The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends. – unknown
Friends don’t let friends do silly things…alone. – unknown
Do not protect yourself by a fence, but by your friends. – Czech proverb
JEWELRY CREATORS – pack your bags and check your bank account, the 2015 Bead & Button show is coming to town!
You mustn’t miss this! The Bead & Button shows are the best of all shows for jewelry makers. They attract hundreds of bead vendors and over 800 jewelry making class sections and workshops for your interest. It will be held at the Wisconsin Center in downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin, May 27th –June 8th.
The last time I attended a bead show was over 25 years ago when it was held in Los Angeles. I was only making jewelry for my own use at the time, but my two friends who did beaded Christmas ornaments and household décor thought I would enjoy it. That I enjoyed it is putting it mildly. It was candy for my eyes.
Everywhere I looked was something beautiful I had never seen before. Each booth had literally 1000s of beads to choose from. There were classes, and demonstrations as well. I still have several earrings I made from my purchases that day long ago.
Fire Mountain Gems & Beads Supply Company has published a 3 page description of what they are doing to prepare for the show as well as tips and suggestions for attending, such as making early airline and hotel reservations. They will fill up fast. So will the classes and demonstrations. You’ll want to take a tote bag for your purchases and lots of business cards to distribute when you make new friends. And don’t forget your camera so that you can share your experience with the rest of us when you return.
For official schedule, registration and class information, check out www.beadandbuttonshow.com.
Just reading the tips and hints from the Fire Mountain crew made me wish I could make it. But not this year, unfortunately.
As we grow up, we realize it is less important to have lots of friends, and more important to have real ones. Amandacrpe (sp?)
I have been a casual follower of Astrology for as long as I can remember. I learned early in life that I was a Libra and investigated the characteristics of that sign as I grew up. I liked what I found. It seemed to fit my thoughts, feelings and actions. I now had a reason for my behavior. I could blame my activities on something other than just “I felt like it.”
As I grew older I researched the Zodiak signs of my friends and family . What a revelation! “So that is why she did that.” Lots of things made sense instead of confusion. I accepted my friends for who they were. Their personalities were bound, in some ways, by their astrological sign.
It also made sense to me when it came to the friends I was attracted to, or others who “turned me off”.
My blog requires that I investigate the 12 signs and their features each month. I enjoy the research. I do not seek out the signs of my current friends. I take them as they are, but sometimes I wonder why they do what they do, or don’t do.
This month’s sign is Sagittarius and I found it fascinating. I don’t know if any of my friends were born under this sign and I don’t care. It’s not a factor in the friendship.
Maybe you will find the characteristics of your sign in my blog during the year. I hope that you will enjoy the jewelry I have chosen from my collection that is right for your sign. Who knows, you might become curious about the sign you were born under and want to know more. Your computer is filled with Zodiak information. Have fun with it. But don’t take it too seriously.
We don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
My first girl friend lived down the street from me. Her family had horses and we would take them out and ride up into the hills above Ventura Blvd. in Tarzana, CA. That area was all green with a little stream running through. Those days were so long ago when I was in Elementary School that I have forgotten her name. I lost touch with her after I graduated. That area today is fully populated with very expensive homes.
When I was in High School in Canoga Park I had several girl friends. There were 4 of us who hung out together, Donna, Gene, (spelled like a boy), and Mary Lou, who spelled her name in 2 words, mine in one. We used to go to the beach together. And one summer afternoon we all bleached our hair blond.
My other friend in High School was Norma. She wanted to be an actress and took classes in acting and diction which caused her to speak differently from the rest of us. But she was talented. I remember she married a Mexican boy who carried on his family’s traditions in which the male was King and the females obeyed the King’s desires. That marriage didn’t last, there were no children, and I lost touch with her after I married.
All of my friends of those years drifted away when I entered UCLA and we all got married.
