Monica Fullerton is one of those besties that is a lifeline. It’s in her nature. She is a crisis counselor. We met once prior to my moving to Albuquerque and when I moved back to Las Cruces, we both showed up one fine Karaoke eve at (where else) the Hilton bar – our eyes met – we both did that girl squeal eeeee thing – and after that “where have you been all my life” moment we decided to be each other’s people. You know that moment…when you find your pack? She is my Hilton Sister. I’ll give you a brief rundown of the things that make up “Blonde Monica” – She’s blonde. Bombshell saucy minx blonde. Coors Lights and keep em comin. Country Country Country, but she knows every single word to every hard core rap song you can bring up. When you spend more than a minute with her you start saying “Y’all, Howdy, Ain’t, If’n, Hoooweeee, Yeehaw, and Pop my gat in the 5-0” ….that last one may be a stretch. She is a blue heeler whisperer, a horse whisperer, she worked in horse therapy for years and works with kids now shaping their futures. She drives a truck, and will always drive a truck.
Monica is my joy sister and all things accepting. I know all her dirty little secrets and she knows mine and I couldn’t even tell you the stories because we would both be laughing too hard. She has caught me trying to get in and out of trouble too many times, and vice versa. TROUBLE. we were it.
Monica has given me the best advice I could ever have had (“You go, you go to Europe, and if the Aussie is an asshole – so what he’s CUTE – and you have the best story to tell your grand kids ever!”…..I have a great story because of you now)… she has hugged me when I needed a hug (right before I entered the courtroom and had to hold on to you)… she has laughed so hard and made me laugh so hard we couldn’t breathe…when I ACTUALLY couldn’t breathe (my damn allergic hospitalization day) she took me to the ER… when we’ve needed each other near or far we call each other. I get little feelings about if she’s doing okay or not… She has the only phone number I have memorized to this day (well Heather’s too but…haha) I love her mamma. I love her fur babies. I lived with her for a few months so she counts as one of my 3587 roommates! She threw my 30th birthday party where my ex got me a wallet as a gift (empty). She was the last person to leave my going away party in LC.
Let’s see…I could go on forever. She has perfect feet! Seriously. We used to flash each other in the ladies restroom hahaha. She is kind, she is GORGEOUS, she is so vibrant. I ….probably should wrap it up… (she would loudly yell THAT’S WHAT HE SAID right there).

I love you. My TexNewMex Bestie Blondie Mon. I’ll shut up now.
Come visit me and sit on a beach you’ll god damned love it here.


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