Friendships: Reason, Season or Lifetime?

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Sometimes one needs to figure out which one the other is but when you do, you will know what to do with each one.

When someone is in your life for a Reason, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Some times they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. Now it is time to move on.

People come into your life for a Season. . . because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real....BUT, only for a season.

Lifetime friendships teach you lifetime lessons, things must build upon order to have solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use on all other relationships and areas of your life.

Personally I have only a few lifetime friends. My husband is at the top of my list. Another came into my life as the wife of my husband's now deceased friend, another who has been there even if we do not talk on a daily basis, and still another who came into my life as a result of common interests along with children the same age. 3 others have come into my life within the past 3 years from the internet, one of which is so like me it is scary. Any of these people I can call, cry, talk, spew, yell, or just plain sit with quietly. They are there for me as much as I am there for them.

The trick is determining which one a friendship fits in which is the problem I am currently struggling with. There are people you just click with and others you start to wonder about when you have honestly portrayed yourself as the person you are but they do not reciprocate the same feeling. You feel tolerated but not accepted. Does one accept this, hoping that someday this will change? Or does one take this lesson and move on? So the current question I ponder: at what point does one move on when you feel tolerated but not accepted?

Talking Urinals

That headline drew you like it did me..... The following was in our local strange news:

Talking urinals helping to save lives

February 15, 2007 (SANTA FE, N.M.) - Talking urinals could be a sign you've had a few too many. But in New Mexico, talking conveniences in the men's room are being used fight drunken driving.
The state has ordered 500 talking urinal cakes to deliver a recorded message. Guys making a pit stop will hear a female voice saying: "Hey there, big guy. Having a few drinks?" The talking urinal then says, "It's time to call a cab or ask a sober friend for a ride home."
So, why just the men's room? Officials note men are about three times more likely to be busted for drunken-driving than women. The talking urinal cakes cost 21 bucks each and will last for about three months.
(Copyright 2007 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

Truthfully I was a little disappointed in this post. I think a talking urinal for men should say things like: "Keep it aimed in the center" or "Dribblers not allowed" with an alarm if any dribbles fall on any surface of the toilet.

They said what?

Ever hear a commercial or someone make a comment and your first impression is "WTF?" Since I have been house confined I have been able to watch TV. Commercials get to me....they always seem lately to be in the "WTF?" category in my head....especially anything related to sexual dysfunction. The Cialis commercials are a joke: for example the one where an older couple were overlooking a gorgeous mountain scene but in separate bath tubs. Ok if one had just taken Cialis, why would one be in separate bath tubs? Or the one where they go out dancing. I would be "gettin' it on" and sure not in a bath tub as those days are over and why would one waste a pill on dancing unless they were dancing in the sheets? Men do not need Cialis to take a bath by themselves or take their wives dancing.

Last night I heard a new Viagra commercial. Buy 3 prescriptions and get the 4th one free. I had been reading Southern Devil by Diane Whiteside (good series BTW) and didn't think I heard that commercial right, so I went to the Viagara website ( https://www.viagra.com/index.asp ) and yep, the commercial was right. Now for someone in the medical field, we know that most prescriptions for Viagara are by the bottle and there are 30 pills in each bottle. So doing the math here, that means a male takes 90 pills before getting another 30 free, totalling 120 pills. Now as one ages, the number of times one needs to use this pill to get it up decreases because the sex drive of a male starts decreasing around age 50 (still with me)? So on average, even if said person still did it once a week (and I am being generous here), those 120 pills would not be used even in a 2 year span. Please tell me what male 55+ does it more than once a week unless they are dating someone 30 years younger than they are? Ok say they are dating someone younger and are taking that pill 3 times a week it still would take 30 weeks before starting the freebie. (I have my doubts if the 3 times a week would happen because that isn't factoring in the heart side effects). I would say Viagra is smart as this would be a safe bet that no one would take them up on the free 4th prescription. But it makes the top "WTF" and something else to ponder besides the other crappola on TV.

I can only wonder what's next?

Science Projects

I swear I missed out on all the good science fair projects. This one is amazing....very informative...there is hope for the older man who can't get it up anymore....
CAUTION: do not open at work :)

http://www.myscienceproject.org/condoms.html

I hate being sick

I absolutely hate being sick or feeling sick. I think it is a control thang. I hate that my body is taking control of me. I don't like giving control to anyone. It is driving me up a wall that I can't physically go to the offices let alone be up for longer than a couple of hours before I either start coughing, sneezing, or have to blow my nose which never seems to let up. I look like Rudolph and am feeling miserable and in a pity party right now. All I want to do is feel better. This started last Wednesday. Friday I broke down and went to the doctor cuz hubs came home and threatened me. Doc said I had bronchitis. I was like no shit sherlock! So a copay later, then a prescription for Z-Pak and an order to stay in bed, steam myself, and pick up some Mucenix (which I had already started taking and already doing all the above), I went to bed. I went to work Saturday am and that 4 hours was the longest day in my life. I came home and went to bed and have been rarely up since. Thank goodness my freezer is stocked so the family hasn't gone hungry and I had just made soup so I had something for me to eat. 7 days later, 5 days after starting the antibiotic of which today was the last day of that, I still feel like shit. So I called another doctor and got an appointment for tomorrow morning. I asked for a prescription for a chest x-ray because I think this went into pneumonia...but no, have to give the doc the copay to get the prescription. I am a nurse and know my body. I am still not able to cough anything up, still running a 100-101 temp, and still feel like shit and now have added a sinus infection to the gamit. Why don't doctors listen? I told the doc on Fri that I needed a stronger antibiotic then. Medical people make the worst patients.............and when I feel better I know this post will thoroughly piss me off as I hate whining people. They are one of my many pet peeves... Oh well....time to go steam myself again.

