For most of you who read this and actually know me, you know I only have three close friends. Yes only three, Ginger, Katie and my cousin Lisa. That is it. They’ve been with me for what feels like eternity and they are the only people who I actually tell anything and everything to. I mean everything, not just love things, or heart break, but the odd stuff too. My cousin is the only person I’ve ever discussed pregnancy/bowl related issues with. Ginger is probably the only person I can really talk food with. Katie, is the only person I can talk to about how inadequate I feel, and also…I mean we rolled in cow shit together, Katie earns a free pass as a friend for life with that!

That post on Stephs page, that last rambling one about Myspace, that was about me. Yeah yeah whatever. I told her how I felt about stuff and that was her response. Heres where tonights post stems from. Have you ever noticed how friendships are soooo much like relationships? You know how when you start dating someone, you begin to notice the little things about them? Then, you notice the big things. Then you sit down and talk to yourself and you wrestle with the big and little things and you decide if the big things are things that can be changed or if they are so big you have to just let go and break loose of the friendship? With Rob, there are tons of little things; fish sauce, playstation, farting in bed, snore, blowing his nose in the sink and shower and farting at the kitchen table. These are “little” things that drive me nuts, they make me insane. They are the little things I would die with out if he ever left. Rob never really had “BIG” things. Most of my other exes did, there was the one who didn’t graduate and had no life motivation, the one who liked to shove me around, the one who had commitment issues, the one who brought a gun to school, the one who slept with someone else, the other one who slept with someone else, the drug dealer who I’m also pretty sure was in a gang, and of course the one who was just a huge prick (the diver)! There were tons more, but these are a few of my favorite examples of “BIG” problems.

Thing is, friendships are the same way. All of my friends have things that drive me nuts, Lisa is so damn nonchalant, Ginger is too damn smart (knowing things like bugs in cereal is sooo not common knowledge), and Katie….well dammit, her house is too pretty, I go there and I just want to mess it up. However, if you asked me to think of big problems, I really can’t. These are the friends that over time have passed the test and have either made minor changes or even big ones and in the end we found a way to work it out. Lisa has done so good at opening up about stuff which makes me happy…SOOO! HAPPY! (exclamation points and caps happy!) Another way friendships are like relationships, is even the really good ones need breaks sometimes (Ginger and I)! But no matter what if its meant to be, you find your way back to each other, (at Smiths, you with organic milk me with a messy baby)! The other thing though, about these friendships is if you notice something that is a potentially “BIG” problem, you should have no qualms about telling your friend that.

Today I finally expressed to Stephanie one of my “BIG” problems. It drives me nuts that she has soooooo many friends, on Myspace and in life. I know, your thinking what a weird thing to be bothered by. Not really though. If you look at the people I have surrounded myself with, we are all similar. We all have our close friends (who actually know each other and aren’t afraid to hang out together) and we have a very few, other friends, or acquaintances. Some people may say its lonely, but for me, its so refreshing knowing that the friends in my life will be the same friends 50 years from now. Then I see these people will ALL THOSE FRIENDS and I have to wonder, why so many. What is the reason you need to surround yourself with 100s of friends. Not only that, why surround yourself with so many people who choose to segregate themselves. I have mentioned to Steph before that I am super frustrated that her friends don’t seem to want to get to know me, but also to me it seems like she has work friends, second work friends, volleyball friends, guy friends, twins, the high school friends (Dawn, Britney and so on) and me. I look at all of these groups and I find myself wondering, wow, with so many people in your life how on earth do you know who to trust? She trusted people at her last work and go so unbelievably screwed, and the worst part, is I don’t think she learned anything from it. So, her post today, was because I questioned what on earth possessed her to random add me and some other people on myspace (I didn’t name em all but there were a few). I’m honestly bothered by this. If you have these great friends, actual good friends, why on earth do you feel the need to continue to look for more. I have these great friends, I decided to let Steph step in not because I am bored with my friends, simply because she made it really hard not to, and I though maybe I would see what all of this having tons of friends thing was about. I feel like since I let her in I’ve come so far out of my comfort zone I don’t even know who I am anymore. I let her hug me, I answer her phone calls, I sometimes call back, I make an effort to go to where she is, not because I consider her a better friend, simply because I wanted to see if acting all girly and overly friendly was better then, well, having my three close friends who totally get me and love me even if I don’t call back, answer their calls, go to their houses or basically be any kind of a real friend. So today I finally try and explain to Steph that I find it so frustrating that she has all of these gazillion friends, and holy shit did the situation blow up. Me and my pregnancy hormones are mostly to blame, but I walked away from it feeling as though she really didn’t at all understand that for me, I yearn to only be around those people I’m comfortable with. Then I stopped and looked at it harder and I realized, Ginger also has a few close friends, I KNOW THEM, we can hang out, Lisa, only a few close friends I KNOW THEM, we can hang out (and squish each others boobs), Katie only has a few close friends, I KNOW THEM, we can hang out together (and get shitfaced drunk together…Candice) I realized that Steph having alll of these friends makes it impossible for all of her friends to combine and become a group or at least a group of people who can occasionally hang out.

