Tag Archives: friends

11.18.14
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Feeling safe with mature friends….

I have 58 1/2 years of maturity under my belt.  I’m sure there are those that I know who would definitely challenge my maturity level at times, for instance, my daughters.  We have a message thread between the three of us that is open all of the time.  I love it because if one of us has a thought or wants to share something, the thread is open to just put it out there.  Last night I laughed and giggled and cried over an innocent comment that I made which had a couple of different connotations that they both picked up on.  It was like the pressure valve was opened and this one little comment sent me into hysterical laughing until tears were running down my face.  It was a moment which made me love them and cherish them beyond words…the connection, the shared sense of humor, the shared familiarity and knowing that I would love them as adult women even if I hadn’t given birth to them.

Then there are the two old best friends.  I have no siblings; but, I have them.  At times, the maturity level of these two could come into question.  I speak of them together but they have never met.  Next to my immediate family, they are the two most important people in my life.  I trust them with my life, obviously, considering they both have keys to my skeleton closet.  With both of them, I can have a conversation leaving out key words and not finish sentences because we are in sync.  We share our life traumas, our insecurities and our joys.  I want to know what is going on in their heads that they aren’t saying and they know how to pick and pick and pick into my psyche to get the actual truth out of me.  They care…they ask questions…they have the same inner timing…..timing is everything!

This blog post is dedicated to these 4 women in my life.  They need to know that if one of them is damaged, my car does not drive safely.  I’m pretty sure they all know that they have my heart but it doesn’t  hurt to put it into words because we all like to know that we are loved!

Until next time…..

07.01.13
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“Xanga friends” doesn’t really explain it

The girls

He and I spent the weekend in Chicago with the "xanga friends".  I met these awesome women when I was introduced to Xanga in 2007… was the person who put us all in contact with each other… and http://www.nobrain-noheadache.com.  We decided to finally meet up together in 2009 in Chicago at embee-kay's (MB)'s home.  It was fun and we all liked each other in person with no keyboard in front of us.  Interestingly enough in under the small world theme,  thelpme (Tracy) had business in Newton, Iowa so we got together 2 or 3 times when she was here on business.  Nobrain-noheadache (Erin) is Tracy's sister and I believe my sister from different parents…also known as the outcasts for our love of Y & R, the Housewives and Oprah…anyway…we met in Chicago again in 2012..it was even more fun..so we brought the men this time…while we didn't have as much good girl talk – we had a wonderful time.  Craig and MB are wonderful hosts….they introduced us to the game of Petanque.
Petanque
Here is our Tracy…representing the women

Chicago 1

Him
Back to the Xanga friends title…while Xanga is the engine that brought us together, it does not explain the bond we have with each other.  As I explained to him on the way to Chicago, the 4 of us have an incredible connection – we know what is going on in each other's lives nearly everyday.  It's hard to believe that people who have only seen each other face to face 3 times in 6 years could be kindred spirits.

Oh…and in Chicago I lost my IKEA virginity…I've now been there and can use my old lady judgmental voice to say….Oh, really, you've never been there hmph…

Oh…and while we were in Chicago, Devil Dog at the basement door…

Until next time….

04.25.09
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Eye openers….

So….I had an eye opener, awha moment the other night with Debbie and Karen.  I always think I am pretty good at looking outside the box, but I find the areas where I feel I’ve had to dig my own path by hand, sometimes I just get caught up…I’m mostly speaking here of my maternal upbringing…and my lack of roll models.  In this case, I’m talking about watching my 91 year old mother (91 – today) live like hitting a rubber golf ball in a small room.  She has no desire to be involved in the outside world and just bounces(wheels) around in her big house all by herself…has no friends; yet thinks the people who deliver her groceries and prescriptions should be listed as her friends.  She has a quick tongue yet denies or excuses her behavior…I believe she is truly afraid to die because she only believes in herself and when it is gone…..what.  I’ve never ever met anyone as pathetically alone as my mother and she would have it no other way…as long as she can pay someone to take care of her and expects her only child to be there at her beck and call…she’s happy.  I have been afraid that is what I”m going to be when I grow old.  Not because I think I will follow her path..just that I don’t know any other way as intimately as I know her way.  With all of that being said…Deb and Karen and I were talking the other night, while scrapbooking, about getting old..I listened to them converse about the possibility of getting a big house and have friends all live there together and take care of each other.  If needed pool resources to hire help…Wow…never occured to me that this was a possibility…now I realize this may not be an awha moment for you…but for me, who has dreaded the aging process and had my blinders on to one way the only way, this brought me JOY….pure joy…there are other ways…I don’t have to be my mother…I have choices…I really have choices…I feel like another veil has been removed and I’m thinking clearer about everything…I’m optimistic..this is not all there is….

Until next time…..