30 days of truth ~ Day 21 - (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

Okay. This one is really redonkulous. I mean really? Of COURSE I would do the SAME stuff I would do even if we HADN'T gotten into an argument.

I would ascertain her condition and act accordingly, depending on the situation. If it was a minor fender bender, chances are she's got it under control. If it was anything more serious then I would do whatever was asked of me.

I think this question is really silly, but there's my answer anyways.

30 days of truth ~ Day 09 - Someone you didn't want to let go, but just drifted

Another easy one. Two people actually. (I can change the rules whenever I want)

First. My childhood friend Christine.

We were so weird. Seriously, but we had fun. Lots of it. Climbing on things we weren't supposed to. Once she took me trapping (?). It required lots of hiking and looking at traps that she'd set out for furs. I was absolutely incapable of such ingenuity at the time, not sure I appreciated it. We looked at a lot of stars, had a lot of sleepovers. She appreciated me in a way nobody else could. She 'got' me. Then she went to a different school. The actual distance between us was the same, but mentally we definitely drifted.

She was her and I was me. But in different schools, with different plans. I played volleyball and I don't think she played volleyball much. We definitely drifted apart. I sent her a letter once, when I was younger. I apologized for ... something about chocolates. I think I ate them when we were in (is thinking) ... grade ... 5 or 6 or something. SR. Elizabeth was our teacher. I remember it made a big fight, but I can't remember the details. After that letter I really didn't hear from her again.

Until recently. Facebook helped me find her. She has a little boy. Cute. Looks just like her. Older than Amélie I think. I wouldn't even know what to say anymore. How crazy is that. :(

Second. My high school friend Jennifer.

We were rockstars of the funniest kind. She REALLY got me. I could be as weird as I want and she also forgave my Star Trek infatuation. She was a year ahead of me in school. I don't actually remember a lot of my school years. I don't know why, but I know Jenn and I were best buds. She helped me with Math and science and even when she went to U of S, we were friends. I wish I could describe more fun stuff we did, but I can't, because I don't remember. :( She was my best friend and that's all I remember and I missed her like bees and honey go together.

We drifted when she went to Holland. Not so much at first, but later on when she stayed there. I remember the day she left ... I didn't go. I don't know why. My mom says I have major issues with people leaving me, apparently since I was a kid. I don't like goodbyes. (sigh) I'm not very good at being a friend but I'm getting better all the time. I have so many letters I never sent. Packages that never got mailed because I thought it was dumb of me. I never knew how to say that I missed her like crazy. I knew Mark before he knew me ;) He's her husband. I remember going to Jennifer's before she went there and talking to him online. HAHAHA MARK!! I remember you and that first meeting.

Jenn is also back in the land. Living not that far away. She's been back a little while now and again ... I didn't know what to say and ... I got scared. What? You ask. I know. When she came back I was uber excited but so many people were also uber excited and ... I was jealous because I had been there for a long while but all these people were acting like THEY had been there all along and she was UBER happy to see them! (dark secrets I tell ya). Maybe they emailed her more than I did. Obviously so, because they acted like it. Now I feel bad for feeling that way, but 'tis the truthful story. I thought it would die down and I would get my turn, but I guess I got cold feet. So, I felt like people came between us and ... I just let it be like that. (Okay seriously, what is with all the tearyness ... I'm going to be dehydrated by the end of this 30 days challenge) I remember not being invited to a party and when I asked about it ... was told only close friends and family were going ... you know so ... (Jenn did not say this to me, it was another party ... goer?) I didn't want to start a fight, or a problem, plus ... I figured ... they were right. I hadn't been there all along ... and it's true, in hindsight.

So I still miss her. She has her own close friends and her family is rockstar (They always have been, cousins and what not) and I have my own new friends and my family who is also rockstar. Plus now she has the CUTE-est little baby girl (brand new by like 8-9 days).


These two people played big roles in my life. I love them and miss them! Life goes on I suppose. Sigh.

Not a very funny post again. BLAH.

30 days of truth - Day 01 ~ Something you hate about yourself

Okay I saw this on a friend's site. Stole it. Meh. She didn't copyright it so ... tough crap! 30 days of truth it's called and you have to do the list (it's at the top in my pages) It's pretty neat!

Day 01 ~ Something you hate about yourself.

