Mansoon....

So, last night was quite eventful...for my phone. Hubs and I decided to watch a movie (Repo Men...it was pretty good) while we were eating dinner, and I..like an ass, left my phone in the bedroom. When we finished to movie, I had 7 missed alerts. SEVEN. That's more text and phone action than I usually see in a week. All in one night! Most of the missed alerts were texts, from my BFF Indigo and my other BFF Bambi. Indigo wanted me to know that a certain ghost from the past had gotten in contact with her, as soon as her new relationship status became public. I imagine his thought process went something like " Damn, I remember how awesome Indigo is, and she's single???!! I wonder if I can trick her with charm into paying attention to my penis....hmmmmm" Now, Indi and Casper (as I'll call him) had been in a relationship in the past, and things didn't work out. Mainly because Casper's a ghost and therefore has no substance. So for him to try to weasel his way back into her life makes me grit my teeth a little and contemplate a long drive in the snow to do some damage. To him. Or his car, which ever I can find first. See, as I mentioned before, I love my friends. I try to give good and hilarious advice whenever I can. But when words just won't cut it, dramatic shows of force are sometime needed. Thankfully, Indi isn't as impulsive as I am, so I am NOT driving helter skelter through a blizzard to plant a car bomb. Now...Bambi on the other hand, is going through a nasty breakup a hubs of her own. I've never met him, but the fact that he's giving up one of my favorite people makes me dislike him. Intensely. Bams sent me a text last night, to let me know that she's a magnet for inappropriately aged men, and their silly propositions. Specifically, a 20 something neighbor and an indecent proposal. Have to admit, I lol'd a little bit..replied it was because she's "hawt", (yes, I spelled it that way, don't judge) then we lol'd together. I mean, who doesn't want to be a sex goddess? Come on. You there in the back, I see you. You want to be sexxy too I know it..... Unless he was yucky... then by all means run for the hills.
Oh, the other messages were from my sister! Hooray!!! We had a surprise sleepover party because guess what? It's gonna snow. Again. At this point though I'm like "whatevs, I'm over it." All it means for me at this point is nap time, moving the car later and leaving early to pick up the hubs at the train station. Here's a comic I found that sums up my feelings about winter at this point....

I like how nonchalant the kitty is. Frolic little kitty, frolic.

Something deep and meaningful..

I've been rolling this idea around in my head for a few days that I wanted to say something important about friendships. Something poetic and beautiful, that shows my deep love and appreciation for the people I care about. But everything I try in that vein sounds schlocky and cliched..I feel like it's not original and that the words weren't expressing how I really felt. It's annoying. I can think beautiful thoughts, form sentences that roll off the tongue and resonate within..but when I try to get them out..they suck. So, instead I'll just write what I feel and see how it goes. OK.
   I think that having good friends, the kind that answer when you call and really listen when you talk is both the greatest luxury and most precious gift on the planet. I think that because it's rare. Look at your (social network) profile of choice and make a list of the people you could call crying at 4 am on a Wednesday and not feel awkward about. The list is probably pretty short, right? Mine is, and although I know lots of people, and count most of them as friends, I more than likely would only call 5 or 6 people in that situation. Why? Maybe it's just me..I'm not really a sharing type. And that's a little sad. One of the things that makes being human bearable is our ability to connect with others, share experiences and dreams. I feel like I'm missing some vital element in the whole "friend"....thing. (See? Sucks, right? Told you...)
                So, before I dive off the deep end and into weepy emotional land, I'll cut it short.
To all my friends, I love you. You are important to me. You matter to me. I want to hear about your day, and I want to tell you about mine. If we're far apart and haven't spoken in a while, I'm sorry. I'm bad about picking up the phone and calling. But know that I miss you, hope you are doing well and are deliriously happy. I'm doing fine, love being married and am worried about the economy. Hubs has started school, freeing up a little time for me to be able to share my crazy out here on the Internet. I think it's going well. How are the kids/pets/work/school?  Excellent.  Maybe when we all have more time and money we can get together and have supper or a drink. That would be cool. Maybe we could do something fun, like build a blanket fort, watch old movies or have a light saber battle. That would be super cool.
   And now that I've gotten that off my chest, I feel better. It didn't come out as elegantly as I had hoped, but this early in the morning, I'm just pleased that it doesn't look like slgkjfldgodijtr iwrjgs fkj.  So, hopefully everyone has a great day today, I'm certainly going to try my best.