The Adventures of Being Me

Once upon a time I had a best friend. Actually had more than one in my past, but I am referring to the last one who refuses to speak to me. My last best friend was a he. He was my hero. Many would say I never meant anything to him and certainly mean nothing to him now. I beg to differ. I know things others do not. 1. He was a people pleaser so he said one thing to me, another thing to his gal friends, and yet another thing to his guy friends. So I learned to believe his actions. 2. One of his actions was tricking me into kissing him on the lips in the 6th grade. Someone once laughed how he must have been dared to do it since nobody is capable of loving me. Sorry, but we didn't tell anybody until days later when his guy friends noticed I was looking at him funny and he admitted to his guy friends he kissed me. He also knew who my first kiss was that I told nobody but him (best friend was my 2nd kiss) 3. He got suspended from school after a fist fight defending me. Some kid wa...

It has finally happened. After 6 long years in part-time and temporary job hell, and after 6 months of working so hard to learn my current temp position, my manager stopped by desk to announce they are in the process of switching me to full time employee. I told her she made my day. 6 years ago I long my good job at a airport car rental and now I'm back were I was. I'm so happy to be standing on my feet again. Get to call my Mom to tell her she can tell her friends her daughter is an official auditor. Relief.

Reading much about people's friends, dearest friends, and best friends make me remember my childhood and high school friends. If any communicate with me it's through social media, I read their posts and they read mine (never see each other face to face). But most won't have anything to do with me (and none of my former boyfriends who are happily married will accept a friend request either). Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I hold no grudge against them (my mother was hard to handle listening on conversations on the phone extension and intercom). I wish them well and just want them to be happy, even if I play no part in their lives. I no longer have the shyness or quirks I used to have (which I shed once I got away from parental control). It would be nice to have a best friend again, if nothing else to have someone to talk to that is not covered in fur. Ok, I'm done feeling sorry for myself. Post later.

Well, midsummer is here. Had a lovely 4th of July with my sister's family. Our mother spent the day doing my sister's laundry. Sister said her husband and kids can do that, but Mom needed to help her daughter. My sister had foot surgery and can't walk for a while. During fireworks, my sister stayed in the car. Mom was disappointed my sister never asked her to come over and help her like she did after her hip surgery. My sister did call me coming home from the hospital to come over to feed her kids dinner. I didn't feel like driving 30 minutes in rush hour traffic just to feel her kids who are old enough to heat their own microwave dinner, sister can order a pizza. But it turns out, our other sister staying at a nearby hotel for job training took the kids out for fast food. Got a lecture from my diabetic niece for having an unhealthy angel food cake for a midafternoon snack. Yeah, I brought this angel food cake with red, white, and blue icing to eat so I am eating it. ...