Dreams are weird . . .

I swear - two nights ago I dreamt that I was on the phone talking to a friend of mine who in reality, quit talking to me last September. I truly don't know why she quit talking to me 'cause she wouldn't tell me. I was really hurt w/her initially, but now I'm mostly just confused w/her behavior. Anyway, I came in to work today and sitting in my email box was one from her asking if I wanted to talk, and would I call her. Of course I wrote and said I did, and would. I'm just not into placing blame and harboring ill feelings, so hopefully I'll finally find out what the deal was. I have some amazing friends, which I should go ahead and start writing about now since I'm on the subject. Is it weird to have different sets of friends?

My first set of friends are my high school friends - Vic-pooh, Gebes and Fag (they are the other toes in my pic on this blog site). I consider them my soul mates (I don't think it has to be the opposite sex). They know everything about me - from my highest high to my lowest low! I adore them and they me. Also, our kids are all best friends - and I don't mean just acquaintances, they love each other as much as we love each other.

Lets start w/Vic-pooh (Vic) . . . she's our cheerleader. Anytime you need encouraging, she's the one to go to, to get affirmation. When we first met, I hated her. She denies it, but she was flirting w/my cousin’s boyfriend at the time. We ended up in the same math class our junior year and have been the closest of friends since. We even got kicked out of that class one day when we could not stop laughing at something random - the teacher (turtle butt was our nickname for him) didn't appreciate the minutes of snickering that couldn't be contained. I love her. We'd be perfect for each other if we were into that sort of thing. Of course, we just don't have the parts that each other likes :). Too bad 'cause she's a catch - something her ex never figured out.

Gebes (Gina) . . . she's the sensible one - in a Lucy sort of way (as in I love Lucy). If you want total honesty, no holds barred, she's the one you go to. She tells it like it is and sometimes it hurts - she doesn't try to hurt you, but the honesty is brutal nonetheless. She's my cousin that I talked about in a previous post, so she's like another sister. We're blood - nothing stronger than that. We've had a love affair since we've been in the womb. So she's sensible, but oh my gosh she does some dumb ass stuff. Once she called and said she was in the store w/two different pair of shoes on. Typical Gebes.

Karen (the Fag) . . . she's our comedian. You want/need to laugh, Fag's your girl (except when her husband and daughter are running a 102 degree temp.). No one has ever made me laugh as hard and as much as her. Dry shit, that many times only I get if we're in a larger group. She has a comeback to anything you say to her - and forget it if you do something stupid (she'll remember it at the next gathering) and make sure to bring it up at the appropriate time. Last month it was Vic's turn at the Fag wheel. Oh man did we laugh at her expense. I won't go into detail, but I believe the subject of a lymphoma came up a lot! Karen lived across the street from Gina and so by default, I became friends w/her also. Plus we were on drill team together our junior and senior year.

I have so many crazy stories about these wonderful women, but I've written enough for now. Next, I'll write about my "Vegas" girls . . .