Fox Hall, Friendship, and Farewells

Ladies and gentlemen.  Actually, just ladies.  Specifically my girls Kylie, Brianne, Aubs, Jess, Amy, Claire, Becca, and Kerri.  Welcome to our blog.  A blog?  Yes, a blog.  Bloggity, blog, blog.  You may be wondering, Nicki, a blog?  Has Hell frozen over?! No, it has not. Still as hot as ever.  The fire and brimstone have indeed not turned into glaciers.  Now that the status of Hell has been cleared up, let me explain myself.  No, I am not going all domestic and mommy status on yall.  I have always been a bit of a blog hater, considering them to be just another platform for moms to brag about their kids, recipes, domestic junk, and other stuff no one cares about.  But I am here to tell you blogs can be cool.  More specifically, this blog is cool.  This is going to be our means of keeping up with each other this summer.  The occasional FB status will not suffice.  Not for this gang.  We roll deep.  So this is where the blog comes in.  Yall come on here, give us the dirty deets of your life: shenanigans, run-ins with the law,  hospital visits, hood rat stuff you do with your friends, etc.  You know, the usual.  With everyone going their separate ways this summer- Idaho, Washington, Texas, Colorado, Wyoming, Florida, Georgia, Ohio, Africa, and Aubs holding the fort down here in Provo, I am confident there will be many adventures that will need reporting.  Don’t fail me.

Yall hold a special place in my heart.  The part right next to my dog and Nacho.  WBD.  Way big deal.  We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve laughed until we cried, we’ve laughed until we’ve peed ourselves, we’ve laughed until we justified our laughing as an abs workout and skipped going to the gym.  Words can’t describe how grateful I am that God smiled upon us that fateful day when we made our room selections freshman year.  Our lives would not be the same if we hadn’t ended up in the basement of Fox Hall together.  That’s the cold, hard truth.  And you, my friends, can take that to the bank.

I am going to miss yall something fierce this summer and I will count down the days until we are back all back in the Promised Land together.  In the meantime, yall have a great summer. 

Brianne and Kerri- have fun getting married and playing with the adorable little black orphans in Africa.   Do your best not to get some kind of parasite or a worm or some other disease that is running rampant in the village.  Don’t drink the water.  Unless it is labeled Aquafina or Dasani.  Also, don’t forget to get me some kind of souvenir.  Preferably one of the orphans.  I’d like that a lot.  I would even go so far as to say I would be eternally grateful to you if you brought me back one of the ninos. 

Becca- live it up in Africa as well.  Give the ninos some mclovin’ from me.  Learn a tribal dance that you can teach me when we get back.  Have fun getting engaged to Ben.  Come on, we all know it’s going to happen.

Kylie- have fun teaching the rugrats dance.  Show them our Ke$ha music video for some real dance moves.  Find a cat and give it all your love.  That’s what Loola Mae would want.  Join my petition to Kraft for them to bring back the birthday cake Oreo’s.  And don’t forget the advice of our beloved Skydancers “D the d!” and “I can make it happen, if I really try.  I can fly.  I can soar, I’ve got wings, I can do anything.” 

Jess- tell the town of Carey hello for me.  And Mama Shawna, and the rest of the Parke family.  Eat lots of potatoes, keep the grounds at the school looking spiffy, go rebuild the jump and get some air under those tires, and shoot a rock chuck or two. Or three.  Or four.  Try not to start anymore kitchen fires.  Even though I know you won’t because I won’t be there to spill hamburger grease into the burners.  And most importantly, keep a look-out for Chipmunk Cheeks.  You never know when he’s gonna pop up. 

Aubs- hold the fort down here in Provo.  Make sure the gym-goers are clean shaven and worthy Honor Code abiders.  Keep living the life of an 80-year-old woman- nine o’clock bed time, watching movies with subtitles.  Throw away all your clip-on earrings.  You are a real woman now.  Pay the Provo library your weekly visit and try to convince everyone you come into contact with that Avatar: The Last Airbender is cool. 

Claire- enjoy the humidity of Florida.  Work hard, made that paper.  Dollar, dollar bill, yeah.  Visit some old folks homes.  There are lots down there.  Keep being a baller.  Join me on my excursion to Harry Potter World, and pay me a visit in ATL.  We’ll paint the town.

Amy- rock that visitor’s center in Kirtland.  Send us letters telling us about all the dudes that mack on you despite the fact that you are on a mission.  Simply irresistible.  And don’t worry.  I’ll be paying you a visit in August.  At long last you will meet the Hamilton herd.  It will be a blessed occasion. 

As for me, I’ll be up to the same ole, same ole.  Quoting Nacho, eating refried beans, drawing the infamous Garfield pictures (and maybe one or two of Tony the Tiger), writing poetry, immersing myself in the Bollywood culture, wreaking havoc on society, and adding the prefixes- mc- and sch- to words like it’s nobody’s business.  Schwat?!  Schyou schnow schit.  Schwoopies.  SchI schjust schsaid schit.  I’ll be visiting the family up in Ohio, loving on my dog hardcore, making my way down to northern Mexico (San Diego), dropping in on my North Carolina folk, and living it up in ATL with my black men.  And most importantly, I’ll be keeping it classy as always.

Yall have a great summer.  Go crazy.  Do what you feel.  Make a bucket list.  This is the time to live it up.  Do things you’ve always wanted to do.  Don’t let money or fear hold you back.  Remember, they will always make more money and pain hurts, but only for a minute.  Life is short so go on and live it.  The only restriction is don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.  But let’s get real.  That’s not much of a restriction.  You know my only stipulation is to keep it classy.  Take it easy, ladies.  Peace and blessings.