thoughts...usually with attitude...
Libby, I understand that you are upset Kim went behind your back, but I'm sure she only did it because she was worried about you and loves you. You guys have been friends for so long. Did she ask your cousin to come get you out of the house or was she just making a comment about you needing to get out more?
I don't think that you made a mistake telling Kim that it bothered you, but I wouldn't end a life-long friendship over it either. I hope you guys work it out, I'm sure it came from a good place (unless there's more that you haven't written).
hey mary, no, it definitely isn't worth breaking up a friendship over! we'll get over it...we've dealt with a whole helluva lot worse!!
Yeah, absolutely.
Anyway, why would ya toss out a perfectly good friendship with someone you've known and loved all these years when ya have a goof-ball like me who absolutely detests Reagan to throw away?
Not only that, but, we've only blogged fer a few days (hey, Indiana's on daylight savings time now, so, time has no meaning any more) and it would be so incredibly easy t'say, I dunno, shove m'face into a pan of catfood and yell, "GET LOST!" at me.
'Course, you do realize I'm a bad penny sort, don'tcha?
ps, although the kitten asleep in the food is cool, and we all know the one on the present actually has a present somewhere, m'favorite is the one on the radiator.
That's my kind of cat!
(uh, no. I don't WANT any more cats, only, that it's a "spirit-familiar with me...)
Libby, I don't know any of the people involved, but personally I feel exactly the same as you. If I want someone's interference in my life, I would ask. And I do not care for people analyzing MY needs as if they actually know what I need. I would try to work it out, but hey, that is your choice also. I think some people get involved in our lives simply because they want people to think they are important in our decisions. It gives them a feeling of importance. But that is just my opinion.
oh, gosh, nea!! that is SO nice to hear, that i'm not the only person that would feel that way!! and, yes, she does try to make herself sound important!! usually, i don't care, but when it involves me, dammit, you BET i care!! BTW...do you have a home page or blog??
How you feel is how you feel. How can it be wrong or right? It just is.
Perhaps Kim miscalculated what your response would be if she enlisted support for you behind your back. If the two of you have been friends for that long, you're bound to have a misstep sooner or later.
Maybe too, everything negative is amplified by the current circumstances. Yeah, maybe Kim overstepped her bounds, but I'm sure the two of you will work it out. Best friends don't grow on trees, after all, and she's as committed to you as you are to her.
Did you really have a nose job, or are you putting us on? Why? Your nose looks pretty cute to me. Am I missing something?
As for the first picture, it would seem that good parking spots are getting harder and harder to find.
I'm with Mary on this one.
I think she was just trying to help, but maybe went about it the wrong way.
I'm glad you both had a good cry and apologies were made...maybe she'll think twice next time.
And Libby, it's ok to get help from someone other than Tiff ya know? That's what friends and family are for.
boneman-no, i wouldn't throw you away, like so much used up garbage (was gonna say toilet paper, but that's just gross...eeewwww)...i like you, even though you have bad ideas about politics (lol), you paint gorgeous pictures, so there's definitely something good in ya!!
x-obvously, you never saw me with my original big nose, except in this picture! i shit you not, i was teased about it from kindergarten on! and, no matter how much i cried, begged & pleaded with Mom & Dad in high school, they said no, i couldn't have a nose job! So, after i'd been married for a year, had tif, left, got divorced at age 19, and got a job, i paid for one myself ($1000), with an income tax refund one year! but i couldn't afford to pay for the overnight stay i'd have to do if i had a general anesthetic, so, i had it done with a local...like 20 shots in my face!! and a few valiums they gave me first!!
kimmy-yeah, i know, i just think, with everything that's going on here (ya know what i mean, right?), the timing was HORRIBLE! at my Dad's funeral?? c'mon!
True. At the funeral was not a good time. You're right.
Again, if you ever need anything call me .
OK, well, since ya ain't gonna toss me out, I'll bring ya a good one from Catch. This gal can sure find em!
A man goes into a bar with a monkey.
He orders a drink, and while he's drinking, the monkey jumps all
around the place.
