You’re My Huckleberry

You are my Huckleberry.  Let’s define that, shall we?  According to the Urban Dictionary, (that’s a legit source, people) it means “I’m the man you’re looking for.”  (That’s a direct quote.  Anyone who knows me knows I would never end a sentence in a preposition, so there’s that.)

So in keeping true to my whole Friendship theme, I’m jumping onto the Ten Things of Thankful train, but I’m doing it my way.   I’m going to give you a list, a version of what my best friend and I created years ago… (Hopefully she won’t kill me for sharing this.)

A Top Ten List

My Top Ten Thankfuls for This Weird Funky Week

(We work our way to #1, so let’s start at 10.)

#10:  Lizzi because you are so full of love and light and encouragement and help, and you send me music (which speaks straight to my heart, my love language for sure.) And every time I see the little chat bubble with your smiley face, I smile back.  I’m so glad I found you, Lizzi.  Oozing thankfuls all over you.

#9.   The rest of my blogger buddies:  Don, Aussa, Phil, Dana, Sandy, Nicole, Kate, Mike (and Phoneix),  and so many more.  You are all so so so very awesome.  I love peeking into your worlds and reading your stories which make me feel like I *know* you, like I’m a part of you.  I’ve been in a funk this week, but your words were a step in the ladder that pulled me out of that funk, and today the sun shines bright in the sky, I’m well rested, and I’m no longer blue.

#8.  Also in the running for pulling me out of my funk:  my new cyber-besties, Hella Buzzed and Magpie.  What in the world did I do with my day before I met you?  I can somehow spend an entire day chatting away with you guys about anything and still be hungry for more.  My cheeks hurt from smiling, and my belly hurts from laughing, and my heart is so very grateful that Michelle ignited this flame.

My girls:  you know who you are.  (in no particular order)

#7. a) You coined the name “Mandicap” which still haunts me.  You pushed me to class in my wheel chair.  You introduced me to my forever.  You stood by me when I married him.   I’ll never forget the day we walked around Manhattan together and the walk through Central Park….sigh.  That was one of my favorite days of all time.  Soon you’ll become a mom and welcome your baby girl, and I hope she has even a spark of your humor, your love, and your beauty.

b) You’ve been my mommy go to, the one who always tells me that I’m not crazy.  You wait for me in Carl’s Corner with a scented candle and a smile.  You can sell me anything just by saying, “You love it.  You do.” Even if it’s tofu. And when I hear Dave Matthews Band or Sublime, I imagine your little red eclipse and spending hours driving around our college town in it.  Without our talks, I’m not sure I’d still be sane.  Oh wait – I’m not.

#6.  We didn’t hit it off right off that bat, which had nothing to do with who your ex-boyfriend is.  Very few people get me on the level that you do.  You are almost as funny as I.  Ok, ok.  You’re as funny.  I will always admire your eyebrows, and when you asked me to stand up next to you as your matron of honor because I “represented a happy marriage,” you stole more of my heart than you know.  You’re a great mom, a great friend, and a trivia wiz.  I’m so glad I met you, even if you hated me that day.

#5.  Mi amor, you will always be….esta es siempre en mi corazon.  You bring me wine and other stuff and sit outside  with me until our lips are stained purple while we talk through every inappropriate topic and piece of gossip until the wee hours of the morning.  Squelched laughter, rule-breaking chat sessions, and Freaks of the Industry will always remind me of mi amor.

#4.  You are my wingman (you can totally have a vagina and be a wingman).  You helped me make the rules to Drunk Around the World.  You’re my Dust in the Wind, my synchronized swimming partner.  Our friendship began as a seed planted by our husbands to get to spend more time together, but it’s taken root and bloomed into something so much more.  I adore you, but this you know, and the friendship between our children makes my heart swell.

