"A friend in need is a friend indeed"

Today was not a great day. And it was made worse by a "friend", and I use that term loosely at the moment. I'm sure someone else can relate to this, and I'm sure most people, including myself, have been guilty of this behavior before.

See, this person wants to come hang out only on her time. She never seems to make it when I plan something to do. She has even said to me before "I'll come, I don't think I have anything better to do." Ugh, spare me. Don't even freakin' bother.

It started when I expressed my happiness for my friend, Paul, making the Top 24 on American Idol. (GO PAUL!!) And she says something along the line of never having seen him in concert before. I said that it wasn't my fault, I had invited her plenty of times. She said something smarta$$ about not even caring anyway. That's fine, whatever, but can you not support me and my excitement about it instead of spreading the gloom around?! (Unfortunately, it worked.)

Then, it escalated when I needed some help at work, she wasn't busy, but she freakin' REFUSED to stand where I was so I could go get what I needed. WHAT EVER. It wasn't like I was asking much. And if the roles were reversed, she would have asked me and I would have done it. Period.

So I realize, she isn't too much of a friend. I mean, you want to come hang out when you caught your boyfriend cheating and didn't have anywhere else to turn. But when I need something so simple, you can't give me a hand? Screw that. I don't need friends that desperately to keep you around if you really don't want to be. And if that's the case, then I don't want you to be here. I'm not a last resort. I'm more than that. And if you don't see me that way, then there's the door. Don't let it hit you in the a$$ on the way out.

An old teacher once told our 7th grade class that

True friends are like diamonds,
Precious, but rare.

False friends are like autumn leaves
sprinkled everywhere.








So I don't need you. I don't need someone that only comes around when it's convenient. Or when you're in need. I want friends that truly care. The ones that call or text or send a random card just because. That's a true friend.

"Good things come to those who wait."

Patience. It's a great thing to have. If you are one of the lucky few people who actually have it. I, unfortunately, am not one of those people. I am that person sitting behind you at the red light that furiously honks the horn if you haven't moved within a microsecond of the light changing to green.

I change lanes at the grocery store about 50 times trying to find the shortest one with the least groceries per person. And then I always get stuck behind someone that doesn't know how to use a debit card or argues the sale price of salt. It never fails. NEVER.

So I, along with everyone else in this world, knows that patience is a virtue. Patience is good. So why the hell is it so hard to be patient? Someone please find the answer for me. And hurry up....

"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones"

People who live in glass houses....

1) have really high heating and cooling bills
2) shouldn't walk around naked
3) are showoffs
4) have faded furniture
5) should buy stock in Windex

It sounds so fabulous, to live in a home with floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding you. But is it really? I mean, really, what's so great about always being watched, being seen, having to be dressed and glamorous 24-7? I personally, will pass. I like to be comfortable. I like to lounge around in pj's and fuzzy slippers (at best) or a blanket (at worse).
And I normally "clean" my house on weekends only. Whatever happens between Monday and Friday is left there til Saturday unless someone else picks it up (yeah, right). So if you stop by my home during the week, enter at your own risk. I live with a 13-year-old and a 30-something, both males. Do you think this place stays clean for more than 15 minutes?! Absolutely not.

Oh, and there are those times when I am having a blast playing the Kinect for XBox 360. And trust me, NO ONE needs to see me do that! I jump and flail around like a fool, working up a sweat, either white water rafting or doing some boxing. These moments need to remain private.

So, thanks, but no thanks, I'll stick to sheet rock and plaster.