The benefit to being on a reality show

The other day I was watching Real Housewives of Orange County with my sister-in-law who is visiting from Idaho.

I just love when someone shares my love for all things trashy.

Anyway, you know how they cut to the interview part, mid-story line, and say how they really felt in that moment? I love that. I wish real life was like that.

Many times I wish I could be on a reality show for one reason and one reason only: to know what people really thought of me. Oh of course everyone is super nice to you, says sweet things, loves your new hair cut and thinks your outfit is to die for, but come on. I don’t know anyone who is going to tell you to your face that you look like your hairdresser is a blind guy with Tourette’s and you were dressed by a 2-year-old. (Exception being my friend Laura. She’s got no shame. Exactly how I like my friends.)

I have always wanted to hear what people say behind my back so that I know what to fix. Does that sounds weird? I think as I get older I have been on this kick to better myself whereas, when I was younger I was so adamant about “being me”. Hey this is me, love it or leave it. I’m surprised I didn’t need a stick to swat away all the hoards of friends that I had.

Now, I want to be a good person too. I want to be an example to my kids, I want my husband to be proud of me in social situations, I want to not wake up the next day after an event with that “ugh, what the hell did I say last night” feeling. (We all know that feeling.)

I know me though. I have a big mouth. I’m working on it, believe me, I am. I have been a 35 year work in progress and my number one goal has always been to learn to shut my mouth. Admitting you have a problem is step one in the solution, right?

Hi, my name is Nicole and I have a big mouth.

Hi Nicole.

Would you ever want to be on a reality show? What do you think the benefit would be?


Being Best Friends

Over the years I’ve learned that few things are as important as being a good friend. I admit that in my life I have been less than that, on many occasions. I’ve spilled scrects, I’ve cancelled lunches last minute, I’ve forgotten a birthday or two. Really, it’s a wonder I have any friends at all.

But I do have one friend who has seen me at my worse and still hasn’t deleted me from her contact list.

Finding a good BFF is hard. Old friends tend to grow apart and new friends are nice, but the history just isn’t there.

This is why, when you find a good friend you have to hang on to them…but it’s the really good friends who understand that life sometimes gets in the way but still picks up the phone when you call to catch up.

I met my BFF about 28 years ago when we were in 1st grade. (Don’t try to figure out the math, just don’t.)

And although we are a state away, with a total of (going on) five kids between us, we’re still best friends. We try to see each other when we can, text here and there but when something big happens or I need someone to tell it to me straight, she’s my first call.