Quirks

Do you have any quirks? I don't think there's anyone who doesn't have any.

I know I have a few.

For instance, I like to have my clocks set 5 - 7 minutes ahead of the real time.

I don't know why. For some reason when my alarm goes off in the morning I like knowing

that it's really not as late as my clock says and I can close my eyes for a few more minutes.

Same thing in my vehicle. I like the clock set fast so when I have to be somewhere it looks like I'm going to be a few minutes late but get there on time.

I know, very strange. My husband doesn't get it. Just keep the clock at the correct time he says, what's the difference? Well, it must be some psychological thing for me. I don't know why but he's right, it is all in my head and I like it that way. He set the clock in our new car to the correct time. Next time I'm driving alone I'm moving it forward a few minutes.

Another quirk, maybe not so much a quirk as a ritual. I have to put my stockings or socks on starting with my left leg. If I don't for some reason, I have to start over. It just doesn't feel right if I go right side first. Same with putting my shoes on, left first then right.

One thing you might consider a quirk but I think goes back to the womb is that when my hands are at rest or especially when I'm sleeping, the thumb is always tucked into my hand with my fingers curled around it. My dad used to tell me if I ever need to defend myself, don't make a fist like that, keep your thumb on the outside. I think of little babies when they sleep with their butt up in the air, they must have been comfortable in the womb. For me, I must have liked my thumb curled in my hand.

Where do quirks come from? I think many quirks or certain things you like start in early childhood maybe even infancy. If I'm in bed and Sean rubs my butt, I'm asleep. My mother must have done that when I was a baby to calm me down and get me to sleep. I know that's how I got my babies to sleep. Forget the back rub, I'm all about the ass!

We are enjoying beautiful weather here in the northeast. For a while we were in the high 80's low 90's and humid. It has gotten cooler now, low 80's mid 70's. Perfect weather for me. I love to sit out in the garden, listen to the birds, read or do crossword puzzles. It was a long school year this year and I'm just chilling. Lucky me :)

I hope your summer is going just as well.

Can goldfish be mentally challenged? I think so. We've had a goldfish for about a year now. His name is Abe (named after the character Abe Vigoda played on Barney Miller, "Fish") Many times I walk into the kitchen where he lives in his bowl on the table and he's floating upside down. When I get near the bowl he rights himself and looks at me for food. Sometimes he swims around upside down. Maybe one of the times his bowl got cloudy his brain was oxygen deprived.

Cleaning up some financial stuff in our life and it feels good. Just refinanced our home, traded in my 2004 Explorer on a Honda CR-V. It gets about 23 miles per gallon up from 14 although I do miss the V6 in the Ford. We sold our Coleman pop up camper so we no longer needed a big vehicle to tow it. I will miss the camper. I've been camping for about 40 years. But now both kids have jobs so it's hard to fit everyone's schedule into a camping vacation. Last year Sean and I went by ourselves for a week and it was very nice but... I'm at the point where I only want to camp at a Hilton.

Speaking of a Hilton, is anyone else overdosed on that girl. If I have to hear her name one more time on TV I'm turning it off for good. I don't understand how a girl who does absolutely nothing with her life except party and forget to wear panties in public gets this much face time in the media. Her parents must be so pround.

It has been so hot here, in the 90's and we've already had half the amount of days over 90 that we average for an entire summer. I won't complain because I wished for this during the past winter. My perfect temperature is 75 degrees but as long as I have air conditioning I'll survive.

Some sad news in our town, 5 newly minted high school graduates were killed in a firey car crash last night. The girls were on their way to a cottage when they slammed head on into a tractor trailer. Another car behind them was travelling with them. When number one son and his friends started driving several years ago our rule was that he couldn't ride with anyone until they had their license for 6 months and he couldn't drive any friends for 6 months. Number two wondered why I would let him ride with his brother though. They think I'm overprotective and maybe I am but when they're parents themselves one day they will understand.

