HOLY SHITAKE MUSHROOMS WE’RE 30 YEAR OLD GRIGHS!!!!!
For those who don’t know Corrie… she’s been my best friend since we were 12 years old. 🙂
First of all, why we call each other Grigh. It’s something we’ve done for years and it’s very weird to most people… but uhm, we’re weird.
My mom and Aunt Karen used to refer to us as “The Grills.” We don’t know why, but nonetheless thought it was funny… in a mocking sort of way. So, we started calling each other grill. Somehow, over the years, we started growling the name towards each other.
Then college happened. She stayed in Kansas City and I moved to Indiana. AOL Instant Messenger was brand new on the scene and our long distance friendship took full advantage! When instant messaging “Grill” as a growl sound it looks like this, “GRIGGGGH!” Somehow, that eventually transitioned to simply “Grigh” without the growl. 🙂
Though, you better believe that we can still bust out a good “GRIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” growl! We’ve been known to have full conversations growling back and forth. Yeah, I know… you’re wishing you could be our friend too. 😉
When we call each other and leave messages we just say, “Hey grigh, it’s grigh…call me back.”
When I try and explain our friendship… it just makes us sound like nerds. Though blog readers, I promise you… we’re the coolest of the cool! 😉
Here she is with her husband Jeff in 2007. 🙂Pregnant with Zachary in May, 2008.Zachary Elliot • born July 5, 2007.Here’s her family in December, 2009. And guess what… she’s going to have a baby in two weeks and it’s a BABY GRIGH!!!!!!!
To my dearest friend Corrie, aka GRIGH,
It’s crazy to me to think that we’re officially grown ups. Grigh & grigh… THIRTY! Though, for the two of us, our years stopped moving in 1995. We will forever be 8th graders when we’re together.
There are very few (can count them on one hand) friends in my life who I would stop my world for. Corrie, you are one of those people.
When I was the weird eccentric kid who transferred to Eastgate Middle School in the middle of the school year… I wore ill-fitting garage sale clothes, was horribly awkward in gym class, had grossly frizzy hair and got poor grades. As you later found out, it was one of the hardest times in my life. Most adolescents who fit into that category are quiet and reserved. Nope… not me. I was loud and weird. Bottom line, I was an enigma. No one wanted to be around me, be seen with me… let alone befriend me.
You thought I was funny. And weird. And interesting.
You invited me to spend the night (where I froze to death on the floor under your ceiling fan that I tried so hard to reach). From then through the end of high school it was a rare site when people would see us without each other.
Like you, I’m an only child and have always been envious of my mom’s relationship with my Aunt Karen. It wasn’t until I made that book for my mom two years ago that I realized that our relationship is just like theirs. Aunt Karen’s pages to my mom were full of inside jokes, bittersweet memories, and vows of undying loyalty. You looked at me after reading it and said, “Karen’s story is my favorite… it reminds me of us!”
…an excerpt from a blog entry I wrote about you in 2007:
“Corrie loves when I tell her funny stories. Stories like the time I was babysitting my art teacher’s daughter and the cat wouldn’t stop puking so I followed the cat around with a paper plate all night because I didn’t know what to do. She knows my stories better than I do. We have our own language that annoys everyone around us. We don’t care… To us, we’re the funniest two people in the world! In the 9th grade, they canceled school for three days because of a snow storm. So, we ate fish sticks and played dress up in my mom’s box of clothes from the 80?s. We like to have parties… but we’re the only ones there and they usually only last for 10 seconds. We like to play the game “SORRY!” We LOVE to hang out at G-Moms house and eat cookie dough. She was an AMAAAAZING athlete (got “Athlete of the Year” all four years) and I went to every game to include the away games (I was voted “Most Spirited” my senior year because I was her biggest fan). In the 11th grade her asshole boyfriend broke up with her and we drove to St. Joe while I played her my favorite female empowerment songs (Our favorite song is still “Brass in Pocket”). That same year Jake Wood (AKA Jerk Wood) threw a Subway wrapper at my head and ALLLL of the “cool” seniors laughed at me. Corrie was sitting with me when it happened. I mustered up all of the courage I had, picked up the wrapper off of the floor, and handed it back to Jake while stating, “I think this belongs to you… it somehow hit me in the head and I thought maybe you would want it back. Have a great day.” Corrie thought they were going to kick our ass after school. They didn’t, they were probably scared of us.”
I can’t tell you how genuinely excited I am that you’re having a baby grigh in just a couple of weeks. She’s guaranteed to think we’re hilarious. 🙂 I SO wish I could be there to meet her.
