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Blogstalking Strangers

I have been meaning to write this post for months. I don't know why I haven't.

I don't read the personal blogs of many strangers, and I'm never really sure how I ended up with the ones I do follow, so I can't tell you how either of these two very different ladies wound up being among my favourites.

The Frenemy: Sharp-tongued, slightly cynical, younger-than-I-guessed single girl. I think in NYC. Despite our vastly different worldviews & general life choices, there is distinct and important common ground. She is honest about women, how messy we are (figuratively and literally), and regularly pokes fun of Cosmopolitan. I crack up on a regular basis reading her rants, but rarely (never) share them publicly (until now!) since I know the chance of offending someone within the realm of my readership is quite high.
I really love this recent entry, "In Defense of Bodies." ( warning: crude language - probably not for my mom, girls under 18, or others with sensitive dispositions)

The Very Worst Missionary: Witty, dry, older-than-I-guessed married missionary somewhere warm. She loves Jesus, and so do I. She also uses the occasional cuss word and gets frustrated with churchiness. So do I. If I could pick someone to be an additional older-sister-slash-life-and-writing-mentor, I would choose her. I imagine her response would be something along the lines of, "But I don't really know what I'm doing and have made enough mistakes that you probably don't want to follow in my footsteps anyway." Again, what I think I like most is the honesty. And I'll be honest, I'm still amazed that she looks as AWESOME AS SHE DOES for being the mother of a 17 year-old. I may be jealous, because at first I thought she was kind of close to being 17 herself.
Anyway, check out this entry on "Trying Too Hard." I couldn't relate at ALL. (lies)


Laura said…
Ok. I like Jamie. I've actually been to Heredia, Costa Rica so I bet she knows the people I know there.
Thom said…
Haha, thank you for sharing because this quotation made my day: I can hear Him saying things like, "I don't want you to be a gay 19th century poet".

side note: my captcha below is "turdophi", like, the Italian trophy for best turd. Classy stuff.

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