January 21, 2013
January 6, 2013
friends
first friends. My brothers and then cousins. I have 1 cousin my age . Her dad and my mom were brother and sister and her mom was my moms best friend. We spent every holiday together. We jumped and danced and sang on our beds to Smoke on the Water over and over and over again. Our moms were pregnant together and whoever had the first girl got the name "Dawn". She still hasnt really forgiven me...but honestly, do I LOOK like a Tammy?? LOL
Then there was Monica. My first "real" girlfriend. We lived across the street from each other and walked up the street to Kindergarten together. I learned to make tortillas, and say all the cool swear words. We made forts and ran the block and played show and tell with Danny Thompson in his tree house. Danny is now Danielle, so he really wanted to see our goods. We took turns perfecting our kissing skills with our buddy David Pratt. We globbed on the cherry lipgloss and waited our turn. We had our own private contests that I usually won (wink-wink). We experienced our first loss together. Her young love, Mike Curtis. I learned to dance with all of her uncles during their many, many barbeques that lasted into the night. My first young love was her cousin, Alberto. We laughed, we cried, we snuck out, we got in trouble, we were grounded from each other for life too many times to count. We have been through a lot together her and I. I talked to her a few days ago. =)
She is 1 of my 3.
School friends come and go. Summer friends come and go. hell, boys come and go, but those special friends, the ones that come and stayed are helping me once again. Calling and checking on me, Yelling at me. Pushing me, Encouraging me. Standing at the canyons edge, tennis shoes on, ready to jump in and carry me out if I dont get my shit together here soon. I have 3 girlfriends that know everything about me and they love me unconditionally. Not very many people have one of these people and I'm lucky enough to have 3.
Rita. She came into my life in 1986. She kept me sane and grounded during my "mike years" She could see thru me and still can. We were on the phone just last night and we talked for 3 hours. How many people do that?? and still do it after 25 years? Lucky me!
Karen. I met Karen in 2000. She is my voice of reason and not scared to tell it, or me, like it is. She's loud and opinionated, and strong and will eat you up and spit you out. She will also cry right along with me. She helps bring out the side of me that I forget is there, and am scared to show people. The part of me that NEEDS to come out more. The strong, stand up for myself, demand better, tell you how I really feel, me. I love her.
I have many friends. Friends I've known since grade school. High school. Various jobs I've had. I even have a group of online friends that I speak with everyday and have for the past 13 years. Some I've met in real life, some I havent.... yet.
Now that I'm on my own, these friends have stepped up. Reminding me. Encouraging me. Cheering me. Listening to me. Some are trying to set me up on dates. Even the poor cable guy wasnt safe. lol.
...he sure is persistant though. ;)
I am thankful for my friends.
Then there was Monica. My first "real" girlfriend. We lived across the street from each other and walked up the street to Kindergarten together. I learned to make tortillas, and say all the cool swear words. We made forts and ran the block and played show and tell with Danny Thompson in his tree house. Danny is now Danielle, so he really wanted to see our goods. We took turns perfecting our kissing skills with our buddy David Pratt. We globbed on the cherry lipgloss and waited our turn. We had our own private contests that I usually won (wink-wink). We experienced our first loss together. Her young love, Mike Curtis. I learned to dance with all of her uncles during their many, many barbeques that lasted into the night. My first young love was her cousin, Alberto. We laughed, we cried, we snuck out, we got in trouble, we were grounded from each other for life too many times to count. We have been through a lot together her and I. I talked to her a few days ago. =)
She is 1 of my 3.
School friends come and go. Summer friends come and go. hell, boys come and go, but those special friends, the ones that come and stayed are helping me once again. Calling and checking on me, Yelling at me. Pushing me, Encouraging me. Standing at the canyons edge, tennis shoes on, ready to jump in and carry me out if I dont get my shit together here soon. I have 3 girlfriends that know everything about me and they love me unconditionally. Not very many people have one of these people and I'm lucky enough to have 3.
Rita. She came into my life in 1986. She kept me sane and grounded during my "mike years" She could see thru me and still can. We were on the phone just last night and we talked for 3 hours. How many people do that?? and still do it after 25 years? Lucky me!
Karen. I met Karen in 2000. She is my voice of reason and not scared to tell it, or me, like it is. She's loud and opinionated, and strong and will eat you up and spit you out. She will also cry right along with me. She helps bring out the side of me that I forget is there, and am scared to show people. The part of me that NEEDS to come out more. The strong, stand up for myself, demand better, tell you how I really feel, me. I love her.
I have many friends. Friends I've known since grade school. High school. Various jobs I've had. I even have a group of online friends that I speak with everyday and have for the past 13 years. Some I've met in real life, some I havent.... yet.
Now that I'm on my own, these friends have stepped up. Reminding me. Encouraging me. Cheering me. Listening to me. Some are trying to set me up on dates. Even the poor cable guy wasnt safe. lol.
...he sure is persistant though. ;)
I am thankful for my friends.
January 1, 2013
my place
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| hmmm, bed picture first! LOL! no, I didnt plan this! |
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| given to me by a co-worker. Poor guy has no name yet |
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| I love my kitchen! |
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| right outside my bedroom door and its the first and last thing I see everyday... |
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