So I’m left wondering, is this going to be one of those huge things that is going to turn into a major conflict, or is this going to be one of those things I will learn to get past.

Something else you have to know, is that I don’t keep friends long, and before Rob I didn’t keep guys long. If things get good I find a way to fuck them all up so I have an easy out. I don’t do this with Ginger, or Lisa or Katie, because they give me zero reason to want out. With that one guy, right when things got decent, I might have slept with one of his good friends, with that other guy, right when things were serious….I possibly slept with that same guy, with the guy who took my dog, when he moved in, I might have made a big enough deal out of washing a shirt that he moved right back out. It hurt, but I was alone and I was comforted in that. I was at peace knowing I was with me and only me, and that my three friends would come over, say all the right things, get me totally wasted, and never, EVER once try and force me out of the house, or try and force me to change. When things got good with the guy whose parents I loved…I might have slept with that same guy again. When things got good with that guy I slept with a lot, I might have cut him off. Now theres a surefire way to push someone away huh!

The point is, I am a person I’m a person obsessed with comfort zones. I don’t like to leave my bubble, I don’t like the new, or the unfamiliar, or the whole getting to know your quirks thing. This method works for me. This is the method that makes me happy, that causes me not to stress, that makes me relax and calm the fuck down. I am surrounded by people who know when to get excited (chocolate sale) and who also know, when to just be mellow and not act overly happy. I’m surrounded by people who know that sometimes I will stare at my caller ID and know you are calling and choose not to answer it, because in that hour I can’t cope with talking on the phone. They know, I probably won’t call them back and more then likely I won’t even address the fact they called. I like this. This is why I don’t do new well. This is why I take the new and I destruct it. I mash it up and I find all of the bad.

I am the same in friendships as I am in relationships. Sometimes in relationships, one exceptional person comes along and you marry them. Only them. You pick the person who you actually love to hug, the person who touches your soul, who offers you the world with out wanting a single thing back (besides maybe some fried chicken skin and a little sex here and there). You marry the person who carries your whole heart in theirs as though it were a raw egg and they are terrified of breaking it. The person you can show your ugly too, your crazy, your break down and cry on the floor. You marry the person who knows the real you inside and out. The one who knows that your probably bipolar, that you make no sense, that your family is fucked up and that your life is in shambles. You marry that person and they don’t tell you it’s going to be okay, they just shut their mouth, take it all in and in the morning they never speak of it again. Well, that is how my friendships are. I feel like I’ve made a life long commitment to the three people in my life. I realize that I could never go with out Ginger (really ask her how bad I pestered her when she tried to take a break from me, I was relentless), I need Ginger, because for someone who isn’t related to me, shit, this girl has seen allllll of my ugly and just shuts her mouth about it (okay there is some occasional sarcasm but I love that from her!) Lisa, well I couldn’t live with out Lisa because shit, I don’t know if I ever make a decision with out speaking to her first. I’m serious I probably don’t even buy bread with out calling her first. Not to mention she is the only one I can be on the phone with for 5 hours and say nothing besides OMG I tasted the best chips. Shes also the one I can be on the phone with for 5 hours where I say everything and she says nothing because as she puts it, I’m an overthinker and I can’t over think with out over thinking out loud. Also, she has a great sense of direction. I need Katie in my life, because I need someone who believes in a happy ending. I need that person who sees everything through rose colored glasses while sugar coated and having a silver lining. Katie is the only one who can basically say Shannon, STOP your being an ass and I say….OMG I’m being an ASS…and, Katie is pretty much the only one who isn’t afraid to say, hey you dipshit, knock it off and get out of your pitty party, your being stupid (cept Katie always says shit so much better) plus Katies parents totally make the best toast.

