Sep 01

Friends, who needs ‘em? Me. You.

I am not sure when I noticed it.

I mean, we all have friends. They are our friends because we like something about them. I started noticing that the people I love the most all have a gift for laughter and fun made out of nothing. Anyone can have fun doing the extravagant stuff. Just having fun doing nothing takes great people.

Maybe it was at the beach, hearing Kyle laughing down on the deck from my bedroom upstairs. Maybe it was on the deck with Chelle and Rick, having a glass of wine and watching the sun go down. Maybe it was sitting on Kelly’s back porch laughing until my stomach hurt. Maybe it was playing dominoes while getting texts from Rocky talking about who he has gotten hickies from and sending him pictures of our night so he wouldn’t be lonesome under the stars down in Cali.

The people I love the most have a facility for taking regular day to day stuff and making it special. They smile and laugh easily. They are willing to be goofy. They draw elephants on your knees. They don’t let you take yourself too seriously because they know who you are.

The other night I was driving to the neighborhood hangout with the Doctor, and we were talking about how easy it is to have a good time. It doesn’t take much. You just have to notice how good everything is. Really, it’s one of those things that is both simple and easy.

And then tonight I was feeling a little blue after a great couple of days, and I kept thinking of stuff that is great. Stuff I am grateful about. Are there things that suck right now for me? Yes. Some of it is major. But there are still a lot of things to smile about.

So a list was indicated. Sort of a prescription, even if the Doctor didn’t order it.

In no particular order:
–People who help you learn things about yourself, even when it’s painful.
–Men with perfectly scruffy whiskers and smooth necks who don’t mind if you point out how perfectly scruffy they are to other people.
–the magic of a shared bottle of wine, or Jack.
–People who can tell the hell out of a story
–those people who will take an offhand remark and spin it into an ongoing joke that takes on a life of its own.
–People who will tell you how they feel even if they know you won’t like it.
–Brothers who let you bring all your crazy friends to their tailgaters.
–Parents who buy you yet another Duck t-shirt.
–People who just laugh if you throw underwear at them in public. Especially when they have a great laugh.
–People who make cookies just for you and put your name on them so no one can steal them.
–People who get angry on your behalf if someone is mean to you.
–People who cook dinner for you, and keep your glass full.
–Starry nights and Adirondack chairs.
–Clean sheets and a night cool enough to snuggle into warm covers.
–Snuggling.
–Surprise visits from someone you love. Or even someone you like.
–Planned visits.

Aug 31

If it’s Sunday, I probably went to a football game yesterday

You know there are some gimmes:

There were probably hijinks at the tailgater.
There were probably awesome people.
There was probably collateral liver damage.
We probably had a really great time.

OK. We did. We had a great time.

And.

And.

This is important: i wore a white shirt to the game, and when I got home it was still white. There were no stains on it at all.

It’s a tailgating miracle!

Seriously. I am incapable of wearing white. If I do, I don’t even make it out of the house without spilling coffee on my shirt.

There were an unusually high number of pictures I have been forbidden to post. Interestingly, those picture were mostly taken while people were sober. Sober-ish. So, no pictures of nudity or tongues will be on the blog. Yes.. It’s a sad lack.

What is even sadder is that I kept my tongue to myself completely.

Aside from that,though, it was a very good day with very good people.

Damn. I left my cookies in Ken’s truck. I will never see them again, will I?

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Aug 29

An imaginary conversation about imaginary football boyfriends

You know what?

No.

Do you want to?

Sure.

You don’t sound very enthusiastic about it!

Maybe I will warm up as the conversation progresses.

No pressure.

None.

OK.

So are you going to tell me?

What?

The thing you were starting to say.

Right. What was it?

Uh…

It’s not like it was a show stopper.

OK.

I was just wondering about something.

Should I be worried?

About what I might say? Always.

About whatever particular thing is on your beautiful mind right this minute?

You don’t ever worry about anything.

I try not to.

It kind of pisses me off. It would be more flattering if you worried sometimes.

Noted.

Creep.

Sorry.

That you’re a creep?

Do you really think I am a creep?

Are you worried about it?

Sigh.

What?

You are a very odd woman.

Thanks.

See? Most people don’t think that’s a compliment.

You didn’t mean it in a nice way? You sounded sort of admiring and impressed.

Right. Impressed. Exactly. I do like almost everything about you…

What don’t you like?

Never mind that. You had something to say which I am sure was very important.

Way to deflect!

How ’bout those Ducks!?

Oh! That’s what I was going to tell you!

What?

Devon Allen knows how to wiggle his ears.

The wide receiver?

Uh huh. He’s adorable, fast, can jump hurdles, catch a football AND wiggle his ears. He is definitely in the running to be my imaginary football boyfriend this year.

Good to know.

Well, since I don’t have a real boyfriend, I might be spending more time than usual on the selection.

I didn’t realize this was something that was important to you.

It is.

What does the position entail?

For the imaginary boyfriend?

Yeah.

Nothing. I might wear a jersey with his number on it. Mostly I cheer for them and refer to them as my imaginary football boyfriend at tailgaters.

I see. You don’t meet them and have a secret handshake or anything.

No, I wish! That would be cool. It’s all currently strictly imaginary.

Who else is in the running?

Chance Allen. I might pick both of the Allens.

Who else?

The other option is the offensive line.

All of them?

They never get any love, and I like Mooses as much as anyone.

When will you decide?

I need to decide before the first game!

Well. Get some rest. You don’t want to make such an important decision of you aren’t well rested.

Thanks for understanding.

You’re welcome.

Why are you shaking your head?

Go Ducks!

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