Superstitions

I warned you my mind goes all over the place. Today I received a phone call from a former patient turned friend that her husband had died and since they retired to Florida, the service will be next Saturday. That makes 3 deaths within a month of people I personally know. My daughter who came over for dinner...is highly superstitious and was thankful it wasn't my husband's father or my mother, neither of which would be a surprise as they both have had numerous health problems in the past year. So our dinner conversation tonight was about superstitions.

According to Wikipedia, "A superstition is the irrational belief that future events are influenced by specific behaviors, without having a causal relationship."

Am I superstitious? Nope. But my daughter is. My point was that I am getting older and plain and simple, so are my friends and parents so people are going to be dying. I got the huge eyeroll (you parents know what that eyeroll means).

So are you superstitious and if so, then what about?

*Life isn't measured by how many breaths you take, but by what takes your breath away*

~Love isn't who you can see yourself with...it's who you can't see yourself without~
~The soul that can speak with it's eyes can also kiss with a gaze~
~Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out you still care for that person.~

I warned you I loved quotes...and right now as I sit waiting for my husband's plane to land and for him to get home...these just seem appropiate. We have been married for 28 years and together for 30 and for the past 11 years when we began working together, we have been together 24/7/365. I can count on one hand the number of times we have ever been apart. This has been the longest (currently 4 days, 21 hours, and 45 minutes) and even though we have talked on the phone a couple times of day, it isn't enough. I miss the comfort..the snuggling...those special looks....even the frustrated ones when he is trying to understand where I am coming from or vice versa....or the hug just because.

Love

Author Unknown

Love is a friendship that has caught fire.

It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving.

It is loyalty through good and bad.

It settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weakness.

Love is content with the present.

It hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past.

It’s the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories, and working toward common goals.

If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you lack.

If you don’t have it, no matter what else there is,

it is not enough, so search for it, ask God for it, and share it!

"It is not the world that is shattering; it is your illusion of the world."

Author Unknown

I love inspirational sayings, poems, prayers, quotes, etc. When I am what I call 'inna a mood', these help me reflect and be grateful for what I have. A couple days ago I attended a funeral of a friend's father. This man helped me in my early twenties when I was in an exploration of who I was. I had an emotionally and physically abusive alcoholic father...but through the help of this father figure, I was able to understand and accept and come to full forgiveness. He showed me I could love myself and by doing that, love others and have that love come back to me hundredfold. I had always been religious (attending church every day and twice on holy days) but it wasn't until I went through this self exploration that I became spiritual. In many ways, this exploration helped me become a better person.

He convinced me that every one of us has a story we can share with someone else. If we are vague about what our story might be, one of the best ways to find out is to keep a daily journal. I’ve been doing this, off and on, most of my life. I don’t set parameters with what I’m going to write; it just has to interest me enough so that I’m willing to expend enough energy to write it. The point is not to write something great or something profound every time I sit to do it—the idea is just to get something down on paper, or now, on the screen.

Basically, I just sit and start to type—then it’s one word after the other. Whatever is on my mind will somehow find the light of day…which is the interesting part. Often, I didn’t know what was on my mind until I wrote it down.

I believe we all need to honor our own stories. When I take the time to listen, I’m often amazed at how interesting and how beautiful another person’s life is. I think we all need to practice sharing more of who we are. If we all learned to be good at both the telling and the listening, this could prove to be the beginning of the end of conflict between people and eventually, if we did it enough, even the end of war.

So today I honor my father figure who taught me that even when things around me are going nuts, stop and take a deep breath, and be grateful for even the littlest things.

My First Post

I can't believe I am actually doing this. I blame it on a friend. She got me started.

Now what to post....I am a journal writer and have been for many many moons. Some of them I have re-read...most I burn. They were a release for me for anything that was going on in my life at that time. I have never written for others to read my thoughts except for the 2 boards I post on. They will validate I can be nuts.

More about me: I am also mom to 2 psychotic cats...16 yo female named Gizmo who only deems it necessary to be petted by males....and an 8 yo female named Tigger who I inherited from a former boyfriend of my daughters who thought a kitten would solve all their problems. Well, said kitten got dumped on me, of course in the afternoon on a Labor Day weekend so I couldn't take it into the vet or back to the pet store. Said gift gave worms to the entire household of 3 cats and ended up costing us a pretty penny. She deems it necessary to only be petted when one is either in the bathroom or when we are in bed. Gizmo and Tigger are major enemies and have nightly cat fights. I am also gramma to a sugar glider named Badazz (son's pet contribution to the household), and gramma to 2 English bulldogs named Bella and Brittany (daughter's contributions). Bella and Brittie grew up here at our house but when daughter moved out...I lost my puppies (a rhetorical expression since they are 55 pounds of wiggly tootsie rolls on legs) but I get custody of them on the weekends when they get spoiled like crazy. No other animals unless you count the hubs when he gets in that male mood.