Best Friends
In visiting other blogs I read one that asked what makes a best friend, a best friend. I have many really good friends that would do anything for me and never question my motives; friends who have gone above and beyond to help me out with things that I could never ask them for but offered up their services, and advise free of charge. But aside from my daughter and husband, who I consider my best friends, is there a best friend, friend, who is mad when you're mad and happy when you're happy, go to the mat, give their all, risk their life for you? Yes.
WORD HISTORY:(dictionary)
A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amcus "friend" and am "I love" is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos "friend" and phile "I love."
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
Thesaurus;A person whom one knows well, likes, and trusts: amigo, brother, chum, confidant, confidante, familiar, intimate, mate, pal. Informal: bud, buddy. Slang: sidekick.
My friend is all of these. I want to tell you about her. She is kind, mean, loving, hateful, funny, serious, she is like me but nothing like me. We always have laughed and said together we have one good brain. We have been in pickles and scrapes and had crying jags, and consoled each other. We have raised kids at the same time. Had problems with family at the same time. I tell her everything and she tells me everything. She solves my problems and I solve hers. We usually call each other once or twice a week but it has been a couple of months at a time that we have not talked and picked up right where we left off. I am the only one she knows that won't call her after seven because I know she watches and tapes her shows in the evenings and that is her "Don't Bother Me Time". I am the only one she knows that never breaks this rule out of respect for her. (Unless there is an emergency,haha) She is infuriating at times because when we go on a trip she has to take a box fan or she can't sleep. She has to take a coffee maker. By the time we get all her paraphanalia in the car there is no room for us. I learned to pack one bag and take a pm pill to conserve space in the car for extra shopping bags. One time we were on the highway and we had been out of town looking at tag sales and junk shops and the car was full up to the roof. Those old stereo speakers she bought her son were freakin' huge. I looked in the rear view and the back hatch was open so we backed down the highway a bit to make sure we hadn't lost anything. Her sheets have to be tight. She doesn't eat in the morning so has to have lunch at around eleven a.m. and then only wants to eat at a buffet because she gets more for her money. I detest buffet's. Our political affiliations are totally opposite. Her week is structured, mine is never the same. She is a whiz at math and finances, I suck at these. She is a do-it-your-selfer and so am I. She never used her cosmotology liscense. I made a career of mine. In fact that is where I met her, beauty school, she was gorgeous! Tall, slim, long ash brown hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She was two years younger than I was and had her own friends, so we didn't even do much more than know who each other was. Then years later, approximately 13, not long after she had her third son and I had my daughter we met again. And it was just like we had been friends forever. I guess part of that was we had so many friends in common in school, plus as all you mothers know, having kids really makes you humble, and is a common bond for most women. When we are together people have told us that we are having way too much fun and most times ask us if we are sisters. I always tell them no, we never got along as well with our sisters and we do with each other. She says there was a mistake in the hospital and she was supposed to be my sister. I have a sister two years younger and she says she and my sister got switched. But that is scary is it not? You have known this person so long that you begin to look and sound like them? I have heard about this phenomenon with a life mate but never a girlfriend. I was really mad at someone and she told me, "I don't like them either, but you know when you're not mad at them any more I will go back to liking them when you do." That is what I call a real friend.
We took our kids trick-or-treating together, and drank margaritas all through the neighborhood. Her sister was at a party one time and called her and said come and she said I was with her. Her sister said bring her but it is a hat party, you have to wear a hat. Now you have to understand this is the big bang, tons of makeup, dress up and disco till you drop era. We didn't have hats. So we went to the drugstore and got 99 cent shower caps and wore our old jeans. We were the hit of the party. Who said you had to spend money to have fun? Then there was the time we dressed up and went to the disco, and drove my husbands classic white convertible. We had one drink because at this time we just wanted to go and say we had done something. We both had husbands and kids, we just wanted to get some air so to speak. We came out and the car was gone. We hadn't seen that tiny little your vehicle will be towed sign when the front end of that big old car was bumped up on it, scraping it. Fortunately for me, my husband was out of town. We had to call her husband, and he was so mad because by the time he got there it was pretty late. He brought this little tiny truck and we had to sit on each others lap. He took me to the tow yard that was about to close and gave me the money to get the car out of lockup. I worked up some tears on the way over there but unfortunately they had no affect on him. I have never seen him so mad before of since. But we actually were laughing and all the way over there she was poking me in the ribs. I wore my blouse wrong side out one day and it was late afternoon before she caught it and told me. We are still laughing about that one. We love to go junkin' and she walked out of a little shop and just flat busted her ass on the sidewalk. I laughed till I cried. I seem to do a lot of that with her. And you know they say laughter is the best medicine. I really do think it is healing and that is why we are drawn to each other. With her things that aren't funny are funny. I have always been kind of a glass is half empty sort of person and so has she but the longer we know each other the more I am becoming the glass is half full sort of person and I think I owe a lot of that to her. If you're reading this best friend, I love you for what you have brought into my life.