I was married previously many, many years ago. It wasn't a good marriage and I knew when I did it that I was making a mistake. We were very young. I can tell you that on our honeymoon he threw one of our suitcases at me. We had our problems and one of them being that we were both strong willed and stubborn. Soon our disagreements escalated into physical fights. I'm the type that will go down swinging. I hit back when I could. He was 6'4" 225 lbs. I am 5'4"and if you think I'm telling you my weight, forget it. I had many bruises and fat lips but never any broken bones. There were times when I thought we would kill each other. I realized that he would get any weapon away from me and use it himself as well as just the feeling that I could even think about doing that. It scared me terribly. We decided that this marriage had to end and it did after just three years. Funny thing was, once that decision was made, we got along fine. We had no children and at the time I thought if I did get pregnant it would be the worse thing ever. Another huge signal that this was not right. I refer this time period as my past life. Today I'm in my 25th year of marriage to Sean.

Where I'm going with this is here. In light of the man who was arrested for shooting and killing his wife and three children in their SUV in Illinois and the man in Ohio that allegedly killed his mistress and full term unborn baby; if the problems in your life are that bad and you can't walk away; kill yourself, not your wife, lover or children for God's sake. I was shocked to find out that the leading cause of death among pregnant women is homicide.

I don't really get along with computers and don't know how to link to something with one word so I have to type out the whole address. If someone can drop me a note and tell me how that would be wonderful. Read the above stories here:
www.examiner.com/a-796887~police_Charge_Husband_in_Family_s-Death.html and here
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070624/ap_on_re_us/missing_woman_123

On another note, in a post dated May 5 I wrote about snitching. A 38 year old woman in Arizona was branded on her face with the word snitch. This brand (yes, what they do to cattle) is 4-6 inches long on her left cheek from lip to earlobe. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070623/ap_on_re_us/woman_branded

As I read back on today's post I see that it's very depressing. The violence in the world against women and humanity in general is appalling. I'm going to have to stop reading the news.

I haven't posted in a while and I miss it. I have another blog that I have taken a break from since some jerk has been leaving death threats in the comments. I have a pretty thick skin about things but that is just over the top. I am leaving that blog alone for a while. In the mean time life just continues on.

My number one son got his first car, a 1999 Honda Civic. I worry slightly more when he's out now that he's not driving my Explorer or dad's Honda CR-V. He has two jobs this summer. One is at Ben & Jerry's (an ice cream shop) and he works with his brother who happens to be his boss. His summer nursing job in the cardiac care unit is going well although he hasn't had to deal with any death yet.

Son number two finished his junior year in high school. He is working more hours for Ben & Jerry's this summer as the shift leader and they just gave him his own key to the store so he can open and close for the owners.

We finally closed on the refinance of our house after a big mess with Countrywide Home Loans. DO NOT ever use them. We may take legal action against them. I'm sure going against this giant company will not be worth it so who knows.

Today was my last day of school with students. My fifth graders are now offically out of my hair and into someone else's in middle school! It was a tough year but in about 3 weeks I will start to miss them.

It is so relaxing to sit in the garden. These are coral bells.
A larger shot of the garden.

This is called black and blue salvia.

This little chipmunk and his two friends are enjoying the

buffet that is our bird feeder. They're funny when you get close

to them. They freeze like a statue thinking that if they

don't move you won't see them. We stood there for

10 minutes staring at each other. I finally moved first.

Purple columbine, I also have a maroon specimen.

Gazanias (above) close up in the evening or when it's very overcast outside. When my nephew was little (he is just finishing 3rd grade now so he thinks he's no longer "little") he called them sleeping flowers. He would call me to ask if my flowers were awake or sleeping.

I don't know what these are called. I bought them for the beautiful multi colors. My garden has no color theme. Just what ever looks good to me. As long as it's colorful.

I have spent some time thinking in the garden today. First some background. I have always been outspoken and opinionated. I used to think that if someone didn't do something or handle a situation the way I would, it must not be the right way. I wanted things my way. I worked long and hard to turn some of these traits around. If you believe all of the astrological stuff, I am a true Leo in almost every way. I can be demanding but I hate to disappoint people, hurt their feelings or make them feel bad about themselves.

I did that yesterday to two important people. First, yesterday was an "anniversary" of a life altering event in my life. I was devastated by it. Without going into detail, this event brings me a few days of stress and sadness every year. I have decided once and for all, I will get over it, focus on the positive and stop letting it control me. I had an idea, tried it and it backfired. Big time. All it did was make someone else unhappy and down more so then they may have already been. That was not my intention. My intention was to turn this day around. Focus on what good came out of it. It didn't work, in the end we both ended up feeling crappy.

