Girlfriends
I owe a lot to a lot of women friends, either disabled or temporarily able-bodied. I said awhile back they'd get a post of their own, and so it is...it'll be fragmented and not my best, since I'm still fighting a fever, but WTF....this is a blog afterall.
Tiffany, someone who never had the beautyqueen looks her name evokes...but steadfast, loyal and silly as a sister. Since I never had a sister I was lucky...She was one of those people who had a terrible life, but believed the best of everyone. She'd rather smile than pout, rather laugh than cry, and rather praise than criticize.
Too trusting, it cost her big. I miss her.
Michele-from-Florida...we've just reconnected. I think I need to remind her that I'm not thirteen and she's not Two Years Older So She Must Know Everything.
Melanie...
Me, in a thoroughly ridiculous puddle of adolecsent self loathing. "Why don't people like me?" I was ready for a long dissection of my flaws and a reasoned discussion of what to do about them. She said:
"Frankly, it's your breath." I burst out in a howl of laughter and chased her around the house.
We pierced ears, against parental decree. She got past my guard and got me to be social, to go out, to connect with a larger circle and trust that they were't all going to point and stare. Parties, concerts...we sang together, wrote poems together. We lost touch, and to be fair, I haven't taken up opportunities to reconnect. My male friends don't understand why. It's okay that they don't. I think if an opportunity presented itself, I might now.
B+T
College, new singing partners,too much alcohol, not enough time. Acting, singing, writing, late night wackiness. A blog entry doesn't cover it. Period. If you weren't there, your loss. Magical stuff. B + T continued the process of letting me trust that being *myself* was enough. One, I am in connection with still. (she seems to intrinsically *get* when it counts, when we need to be talking, and so, we do.) The other, I don't know. If she called or wrote I'd be glad to do the same. But even just hanging with her then instead of now is cool too.
Marty.
Former friend and yes I'm shallow enough to put the following right out here:
You owe me 3,500.00. You'll never pay it. But from you I learned a good lesson. Don't believe them when they only come around and chat *after* the settlement check hits. I appreciate the learning experience.
Micki-originally from Colorado : She is the role model I wish I would have known when I was 23. She's incredibly fit, and has cerebral palsy, a tiny, toned funny flirt. Her work and social life keep her busy, and I wish her nothing but well.
Marta. A like signed and emotionally like minded person. Someone who knows that sometimes the only way to handle those who oppose you is with fanatically good research, brilliant use of language, and mocking humor as the weapon of choice.
Joanne. I wondered when I met her why her asthma was so lousy Her back and asthma had put her on disability. I explained insurance. I wondered why she wasn't working. In the late nineties it wasn't hard to get or keep work and she was determined if naieve about re-entering the work force. I was good at working then and we discussed how to do that. She got several jobs, kept the last one and went on to be amazing at it. I found I couldn't live alone anymore, and asked her if she'd split expenses. She has, and has taken on several de-facto PCA functions. When the Offical Disabled Papers came through, she figured she'd still split expenses.
Thanks, I couldn't still be out and about without it...even though I hate owing a great measure of my continued independence to anyone.
The aforementioned women friends have supported me *more* than the stupid crutches. And they look better in pictures too. Thanks for the fun and the lessons.
Tiffany, someone who never had the beautyqueen looks her name evokes...but steadfast, loyal and silly as a sister. Since I never had a sister I was lucky...She was one of those people who had a terrible life, but believed the best of everyone. She'd rather smile than pout, rather laugh than cry, and rather praise than criticize.
Too trusting, it cost her big. I miss her.
Michele-from-Florida...we've just reconnected. I think I need to remind her that I'm not thirteen and she's not Two Years Older So She Must Know Everything.
Melanie...
Me, in a thoroughly ridiculous puddle of adolecsent self loathing. "Why don't people like me?" I was ready for a long dissection of my flaws and a reasoned discussion of what to do about them. She said:
"Frankly, it's your breath." I burst out in a howl of laughter and chased her around the house.
We pierced ears, against parental decree. She got past my guard and got me to be social, to go out, to connect with a larger circle and trust that they were't all going to point and stare. Parties, concerts...we sang together, wrote poems together. We lost touch, and to be fair, I haven't taken up opportunities to reconnect. My male friends don't understand why. It's okay that they don't. I think if an opportunity presented itself, I might now.
B+T
College, new singing partners,too much alcohol, not enough time. Acting, singing, writing, late night wackiness. A blog entry doesn't cover it. Period. If you weren't there, your loss. Magical stuff. B + T continued the process of letting me trust that being *myself* was enough. One, I am in connection with still. (she seems to intrinsically *get* when it counts, when we need to be talking, and so, we do.) The other, I don't know. If she called or wrote I'd be glad to do the same. But even just hanging with her then instead of now is cool too.
Marty.
Former friend and yes I'm shallow enough to put the following right out here:
You owe me 3,500.00. You'll never pay it. But from you I learned a good lesson. Don't believe them when they only come around and chat *after* the settlement check hits. I appreciate the learning experience.
Micki-originally from Colorado : She is the role model I wish I would have known when I was 23. She's incredibly fit, and has cerebral palsy, a tiny, toned funny flirt. Her work and social life keep her busy, and I wish her nothing but well.
Marta. A like signed and emotionally like minded person. Someone who knows that sometimes the only way to handle those who oppose you is with fanatically good research, brilliant use of language, and mocking humor as the weapon of choice.
Joanne. I wondered when I met her why her asthma was so lousy Her back and asthma had put her on disability. I explained insurance. I wondered why she wasn't working. In the late nineties it wasn't hard to get or keep work and she was determined if naieve about re-entering the work force. I was good at working then and we discussed how to do that. She got several jobs, kept the last one and went on to be amazing at it. I found I couldn't live alone anymore, and asked her if she'd split expenses. She has, and has taken on several de-facto PCA functions. When the Offical Disabled Papers came through, she figured she'd still split expenses.
Thanks, I couldn't still be out and about without it...even though I hate owing a great measure of my continued independence to anyone.
The aforementioned women friends have supported me *more* than the stupid crutches. And they look better in pictures too. Thanks for the fun and the lessons.
posted by imfunnytoo at 9:42 PM
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Thanks. I probably owe you money too, but you're going to have to get in line. Did you hear that K. and A. got married? That's about as weird as if R. and I wound up hitched...or you and D.H.!
Speaking of, R. has had an unexpectedly tough life, and not in the ways that we might have anticipated (violence, alcohol) but more in the "me and my family have appeared on Oprah" line. Yes, really. Google his name for the full scoop.
Actually, you dont owe me money :) And, I don't keep those tabs on folks. Just the ones that are large amounts, *draw up a legal agreement and a repayment schedule* and then dissapear so well paid searches don't pull them up. Sigh. It's my own fault.
I'll go Google R.
D.H. Good Gawd. I haven't thought of that in decades.
Oh, and BTW...My friend P found this post good but whined for a post about the 'guys.' Attention junkie. I directed him to the very post, written in early April titled, "My Knights."
I didn't write about B, or my widowhood merrygoround. P thinks I need to write about the parents. Not for a good while.
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