Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
I think there was a movie by that name, wasn't there? I never saw it, but I know the type. High school was not a happy time in my life, and there were two girls in particular -- Brenda and Barbara -- who made it particularly less happy. But I learned to pray for them and smile at them when I saw them, and don't count their harassment as one of my life's major traumas.
But what brought the topic to mind was a dream I had last night. I was driving somewhere and needed to pull off the road for some reason. Just as I was reaching to turn on my hazard lights, a car rear-ended me. And not just any car...a car full of mean girls. They said some nasty things to me, one of which was an insult about my eyebrows. This is what you get when you notice right before going to bed how desperately you need some quality time with a pair of tweezers! It was a funny dream, though it took me a while after waking to sort out that my car had not really been rear-ended.
And it made me think about how grateful I am for the many wonderful female friends I now have in my life. I still have my insecurities, so it still rather surprises me that anybody likes me, but I'm a little more used to it that I used to be. And there's something particularly blessingful about being accepted and liked by younger ladies. The high school and college-age girls in my church and extended Christian community are such godly and beautiful girls -- they show me what the Brendas and Barbaras of my past should have been like. Not to mention what the Valerie of my past should have been like. So here's to girlfriends younger and older -- when I grow up I want to be like you!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 1:35 PM
On February 27, 2009 9:32 PMSheilawrote... I remember some girls who were very intimidating in high school, but none that said or did anything particularly mean. I do remember how I was in junior and senior high, though. Yes, girls can be mean. It is a funny thing how mean girls can be, but boys don't seem to have that problem as much. Maybe it is just my perception.
I am happy and blessed to call you my friend, though I don't get to see you much now:(
On February 27, 2009 9:35 PMAmberleighwrote... I never exactly had to encounter that, having been in private school since first grade but I have seen them and I have the hardest tim ekeeping my outh shut when I am near them. I really need to work on it. Because, as they annoy me and as much as I want to let them know, I don't want to unintntionaly stoop to their level and become on myself. Your eybrows look a lot better than mine I am sure, I have seen them and I know.