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		<title>Why can&#8217;t we be friends?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve lived in this little, sleepy, wonderful town for almost 5 years and just last summer I made what I would call  &#8220;life long friends.&#8221;  Not that I didn&#8217;t try before now but it&#8217;s just not as easy as I remember it in school.  Remember the days on the playground where you would see a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve lived in this little, sleepy, wonderful town for almost 5 years and just last summer I made what I would call  &#8220;life long friends.&#8221;  Not that I didn&#8217;t try before now but it&#8217;s just not as easy as I remember it in school.  Remember the days on the playground where you would see a new face and see that person as a potential playmate?  A wonderful new adventure to be bestowed upon?  There were no thoughts of rejection. There were no fears.  Just happiness met with fun.  I wish it could be like that once the reality of human relationships is learned.  But, we all know, it&#8217;s not that easy any more.  I thought once I found my husband the nervous, &#8220;Will they like me?&#8221; feeling waned.  But, no, it is just as hard when looking for a true friend. One in which you can just pick up the phone just to chat.  One that you can call just to say, &#8220;I&#8217;m bored, let&#8217;s do something&#8221; and hear a cheerful, &#8220;Ok!&#8221; in response.  One you can count on.</p>
<p>First is the daunting question; where do I find such a person?  It&#8217;s not like I can just go to the park and approach a woman, is it?  I know! I&#8217;ll join every social club, group and support clique I can find.  That surely will yeild results.  Or maybe just someone I see at the grocery store?  What happened in my life is all of the above.  I met Tess at a breastfeeding support group at my local hospital.  It only met once a month and it is really hard to even learn peoples&#8217; names in that short amount of time.  Then I would see her at Wal-Mart with her kids.  I would say &#8220;hi&#8221; in passing but then would be like, &#8220;what was her name?&#8221;  The response in her eyes said she had the same questions.  Then I saw her at the park.  Again, &#8220;Hi&#8221; we would say but never anything more.  Finally after months of this I finally got up the courage and started a conversation with her and admitted I didn&#8217;t remember her name.  The relief left her face as she admitted the same.  From that point on we have been great friends.  We had more chemistry from the start than I had found with many of the other &#8220;friends&#8221; I had made at church or other areas.  Our kids are best friends as well and we know we can count on each other for a laugh, something to do on a boring Monday, and a sweat tea from McD&#8217;s.</p>
<div id="attachment_151" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-151" title="dsc00278" src="http://theycallmebobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/dsc00278-300x225.jpg" alt="Tess and her kids" width="300" height="225" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Tess and her kids</p></div>
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<p>I have since learned that Tess is a friend in which I can always count on an honest answer from.  The woman knows everything about everything!  Seriously! If I mention how I have a birds nest above my deck she knows how to keep that from happening (plastic snakes).  How to keep flies away at an outside picnic?  (Ziploc bag full of water with a penny in it setting on the table).  How to make homemade play-dough?  How to knit?  Where to find the best deals on just about anything?  How to make a DVD of your kids&#8217; pictures?  What are the good shows on TV?  How to keep a house clean AND have two children and a husband?  The list goes on and on.  It cracks me up when I hear her say, &#8220;I just feel like I don&#8217;t have it together.&#8221;  I look at her and think, &#8220;If you had it any more together you&#8217;d be mayor!&#8221;</p>
<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 224px"><img title="Courtney is awesome!" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1945/37/57/1149833352/n1149833352_270232_295.jpg" alt="" width="214" height="205" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Meet Courtney <img src='http://theycallmebobby.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;">It was through Tess I met Courtney.  A shy woman with so much unknown beauty.  If she could just see what everyone else sees, she would be so much happier.  A woman so shy she avoids situations she really loves.  Yet, everyone around her is thinking, &#8220;What does SHE have to be worried about?  She beautiful, sweet, smart, kind, a good mother, and a wonderful sense of humor.&#8221;  But, inside of her she thinks people are thinking, &#8220;Look at her, she&#8217;s gained weight.&#8221; or something of the kind.  This girl can make me laugh so hard.  She doesn&#8217;t even try most of the time but her mind works a little different than mine so she&#8217;s always surprising me with what she says and I love it!  She&#8217;s crazy in love with her kids (like all good mothers are).  She keeps the cleanest house I&#8217;ve ever seen.  To a fault at times probably but that&#8217;s who she is.</p>
<p>These two women aren&#8217;t perfect which makes them perfect friends for me.</p>
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