I admit it. I have them. Or at least my husband says I have them. Since I have started this blogging thing I have them. When my hubby and I have conversations these days and I share with him a story or an email or something that one of my bloggy friends has shared with me he asks me “Is this one of your real friends or an imaginary friend?” The nerve!!! But I know what he means.
I have not actually “met” any of my bloggy friends. But they are more real to me than the flesh and blood friends that I have known for years. Well, maybe not in quite the same way. But they are certainly real friends to me in ways that can’t be measured and I am so glad for that!
As we are continuing on this journey of pulling things together after my father in law’s death I have had a lot of you give me words of encouragement and support. That has been so comforting to me. My family follows my blog but they have heard it all before…..blah blah blah. My new bloggy friends haven’t so I have a brand new audience! How wonderful! It feeds my ego. I have to admit that. It feels good to know that I have a few folks out there who are following me. I never really thought that I was all that needy but it is nice to think that “they like me—they really like me!”.
So THANK YOU to all of you who have become my imaginary friends. I look forward to your posts and anxiously await your comments. I have tried to update my ever growing blogroll (scroll waaaaayyyyyy down on the left hand side of my blog to view and click on links) but I know I have left a lot off. I try to clean it up every now and then and limit it but you know—-I just can’t take someone off!!!
Let me leave you with one Carlton story—you know I have the honor of helping out with Chris’s brother who has Down Syndrome. We are working on better nutrition and eating habits. He does love his cookies. Yesterday I awoke to this note:
So of course the order of business for the day was to buy a cheap mixer and make “Tall House Cookies” which will be rationed. (He doesn’t know my secret hiding place for cookies!) When we did our weekly date night of dinner out and grocery shopping for “his” stuff last night he went to the Oreo aisle. I told him that since I had made cookies he didn’t really need his usual package of Mint Oreos. He picked up a package of the ones with peanut butter and said he would get those because they had protein…….can’t argue with that logic, can you????
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Leave a commentHmmmm….all I have to say to Mr. BethAnn is this…
imaginary: adj.
Having existence only in the imagination; unreal??? Not!!!
Trust me on this…no imagination can make-up some of what we all share..as Bloggers. We are real, hear us roar!
But…those cookies? Positively unreal and I wish there was a Scratch n’ Sniff feature on computer monitors for cookies like this. Mmmmmmmmm….
Thanks, Patty! Totally agree with your comments!!! And you reminded me that YOU are not on my blogroll! I knew I would be leaving a bunch off especially if I made a big deal about talking about my blogroll!!! Geez! Sorry!
Carlton seems to know how to get what he wants. As any Irishman will tell you the ingredients for that are: 25% logic, 25% manipulation, and 100% Blarney.
Your imaginary friend,
Jake.
He is a master manipulator. The stories I could tell…….
Love Carlton’s note. After that even I would have baked cookies. And peanut butter is protein. Go, Carlton. As for “imaginary” friends, I’m glad you are mine and I love being yours!! Big hugs!
I have lots of “imaginary friends” too that I know better than some people I actually see face-to-face. I didn’t know they had peanut butter Oreos. I like the double cream ones best myself.
Yummmm….double stuff ones are yummy!!!! The peanut butter ones are the ones that are covered in fudge—at least I think so. Once they got home they got hidden someplace that I don’t know about!
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*I* think Carlton’s logic is perfect!!!
It made sense to me–how could I deny that peanut butter had protein????
I don’t think I knew about pb oreos, either. Or I chose to ignore them. Don’t want ’em hanging around on the old hips. lol But, if you need a safe place to hide those Tall House cookies, I’m available. Just sayin.’
I will remember that, Patti!!! Thanks for taking them off my hands should I need a home for them!
men! Marc calls my bloggy friends my imaginary friends too… I love Carlton – his rationalization makes total sense to me!
I knew I was not alone with my imaginary friends!!! Love it!!!
I laughed when I saw Carlton’s note to you. He knows just how to get what he wants.
Yes, yes he does know exactly how to get to me. The notes usually have Loving Sister In Law on them someplace……