Later that evening while chatting with a friend, my thoughts, opinions and mouth got me in trouble again. Everyone handles situations in their lives differently and just because it's not how I would handle it, that's the way they need to handle it. My intention was not to make my friend feel inadequate or overwhelmed. Things were said that made me feel bad too.

Life is complicated. I guess I'll keep my opinions to myself.

First let me say, I didn't take any of these pictures myself.

If a subject is moving at all I can't take a good picture.

One thing I love about visiting my parents in Florida

is all the different kinds of birds they have down south.

Maybe because I don't see them up here in the north

they seem more exotic.

As we were swinging in the swing out on the back patio tonight, Sean and I saw several different birds in the trees. It got me to thinking, hey we have some very beautiful birds here and we saw the most colorful tonight.

It got me thinking, (my mind never stops) why are the male birds

so much more colorful and better looking than the females? Take the cardinal

for example. The male is a brilliant red and is a stand out no matter where

he's perched. The female, well she's much more subdued. She blends in

where ever she goes. We have a bird feeder filled with black sunflower seeds.

The cardinals (and Chipmunks) love them. We have a pair of cardinals that

visit every morning and evening. The male always eats first, the female is no where

in sight. When he is done, the female flies in to eat. The male waits for her in

the tree by the feeder and shews away any other birds that wants to eat.

We have many goldfinches in the backyard. There's a niger seed mesh feeder that gets a lot of traffic. Sometimes there are 6 or 7 birds feeding with more waiting in the dogwood tree for their turn. The males are bright sunshine yellow while the females are somewhat of a putrid greenish brown color.

My favorite and the most elusive is the Baltimore Oriole. The male is a very flashy bird, bright orange and black. Tonight we had a male and female in the weeping cherry tree. I was thrilled.
The blue jay, another looker, is a rather mean and aggressive bird. They don't share well at all and chase other birds away from the feeder. I couldn't find a picture of a female but I'm sure she's quite drab compared to the male.

I did some checking about this subject and found that the females are the ones attracted to the bright colors. The males couldn't care less about the looks of the females. Very different from the human species. There are less female birds than males and the male has to really look good and stand out so a female will choose them for their mate. The colors make them easier to see also when it comes to territory. Other males can see them and know that this area is taken.

Also birds can see more colors than humans. While humans have 3 cones in their eyes, birds have 4.

Public Service Announcement

Yes, this is syphilis bacteria. Why you ask? Well I was very surprised to hear that the high school within school district I work for has several cases of syphilis. I don't really know why I was surprised, maybe because you don't really hear about it anymore. It doesn't seem to be one of the more popular STDs. What's sad about it is that the female (a sophomore) that had it passed it on to several partners but couldn't remember all of the guys she'd been with to let them know. A fifteen year old that has had so many sexual partners that she can't remember them all! I feel for her. What is so awful in her life that causes her to get her affection from a parade of different boys? I've never been one for casual sex. Call me old fashioned but I didn't have "recreational" sex. I had to be in a committed, loving relationship. What adults do in their private life is their business but a child and yes at 15 she's still a child, well that's not right. I won't show you any of the pictures of the actual symptoms of syphilis, they're gross, take my word for it.

Consider this as a Public Service Announcement. I'm going to give you a tutorial on syphilis.

Primary stage: Symptoms can appear anywhere from 10-90 days after infection with 21 days being the average. You will have a single or sometimes multiple, firm, round, painless sore(s) on your genitals. Untreated this will last 3-6 weeks then it goes away. You can be tested with a simple blood test and syphilis can be cured very easily with penicillin.

Secondary stage: Untreated syphilis presents itself as a skin rash that doesn't itch, sometimes on the palms and soles. You may have a fever, swollen lymph nodes, sore throat, headache, fatigue or weight loss, you feel like you may have the flu. As you can see, these symptoms can also occur with many other illnesses. I had all of them when I had strep throat and tonsillitis a few weeks back. Since it imitates other illnesses, it goes unchecked.

Late stage: This stage there are really no symptoms at first but Syphilis is damaging your internal organs including your brain, eyes, nerves, heart, blood vessels, liver, bones, joints and can cause dementia and insanity. In the worse case, death can occur. All from an untreated STD.

