Sally Field Moment

Hello ladies and germs!

Did comedians really used to say that? And people laughed at it? Comedy is weird.

So I have been feeling kind of disconnected to bloggy land lately, hence the sparse posting. It seems, with all bloggers, that there comes a time when blog-steam gets low, and then there is the obligatory post threatening to cease writing all together. Which I assure you I am not doing right now, because it would be insincere as I do plan on keeping this carcass animated somehow and so to threaten closure would just be a cheap ploy to gather up comments of the "please don't go!" variety. Which I am not above telling you that I did consider writing just to see if anyone would say "please don't go!" but then decided against it not because of any ethical pants-on-fire concerns (I'm totally not quitting) but because I was afraid no one would leave that kind of comment.

Which brings me to a Weird Thing About Me.

I have lots of lovely friends and loved ones, who are awesome and treat me nice and do very cool things for me and are there for me when the chips are down and also when the chips are up which I'm happy to say is most of the time. So why, I ask you, why do I have little-to-no expectations of lovely friendship niceties?

Example 1. Throwing parties. I don't tend to throw parties. Not because I don't want to throw them, but because I don't think anyone will come. Which is ridiculous. I have lots of people to invite and no reason to think that they wouldn't show up. I have thrown parties where guestlists were just fine and have never had one of those awful events where I am sitting there all dressed up with food and beers and no one ever shows. But still. I fear this.

Example 2. That blog comment thing that I just talked about up there. I know there are people reading this. Blogland loves me this I know, for my sitemeter tells me so. But sometimes, I don't believe the sitemeter. Like, I wonder if it's broken or something, or if I have one creepy stalker who is checking my blog hundreds of times a day. I'm not kidding, I've really thought that.

Example 3. When I am invited to other people's things, I often think it is for reasons other than they just wanted to invite me. Like they feel like they should because I invited them to something once and so they have to reciprocate. Or some stupid shit like that. Like, I think this often. OFTEN. I then tell myself that I am being a dumbass and move on from the thought, but just that it pops into my mind at all seems...slightly paranoid.

Example 4. So there are people in my life that do nice things for me all the time and I don't have doubts about them secretly doing so because the mafia has threatened their kneecaps if they don't. Top of that list is my parents and Nordic Boy. Those people just have a machine gun of nice that they let rip constantly in my direction. (Wow, so violent I got there). Also, BioGirl. She is thoughtful and does all sorts of going-out-of-her-way niceness.

So, when she showed up at my house last week and presented me with this:


What the hell this is I shall say in one moment.

I was super surprised, and touched, but honestly...not SHOCKED. Because her doing this sort of thing is just part of who she is and also part of the crazy bff-ness that we share. You are talking about two ladies that used to get each other birthday presents in the quantity of the year we were celebrating. Like, when she turned 25, I got her 25 presents and she did the same for me. (We had to stop that shite when we started to get WAY OLD but it went on for a while). Don't get me wrong, I was surprised and touched, but also...she is part of the army of machine gun niceness so I didn't faint from shock or anything.

Oh and by the way if you're wondering what exactly that photo is supposed to be, it's a birthday countdown giftie extravaganza. So from now until my birthday next month, I get to open a little something every day. Kind of like an advent calendar, except instead of each day getting you closer and closer to the birth of the baby Lordy, this one counts down to the birth of baby me. Which now that I think about it, might just be sacriligious. Any Lordy experts out there (of which I am not one) who are offended by my birthday advent calendar...oops. Sorry about that. See you in hell.

ANYWAY.

So the first day of my birthday calendar, I opened a teeny box, and it had a cute little present in it. Aw, sweet! Then, the second day, I opened up the next box, and there was a present from a TOTALLY DIFFERENT FRIEND. And then next day after that, something from another friend! And so on and so forth, hallelujah, praise my birthday.

See, that BioGirl, she had corralled ALL OF MY PEEPS, and they had each gotten me a little something. I am not talking about huge things. Just little, thoughtful, meaningful things. Many of them are notes that are for time spent with them later-- like one says "I'm taking you to lunch at the Kingfish Cafe" or another one says "I'm taking you to ice cream" or whatever.

And you want to know something nuts? Every night, when I open one of these puppies, and I see yet another lovely name of a lovely friend who has done this? I mist up. Just a little. And I'm not a big crier, really. I just can't get over the fact that people are THIS NICE. For no other reason than to just BE NICE.

Really, I can't get over it. It's so frickin' awesome.

I think I need to throw a party for all these folks. I think they just might come.

I'm out,
Librarian Girl