Winston Churchill once said, “If you are going through hell, keep going.” Let’s just say that I am taking the ol’ bulldog’s advice to heart.

I have been very intentional about who I am surrounding myself with these days. In the midst of utter chaos, it’s amazing how quickly you learn who your real friends are. The ones that can hold you up, and more importantly, push you through hell when you are tempted to stop and just take a nap.

Lisa is one of those friends. She’s a pusher. We’ve been friends for over ten years, and she’s always had her “Team Pam” hat on. No matter how weary, wounded or angry I get, she won’t let me stop. She’s there to get me to where I need to be, even if it’s sitting on her teeny tiny shoulders.  And she has taught me to find the humor in all of this nonsense, and we laugh about it together. Sometimes until we cry. Or pee. Whichever happens first.

This weekend, I attended the uber-fab OC Blogger Ball. I was so excited to go and get a much-needed mom’s-night-out some of my favorite members of the blogfia. But I was a bundle of nerves just thinking about the impending questions. So, where is Mr. Momisa4LetterWord? Why the writing hiatus? What’s going on with you, Pam?

Wanna hear the amazing thing? Nobody asked about HIM. They wanted to talk about the campy wristlet corsage that Lisa gave me. You see, she was my date for the night. And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have spent the evening with.

Falling in love with her yet? Well, don’t. SHE’S TAKEN. But you can check her out here and here.