There have been many famous people that have had syphilis, to name a few, Hernando Cortez, a Spanish explorer, Ivan the Terrible, Al Capone, JFK, Adolph Hitler and Benito Mussolini.

With all the attention turned to AIDS, there are still diseases out there that people need to be educated about. Consider that done.

My dog Cody is an endless source of entertainment for me. When he's not
getting into trouble, he's following me
around or hogging the bed at night.

He lives a good life. He's extremely loved
by his family, has a big back yard to
run around in and is protective. Whenever
Sean slaps me on the ass when I walk by
or hugs me, Cody barks at him as if to
say, "I don't know exactly what you're
doing but get your paws off of her!"
I pity the person who ever tried to hurt me.

Anyway, Cody has found a robin's nest in the crotch of our weeping cherry tree. This tree grows in the middle of our fern garden.



Sometimes the mother robin will just sit in the nest and look at him while he barks at her but other times she doesn't like him at all. She will squawk at him and if she's really pissed she will fly out of the nest and dive bomb him. Sometimes her friends join in. They are definitely each other's nemnesis.







Yesterday I hear and see him barking at the base of the tree. Oh no, I think one of the baby
birds fell out of the nest. I go out to investigate and he is barking at a toad! I think he scared the poor thing out of it's mind. He also paws at crawling bugs and tries to play with them.

Even though he chewed my bottle of cuticle oil, bites the pom poms off of my footie socks when I walk by him and barks at the weirdest things, I couldn't love him any more than I do!
My sister is spending 1000. bucks on a golden retriever puppy and to think we spent 50. bucks on Cody at a shelter. The best deal we ever got.





My favorite flower is the tulip.















Jack in the Pulpit is a wild flower that an old
dear friend gave me years ago. They have spread and I have more than I need. I took some to the cemetery and planted them at
her headstone.











This year for some reason the Magnolia and Dogwood trees are not doing very well. They have very few blossoms on them and some trees have entire branches that have no leaves. Last spring they were so prolific with their flowers and then we had a very hot summer, could this be why?

Game 4 tonight in Ottawa and the Sabres are down 3 games. Please don't let it be a sweep, go down fightin. Teams have come back before. Both Pittsburgh and New Jersey came back from 3-1 deficits to win the Stanley Cup. Can Buffalo do that to win the Eastern conference? I don't know....



As I've said before on here, I'm a hockey fan. Unfortunately it's not as popular in the United States as it is in Canada, Russia and some European countries. I think it's too fast for many people. It can be hard to follow the puck but if you stick with it you learn to anticipate where the puck will go. I've been to countless games from pee wees, high school, college, AHL and NHL and one thing I've learned is never take your eyes off the game. A warning my father told me time and time again. The puck flies into the crowd all the time. In the older days there was little protection, just half a sheet of Plexiglass around the rink. These days there are full sheets plus nets but you can still get hit by the puck. I speak from experience. I once had season tickets to our city's AHL team. I'm talking away, not paying attention and ouch! Hit right in the face with the puck. The good thing about it was it hit me on the flat side, not the edge. I saw stars, didn't need stitches but was very embarrassed because the EMT people came over to check on me. I heard the voice of my father in my head.



If you're any kind of hockey fan I must tell you to visit the Hockey Hall of Fame in Toronto, Canada. When I was a kid we went to the old one that was on the grounds of the CNE, it was fun, I bought a hockey player charm for my charm bracelet. It's still on the bracelet today. The Hall of Fame has since moved to downtown Toronto into a former bank. It's wonderful. The displays are great. They have the usual goalie masks, old jerseys and so on but oh lots more. It is very hands on and interactive. You can go into a room set up like a locker room, go into a broadcast studio and do play by play, try your hand at being a goalie. Tons of things to do, well worth the price of admission. But the best part is the hardware. Go upstairs to the trophy room. It's almost like a sacred place. All the different trophies are on display including the granddaddy of them all, the Stanley Cup. It was the holy grail for me to see it.

The Stanley Cup is the oldest trophy to be competed for by professional athletes, going back to 1893. The team that has won it the most? The Montreal Canadians, 24 times. Each player on the winning team is allowed to take the cup for one day and do what ever they want with it. Show it off to their hometowns and so on. It has been on Leno and Letterman, traveled to the Kremlin in Russia and used as a baptismal font.