The new people I have let in my life never seem to have a quality I can’t live with out. Shanna, I can live with out her, Nicole, no problem. But these three, nope I would die. Really ask Rob how pouty and whiny I was when Ginger took her break. All I did was whine about how I NEED GINGER TO LIVE (yes I really said those exact words, I’m that corny)!

So at the end of this, I have to say, I would rather only have three friends that I NEED TO LIVE then have 201 that I could live or die with out. I would rather have three people, I would trust with my childs life (Ginger would feed him good and make him smart, Katie would teach him amazing manners, and make him smart, and Lisa would obey every wish in my will about no spanking or this or that…and make him a math genius….shit my friends are too smart). I have to say its pretty big when you have 3 people in your life you would trust your kid, or your cat too.

So there it is, there is my frustrating, maybe this is a case of it bothers me that you aren’t like me, but thats fine, I’m not afraid to admit that. It bugs the shit out of me that Stephanie isn’t like me. It bothers me she has friends in her life who would fuck her over and get her fired, or miss her birthday for the gym or school (Ginger missed a final or something to sit on a curb with me after my grandma died and watch me smoke…ginger is all about school and she missed school for me). That is what bothers me. I guess, I don’t understand anyone in the world not wanting what I have with my three best friends. How can anyone want to live a life with people who aren’t like my friends? My friends, who would drop everything and anything, just to come eat mexican or Thai with me, or drag their brand new baby to Benihana for no reason other then I had a craving, or who will ditch their husband on superbowl because you know my superbowl party means the world to me. Friends who understand that the little times, like a birthday or a craving or a thought are the most important times. Friends shouldn’t only be your friends at the big times. Anyone can be there at the big time, anyone can do what looks politically correct, but really how many friends would drop everything just to get some frozen yogurt? This, this right here, is what drives me nuts about Steph, I’m not sure her friends would do these things for her, and I guess more then anything it makes me feel sad for her. It makes me want to fix everything and make it better. It makes me want to shake her and say hey wake up, the people in your life are treating you so bad. And the fact that I can’t help that, and I can’t make her see frustrates the fuck out of me. Every time she tells me what her shit head friends did I get angry. But then I remember what Ginger said, fix it or shut up about it. Well get rid of those people or get over it right. She won’t ever get rid of the people who treat her bad, because Steph likes to make people happy. Basically I’m just not sure how much longer I can sit around and watch Steph be this amazing friend to all her friends, while they are just friends when its convenient to them to be a friend.

Anyway I’m sure this blog is going to piss Steph off even more then I did today, but in the end, thats fine. Be mad at me. I don’t mind. It happens, you laugh it off and move on. So there you go, this is the reason for the whole fight today. I hope now you understand better.

The official dumb ass awards

Since I’m tired of being the only idiot out there I have decided ya’ll need to send me your dumb ass moments. Then I will rate them on some kind of very sophisticated points system and announce the dumb ass of the month award! So lemme have it, what stupid ass things have you done this week, month, year?

I really need to start a dumbass award

This morning I went to get a baggy to put my chips in for my lunch. I open the drawer and what do I see? A barely eaten almost full block of cheese sealed in its little baggie nestled in the damn bag drawer. It has been there since SUNDAY! How am I losing my mind this bad? I was never this stupid with Brandon.

Oh wait, did I mention that when I told my husband he replied, “yeah I saw that”! WAIT he saw it and he left it there…..thats annoying.

More things

Brandon just came to me whining. He grabbed my hand and kept pointing it toward his little zip up footie jammies. I was very confused. Finally he grabbed his foot and I noticed there was something in there. Things I found in Brandons jammies tonight:

1- Cookie monster action figure
1- Elmo rollerblading action figure
1- Whinnie the pooh block
1- Little people person

My kid is sooooo strange!

The best damn intentions

I had every intention this morning of waking up and having a bowl of cocoa crispies. I told myself that since it is puffed rice and does not contain wheat or oat flower that it would be safe. Then, I started having dreams and visions about me taking a bite of cereal and having bug legs and wings dangling out of my mouth.


Brandon’s new trick

If he decides his diaper is too wet, he will run into his room and get a diaper. Then he brings it to me, pulls it all apart, puts it on the ground and sits on it. It is really really cute. I love watching him do this, because he is so darn smart. If we change his diaper in the the room, he runs to the diaper geenie and trys to put his diaper in there and then tries to turn it.

