I have lived in the same house for seven years and have just recently become friends with my neighbors. I’ve always known who they were and would share a few words in passing. But in the last few months I’ve really gotten to know them well and I’ve decided that they’re about the best people I could have asked to have living near me.
There are so many reasons and all of them different.
Have you ever been sent a message from a neighbor telling you that they have a plate of dinner ready for you? I have had this happen about four times so far this summer. Do I reciprocate? You bet! I love cooking for people! They got a loaf of zucchini bread tonight.
They’re helping to repair some damage to my property and connecting me with really good deals on resources to get some of the stuff done too. Have plumbing issues? They’ve got me covered. Need a dog sitter? Got that covered too. Need to know the best deals for saving cash at the store? Got help with that even! Haven’t seen a movie they were talking about? Here’s the DVD to borrow.
Don’t feel like walking around to the gate on the other side of the fence? There’s a pool ladder that will fit nicely over the fence for easy traveling (I didn’t say we weren’t redneck about this stuff).
Forget having to borrow a cup of sugar or an egg like in the past. These neighbors go far beyond that degree of kindness. And I can guarantee it’s genuine.
Tonight I needed a bit of a study break. Just in time to join a sparkler party with my friends next door. There’s something special about seeing a bunch of adults playing with sparklers.
Every day they continue to show me how blessed I am to have them in my life. Each and every one of them bring something unique and I am proud to call them friends.
It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a picky B. I would rather have a few very close friends than a flock of people I only sort of know. With a few exceptions I find that most of my good friends tend to have boy parts. I really don’t know how that works out but it’s been the case since I can remember.
Skipping ahead a bit. Went to the Psychologist yesterday (the same one that wants to see me twice a month because I’m “fragile”) and he basically told me that I’m emotionally clogged. Um, ok. After some explaining I understand that apparently I function on a more rational level when dealing with emotions and not the random roller coaster of fun most women experience. I’m only going to say this once… I don’t believe he knows me at all after this bit. I’ve been seeing him well over a year and he thinks I keep stuff bottled up? Really? I have no filter. Everything that goes through my brain is regurgitated by my mouth. Does that not apply to my feelings? Apparently not.
After talking to some of my good friends I have to say that maybe the good doctor’s got a point. So here’s where I get to explain something that I’m going to attempt. Call it a warning of sorts. I’m going to try to actually express and embrace the emotions that I have. I rely entirely too much on thinking things through and trying to rationalize these kinds of things.
So if you see me with a tear or two please understand. I’m an open book. Ask me if you want to know. I’ll tell you. But make sure you really do want to know. And to my friends with boy parts, please remember that a woman won’t drown in a couple of tears and making her laugh usually just pisses her off (ok maybe that’s just me). A hug goes a long way.
I’m on Facebook (FB). I suspect that many of you reading this were directed here from FB yourselves. That’s good! I love my readers!
If you are a FB’er how many friends do you have? I’m not talking about the fleshy friends we all have. How many FB “friends” do you have? I personally have 63 “friends” on Facebook. I say “friends” because I can’t even tell you how many people on my friends list I’ve seen in the last ten years. Sadly, I’m falling very close to becoming a Facebook “collector”.
I’ve turned down my own family’s friend invitations because I believed some of them to be serial Facebook collectors. We’re talking 500+ “friends”. Really? I feel guilty about not being able to keep up with the friends I currently have let alone 500 more. Quality over quantity I believe should be the message here.
So, I ask you, are you a collector or are you being collected?
Roadrunners vs. Amarillo Bulls
I really do like ice boxing. I know that there’s more to hockey than ice, a puck, and a few nets. There’s the toss-the-gloves-and-helmet-on-the-ice-fist-to-cuffs-fighting part that I just love! Yes, before you ask, I also used to watch racing just for the wrecks. Yes, I’m in therapy.
The jalapeno poppers were a huge success! They were put in the smoker so they took longer than I had expected but Chef Curt said they would. I tried to get a few pictures but they disappeared faster than expected. A huge hit! There was a bit of a debate if these were the food of the Gods or the Demi-Gods. I think they agreed on Demi-gods. I will definitely remember this one for future cookouts. They were really good just the way they were but to make them mindbogglingly amazing I think I would add just the tiniest touch of chopped cherries into the cream cheese filling (thanks for the idea SBob).
SBob passing out "bacon-wrapped food of the Demi-Gods"
I had to spend a completely beautiful 60+ degree day INSIDE AT WORK yesterday. I was not happy. I was really not happy. I think I would have been more accepting of it if today were about the same as yesterday and not 40 degrees outside. That really sucks. I guess I can’t complain too much. I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life more than a few years now and I should be pretty used to the drastic weather changes around here. I guess I’m used to them… but I’m sure not happy about them.
Anyway, on to the happy thought that kept me from sulking about yesterday…
I really really like hugs. From just about anyone that means anything to me a hug can be just the thing. From my mom it is an outward expression of how much I mean to her and that we really do have a great relationship. From my sister it means that we’re done with the stupid she’s-on-my-side-of-the-back-seat fights and have finally become the friends my mother always threatened we would become. From my urban family it can express that they really do embody the word family. But it’s the hugs that I share with my husband that I treasure the most. I’m considerably smaller than he is so a hug in his arms is all encompassing. I feel safe and warm. It is the most reassuring thing for me. If I’ve had a bad day a hug is an instant fix. It it a wordless way to reconnect with someone. And one that I really love.