Birthday Blog: Meet Maile

Meet Maile. (No, not like mail. Like Hi-lee. Funny, I know.) She’s another of my “sisters” that are not blood. The kind that give me hope for Roo. She does have her own sister, Amy. Who I should mention, also falls into the sister category.

Photo: We were waitresses together at The Bar 14. A totally woofy restaraunt in Ellensburg.(think a really bad Denny's) Love the outfit! If only you could smell the grease, feel the slippery gross floors(now on your shoes), or clean out the coffee pots with us. Oh, the good old days. I still have my name tag, but I don't think a photo of me in my uniform. Darn. (haha)

“Bar fourteen ranch house restaurant, this is Maile, how can I help you?”

“Yes, Maile, this is Patty. Mike, you know, the revolting line cook with the gross facial hair, blue sweats, glasses, always smoking, hits on the waitresses non stop, wears a sweat stained shirt who makes Mel (from the show Alice) look like a true gentleman? Yes, well he would like the cat you stole from the dumpster, back.”

Photo: Maile "waited" for a very nice boy. (We like Scott better!) This boy was not Scott, but here she is posing with a leather engraved map of the other boys mission. Classy!

Photo: We went to Disneyland just before I got married. The Granger Girls spent my last single night with me before my wedding. I love them both so much. Amy caught my bouquet at the reception and had her first date with her husband, to be, that night. Hubba hubba.

We were roommates for years and very good friends. She was a brides maid of mine, and I was one of hers. We went through lots of boys, until we found the ones we married. We even, get ready to throw up(just kidding),…kissed the same guy. (Not at the same time! Ew.) We spent many a fun time in The Berg.

Photo: Maile (left) and Amy. Isn't Maile a beautiful girl? Check out those collar bones (so are you Amy, but this isn't about you!) Forest green dresses. Hmm? What year did I get married?

It's okay, I wore burgandy to hers. :)

She is the mother of four and married to Scott. Note to all single adult activity planners: Don’t play musical chairs with the boys knees being "the chairs." I mention this here, because this was the first time I met Scott. Sorry if I broke your leg. Eeek. Actually, I can’t remember if I even sat on his “chair.”

Maile is funny, a great audience for the likes of me. She is truly kind and most of all she is a definite CTRer. She makes great decisions and is a rock. I love her and am a better person for knowing her.

Thanks for listening to ALL my woes, jokes, dumb ideas and more. And thanks for still being my friend, hottie pants. I love you.

Aren’t you glad I didn’t mention you getting out of the shower naked, early one moring, and your knees buckling beneath you, and you falling to the ground while Amy and I laughed hysterically? (we're mean) I know, I’m a good friend like that. Why would I want to bring that up and embarrass you? That’s just mean.

Love ya, Seaky Snake!