Hm. Well. I can probably come up with a few inadequacies, but actually hate something about myself? Okay. I got something. I don't know if I actually hate it but it's something I strongly dislike that I'm trying to work on.

I have a hard time making friends and/or keeping them. I don't know for sure ... but I'm thinking it's my strong opinions. I have them that's for sure and although I most definitely don't mean to sound judgmental, I'm obviously coming off that way. (Or I outright smell bad or something) There are a few people who just love me the way I am and are still my friend despite our differences and they are major ones! Birth choices, immunizations ... but on the other hand ... some people I have big commonalities with don't exactly like hanging out with me either. I probably overload them with correspondence because I'm just so happy to have at least 1 thing in common. Sigh. This is something to ponder on. Although I'm not looking for tons of friends, it would be nice to have a bit of a social life.

Maybe if I wasn't such a recluse (stolen word from friend's site) I am. I'll admit it. Parties (such as optionelle, tupperware and other) weren't my thing. (I enjoy them now though) I really didn't feel ... part of the crowd? Because I've done and still do things SO differently I'm honestly worried I'll start a fight, or get ganged up on, or just plain feel like an outcast. Dumb right? But it's true, it's happened before!!! Also, it's hard to have a real conversation at a party.

I really hate this about myself. I wish I could be just a bit more 'friendly' in some instances and a little less 'friendly' in others.

I hate having a hard time making friends. Point final.

Socially awkward (or Making friends)

I seriously suck at making friends. This is an actual fact. I'm also not very good at witty comebacks. Or comebacks period.

In the past few months, as I've been meeting new people and learning their opinions about everything from birth, to raising babies, to raising toddlers, to discipline, to daycare, I've discovered something a bit alarming. I'm very socially awkward. To be fair, it probably started a long time ago, but especially after being denied into a *strollercize* group because the leader found out I'd had 1 homebirth and was planning another. (A whole other blog post I'm sure)

A good example would be today, I accompanied Corey to his massage and when he was done we were chatting with his massage therapist and daycare came up. Now ... I have NOTHING against daycare and people who use daycare. Like seriously! I know a few daycare workers and love them, have visited a couple of them, they are nice. I might even work in one, who knows! But I'm pretty sure that's not what she thought.

Corinne = socially awkward

I'm NO good at having a normal discussion. Seriously, no good. The point I was trying to make was I couldn't be expected to 'support' a certain daycare because it was WAY out of my way! IT would add nearly 40 minutes to my morning ... or more. So ... no ... I would not send my kids there. I also mentioned I wouldn't be sending my kid to playschool there because I don't work in that area and how am I going to pick her up at noon? I'm pretty sure it came off more like ... no that's a stupid idea why would I send my kids to that lame school. How lame. Only lame people send their kids to preschool and daycare. Lame, lame, lame.

Corinne = socially awkward

I stopped talking after that because I was pretty sure I was digging my own lame-ass grave.

I'm also not very good at having a normal discussion with people who have differing opinions than mine. Why? I always feel judged. Why? Because I'm socially awkward. And possibly because I'm a hermit who is socially awkward. OR because I like to think it's all about me. Because ... fact : Everyone talks about Corinne ~ probably not. They are usually probably pretty happy for me to get my socially awkward ass out of there so they can have adult conversations. 

I suppose the only way to get better is to keep practicing. So far, outside my own family that is, I've found 2 people who can forgive my social inadequacies and have a normal (if you call our conversations normal) discussion with me.

Now that I've shoved my WHOLE foot in my mouth with what COULD Have been my 3rd friend and would have been a great addition because our kids will eventually be in that lame-ass school together (they are both born in the same years) and I'm pretty sure she would have liked my other 2 friends (even though one lives stupid far away and even though she probably has tons of her own friends) what am I to do?

Interesting fact : As soon as anyone shows an interest in being my friend, perhaps through a mutual idea we have or experience, I get way too excited and overflow them with messages.

Corinne = Socially awkward

PS That school isn't lame. ;)

PPS I totally had to blog this because Corey's massage therapist made a funny little joke of me blogging about today and I SO DID! Corey's massage therapist = funny.

Corinne = shoving her foot further into mouth because Corey's therapist will now never invite me to her house again because I will probably blog about it and it will be all over the Internet and every stranger in the universe will know. Because fact : everyone talks about Corine. There's just no way around that.