What is a Real Friend?

I find it ironic that I am learning more about friends as I watch my daughter navigate her way through the trials of girl friendships. Oh yes, there is drama. It changes second by second. I do take comfort in the fact that we are both equally shocked when our expectation is crushed. We both have a basic expectation that a true friend would never be mean. What is "being mean"? Saying, doing or acting in any way that causes pain with intention. If someone hurts you intentionally. That is mean. A friend also has your back. If you are being hurt by someone a real friend doesn't watch. They come to your assistance, or at least by your side. I have to ask myself are these expectations too high or do I not have as many friends as I thought??????

BLAST FROM THE PAST - Let me hear aobut yours!

Does facebook make it easy to rewind the clock? Go back in time? I know that I have found some friends that I have often wondered about over the years. Thanks to some creative liberties with my name, I am not that easily found. I wonder who would have looked for me if any one? Would I have wanted to be found? Does this mean our past never stays in the past? I'd love to hear your stories about finding an old friend or being found!

HOW HARD IS IT, REALLY?

It has been on my "to do list" for months and yet I am just now getting around to posting. Why is it that hard? I can't find 15 minutes in the day to sit down and empty a thought or two out of my crowded brain? There are people out there who blog two or three times a day... How come they can but I can't? Maybe it's just about how bad I want to do it? I think it's time for another list. Yes, that's right another list. I'll make a list of the things on my list that never get done. Wait, doesn't that list already exist? Ugh!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Starting the new year off right with a first posting of the year 2010! I always reflect on the new year's eves of the past and I have had some fun times! I'll never forget the year I was at a party with my L on the forehead Loser Boyfriend. I paid for the night ... including a limo only to have his sloppiness check out the other chicks in the club. So I did what I could do...busted a move on the dance floor and partied hard. Luckily I had friends with me who had my back. Still, they couldn't help much when the tank reached full on the fuzzy navels! In the crowded bathroom with a line out the door, I grabbed an abandoned party hat to catch my overindulgence. Yep, I lost it right into the hat. No one was the wiser. I splashed some water on my face, rinsed my mouth and went back to the party. On the way back out the door, I heard another party girl say "ooooh look! a party hat! as she put it on her head". Oooops! My bad. What was your fondest New Year's Eve memory? (i am not implying that i had a fond memory of that poor unfortunate girl's mishap with the party hat...it's just a memory that stands out among the blurred memories associated with parties in general!