WORD HISTORY:(dictionary)
A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amcus "friend" and am "I love" is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos "friend" and phile "I love."
A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
Thesaurus;A person whom one knows well, likes, and trusts: amigo, brother, chum, confidant, confidante, familiar, intimate, mate, pal. Informal: bud, buddy. Slang: sidekick.
My friend is all of these. I want to tell you about her. She is kind, mean, loving, hateful, funny, serious, she is like me but nothing like me. We always have laughed and said together we have one good brain. We have been in pickles and scrapes and had crying jags, and consoled each other. We have raised kids at the same time. Had problems with family at the same time. I tell her everything and she tells me everything. She solves my problems and I solve hers. We usually call each other once or twice a week but it has been a couple of months at a time that we have not talked and picked up right where we left off. I am the only one she knows that won't call her after seven because I know she watches and tapes her shows in the evenings and that is her "Don't Bother Me Time". I am the only one she knows that never breaks this rule out of respect for her. (Unless there is an emergency,haha) She is infuriating at times because when we go on a trip she has to take a box fan or she can't sleep. She has to take a coffee maker. By the time we get all her paraphanalia in the car there is no room for us. I learned to pack one bag and take a pm pill to conserve space in the car for extra shopping bags. One time we were on the highway and we had been out of town looking at tag sales and junk shops and the car was full up to the roof. Those old stereo speakers she bought her son were freakin' huge. I looked in the rear view and the back hatch was open so we backed down the highway a bit to make sure we hadn't lost anything. Her sheets have to be tight. She doesn't eat in the morning so has to have lunch at around eleven a.m. and then only wants to eat at a buffet because she gets more for her money. I detest buffet's. Our political affiliations are totally opposite. Her week is structured, mine is never the same. She is a whiz at math and finances, I suck at these. She is a do-it-your-selfer and so am I. She never used her cosmotology liscense. I made a career of mine. In fact that is where I met her, beauty school, she was gorgeous! Tall, slim, long ash brown hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She was two years younger than I was and had her own friends, so we didn't even do much more than know who each other was. Then years later, approximately 13, not long after she had her third son and I had my daughter we met again. And it was just like we had been friends forever. I guess part of that was we had so many friends in common in school, plus as all you mothers know, having kids really makes you humble, and is a common bond for most women. When we are together people have told us that we are having way too much fun and most times ask us if we are sisters. I always tell them no, we never got along as well with our sisters and we do with each other. She says there was a mistake in the hospital and she was supposed to be my sister. I have a sister two years younger and she says she and my sister got switched. But that is scary is it not? You have known this person so long that you begin to look and sound like them? I have heard about this phenomenon with a life mate but never a girlfriend. I was really mad at someone and she told me, "I don't like them either, but you know when you're not mad at them any more I will go back to liking them when you do." That is what I call a real friend.
We took our kids trick-or-treating together, and drank margaritas all through the neighborhood. Her sister was at a party one time and called her and said come and she said I was with her. Her sister said bring her but it is a hat party, you have to wear a hat. Now you have to understand this is the big bang, tons of makeup, dress up and disco till you drop era. We didn't have hats. So we went to the drugstore and got 99 cent shower caps and wore our old jeans. We were the hit of the party. Who said you had to spend money to have fun? Then there was the time we dressed up and went to the disco, and drove my husbands classic white convertible. We had one drink because at this time we just wanted to go and say we had done something. We both had husbands and kids, we just wanted to get some air so to speak. We came out and the car was gone. We hadn't seen that tiny little your vehicle will be towed sign when the front end of that big old car was bumped up on it, scraping it. Fortunately for me, my husband was out of town. We had to call her husband, and he was so mad because by the time he got there it was pretty late. He brought this little tiny truck and we had to sit on each others lap. He took me to the tow yard that was about to close and gave me the money to get the car out of lockup. I worked up some tears on the way over there but unfortunately they had no affect on him. I have never seen him so mad before of since. But we actually were laughing and all the way over there she was poking me in the ribs. I wore my blouse wrong side out one day and it was late afternoon before she caught it and told me. We are still laughing about that one. We love to go junkin' and she walked out of a little shop and just flat busted her ass on the sidewalk. I laughed till I cried. I seem to do a lot of that with her. And you know they say laughter is the best medicine. I really do think it is healing and that is why we are drawn to each other. With her things that aren't funny are funny. I have always been kind of a glass is half empty sort of person and so has she but the longer we know each other the more I am becoming the glass is half full sort of person and I think I owe a lot of that to her. If you're reading this best friend, I love you for what you have brought into my life.