#3.  Beth…where do I begin?  I still can’t believe how many play-dates we wasted being polite.  I love the weird bond our sons share and the fact that they brought us together.  I don’t know where it finally happened, but we sparked, and I’m so very grateful that we did.  I truly cherish this friendship.  I love our Big Truck Tuesdays, that we share a sick dirty mind, and the pictures we send back and forth…le’ sigh.  I love your humor and your brain, and I cannot even comprehend your talent.  I believe in your book, and I sit on the edge of my seat and wait for the rest of the world to get to read it.  #threechapterthursday is my favorite day of the week.   How lucky am I that you trusted me with it first?  And now I love beards, and trees, and tattoos, and tattoos of trees.  (But I love you even more than all of that.)  What have you done to me?

#2.  Nikki, my kindred, my soul mate, my fellow lover of books.  You are beautiful and funny and smart, and so very talented.  (She’s published two books.  Rebound & Resilient)  The fact that you’re about to publish a third book amazes me to no end, and I squeal with delight every time you post a new teaser.  You have become so much more to me than a friend.  I look forward to our Thursdays and relish the memories of sitting for hours in a bookstore on the floor talking about these fictional characters as if they’re real people.  You win best hugs ever, which says a lot since you know I’m not a hugger.  You are so dear to me, so very special.  You make my heart smile.

And the Number One Friend for whom I say thanks each and every day:

Kimberly (yes I’m using your name.  Suck it.)  30 years ago as I sat outside in my backyard literally eating mudpies, my mom called for me and made me come inside, wash up and change out of my mismatched “boy” clothes and go introduce myself to the three little girls who moved in next door. I huffed and argued, but she urged and insisted and finally shooed me out the door.  She had no idea what an impact that introduction would be to her little girl’s life and the inseparable friendship that would result from her insistence.  Kimberly, words cannot describe you.  You’re brilliant and brave and funny and weird like me and so opinionated and full of red headed stubbornness.  You’re a wonderful mom, an amazing principal, a devoted wife, and the absolute “dearest” friend, my full moon.  I have to stop, or I’ll cry, and you know.  I. Never. Cry.

So there – my weird attempt at TToT.  You can join, too.  Just grab the button and follow the rules.  We’ll see if I get kicked off of this one, too.

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Blogxiety

Someone get me some meds, I’m having a complete Blogxiety attack. 

First of all, let’s start with my new addiction:  Blogoshere…or at least that’s what I think it’s called. I wrote this little story about a girl who peed in the driveway…true story, by the way, because well, I was bored, and I’m slightly narcissistic, and I thought…sure people will want to read this, and by people, I meant my one blogger friend, and she read it, and then she shared it, and then she opened the doors to “a whole new world”. 

Birds flew from my computer (you think I’m kidding, but I’m not.  I saw macaws people, real ones.  They’re on a photographer’s blog, and they’re mother freaking beautiful, oh and I found her blog through another blog who was “guest hosting”, which I don’t quite understand, but totally support, and if someone wants to be my guest on my blog, please do so.  How does that work anyway?). 

I found myself in a winter wonderland fighting stuffed elves, falling in love with  crazy aunts, reading about chuck’s terriblemind…, reading thousands, I mean, thousands of book reviews (and books are my crack, so I practically licked my lap top as I ferociously added books to my “to read” category), and then there’s this girl who’s a hacker ninja, and she’s hilarious, and I read about 20 of her posts because…she’s just that good.  And then my husband said, “Hey, what are you doing?” and I said, “Shhh.” (but under my breath I used explicits) because he interrupted my blog hit, and you just can’t interrupt an addict when she’s getting her fix, right?

I guess what I’m trying to say is….

I’m not worthy.  I bow to your Blogness. 

You all are fabulous, and talented, and hilarious, and beautiful, and please keep posting because I really don’t want to pay any attention to my husband or my kids, or clean my house, or pay my bills, or do anything but read your blogs. 

 

Thanks for the welcoming me into this world where I’m completely overwhelmed but totally humbled to be in your presence. 

Please, introduce me to the blogs you follow, so I can continue to get my fix.  Although, I don’t see myself building up a tolerance to any of these I already follow.  What do you like?  Did you have Blogxiety when you started, too?  What inspires your posts?

 

 

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