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Her Story is My Story: Asking for Words of Encouragement for my Friend

Friendship: Infinite and True

We all start the same (small and fluffy) and so does Friendship!

Friendship is a dichotomy comprised of completely random happenstance, and a special fellowship that's absolutely wonderful in its predictability. Friendships begin with the unknown. We find ourselves in new places, new circumstances, or just in the company of a person we don't know very well. Either we want to talk, or we don't. Either they want to talk, or they don't. Both people begin with heads full of questions: Do I like this person? Will they like me? Are we alike? Do we like the same things?

A Moment of En.Light.enment

I'm a true believer that we have to process our emotional baggage in a healthy way, and let it go, or it remains with us as stored, pent-up energy -- on our hearts, racing through our minds, packed onto our butt.

Wish I were this thin.

Some people act out in unhealthy ways, taking actions that don't help to release the energy, but lead to further acts of self-loathing in the form of outward destruction.

Others, like me, get fat and cry sometimes. I've never really learned how to vent my frustrations in any kind of positive way. They tend to stay with me everywhere I go.

Memory Monday: The First Edition is also The Super Bowl Edition

Ahhh... The Super Bowl. In my early youth, it was a day of chips and candy and running around like unkempt squirrels while the adults completely ignored us and yelled at the TV. In my middle youth, it was fascinating - communal idol worship, seemingly just for the heck of it. In my teens, it was chips, soda, spectacle, and a great time to give myself a manicure. Transitioning into my young adulthood, the Superbowl turned into Party Time, when not being invited to a Super Bowl shindig was a sign that your social life needed some CPR, stat.

Yeah, no one had HEARD of this crap yet!

Today, finally settled into deep-adulthood, with an early-youth of my own, I'm just happy that we're able to watch the game at all. (If you've ever cared for a toddler for any length of time, you'll understand.) All I need for Super Bowl Sunday is chips, salsa, hotdogs, "footballs" (baked beans), soda, and beer for James. And good TV reception, of course. Twitter and facebook are fun to have but not necessary. Everything else is a luxury.

Let's transport back to a time when staying up to watch the Super Bowl was like Staying-Up-All-Night! ...When Bruce Springsteen's bit in "We Are the World" was the coolest thing ever, when my Barbie hotwheels was still super awesome, "Jack Kent Cook, he gets take-out" was still a funny joke, and long before Crystal Pepsi commercials had ever been conceived.*