See Blob

Old Friends

So today I got to chat with one of the high school friends I'll be seeing next month. It's always great to talk to her. I think it's a pretty amazing testimony to the closeness of our bond that our friendship has stayed so strong over the years, miles and life changes. There were actually four of us girls that were tight at that time... and I'm still equally close to all of them, in spirit if not within physical reach. Though, I've kept in touch with one of them separately from the others... that one definately forges her own path in true independent spirit.

Radish

But this morning I was talkin to one of the two of the group that stayed in San Diego. I told her about my blog and how I've given all of my friends anonymous monikers. She wanted to know more about my "Blob or whatever it is"... *snicker* and what name I've given her. Upon receiving the answer that I didn't know what to call her yet, she lamented that she was gonna have to wallow in curiosity until I told her. Just for that, I should let her wallow... but, the answer is part of what I have to explain about her, so she won't have to for long.

So this friend of mine was always the quiet one of the group. Not that she was mousy (with us, anyway) or didn't participate in activities or discussions. She was simply not a loud person... I'd even say more discreet and possibly a little more intense than the rest of us. And neither would I say that she doesn't have a temper... I've just not seen it an awful lot. I've been assured, however, that since she's become a mother she's become quite adept at yelling... *grin*

Amway, because she's so quiet, one has to pay attention to catch her subtle humor... and she's got herself a sharp li'l wit. I swear, she cracks me up all the time. And sometimes it's just the corniest humor... and then she points out the corniness, and it's even funnier. For example, back in the day when we always hung out at one or the other's house, we'd leave the premises with the same doofy farewell: "Let us depart!" Well, one day, she got tired of Lettuce and decided to try "Radish depart!" instead. It stuck. I swear it tickled me then, and it tickles me still.

So, from here on out, I shall refer to her as "Radish". I'm sure she'll appreciate. *grin*

Modern Radish

Amway, Radish is now married... the only one of us who is, actually. It's kinda funny... each of the four of us now fits into a separate demographic: one's married, one's divorced, one's gay and then there's me... I suppose I could be called the career lazybutt. But back to Radish. She has a boy (4) and a girl (1) ... I'm not sure if she wants more, but she certainly has her hands full with what she's got. They will be part of the gaggle of children I'll be enjoying during our various and sundry activities in San Diego.

Like myself, Radish has aspirations to be a writer... though, she doesn't really have much time these days for the pursuit of such interests. We bounce story ideas off of each other all the time, and check and balance facts and probable scenarios and all that fun stuff. We kind of serve as each other's editors. Oh, and she's a fantasy/sci-fi buff, too. I think writing is our greatest bond... when all else fails and we have nothin left to talk about, all we have to ask is "So, any new ideas?" And we'll be good for hours. :)

See Blog

So amway, that's my friend, Radish. I was also talkin to Bus Snob this mornin... of course, I talk to her just about every day, but one part of our discussion kind of stuck in my head. We were talking about how nice it is, sometimes, to be able to just record our daily goings-ons once... and then when friends and family want to know what's going on, we can simply say: "See Blog" rather than repeat ourselves umpty billion times.

Or, in Radish's case, I can say "See Blob." :)