Corrie, I will forever be grateful for your friendship. YOU MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!!
LUS YOU GRI!!!!!
“Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they’ll still be there.” ~Amy Li
May 28, 1999 • North Kansas City High School • Graduation day.
Bobbi-I love this so much, it reminds me of my best friend and I. She moved to Florida our freshman year of high school and we are still BFF almost 14 years later. She just had her first baby and I am going to meet him in 2 weeks. Reading this made me miss her so much. We are so lucky to have such good friends : )
I KNEW there was a reason I liked you so much. Reading this reminds me of two people. My BFF from HS who I can share and laugh about all the “war stories” with because she was there with me during them. We have been friends since 1983 when I was a Freshman and she was a Sophomore and we talk every morning on our way to work still, even if it’s just for 5 minutes. The other is a very good close friend who is ALMOST old enough to be my Mom (but don’t let her know I said that). She and I call each other soul sistas born a “few” years apart. We too think we are the most hilarious people on Earth and laugh constantly together but, we also cry together when need be and know that no matter what, we will be on each other’s side, right or wrong. Having friends like that is priceless. Maybe we should all hang out sometime, the soul sista’s and the Grigh’s. I bet it would be a HOOT. Lemme know if you come to Alabama. :o)
That made me cry, happy tears. Everyone should be so lucky as to have a friendship like the two of you lucky ladies. And Bobbi, I had to read to see if that was a recent photo or one from HS, you look the same! Gorgeous then, gorgeous now!
Bobbi, as someone who merely follows your blog and doesn’t know you personally, this post touched my heart. It was beautiful, and made me cry…what an amazing friendship. I hope and pray I have this story with my best friend when we turn 30. Thank you so much for sharing!
Gri! You my best friend grigh. Seriously choking back tears right now. Our friendship is sooo unique, no one could even begin to understand. I lus you sooo much. A simple “thank you” just doesn’t feel right or like enough, but it’s all I got. FYI, I just had myself a 10 second party…now it’s over. Tha’ssssss riiiiiiiight! Baby Blue ain’t got nuthin! JK I love Baby Blue, she is always invited to the parties. I love you grigh (aka Ruperta corntown light microwave butter popcorn boobie mushroom, bob dylan, etc………) we’ll have to write this down next time we’re together and put in the books so we never forget.
This is so incredibly sweet. What a great relationship you two have. =)
i would like to say you look just same as you did in high school. sorry if you dont take that as a compliment but i think it’s adorable!
I love the way you talk about your BFF. I’ve heard a couple of these stories in person and still, they don’t get old. I think it’s cause, when you hear in someone’s voice how much they love their best friend, you could hear them talk about that person forever.
Off to leave a little note for my own BFF! She’s been my bestie since we were ohhhh…third graders I think!
seeing the shirt you guys have on made me tear up a little. haha is that sad!? you’ve come and even LONGER way since you’ve worn those shirts. it’s amazing how time flies and it made me think of my closest friends and our long crazy journey.
great friends are hard to come by. ’nuff said. 🙂
You make me smile with your heart and your passion for the people you hold closest and I totally love that you embrace your weird, because quite frankly it is a lot more fun! Happy 30’s to you both- they are the best years!
I am an only child too and I hope some of my friendships that I’ve had over the years turn into one you grighs have had. You’re lucky to have what you have and the best part is, you know that! And if I may say so, I love your picture from graduation day, you guys HAVE come a long way together and I think it’s so neat to have it spelled out AND symbolized with a great friendship in one picture.
Corrie! Happy (belated) birthday and congrats on the impending arrival of your newest bundle of joy. How is it that we haven’t met yet? You need to plan a family vacation to Indiana. Or- you can just make it a grigh’s trip 🙂
This is so sweet! Hope you had a happy birthday, Corrie, and that your baby grigh is wonderful to you.
I can assure you that you were and are, cool, Bobbi, but that doesn’t preclude being a nerd. Also, I remember thinking you were cool back at Eastgate when you felt so awkward, so beauty and awkwardness are in the eye of the beholder.
I hadn’t heard that story about Jerk Wood from senior year, but I’m sure they were scared of you (for good reason!) Also probably jealous that you were cooler in an I’m-confident-and-comfortable-with-myself sort of way while they were insecure and showing off for their moron friends. (Why no, I wasn’t cool or popular, not that it bothered me much either. ;~)) Also, I can’t remember if I had that shirt or not. I know I had the “stick a fork in me, I’m done” one.
You both rock and this took me back.