Tracey and I met at the U of A and immediately connected. We both have big mouths and a love of speech and drama. She taught me how to cry like a real live chimpanzee. es, a real live chimpanzee. See, I was taking this super creative Humanities class where we had to learn a new skill and teach it to the class. The chimp call was fantastically creative and easy to teach. My classmates, however, sat horrified as I screeched and squealed like a wild animal.
Tracey also was the one to break the news that I was not selected as a Resident Advisor at Maricopa Hall (they went with a gal who actually lived in that dorm). She went one step further and wrote a letter indicating that had there been two openings, I would have been first place of the seconds. That loss was a gain for me in getting on at Coronado Hall. Had I not gone there, I wouldn't have met so many wonderful people nor would I have E. So, Tracey is the reason I am a mother! She also helped me through my first real break up. A greuling, over dramatical affair that was best left broken.
Tracey is the friend you want in your life because she shoots straight, holds no punches and is uncensored, uncut and raw. You want reality TV? She's her own show, except she's actually REAL. She's a Pediatrician that teaches across a number of clinics (Think Scrubs), is married to Dan, mother to G and A and is an all around wonderful person. We've kept in touch over the years, Facebook has just made it better.
We tried to get together a month ago and we couldn't make it work. When she sent me a text last week, I just had to make it work. Lunch and endless gabbing and laughing today could have gone on for so much longer; but I will take what I can get with Tracey - because even a little is great.
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She looks great!
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