I have 11 minutes to impress you with my blogging skills. Ready?
I decided last night that I could never be a pizza delivery man. One, the sex change. Two, I'd worry that every doorbell I'd ring would belong to the home of an obsessed pizza delivery man serial killer. I watched a commercial last night where the stupid, unsuspecting pizza boy just waltzed into the house after the door was opened. "Here's your delicious, warm, fresh pizza!" "Thank you, how would you like to stay for dinner?" And that's it... that's all it would take... I'd slip right through the cracks and Ty would spend the rest of his life searching for me while I'm buried under the house just one block over.
Right now I am full of secrets. I have lots of things going on but I'm not sure a blog is a good place to share them. This week alone I've ruined a friendship by talking too much, I've sold a scrapping project that I'm very proud of, and have started a few, new, timid, first step friendships. Lots of stuff swimming in my head.
I can say that I'm lonely. I have a sense of dread, that this is it, that Ty and I are alone in the world, that there is no hope of finding friends that we can fit into our lifestyle. I feel like I've been here for close to a year and I've made very little progress in the friend department. Boo-hoo.
Plus side: E has a play date this afternoon with a woman that I like and her little girl. Maybe I can finagle (sp?) a cup of coffee and some conversation out of it when I pick him up this evening? Hey, E? Can you make some friends for me?
Well boohoo and haha.
You got the whole irony of life thing going girly.
Don't feel like the lone Ranger, Tonto. We all feel at odds and adrift at some time in our lives when it comes to friends and fitting in and realtionships.
Cut yourself some slack. You've only been there a year.
And besides, I still LURVE you!
And I'm pretty and nice and totally friend worthy.
PATPAT do you feel a wee bit better now?
Lisa said...
3:24 PM
Arizona is looking better and better, isn't it?
I'm calling you this weekend and getting the nitty gritty down and dirty since you can only use your computer to blog and not to answer long emails from friends far away.
Also, my mommy taught me real young how to lay on the good guilt trips.
wendy said...
4:52 PM