Today happens to be the birthday of one of my blogging besties, Meizac. I met her through Le Clown (who else?) when she was
cursed lucky enough to be chosen as his Personal Assistant for the week. We started following each other’s blogs, then we became Facebook friends, and then we became real friends—even though we have yet to meet in person.
For those of you who follow Meizac, you know she is a tough broad in so many ways. For starters, she could kick my ass in her sleep. She boxes, she does kettlebells, and she did Tough Mudder last year. If you don’t know what Tough Mudder is, picture the Marines’ physical training but with louder outfits. Seriously, look at this shit. She’s completely badass.
She’s in graduate school. She teaches. She’s the mother of two insanely precocious and adorable kids. She cooks and bakes. She’s Wonder Woman With Curly Hair, for fuck’s sake. And throughout her life, she’s slogged through more mud, jumped over more hurdles, and clawed her way through more obstacles than anyone who isn’t a Navy SEAL. If you read her blog, you know what I mean. To go through everything she’s gone through, and to come out so phenomenally on the other side, is a true testament to the stuff she’s made of. She’s an extraordinarily beautiful woman in every way. And she’s much funnier than she realizes. If I didn’t love her I’d hate her guts.
For my birthday, she made a video of herself doing 45 snatches (one of the unfortunately but hilariously named kettlebell moves) while wearing Jesus Jello labels all over herself. I can’t possibly top that. So I hope this post will do.
Happy birthday, my Curly Sister. I am honored and privileged to be your friend.