I’ll start off the week by telling you about a few friends of mine.
I’m currently in an adult-ed program at a local school. My classmate who sits next to me is so different from me, it’s like we’re opposites. She’s much older than I am. She’s a very practical person who enjoys concrete things like fixing computers. I’m an impractical daydreamer who’s rather artistic. I like reading, and she doesn’t. I’m good at spelling, and she isn’t. I don’t have much work experience, but my classmate has worked many jobs in quite a few different fields. She’s very much a leader, and I’m very much a follower. This classmate is my closest friend in the class, in spite of all our differences. Or perhaps because of them – maybe we complement each other.
When I studied music in university, my friends were usually classmates. In my first year at university, I met a singer who was a few years ahead of me in school, so we weren’t in any of the same classes. We just happened to be in the same elevator one Saturday, and we got to chatting about school life. After that first meeting, we’d see each other around sometimes. It was only by chance that I’d met him, but I’m glad I did. It turned out that we had quite a bit in common, so perhaps it isn’t that odd that we’re friends – it was just unusual that I met him in the first place. We keep in touch and I still go to his performances sometimes.
There are other friends in my life who make me feel amazed that we happen to be friends at all. But I’m glad we’re friends. I value all of my friends – the likely ones and the unlikely ones.
I don’t have many friends. Those that I do have live far away. Most I’ve known forever. Many of my dearest friends are dead.
My husband is my best friend. We can finish each other’s sentences.
I can’t really think of any unlikely friends, really, but I have three ‘best’ friends and their names are all very similar so it can be confusing when speaking about them to someone else.
I’m so tired this morning and I’m also getting a sore throat. Go little kid germs!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 72 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 92 for the day and dry. Or maybe rain. We shall see.
I have a number of good friends. I don’t know if I can call any of 'em “unlikely friends” as I do seem to have stuff in common with all of 'em. Still, friends are a good thing and I’m glad they’re all in my life. Even y’all.
StickyBuns that’s what you get for irkin’ in a germ factory. Feel better soon!
Tonight is men’s night over to the church house. Thus steaks are marinatin’ and beer is a’ chillin’. Always a good time and makes at least one Moanday a month tolerable.
Ok, now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Le Sigh.
Over the last month, some people at the orifice have been running a 50/50 raffle to raise funds for a woman going to New Zealand as part of a dodgeball team so they can play in an international tournament.
Got to irk this morning and I had to go powder my nose. Stuck to the wall was a sign saying that I won the raffle. The kicker is they drew my name on Firday the 13th…
I haven’t a clue what my take is. Thanks for asking…
What is this “friend” word you speak of? I do not know its meaning. I really don’t have many friends. Pretty much a loner except for Mr. Jynxster. I’ve lived here in Hampton Roads for 5+ years and really haven’t found my crowd/niche. It is what it is.
Weekend weather here was fantastic! Did a bunch of yard work, washed the car (thus guaranteeing rain today, which there is going to be) and made guiness lamb stew to take for N.O.L. this week, spaghetti sauce from tomatos my parents jarred and tabouleh.
Hm. I don’t think any of my friends are unlikely. Most of the friends I have are people I’ve known for ten years or more. In one case, since kindergarten.
Actually, I suppose there is one person I sometimes wonder why I’m friends with. I’ve known her and her husband for at least fifteen years, and she and I used to be pretty close, once upon a time. But now I think I’d be willing to never see her again, if that didn’t mean also cutting off contact with her husband, whose company I still enjoy. So I’d call her unlikely.
The weekend was delightfully un-busy. We went out for steak on Friday night, and then on Saturday all we did was take Winchester to the dog park. It was a beautiful day and the park was almost crowded–he had such a good time that he didn’t want to leave even though he was too tired to play with anybody anymore. It took him almost twenty-four hours to regain his energy. Seriously, there was a rotisserie chicken on the table, and he didn’t even get off the couch. Poor pup was pooped.
This week I’ve got my last two physical therapy sessions (I think–I was only supposed to go for three weeks, after all), and I need to pack for our trip up to Massachusetts this weekend. The company picnic is Friday afternoon, and I can tell you I already don’t feel like doing a damn thing this week.
I don’t think any of my friends are unlikely. I’ve spent the last year “weeding” friendships so what’s left are the people I truly enjoy. I’m too old to put up with people’s B.S.
