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Former Friends

My BFF before kindergarten lived up the street, but she moved on to another school and we lost touch.  It was sad.  My life has been punctuated with tons of BFFs but none have withstood the last F. 

(Please don't judge me too harshly,) yesterday I saw 5 minutes of the Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie show where they made up.  For TV the scenario went something like this: 

     Momma Hilton (to Paris):  Do you know what today is? 

     Paris:  Tuesday?

     Momma:  It's Nicole's birthday.  Don't you want to call her?

     Paris:  It's been almost two years.  [Momma smiles knowingly.]

                      Move to Nicole poolside with new BF.  [Phone rings.]

     Nicole [looks at phone and smiles, surprised]: Hello?

                         [Mindless talk ensures and a lunch date is set.]

I don't ever see myself in the Paris calling role.  When friends do enough jerky things that I don't want to talk to them anymore, they then become former friends.  Simple as that. 

Am I missing out?

I'm at an age now where there are too few years left to establish a new BFF, and all the good ones are taken (rats, that means I'm a "bad" one.) 

Having a husband is great but he's nothing like a BFF.  For example, he doesn't shop like a BFF.  Lowe's is not DSW.  He thinks quality time is spent in the same room without uttering a word for hours.  My particular husband, responds to questions like, "Do you want to do out to dinner?"  With, "We should, don't you think?"  EEEEEKKKKK!  It drives me insane.  And this is why I have separated myself from all BFFs, I have little tolerance. 

My sister doesn't forgive, especially family.  It's one of the qualities she is most proud of.  She's still mad at our father because in 1974, she and he were hurt when he realized she was a tomboy who wasn't going to grow into a boy.  That's how deep her unforgiving nature goes and mine is similarly intense.  I fear that both of us are losing out on great experiences because of a lack of tolerance.

What spurred this entry was a sickly hello from a co-worker who was a former work friend.  Most people you work with are co-workers.  Some people are work friends.  And some become friends (for however long, that depends.)  This particular former work friend got some sort of bug up some sort of part of herself and (I better not say anymore).  I'm still wondering why she said Hello this morning.

Rosey is Put to Task

I'm not recalling the phrasing exactly, and I should.  When Lydia wantonly runs away with Mr. Wickham, Mr. Bennett decrees that Kitty Bennett will experience the full brunt of his care and after 10 years or so she'll be put to task and may be let out of the house. 

We'll our little Rosey is being put to task.  She was staying with "family" during our vacation, with my sister and my Mom's dog.  Let's just say that Pkin runs a slightly tighter ship when compared to the guest accommodations.  I'm sure there was sleeping on furniture and the like during our sojourn to Alaska.  When we got back Rosey seemed to settle back to the world of floor resting places and other Pkin rules, until she found the reindeer jerky.

Pkin's last piece of reindeer jerky was missing and the wrapper was in the backyard.  We didn't need to call CSI.

Now Rosey is not allowed treats and she is only fed dog food.  She can't even have a doggy bone.  I'm getting tired of it.  Who will eat my pizza crust?  When I drop a cashew on the floor I have to pick it up!  It's insane.  Rosey hasn't a clue about the reindeer treat.  If you want to get technical, Pkin probably should have not left it in his laptop case on the floor.  Just thinking.

Torture of the Heel

Why are women's shoes so high?  The genetic shift to bigger must only be affecting men so women need to wear tall shoes to keep up the current height differential.  This is the only explanation that I can think of that is even remotely plausible.

Every season I buy higher and higher shoes and long for at least one pair of comfy, sensible height shoes I can wear during my stand up days.  I've got slightly long legs which means that most of my pants are high water Wadsworth's.  The few pairs of longer pants I own are actually hemmed to wear with 3 inch heels.  The shoe was designed with a less high 2.5 inch height, when it was a freaking size 7, but at a size 9, the proportions call for 3 inches of faux stacked wood encasing a steel core.  The steel core, by the way, always sets off metal detectors.

I have found low heeled shoes, they do not fit my feet well and they cost tons of dollars.  Oh, and they look awful.  It's a conspiracy aimed at separating me from my cash or pushing me to osteoporosis and a dowager's hump by the time I'm 50.

V- and E- Mail Etiquette

1. You shouldn't have to respond to any unsolicited messages. 
2. All voice-mail systems should have the same key codes.  Pound, the number sign or # should be the universal skip the long intro outgoing message.
3. Do not respond with a "Thank You" to every frigging message you receive.
4. Try not to sound like a prig when you are disagreeing or making a suggestion in either a phone or email message.
5. Keep your smiley faces to yourself, along with the god bless yous.  I really don't think you're asking for Shiva's indulgence.