Then, after my first child was born I became interested in joining the Native Daughters of the Golden West. I was one, after all. I met Betty on the night we were initiated and we clicked immediately. She was shy, as was I, and she was a talented artist. She created all sorts of things and urged me to develop what ability I had. She suffered from Shingles and tried to alleviate the pain by sitting in a bath tub full of warm water and baking soda. Her marriage was not a happy one and eventually she left her husband and married the man across the street who had been in love with her for years. They moved to Carson City, NV. Betty was my friend for more than 50 years. We corresponded and often spoke on the phone. Each time we called it was as if we had just talked the previous day. Betty died of lung cancer.
Then my husband and I began playing contract bridge and we met several people who became friends. One couple in particular was our partners in team games and although we played in tournaments together we didn’t socialize in other ways. Then my husband died and they were my comfort through the worst of the next few years. But they separated and divorced. I still see Eve, but not often. We have known each other for more than 40 years.
Another group of friends I made during my years in the bridge world were Kay, Serene, Louise and Judy. They had all been BFFs for a long time so if I was included it was with all 4 of them. We had parties, including the husbands and my current date, went on rallies, and shared creative activities. I was closest to Kay. She and I would have a puzzle weekend occasionally. She would provide the jigsaw puzzle at her house on a Saturday afternoon, we worked on the puzzle, had dinner with wine, gabbed, and I would spend the night there. We could finish the puzzle on Sunday and I would go home.
When the 1994 Earthquake hit I was living within a mile of Kay’s home. My townhouse was intact, but I was afraid to stay there alone so I spent 3 days at Kay and her husband’s home. They had another couple also there for 3 weeks when their mobile home was burned to the ground and they had to find another place.
Kay introduced me to genealogy and helped me get started on searching for my ancestors. This turned into an obsession which still occupies my life. Kay and I began making yearly trips to Salt Lake City to do research and each time shared a room for a week. Then others joined us so that we usually had a group of 10-15 people who all helped each other with their research. We realized that all of us loved reading so we began meeting once a month for brunch and to exchange the books we have read and liked. This group is still ongoing. But I only see them once a month and have no other contact with them except an occasional email joke.
Some of the friends I met through bridge and genealogy are no longer living. Judy was the first to go from lung cancer. She was beautiful, extremely talented, generous, fun, and married to a bookie. Louise was intellectual, very active in the bridge world, and married to a man who had extreme food dislikes. Louise died from lung cancer. Serene, also a bridge player and married to a bridge player died from lung cancer. And my best friend, Kay, died from lung cancer.
I have no BFF. I do not have lung cancer. I am 86 years old and have outlived all my BFFs. I have a few new friends that may develop into BFFs, but I doubt it. I have a busy life, I don’t like to drive anywhere, my legs are weak, and my back hurts all the time, so I am content to stay home except for the 3 times a month when I meet with the book group, the games and movie group, and one new gathering of 4 of us who play cards. It’s enough. My BFF is my computer.
Laughter is the shortest distance between friends.
I love words. I have often kept on reading the dictionary even after I found the definition of a word or how it’s spelled. That is one reason for sending you the following posting. The other reason is that I thought it was very clever.
FUN WORD PLAY (Hey, we all need a smile every now and then):
I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.
I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.
I have, however, been in Sane. They don’t have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work. I live close so it’s a short drive.
I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much on physical activity anymore.
I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go and I try not to visit there too often.
I’ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.
Sometimes I’m in Capable, and I go there more often as I’m getting older.
One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense. It really gets the adrenaline flowing and pumps up the old heart. At my age I need all the stimuli I can get.
And, sometimes I think I am in Vincible; but life shows me I am not.
People keep telling me I’m in Denial but I’m positive I’ve never been there before.
I have been in Deepshit many times; the older I get, the easier it is to get there.
So far, I haven’t been in Continent, but my travel agent says I’ll be going soon.
By Will Sherwood from “Tidbits of Santa Clarita Valley”