The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them, then
grabs some sliced limes and eats them, then jumps onto the pool
table,grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to
everyone's amazement, somehow swallows it whole. The bartender
screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkeyjust did?"
The guy says "No, what?"
"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table ---- whole!"
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy, "he eats
everythingin sight, the little devil. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball
and
stuff."
He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey
ate, and then leaves.
Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and has his monkey with him.
He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again.
While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a
maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt,
pulls it out,and eats it. Then the monkey finds a peanut, and again
sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it. The bartender is
disgusted. "Did you see what your monkey did now?" he asks. "No,
what?" replies the guy.
"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry and a peanut up his butt, pulled
it out, and ate it!" said the bartender.
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy.
"He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he had to
pass that cue ball, he measures everything first."
Y'know, since ya was gonna say toilet paper and all....
See ya!
Hi Libby. yes I have a blog, actually I think I have several, and just as many web pages. I start them and then move on, I only have one blog and one web that I keep current though. they are.
http://neababyblu.blogspot.com/
http://www.geocities.com/neababyblu/
kimmy-ya, i probly will call ya, some stupid shit'll come up, and, well, ice cream just won't do the trick.
oh, bonee!! that was a GOOD ONE!! and i pretty much asked for it, seeing as i was the first one to mention toilet paper!
nea-thanks! like i said, i finally found your blog(s), and i'm in love with lou!!
sorry to hear about your dad...
Hey lib,
Well, Im glad you got things sorted out. I understand that you were upset, and you really needed to get it off your chest. Otherwise it would have just festered and gotten worse. I dont think that Kims INTENTIONS were bad,she just went about things the wrong way....after all like you said, you have been friends a long time. It would be a shame to have permenent damage over something like that...
mom
Nea just reminded me what time it was, and dang! I've been sittin' around here at church sending those silly-ass jokes to as many blogs as I thought appropriate, and, well, a few that probably weren't.
On the other hand, here's one fer ya.
(not a joke, mind ya)
It was March, 1978. Ma saw my old man's feet and legs one evening, and rousted him up and dragged him to the VA in Fort Wayne. They were near black, and he had been complainin' bout how he felt like he was walking through water all day.
Being a diabetic, they started some kind of massage therapy on him, and told Ma they were keeping him for a bit. The following week, they made plans t'cut a piece of artery from some danged where and redo one of his leg arteries (veins?) and, they did. The operation was a success, and we went t'see him Friday after he got out'a the recovery room. His feet were warm, he was smiling and joking,. dang! It was cool!
That night, he died from a heart attack.Yeah, the operation was a success, but, the extra strain on his heart from having to pump now where it hadn't had to in a long time took its toll quickly.
Hey, no tears, yet,...wait.
This was on Friday night. They said that they had t'keep him till a doctor from the VA declared him dead, and that wouldn't be till Sunday evening.
By thetime they declared him dead, the funeral home (where we had only just the prior fall buried my two aunts and a cousin) took him and called us before the viewing.
He had gone to "rigor" and they couldn't get the smile off his face.
So, as we all came up to the casket, expecting t'see someone who looked like they were sleeping, here lies my old man with the silliest, stupid smile plastered on his face....and it just made ya laugh t'see it.
And I mean, not just me, but, Ma, too. Here we were, crying eyes, laughing mouths. What a mess!
And it did the same t'everybody! They'de step up to that casket expecting to see a sleeper, and there was dad, just short of laughing at all us. The whole viewing for three days went like that!
A funeral home full of laughing fools!
Even at the burial, as the casket went down, someone would titter, then the crowd would start laughing.
Dang! What a sight!
If folks gotta see me, I hope THAT'S what I look like! 'Course, I'de rather get dropped into the backyard by the animals, good dogs and cats every one, but, if not that, I gotta get me one of them funeral folks t'help me put a great big smile on me!
OH my......I know that it should have been a serious time, but it makes you laugh......I guess when I am feeling a bit down and depressed, I have to come here and read something that bone has told you. haha
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