Just one quick story because I'm sure I'm boring you if you even got this far. When Sean and I were at the Hall of Fame there was a man and his son looking at the cup with us. I looked at them and a voice said to myself, "you will see them again" it was the oddest thing. It just popped into my head. Later that night we went to a Toronto Maple Leaf game, we're sitting in our seats waiting for the game to start and lo and behold here comes the father and son, they sat right next to me.

Back in the day, one thing that meant that the tide had turned and the warm weather was here was the return of muscle cars from their winter exile. I absolutely love them. Today I see VERY few of them anymore. When I was a teenager and up into my 30's it was pure joy to see them on the road again. I especially loved them if they

had the wide tires on the back.

No self respecting guy would drive their car through the winter with all the salt on the roads so they had a "beater" to drive November

through April. All winter they'd toil on the car, tweeking it to get more power out of the motor. It was their baby. Finally when the time was right, one by one you'd begin to see them appear. GTO's, Roadrunners, Dusters, Mustangs, 'Cudas, Firebirds, even an El Camino once in a while. But my most favorite of all, the one that got my heart beating and still would today if I saw one, was the '69 Camaro Z28. To feel the vibration and the deep rumble of one while it idled next to you at a stoplight, then when it went green, the roar when it took off. I love that sound.

In my first life I was previously married to a gear head. He was into drag racing and had a dragster that we towed to the strip every Saturday. I cringe at the money that was spent on that stupid car. A car that was not street legal. The racing slicks alone would break the bank. Anyway, I spent countless hours at the track, the shop, the parts store and car shows. What I liked more than anything else at the track was the muscle cars. They had a special class for street cars and the infield was loaded with jacked up, high performance muscle cars.
Today most of those cars are gone now. After all they are 30 - 40 years old. I have no idea what constitutes as a muscle car today. Certainly not a rice burner I hope. I don't care about drifting and all the other stuff guys do with imports these days. I just would love to see a cherry '69 Camaro Z28.

Cody, my dog. He's going to be six years old this summer. I love him dearly. We rescued him from a shelter when he was two years old. He's well behaved, doesn't dig, doesn't jump on people, most of the time he comes when you call him, he loves me fiercely. He does have a bad habit though. Cody will eat almost anything if he thinks it smells good.

I have a bottle of OPI cuticle oil that I use on my fingernails. It smells nice, made of botanicals of some sort. Cody loves it. I have to keep my hands away from him when I put it on or he will try and lick it off. This past weekend I used it while sitting outside. I put it in the pocket of my sweatshirt. Well how stupid am I? The top wasn't on tight. It got all over the sweatshirt, my jeans and the bottle. I went inside to clean up but left the bottle on the grass. I was going to clean it off outside. I come back out with paper towel and the bottle was gone. Hhhhmmmm, Cody was outside and I know he likes this stuff. I thought he probably took the bottle to lick it off. I couldn't find it anywhere. Now I'm thinking, "did he swallow it?" He's a big dog, he might be able to get it down but there is no way it's going to come out. How much will this vet bill be? Before I panicked I walked around the yard again to see if I could find it.

Yes, I found it alright, broken and chewed. He licked it clean but being the dog he is, that wasn't enough. He proceeded to chew the bottle. I imagine he chewed the plastic top first, then ate the brush. Wanting more of what was in the bottle he then chewed the glass container and broke it. Little did he know, the oil then ran into the grass. I thought maybe at first Sean ran it over with the lawn mower but then noticed the blood on the plastic. I was going to compare Cody to a billy goat but did some research first. Turns out goats are actually rather picky eaters and have a much more discriminating palate than Cody.

The remains of my 12.00 bottle of cuticle oil.



This is number 2 with grandma and grandpa (my parents) last week after being inducted into the National Honor Society. Although I was very sick I couldn't miss this but it couldn't be over soon enough. I went back to school yesterday after being out for an entire week and promptly took a 2 hour nap when I got home.

To Snitch or Not to Snitch

No pretty pictures today. There's nothing beautiful about the mentality of those who live by the "no snitch" rule. Let me put it out there that I'm not black nor male but a white woman in her late 40's. I have never lived the life that many of these young people do. I don't pretend to know what it's like to be in their shoes. While I live in the 3rd largest city in my state, I don't live in a very urban part. I stay out of that area.