Other fun things he does. He tries to put his clothes on. He isn’t real good but he tries. He knows how to make a copy on the copy machine. He knows that the remote turns on the TV. If you tell him to wipe his nose, he reaches down, grabs his shirt and wipes his nose on that, Sigh!

He can put DVDs in his TV and even knows which button means play.

Wait, remember earlier I told you I found an empty wipes container? Well I took it out of the sink and put it on the barstool. I guess Brandon had to poop so he ran into the room and he got another diaper. Only this time he knew he needed wipes so he ran in his room, unzipped his travel bag and got out his pack of wipes. He then pulled out every single wipe, put one wipe in the empty wipe box from the sink, packed a diaper in the second wipe box and ran it out to me in the living room. Now, I didn’t see all of this, so when I noticed he pooped, I said lets go get a diaper. That is when I noticed that he had packed his little changing station. He pulled out his little diaper from his small box, unfolded it, gave it to me and then he opened his other box, pulled out a wipe and handed it to me and then laid down for his change. I had to laugh.

Can you smell that smell?

There is a smell in my house. I can’t find it. It is near my kitchen, that is all I can tell. It is not the trash, the disposal, the fridge the floor. It is nothing obvious. I’m trying to avoid lighting a candle and pretending its not there, but it is. I want it gone, it is embarrassing. I’m afraid someone will show up, take on sniff and think I am some sort of messy pig. I’m not. I’m clean. Well, as clean as anyone with a 20 month toddler can be. I won’t lie, my couch and carpet may have a few hidden Yo-Gos and Cheetos, but nothing smelly…I don’t think. My son does have a habit of hiding his cheese and his milk inside pans in my cabinets, but I don’t think that is it either. Has this happened to anyone else, or am I the only grosso with a smell in her house? Shit now I’m embarrassed I wrote about this…I’ve got to go, I need to search my cabinets for milk and cheese.

Then and now, a post for Jen

I know I have posted about this before but I’m going to talk more about it for Jen, and I encourage you mommies out there to comment and let me know your Then and Nows of parenting. Then is before I had a kid and now is well, now that I’m a mommy.

Then: I criticized any parent who let their child sleep with them. I bashed them for not having the common sense to get their kid out of their bed so they could have normal lives.

Now: I pretend I want my son out of my bed, but when he spent the night away the other night I missed him sooo badly I almost stuck a pillow in his spot.

Then: I would make fun of my friends who wouldn’t let their kids spend the night, or who didn’t take trips with out their kids and told them they needed ME time and they were being ridiculous and to get over it. I often talked of how when I had a kid I would make sure I kept up with my ME time.

Now: I am fine letting my son go to grandmas for the day but when he spends the night I won’t lie and say that both my husband and I don’t get sad around 8PM and have to talk each other out of going to get him. It was sooo hard to let him go to anyones house with out me the first time, but I realized I had to do it. I still enjoy my ME time but I think of my son every second.

Then: My child will only eat organic food.

Now: HA! I followed this strictly during the jarred baby food stage. Now though, no way man. Bring on the campbells and Kraft Mac and cheese and the Cheetos and regular string cheese and gasp non organic chicken tenders…yeah, I lost patients for all that, I realized I could only buy what my son would eat!

Then: Kids who scream should be dealt with. They must have bad parents if they are behaving that way at dinner.

Now: I’m to tired to give a shit, if you want to jump on the table, fine whatever just don’t wake me I’m sleeping!

Then: My kid will never go out in public with stains or stuff on his face.

Now: Dude, how in the fuck did you find that piece of chocolate while you were in your carseat? I swear you were clean when I put you in there. And also, you don’t want to wash your face, fine its you they are staring at not me, go on with your bad self, be messy, thats what kids do, they are messy, in fact, come here, let me smear something on your face, you look extra cute covered in chocolate!

Then: I will change my kids diaper every time he pees.

Now: Shit, where did your diaper go, ooooo you took it off because it was soo full you were afraid you were going to sink if you walked by quick sand. Dammit, I’ll try harder tomorrow!

So you can all see what an idiot I was about parenting before I had a kid. I may still be an idiot, but at least now I can speak from my own experience. How bout you other moms out there. Help me out, what things do you do now that you swore you would never do if you became a mom?