The rain has stopped, the sun is out, I have a metric boatload of irk but I don’t feel like irking. I’m wearing a new perfume so I just want smell myself. (This will be the beginning of a lot of snerky comments fer sure.)
It’s a cool cloudy 62 with a projected high of 73. I am loving the weather.
I stayed up all night talking to my friend N who works at night so I am a bit groggy this am.
I have 4 women friends, who are all very different from each other.
I’ve introduced 2 of them to each other and they get along really well.
One of the things I was looking forward to when I move is to have a ladies day one day a month and have all my friends come over for a casual lunch and just sit around and shoot the shit. Even though they are all so very different I think they will like each other and I think a ladies day would be fun.
My most unlikely friend is Tre.
We met on an online hook up site and since we lived in the same town we got together. He said I impressed hi because I was the first white woman he ever saw who didn’t pull her pocketbook closer when she saw him approaching her. That made me scratch my head, wth would I worry about a black man approaching me?
So he’s 27 years younger, grew up poor in the inner city, both of his parents were drug addicts, saw his first murder when he was 8, was stealing cars when he was 12, didn’t finish high school and ended up in the military.
I grew up suburban white middle class and had a lot of advantages that he never even knew existed.
We’ve been friends for about 7 years, although it comes and goes. We can talk about everything and anything and even when we disagree we just agree to disagree and move on.
He is one of the smartest people I know. I’ve learned more about racism, being poor, discrimination, etc from him. He’s learned that being white and having advantages doesn’t mean life is all bright and rosy. He thought white people have it easy and never have to worry, then he found out we worry too, just about different things. He really was quite prejudiced when I met him.
He often tells me he hates white people, and I’ll raise an eyebrow and he’ll say you know what I mean and I’ll say yeah I do because I do know what he means. He doesn’t hate white people, he hates that racism and discrimination still exist, only now it’s more subtle and harder to fight.
There was a time when I thought racism was a thing of the past, but when I hang out with him I know better.
He’s introduced me to rap and even though it’s not my favorite choice I have a better understanding of it and don’t hate it anymore. I introduced him to classic rock, which he loves even though he tries to turn it into rap.
For all his rough background and not so good past he is one of the most honest and compassionate people I know. I’d trust him with my life. He always looks at things in unique ways and has made me think about things in different ways.
He comes to me for advice, but I also go to him for advice. He’s brutally honest and will tell me exactly what he thinks and he’s usually right.
We get a lot of strange looks when we are out and about together, not that either one of us cares.
I don’t have a lot of friends. Well, the in-person kind. I have several e-friends (including y’all). Hell, the advent of the internet has probably improved my social life. Without it I’d be the crazy cat lady sans cats.
I had to rip out a week’s worth of work on TNETB* because I did not use my stitch counters. BAD SPAZ. So I guess that’ll be what I do today. After I do that lazy laundry, do some basic car maintenance, and finally wander down to the bait shop to get some worms. I’m starting a worm bin today.
*I’ve been working on it so long, it gets its own acronym and color.
I’m up. I’m awake. I’m moving. I even got a couple of things done before going to work. And I’m almost working. In one way, that’s ok. I’m in early and there’s no one else here, yet.
It’s currently sixty degrees and there’s a prediction for eighty-eight. We opened all the doors and windows last night, so if the roomies remember to button it down when they get up, we might not have to run the AC.
I just sort of re-established a connection with my best friend from high school. Not that I’m good with the friend thing. I was raised by hermits. I do have a couple of other friends, but none of them are in town.
Eating scrambled eggs that came from a carton, with slices of hot dogs in them. And some leftover peas. Not bad.
Frustrating day- decided to go notify the jobcentre that I got a job (and see if I can get them to buy me a pair of work shoes which they often will do), as one is supposed to do… except they said that as I’m on the ‘work programme’ (see minirants for details) I’m not supposed to be telling them, I should go tell the ‘work programme’ muppets. They’re on the other side of town, so I phone them up.
They tell me to go tell the jobcentre :rolleyes:
They might give me some vouchers to get shoes though, though I’ve no idea what companies will take them. I’ll head down tomorrow, it’s a bit late now and it’s an hour’s walk- plus it keeps chucking it down.
I’ve just realised that once I’m not on benefits, I should be able to start trying to sell craft stuff, though probably online 'cos I’ll be working weekends. Anyone know if Etsy’s worth bothering with?
BTW, all my friends are weird, and largely unlikely. I blame the juggling scene.