What bothers me is that this code of silence in the streets makes it that much harder for crimes to be solved and for assailants and killers to be punished. Without cooperation from witnesses how can legal justice be served. I was raised to respect authority figures including police officers. I'm not naive, there are some rotten apples and dirty cops within their ranks that for whatever reason have an ax to grind, get off on bullying people or for the power trip. I don't believe that the majority of officers go into that line of work, put their own lives in danger just to frame people, shake 'em down, beat them and whatever else they get blamed for.

I understand that street cred is important to people and it's unfortunate that it can't be earned by doing the right thing. Lil' Kim comes to mind. This woman went to jail for almost 10 months rather than cooperate with police over a shooting outside of a radio station that she witnessed. Busta Rhymes, nee Trevor Smith is another one. His bodyguard was murdered in front of him and he will not talk. I'm all for loyalty but sometimes there's more to it.

I understand loyalty to one's people and to not snitch. I could be wrong about this but perhaps it goes back to slavery. Slaves did not tattletale on each other and if questioned about other slaves whether it be about a behavior or a runaway, they didn't give them up. They took the whipping. I get that. I hope that if that was me I would be able to take it also. I would like to think that I would've had the courage to be an abolitionist or an underground railroad worker. I try in my daily life to not be judgemental, I feel that we all belong to the human race. Why should anyone be treated differently. It doesn't only happen in the United States. Look at India and their caste system. I could go on about the treatment of women around the world. I'm sure every country has their problems.

I have never felt comfortable using the term African American. My son's best friend is Black. His parents are from two small Caribbean island nations. I don't refer to myself as Scottish, Canadian, German, English, White American so let's do away with those labels. Even the moniker Black is not quite right. People come in all colors like ebony, cinnamon, cafe au lait, chocolate,butterscotch, sorry to be so food related. There's a great book I read with our fifth graders every year called Maniac Magee by Jerry Spinelli. I highly recommend it. Seriously.

It seems to me that the Black community is self destructing. I feel for them. For a mother to loose her child to gangs, crime or murder is horrible. Black on Black crime is huge and more people need to speak out about it. It has to come from within the Black community. The White man can't do it. Instead of Sharpton and Jackson preaching about the white man bringing you down, start rattling the cage of those killing each other. These thugs need to hear how they are destroying their lives and the lives of others, many of them innocents. Distrusting the police has to change. I don't know how. I do know that this is where the do not snitch mindset comes into play. There are Black parents out there that want the best for their children, for them to rise above this nonsense. To become a contributor to a better society. That is so hard to do when you have generations that have been inducted into that everyone is against me mindset and now teach their own children the same things. Please don't get me wrong on this. I'm not lumping all Black families together. There are many black families out there that don't subscribe to these ideas. I understand that yes, it may be dangerous to speak out.

What made me decide to say this publicly is the rapper, Cam'ron. He stated on 60 Minutes that, "he would never cooperate with the cops, even if I knew a serial killer was living next to me. I wouldn't call and tell anybody on him. But I'd probably move." Also, "helping the police solve crimes goes against his code of ethics and is bad for business. " And more, "It would definitely hurt my business and the way I was raised, I just don't do that." These quotes came from the website www.sixshot.com/articles/6901/

Is this enough to get your blood pressure up? Someone so thoughtless to others? Geoffry Canada, president of Harlem Children's Zone says this to that, "rappers like Cam'ron care more about their street credibility than the safety of their streets."

Tshirts with sayings like "Snitches get Stitches" , "Stop Snitchen" and "Ditches are for Snitches" are widely available and are seen in rap and hip hop videos. This kind of thing encourages the Black community to keep their mouth's shut when it comes to police. By promoting those ideals, the next person mugged, robbed, beaten or killed may be yourself. To think that you could have played a part in getting someone off the streets. I'll admit it takes bravery to make a stand but once it gets started, it could spread.

Am I the only one bothered by this kind of thing. NO. I encourage you to go to http://blackvoices.aol.com/blogs/2007/04/23/my-name-is-camron-and-im-no-snitch/ and read the comments left by readers. A strong leader is needed. Get over feeling like you're being picked on and take action. Don't let the thugs and punks be a representative of you culture and community.

