Me: So, what are your big plans for tomorrow? You: I need to go buy some baggies. Don't hurt yourself, alright?
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I’m great; chicken’s on sale; what the hell?
One of the joys of living in a small community is that if you're hoping to run into someone you know, the chances of it happening are excellent. (One of the sucky things about living in a small community is that you're also likely to run into people you'd rather not. Oh well.) Anyway, it was with great jubilee today that I parked at the grocery store and noted a friend-of-a-friend pulling her van out of a nearby parking spot. I didn't want to appear over-eager so I ran up along side her door and pounded on the window while she was checking traffic behind her. She only had a minor aneurysm....
Can’t buy me love
Boots of Power: $80 on clearance. Pretty paper for my resumes: $5. Rawhide for the dog/pony: $1. Finally being able to email someone very dear to me that I've landed a great job and receiving the reply that reads "NO S#*%! YEA!": PRICELESS.
Exactly as I pictured it… sort of
There are certain things every woman wants out of friendship with her girlfriends. She wants a ready shoulder when she needs to cry. She wants a comrade-in-chocolate when desperate times call for desperate measures. She wants a "OH NO THEY DIDN'T" when righteous indignation is needed. She wants a buddy who both agrees that her children are the cutest ever and that she deserves several medals for not beating them senseless. Now, when I started blogging, and found myself actually meeting and befriending women whom I considered to be worthy writers, I looked forward to the riches of information...
So much brainpower, so little of import
*phone rings* Me: Hey. Her: Hey. How's your day? Me: Fine. Chickadee's class sang at school. There were bongo drums. My head still hurts. Her: But was it cute? Me: Totally. Her: Cool. Me: I can't get warm today. Her: Me either. It's gross out. Me: Why does it seem colder when it rains in December than when it snows?? Her: That's true. I dunno. Cuz it's damp? Or something? Me: We should be scientists. Her: Yes. Except no. Me: Fine. Her: I was on the phone until 11:30 last night. Me: Wow. Hey! Guess what I was doing last night! Her: What! Me: Not talking on the phone! No! Because my phone?...
My town is so small…
... how small is it, Mir? Well, lemme tell ya. My town is so small, I just had the following experience: Answering Machine: Hi Mir, this is Friend You Haven't Spoken With For A While, we were wondering if Chickadee would like to come home on the bus with Daughter tomorrow and play. Let me know. Me: Chickie, do you want to go? Chickadee: Yes! Yes! Please! Me: Okay. *dialing phone* FYHSWFAW: Hello? Me: Hi, it's Mir, I got your message. FYHSWFAW: Oh, hey! Good! Me: So, thanks, Chickadee would love to come over, that'll be great. What time should I come get her? FYHSWFAW: Oh, I don't know, what...
In which I cry. Lots.
I was looking forward to my Sunday, today. Sunday mornings are calming. Church is familiar, singing in the choir is a good way to get me going for the day, and it probably doesn't hurt to get a little dressed up and be out amongst people. It reminds me that my hermit impression is well-developed but not my only choice. So I was going along on my merry way this morning. About twenty minutes into the service we got to the "sharing of joys and concerns" part, and a friend of mine announced that she's moving away. Far away. Soon. When my glasses started fogging up, I realized I was crying. She...
Moving right along
Yesterday? Did something happen yesterday? What? LALALALALA! I can't hear you! Tra la la, with God as my witness, I'll never eat radishes again or allow people I barely know to mess with my head. Because frankly, I don't give a damn. Or something. Okay? Okay! Anyway, yesterday (yes, I'm back to yesterday, but this is something different) I resorted to a tried-and-true method of cheering myself up. I called my dear friend who is also a single mom and made plans for us to all get together for dinner. And by "made plans for us to all get together for dinner," I mean we had the following...
Just one more reason why I love her so
Despite Kira's staunch refusal to have a sex-change operation and marry me, I do love her like a soul-mate. Behold but a sampling of the wisdom that issues forth from her on a regular basis: "Where the heck are all the single Christians? I mean, do most people require the horrors of marriage to drive them into the arms of God?" You can see why I am quite smitten.