If Wishes Were Horses We'd All Take A Ride

So, I sniffled my way through "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" today. What? I'd been softened up by "The Diving Bell & the Butterfly" {yeah, after that one, I'm nevah, evah complaining about my health again}.

Why was I watching Ya-Ya? Two words. James Garner. I have lurved that man since Rockford Files, lurved him through movies & Polaroid commercials & 8 Simple Rules. He could fold laundry & I would be enthralled.

But, enough about that. I don't come into your house & make fun of your Alf DVD collection, now do I? Although, really, I would. In a heartbeat.

But, I digress.

So I'm watching the Ya-Ya, & all I can think is I wanna hug James Garner I sure hope that I have friends like that to rely on when I get older: supportive friends that will pour you a double ~ not tell you you've had enough; friends that will light your smoke ~ not lecture you on cancer; friends that will kidnap someone to make your life better ~ not tell you to suck it up.

It's my hope, my wish, my prayer that I'm laying the groundwork, that I'm building that sort of foundation into my friendships NOW, for I do truly lurve my friends. Friends come & go; they waft through my life like smoke, one moment choking me then becoming elusive & vanishing. I've had so many friendships fail due to ... what exactly? It's hard to say. Neglect. Complacency. My "wit". Two in high school cuz I said something, um, uncomplimentary about their boyfriends. Oops. My life is littered with the corpses of friendships that once thrived.

I don't want that to happen again. I am happy with the friends I have. I like them, & I think they like me. We are supportive in times of crises & happy in times of celebration. We've seen each other through secrets & lies, good times & bad, adventures & afternoons of nothingness. Granted, not many of them actually hang out here at DBM, but this website is not the totality of my existence.

I just have to remind myself of that. Of that, & the fact that I must continue to make human contact. ON A DAILY BASIS!

If you'll excuse me, I need to make a call.