Currently Reading: Picture Perfect was wonderful! It only slightly mirrors my own paranormal story, so it gave me hope that when I do finally finish mine, the premise CAN be plausible:) Also finished Desiree Holt's Eagle's Run and Cindy Spencer Pape's Eagle's Redemption. WOW! All three of these are Recommended Reads from me:) Print-wise, I finished Nora Roberts' Heaven and Earth and now I want to read the other two in this series. Opened up Regina Carlysle's Eagle Refuge and am about halfway through JD Robb's Reunion In Death, which is only my 2nd Eve Dallas story. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy the scenes with Eve and Roarke:)
Edit Update: As I mentioned yesterday, Steve's death hit me harder than I thought. I'm finally getting back on track, and finding my motivation. I'm currently on page 64, and still have to add 3 pages to Ch. 4. Slow internet last weekend, plus no motivation, really hindered me this week. But with the help of crit partner BC Brown, I was able to knock out ten pages:)
Who was your first friend? Do you remember all the stupid stuff you did together? Are you still friends today? If not, do you remember why? And what kind of friend are you to others?
The first (girl) friend I remember is Kim. She lived just down the street from me, and was closest to my age. She was the youngest of three; I was the oldest of two. We'd listen to her sisters' records, play Barbies, or pretend we were practicing for the circus on her jungle gym. I swam in her pool in the summer; we rode bikes together; and our parents threatened to take down our swing sets/jungle gym when we got the idea to perform our antics on the very TOP bars, and got hung up on the screws. Our dads rescued us at least twice, plus we ripped many shirts before that threat was issued.
Why did we stop being friends? I can trace it back to when I was in the 4th grade and she in 3rd. I think she realized I wasn't a 'cool kid' in my grade, and she wanted to hang out with the 'cool kids' in hers. And it really came to a head three years later when she asked me NOT to choose her for the 6th grade tour of the middle school when I was in the 7th grade. Fine; I chose two other 'un-cool' 6th graders I liked, and the three of us had a good time. I don't even remember speaking to Kim after that.
The few girls I reached out for friendship in my own grade rejected me or made fun of me behind my back. My best friend in the 5th grade moved, and we didn't reconnect until after my senior year of HS. The few female friends I had in HS either went to other schools or were a year ahead or behind in school. My BFF was male, though we went through a 'love-hate' relationship for about six months, when he stopped listening to his friends' lies about me. We realized neither one of us would judge the other, though we did reserve the right to (loudly) voice our opinion of the other's 'stupid' actions: Me taking back my on-again/off-again boyfriend; him for taking the Head Cheerleader to the prom instead of me, lol!
In college, I met my first female BFF. Something 'just told me' we would end up being good friends when we spoke for 2 hours on the phone. Took her seven months to realize it, lol, but she's my best friend in the whole world and I love her dearly. We tried to have our girls at the same time, but my 'firecracker' popped out 3 weeks early, while hers 'cooked' for two extra weeks. Both girls graduated this past year, and are on two entirely different tracks: Hers is headed to Indiana State University, to possibly go into Occupational Therapy while my baby girl is now a single mom. I'm hoping she decides to continue her childhood dream of being a Vet Tech. She's not that great with people, but outstanding with animals!
Even in my adult life, I have many acquaintances, and a few close friends. I learned the hard way not to open up too fast, because you might get burned. My current BFFs in town are just now hearing stories I've watered down in the past 4 years, because of trust issues. And you know what? They still love me, even though one is about to move across the country. But what I learned seven years ago when I moved away from my friends in Morgan County was that with Face Book, we can still keep in touch. Plus, with unlimited calling on cell phones, there's no longer the need to limit a call to 10 minutes or huge phone bills and angry spouses yelling 'You talked to her for HOW LONG/HOW MANY TIMES?'
Ahhh yes....the good ole days....NOT!
I digress. The point of all this rambling? Though it takes me a while to warm up to people or open up (I would probably be one of the 1st to be voted off Survivor or else fly under the radar and be the 1st on the jury, if I could stand it that long, lol!), if you become my friend, you've got a friend for life. I can tolerate an amazing amount of conflicting values and opinions as long as you don't try to force your beliefs down my throat. I'll usually give 2nd chances, or even 3rds, but too often and I'll hold you at arm's length.
I am the keeper of secrets; the one who will cheer you up when you're down; the one who'll comfort you in pain. If I disagree with a choice you make, I may yell at you one minute, then hug you the next. After all, it's YOUR life, not mine.
So I ask you again: What kind of friend are you?