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Posted: 01.02.2003
If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose
The best friends I've ever had in my life will tell me that I'm wrong. Often. Or being inconsiderate. Or being stupid. Or being outspoken. Or being an ass. Or wallowing in my own self-pity -- or banging my head against an uncrackable wall -- just a little too long. They've heard me laugh. Let me scream. And passed the tissues when I've cried. They note my faults and discuss them with me one-on-one, rather than putting them up on a message board or another blog for all to point and gawk at. They realize because I'm human, I can be just as hurt by labels and insults whether given face to face or behind the security of a monitor. I've never claimed that I'm perfect. But I do strive to be the same type of friend I want in return. And I can't tell you how thankful I am for my blog -- because all of the bullshit aside -- it's allowed me to meet these three women in person and call them a "a real friend".

Thank you.

For all that you have been,
when I couldn't be myself.
For the listening ears
When I could not speak.
For the time you donated,
When I was running out of it.

For the laughters you brought,
When there were tears in me.
For the courage you suggested,
When all I had was fear.
For the smile that you offered
When sadness invaded me.

For the goodness you showed,
When I saw only the worst.
For the comfort you gave,
When I was losing confidence.
For being a FRIEND,
When I wanted support.

For the prayers you've recited,
When I only see myself mourning.
When for being there,
When I couldn't find myself.
For everything,
When I have got nothing.

For simply being...my friend.
-Author Unknown

Starting a new year with great friends makes it worth getting up every day -- even when those days include the flu.

Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...

I love you because you're you. You don't pretend to be something your not. If you were like me, well, I don't know... sometimes I can't stand myself. ;o)

Love ya babe.

¤ ¤ credit: statia | 01.02.03 at 08:34 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

awww, i'm touched. that's an awesome post. i feel the same way, my blog has allowed me to meet some of the best people i know!!

¤ ¤ credit: yvonne | 01.02.03 at 09:25 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Ah, you have too many friends already. Shake a few loose. You don't need that Statia chick. I hear she's lazy and stays home from work a lot... and Yvonne? Sorry, dudette, but Yvonne's gonna get you into trouble one day... *snicker*

For those just joining the program, please, note that I think all of these people are the bees knees (except Statia).

¤ ¤ credit: Solonor | 01.02.03 at 09:33 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Robyn, that was beautiful. I think your friends are very lucky.

¤ ¤ credit: Zuly | 01.02.03 at 09:59 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

You're honest, forthright and unafraid to speak your mind. That gives you a leg up on all those mewly fuckboats any day of the week.

Hugs from both of us.

¤ ¤ credit: Sekimori | 01.02.03 at 10:16 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

i've been reading here a while (lurk lurk lurk, lol) but wanted to say, this was a beautiful post. you know who you are, and your true friends do, and that's the important thing. :) so keep on keepin' on and fuck the rest.

i'll go back to lurking now, lol. :)

¤ ¤ credit: Alex | 01.02.03 at 11:36 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Ouch dude. Why are you always pickin' on me so much? You start hitting me with hockey sticks and I'm going to slug you!

¤ ¤ credit: statia | 01.03.03 at 12:07 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

and why would you ever think *I* would get *robyn* into trouble? hmmmmmm????

¤ ¤ credit: yvonne | 01.03.03 at 12:51 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Robyn-I consider you a friend because we have similar histories via our thoughts and our disabilities (not that the latter defines us in anyway) but you are terrific!!! Oh and...umm..you're a smartass...and a cute one! :)

¤ ¤ credit: Pete B | 01.03.03 at 02:13 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well said!

¤ ¤ credit: Daphne | 01.03.03 at 05:31 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

You think I'm that stoopid as to come on Robyn's blog and seriously trash you, Statia? Come on! I'm not suicidal! She'd eat me for lunch (after doing that little neck waving "oh no you di'nt" thing, of course). :P

Yvonne's still trouble though... Ha! What're ya gonna do, Yvonne? Come back to Florida and smack me upside the head? (Maybe I can taunt her into coming back quicker...)

¤ ¤ credit: Solonor | 01.03.03 at 06:48 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

is that an invite solonor? and i'll tell you what i'm going to do, i'm going to come to your house with my bottle of 151...ohhhhhhhh you know how dangerous i am on that stuff...

¤ ¤ credit: yvonne | 01.03.03 at 09:47 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

no, I don't think you're stupid, but I'm senthsitive. :oP

¤ ¤ credit: statia | 01.03.03 at 03:05 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Robyn's gonna come in here and stop us from using up her comment space. But until that happens...

Yvonne, you and your 151 are welcome any time. I've given up on what the neighbors think. :)

Statia, you're senthsitive AND thweet. Thilly gooth. Still don't mean I'm gonna cut you sthlack. :P

¤ ¤ credit: Solonor | 01.03.03 at 03:14 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

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