FRIENDSHIP

Friendship. There are all kinds of levels of it. There's your see once in a while at the grocery store friend. They're someone you see when you're out and about and do the stop and chat with. Not really someone you'd call, but a friend nontheless.

The work friend. This is someone you work with and are friendly with at work but it's strickly a work relationship. You don't really share personal stuff with them or see them outside of work but you do like them and share a common

bond.

I guess an aquaintance would be someone you know but don't for whatever reason want anymore with. You say, Hi, how are you?" and move on.

The seasonal friend. I know that sounds odd. When I was 10 years old my family started going camping at a campground every summer for 2 weeks, the same time every year. There we met other families that did the exact same thing.

They all had kids and for those 2 weeks we were

best buds. Maybe a letter or two would be exchanged during the year but for the most part, it was a 2 week friendship that lasted about 8 years. We would all arrive on the same day and just pick up where we left off 50 weeks ago. I loved it.

The on-line friend. On line friendships can be good. When you meet someone you click with it's fun. They are someone you may have never met in life and may never meet but you form a bond if you take the time. Some may say you can't really form a bond with an online friend but I disagree. You can become very close to someone online. Eventually as your friendship builds you learn more about each other. Maybe more than anyone else knows. You feel comfortable talking with them, knowing they won't judge you. I have an online friend that I just love chatting with. We are from different backgrounds and if it wern't for computers, we would never have met. Love him just the same.

The good friend. For me they are friends that enjoy each other. You have a history together. You like being with them. I will say that my good friends are several of the people I work with. I don't consider them work friends because we share personal things with each other. We use each other as sounding boards. We're a big part of each others lives. We share in each other's triumphs and let downs. We have much fun together and it makes going to work easy. We care about each other and can tell when one is upset, unhappy. One friend and I can read each other's minds. Well ,not really but it seems that way. There's a connection that comes from knowing each other well.

The relative friend. Some people aren't friends with their relatives but my youngest sister and I are. Growing up, when my parents worked I was in charge being the oldest. My middle sister (2 years younger) was old enough to go roam the neighborhood with her friends but not old enough to be in charge of the youngest (5 years younger than me). That's where I came in. Some may have grown resentful that they had to take care of their little sister while the other one did her own thing. I did not. Sure, I couldn't go to friend's house without her coming with me but I didn't seem to mind. As we grew up and I moved out of my parents house she would sleep over at my place countless nights and we did many things together. I took care of her babies for 3 years each while she worked part time. I will take care of them over this summer also. We go on vacations together. Sometimes I think my middle sister is jealous but it goes back to when we were little. She'd rather hang with friends than her sisters.

The spouse best friend. Yes, your spouse can be your best friend. They are a person you love and they love you. You certainly share lots of things together. Your hopes and dreams, your children and you love hanging out with each other. They know your faults, your secrets and are honest with you. They love you unconditionally.



The best friend. Slightly different from the spouse best friend. I know that for women, there are just some things that you're more comfortable talking about with another female. Someone to get things off your chest with, maybe about your spouse. That first person you want to call when something good happens. Someone to shop with, to go to garden stores with, to hang out in your pajamas together late at night out on the patio.

I wrote this today because friendship is not automatic, it takes work just like any other relationship, especially if you don't see each other often. My best friend moved away a while back and it's just not the same without her. I miss her.

Spring Friends

I love pansies, they are such a friendly looking flower. I think the inside looks sort of like an angel.Maybe it's just me?
I'm not sure what this white flowering tree is.

It starts out with furry buds that swell up

then pop open to reveal bright white flowers.

I think it's some sort of Magnolia?

Forsythia is the first thing to bloom up here besides crocus. I like it when it first comes out and is that greenish yellow color, then it turns to a buttery pure yellow. Not crazy about it when at the end it's a golden color.

Last but not least, my favorite, tulips. As you may or may not know,

I can't grow them in my yard. They are the favorite snack of rabbits. Damn rabbits.

So I have to enjoy other people's tulips.

I love all colors of them, even the ones that are almost black.

I'm starting to feel better today. I actually got out of bed and came downstairs for a while. My tonsils are still swollen to the point that it is hard to swallow but I don't need the vicodin anymore. I'll be out of school the rest of the week but do have to go out tonight. Number 2 is being inducted into the National Honor Society at school this evening. I get tired just walking from the bedroom to the bathroom so I'm going to have to have valet service.