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Friends, Who needs them?

So who really needs friends.....
Can you imagine going through life without your favorite pal, buddy or friend for life hanging on your shoulder?

I used to be overflowing with friends that was until I got married. Who would have thought that getting married would end your relationship with your best friend. This wasn't any old friend, it was someone I went all through school with. We met in the first grade and we were unseparable, that was until I went and got married. She played the third wheel for a few months then just like that she was gone from my life. I tried getting together with her after a dream I had a few years back. I got her phone number from her mom who still lived in the area and gave her a call. It was apparent that she wasn't interested like I was and so nothing ever came from my trying to reconnect. I have know idea how she is doing are if she is happy with her life. This saddens me, this lost connection of life.

I remember when I was quite young it wasn't hard making friends with anybody, sex, race etc.....How come that changes when you get older? Who are we afraid of and better yet why?

I can still see the time when the new Mexican family moved in across the street from me. I was quite young and hadn't even started school yet. I kneeled, peeking through the white picket fence hoping to get glimpse into their lives. I wasn't shy when I was younger and I can't really remember but I bet you it was me that broke the barrier and introduced myself. My very first new friends name was Deanna but I called her DeeDee. She was so pretty, tall, skinny and beautiful long brown hair and a smile that brightened up the most dreary day. We became fast friends, best buds. Along with DeeDee came her older brother Bobby, younger brother and sister RayRay and Nancy. I was fast a part of their family and they ours. As we grew older our lives took different paths but we caught up again as adults and still see each other from time to time. I wish that we could go back to being little when I see her as I miss the intimacy that comes with a friendship like we had. But alas, our lives are so different now, she with grandkids and children still at home as well as a full time job. I relish the times we run into each other even if years seperate them. We will always be friends but best buds never more.

It's funny how I came to think of my lost friends today. I am trying to organize my stack of business cards and found DeeDee's amongst the stack. I turned the card over and low and behold there was her address and phone number. Should I call I ask myself, maybe not she is probably too busy. I haven't decided if I will call or not but it is nice knowing I have her number in case I do. It's kind of like a lifeline or sorts, a connection that leads back many years ago. The company she works for places an ad in the local paper everyweek in it are photos of the employees. I look at her picture and smile each and everytime. There is my friend DeeDee I say, my very first best friend. I love my friend, I hope she is happy with her life.

I chose this topic as of today I struggle to make friends. I always seem to be the one to do the persuing then nothing ever happens. Why can't somebody persue my friendship? Everybody needs friends but why is it so hard to find them. I have placed an ad on an Internet website seeking an ocassional day time friend. I received one response so far. I emailed her back but have yet to hear from her again. Here I go once again, putting out great effort for little return. Why do people treat each other with so little regard for each others feelings.

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Well who would have thought that I would join the Blog Craze. Looks like everyone is doing it so why not give it a shot.
Today is Sunday and just finished a lunch of bbq burgers and baked fries sitting in front of the TV watching the Nextel Cup race. My vote for champion is Mark Martin and he was leading before leaving the room to turn computer on. Not really into NASCAR as much as I used to but would gladly have it occupy our TV over football anyday. The day is gorgeous here in the SF Bay Area, a perfect day to view the Blue Angels and Red Bull airshow over in the city. Took our dogs (TheBoys) to Albany bayfront park yesterday in hopes of getting a glimpse of the air action from the East Bay but too hazy to see anything. Heard the thunderous roar of those magnificent jets though. Dogs had a great time romping and playing around in the water with numerous other carefree dog friends. After a couple of unexpected mishaps to us humans we leashed up and left with two very wet and bay stinky dogs. I was caught by an unexpected tide surge and the husband was ambushed by Big Boy George (our Golden Retriever) making him fall down on drift wood and having a rather large splinter enter his finger, ouch! As we were leaving I was tripped by an underground root in the sand and fell down flat on my face, how embarassing. Sure didn't anticipate that kind of abuse from a fun outing. Once home the dogs got rinsed off of the seaweed and sand but Curious George went in search of dirt to rub himself dry. He came bounding back to me looking rather sheepish covered head to toe with a thick layer of dirt. I couldn't help from laughing as I rinsed him off once again. This time dear husband toweled him dry to keep him clean. Our other dog is PUNK a rather rare breed, Snaggle Toothed Terrier. He is macho looking but a big scaredy kat. He doesn't swim like George, instead he likes to run up and down the sandy area with the other dogs and wade only so far out into the water before running back in. If I am throwing a stick for George to fetch PUNK waits until George gets to wading area then grabs the stick from George in hopes of a chase. Most times George hangs on and the two go running the distance of the shoreline with stick in each others mouth. This is PUNKS most favorite thing to do even though it ires George and I completely. I usually have to have many sticks on hand to keep both happy. They are yearning to go again today but dad is busy changing oil in the vehicles and pressure washing the scissor lift we are trying to sell. Anybody interested in a scissor lift???