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Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need
Today’s Daily Prompt:
Finish this sentence: “My closest friend is…”
Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIENDSHIP.

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography
My closest friend is my little sister.
I was 19 months old when she ruined my title of “only child,” so I spent much of my childhood trying to pay her back.
I cut her Barbie dolls’ hair and ripped their heads off.
I pushed her off her bed, and I scared her by telling her there were ghosts in her room.
I made her take the first bites of mud pie.
I always made her be the dad when we played house.
I ripped her favorite baby doll’s arm off.
We fought, we played, and we fought some more.
I told her that her boyfriends sucked, and she told me that mine did.
I covered for her the first time she got drunk so that Mom wouldn’t kill her.
Then I had babies, and she suddenly turned into the best aunt in the whole world.
During my darkest times, she was the only one who was there for me.
If I needed money, she was there.
If I needed a babysitter, she was there.
If I needed a dance partner, she was there. Well, in the cage, but there nonetheless.
Then the day came that she was no longer mine, but her new husband’s.
And I bawled my eyes out.

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography
She wasn’t a little girl anymore, but a beautiful young woman.
My comfort comes in knowing that there’s never anyone who can take her place.
We’ll always have our inside jokes and silly stories from growing up.
She’ll always have a very special place deep inside my heart.
And my only solace comes from knowing that she’ll always be my closest friend…
And My Little Sister.

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography
“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school…” ~ Muhammad Ali
As promised, today’s post will be much more lighthearted than yesterday’s. But true, all the same…
Last night, I found myself in a position to teach Gerald (the teenager) a very valuable life lesson.
Here’s how it went down:
Gerald: “Mom, Megan and Chase broke up again, and they are so mad at each other.”
Me: “Really – what happened this time?”
Gerald: “They’re just talking about each other to everyone else. They both talk trash about the other one to all our friends.”
Me: “What do you say since you’re friends with both of them? Or do you just listen and not really say anything?”
Gerald: “I say, ‘I know, right.’” [Hee hee]
Me: “Gerald! You can’t do that! That’s throwing fuel on the fire!”
Gerald: “I know, but it is kind of funny!”
Me: “It’s mean. You should tell them both to just get back together or get over each other and move on. They’re both gonna’ get their feelings hurt if they keep spreading rumors about each other.”
Gerald: “I know, but I’m kind of on her side.”
Me: “No, no, no…!!! I’m about to teach you a very valuable life lesson that you need to remember until the day you get married.”
Gerald: [listening intently] “Okay, what is it?”
***Drum roll, please…***
Me: “Bros before hoes, man. Bros before hoes.”
Gerald: [amazing look of wonderment on his face] “Hmm, okay. Thanks, Mom.”
And that, folks, makes me….

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That’s right – – I’m officially the WORLD’S OKAYEST MOM!!!

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“I hate you. You’re crazy. One minute you’re cool, the next minute you’re throwing pointy objects at my head…” ~L.M.N.
Ah, young love… Do you remember those days? I remember the days when boys were gross, and I used to chase them around the playground.
My mom used to tell me that meant I had a crush on one of those boys. What?! No way! She was nuts! Of course, as I grew up, I realized that she was exactly right. I mean, how else are you supposed to show a boy that you like him, besides chasing him around and pushing him down when you finally catch him??? Well, I’ll tell you what – It’s quite an eye-opening experience when you finally get to see your kid reach those days. There’s a girl in Ronald’s class, who also happens to live in our neighborhood, who thinks “Ronald is gross.” [Read: “Ronald is cute.”] How do I know this, you ask? Well, I’m glad you asked. For one, every day when Ronald gets home from school, he updates me on the latest number of times that Kayla pulled his hair in class and on the bus. (Remember, he’s got the mean ‘fro going on…) Then, he tells me all about how while he was riding his bike, she chased him around the neighborhood throwing pine cones at him. Today, my sister and I watched first hand as she showered him with pink flower petals as he rode by. Then she proceeded to pick up handfuls of pine straw and attempt to cover him in it. She never misses a chance to tell me about all the “gross” things Ronald does. He keeps telling me how annoying she is, and when I tell him that it’s just her way of showing him that she likes him, he responds with, “Eww, Mom. That’s gross. Plus, she’s mean to me. There’s no way she likes me.” Ha! Little does he know that she goes home after school and doodles her first name right alongside his last name. She’s already picked out her wedding dress for that glorious day ten years from now that she gets to marry MY son! [Over my dead body, by the way…] It’s so funny to me now to see that the way we females show boys that we like them is by doing the meanest things we can think of to them. What… you want me to be NICE to the boy I like? Yeah right! Hmm… I guess some things will never change, huh? 😉
“No doubt exists that all women are crazy; it’s only a question of degree.” ~W. C. Fields
THANK GOD FOR BOYS… I cannot say that enough! I love how males can hate each other one minute and then be best friends the next. Gerald and Ronald can be beating the crap out of each other and literally stop in the middle of their World War 3 to go outside and throw the baseball or football back and forth to each other. We females, on the other hand, looooove drama. And holding grudges. It seems like women’s love for drama doesn’t improve with age, either. For example, I have an acquaintance [I’m using that term very loosely] who is almost as old as I am, and I really believe that she loves conflict. She’s one of those women who smiles in your face and tells you what a great friend you are and then tells her other “friends” behind your back all of the terrible things about you (that may not even be remotely true). I’ve racked my brain trying to figure out why the heck women do this, and the only conclusion I can draw is that their self-esteem is so low that the only way they can feel better about themselves is to bring others down. Why do we, as women, automatically try to make ourselves look better at someone else’s expense? Why can’t we do like my boys and just talk about how awesome we are?! Men pride themselves on having a giant penis… Why can’t we be that simplistic and pride ourselves on having big hair or a big mouth or making the world’s best cookies??? Why do women have to make everything a rivalry? Again, any rivalry between Gerald and Ronald usually consists of one good sucker punch while the other isn’t looking, and then they’re back to being best buds again. I watch them as they’re getting older, and their rivalries are seeming to get smaller. That’s freakin’ awesome! I wish I could say the same for some of the women with whom I’m “friends.” Why can’t we just BOTH be awesome?! Okay… rant over.