Remember: A friend only asks for your time, Not your money.

Good luck!

Hey, why can’t bloggers be friends? I say it’s okay to go for both. Why is it so wrong to know ppl thru their blogs - then know them in real life? I think it could be okay. I feel like many of my blogger friends are really a part of my life. (OMG - Do I sound crazy now?!) Seriously, though. I think of my blogger friends (You included, Neil… and you better not block my IP address!) as a kind of real friend in my life.

I say stretch your limits. Go for it. When you’re looking for new things, sometimes you need to go to unusual lengths or be creative in your approach.

BTW, there’s a blogger group here in Cleveland. But I’ve never been. Maybe I should broaden my horizon and go. Only problem - I don’t read other cleveland blogs!

Here’s the run down:

I visit about 20 blogs daily. Multiple times a day if I’m looking for something to procrastinate with.

Number of phone calls I get in a day: 1. Usually it’s James, calling to chat as he drives home. To the house we share. They are sometimes the longest conversations we’ll have all night.

Number of calls I’ll make in a day: 1. To my mother. Or my sister. Which ever has left a message during the nine seconds I left my phone unattended.

Number of emails I’ll get in a day that aren’t sales/spam/updates about comments on my blog: 2. One from my best friend in high school who just moved to Arizona, the other from my stepmom or sister, which ever one didn’t call my phone first.

Sometimes I’ll log in to IM and chat with my other best friend from high school, or we’ll send one-liner emails back and forth all day, if I’m not busy with other projects.

Generally, I “hang out” with James’ sister and his mother. Usually we run errands while the men work on stuff outside, or I hang out and play with his sister’s baby while they sew their quilts. I’m not kidding. They’re cool women, really they are, with incredibly wicked senses of humor, but I’m not sure if I’d have chosen them to be in my “social circle” were they not related to my boyfriend, and really I’m just killing time until we’re ready to make dinner.

Dinners with his family, though, a riot. Really and truly the highlight of most of my weeks. Incredibly great food, conversations chocked with humor, and glimpses of how his neice is growing in leaps in bounds. They are awesome, and I wouldn’t give them up for anything.

Being a temp and a sub means I don’t get to be in one workplace long enough to really make new friends. I’m sure there are some really great people out there I might enjoy talking with in the lunch room, but it’s rare that I’ll find someone I’d be interested in meeting up with after work or on a weekend.

Weekends are for me to do nothing. Seriously. I’ve done the club kid thing, I’ve done the hippie stoner thing, I’ve done the frat boy beer blast thing. None of those things excite me any more. I’m nearly 30 and I’ve just grown past it all. I’d rather hang out with a small handful of people and enjoy good conversation, sometimes with some beer or wine, sometimes with coffee and desserts, than go to a party any day.

Parties seem like obligations now. Is that sad, or what?

And now I’ll stop hogging up your comments area, lest you start blocking me from your blog.

*Wink*