tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post9011344010032361288..comments2023-10-28T05:33:15.060-05:00Comments on The Writing Playground: The True Meaning of Friendship - UpdateMarilyn Puetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073134550080890157noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-7748728618741383092007-11-16T17:58:00.000-06:002007-11-16T17:58:00.000-06:00My bff helped me through a divorce and when I move...My bff helped me through a divorce and when I moved to the province she lived in her and her dh let me live with them until I got a job and a place to live.robynlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03250071917966470701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-10374899304070678912007-11-16T08:14:00.000-06:002007-11-16T08:14:00.000-06:00My best friend and I have always been there for ea...My best friend and I have always been there for each otherEvahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13353075418750797035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-47394562031893187692007-11-16T07:03:00.000-06:002007-11-16T07:03:00.000-06:00My best friend has always been there for me thru t...My best friend has always been there for me thru thick and then. When my husband passed away I fell apart. She was my life line, she helped me thru it with the kids and just by being there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-67679646483401157952007-11-15T20:49:00.000-06:002007-11-15T20:49:00.000-06:00My best friend mostly bailed me out when we were m...My best friend mostly bailed me out when we were much younger. Often, from enjoying the drinking and disco dancing a wee bit much and helping me find my way home. Oh, and steering me away from those bad boys who wanted to take me home. lol Of course, I paid her back by helping her in similar situations.Kammiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00183089224990431099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-69866313704141595122007-11-15T20:04:00.000-06:002007-11-15T20:04:00.000-06:00Hmm,, my best firend in college convinced me to hi...Hmm,, my best firend in college convinced me to hitch hike with her. the guy who picked us up told us he was on his way to heaven and we could join him. We had to some some pretty wuick talking to get this guy to let us out. When he did we had no clue where we were. my password won't work DebbyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-12718209254578093012007-11-15T19:43:00.000-06:002007-11-15T19:43:00.000-06:00My best friend has always been supportive and help...My best friend has always been supportive and helpful. When I decided to leave school and return home she was there for me. Giving me advice, taking me out and getting me settled into a new life.dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649869864990311039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-36150048878928088192007-11-15T19:22:00.000-06:002007-11-15T19:22:00.000-06:00My best friend in high school usually helped me ge...My best friend in high school usually helped me get in trouble. lol. We skipped one day and the next day we both got detention.Amy S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17202603187907169256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-28991006169818234472007-11-15T19:00:00.000-06:002007-11-15T19:00:00.000-06:00When I lost my mother my best friend drove almost ...When I lost my mother my best friend drove almost 200 miles to be there for me. She helped me through a very difficult time and knew how close my mother and I were.Shari Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01144557689029067599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-64595924817200308242007-11-15T17:39:00.000-06:002007-11-15T17:39:00.000-06:00Run, Lynn, run!*g*PMRun, Lynn, run!<BR/><BR/>*g*<BR/><BR/>PMPlayground Monitorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07444337591281145863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-2771767309790534052007-11-15T17:29:00.000-06:002007-11-15T17:29:00.000-06:00I think being there just to listen and let you ven...I think being there just to listen and let you vent is the best thing a friend can do for another. I have a friend who is a single mother and by the time I had kids I was a stay at home mother so I was there to help out when needed. In turn I'm not much of a driver and she has taken me many places I'd never get to go. We also take care of each other's cats when we get the chance to take a few days away. Our one joke is she goes more often but only has two cats while I don't go very often but have 7 so it really evens out.catsladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06375770995988927860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-7925293762926873702007-11-15T14:28:00.000-06:002007-11-15T14:28:00.000-06:00But, Angel, we didn't know that AT THE TIME. So th...But, Angel, we didn't know that AT THE TIME. <BR/><BR/>So the delicious feeling still counts...Problem Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01456049865200737618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-37561616332573399882007-11-15T13:27:00.000-06:002007-11-15T13:27:00.000-06:00PC, why couldn't you leave me with the impression ...PC, why couldn't you leave me with the impression that just once I'd done something naughty? Oh well.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of laughing, my hubby (who I consider to be my bestest best friend), can always find something humorous to say or do to lighten things up. I'll never forget when I was in the hospital a few times. We'd be waiting (why do you always have to wait so long in the hospitals?), and he'd be bored, so he'd start playing around and goofing off. He'd mess with the equipment or do something I was sure would get us into trouble, just to make me laugh or even just smile. That was a rough time, and I'm so glad for those happy memories now. I still smile when I think about him being there for me. So wonderful!<BR/><BR/>AngelAngelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17010424240956906870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-16373491786285525202007-11-15T12:56:00.000-06:002007-11-15T12:56:00.000-06:00Well, in sopohomore and junior year math I helped ...Well, in sopohomore and junior year math I helped a friend with the work and all, even though I was just as lost in the sophomore year. LOL In my yearbook senior year she mentioned the thanks that I helped her pass those years, otherwise she probably wouldn't have. LOL :)<BR/><BR/>LoisLoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105054210049682018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-56521767599390367562007-11-15T11:50:00.000-06:002007-11-15T11:50:00.000-06:00I have a friend who I can always count on. Any tim...I have a friend who I can always count on. Any time I need a ride to work when one of our vehicles is in for repair, she always offers me a ride. When my grandmother passed away, she went to the funeral home to pay her respects and offered to do whatever I needed during the difficult time. She is a true friend and I treasure her friendship.CrystalGBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613282698726922126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-27702800095508047782007-11-15T11:48:00.000-06:002007-11-15T11:48:00.000-06:00Just hang out with us a little more, Lynn. We're b...Just hang out with us a little more, Lynn. We're bound to at least get you a dose of public humiliation if not the potential for incarceration. :)Andrea Laurence AKA Smarty Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518751514879244662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-13349263720210998002007-11-15T11:47:00.000-06:002007-11-15T11:47:00.000-06:00My friends helped me when my cats died. They woul...My friends helped me when my cats died. They would listen to me talk about them and helped me to feel better. I did the same. We are always there for each other.Carol Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07018603523305326782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-82402175034330348372007-11-15T10:51:00.000-06:002007-11-15T10:51:00.000-06:00My best friend has been with me since high school ...My best friend has been with me since high school and we've been out a while. In 2005 I was in the hospital 11 times to deal with a nasty kidney stone. She can always make me laugh which help lighten me up for a while I also tried to sign in yesterday and couldn't get throughBethRehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07146606069117495534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-54207598116122944202007-11-15T10:11:00.000-06:002007-11-15T10:11:00.000-06:00Waaah, I think I just realized I've never done any...Waaah, I think I just realized I've never done anything so daring I could wind up in jail. How boring!<BR/><BR/>LOL, word verif: towzooie. Am I being told I need to do something that packs punch? Something spicy? Daring?<BR/><BR/>Blogger is a bitch, but I think its prescient.... :)Lynn Raye Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05823590040842807378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-53534665961050535322007-11-15T10:09:00.000-06:002007-11-15T10:09:00.000-06:00Sadly, most lessons are learned the hard way--like...Sadly, most lessons are learned the hard way--like sharp objects and foundation garments. <BR/><BR/>I see PM has already posted the link to the meth lab story. I don't know how to post links, but I can tell you that sharp object stories are in July of 2006 (Atlanta RWA conference), Mickey and foundation garments are RWA Dallas (July 2007). The archives are full of proof of *why* we have the rules we do. <BR/><BR/>Angel, I don't think we ended up as lawbreakers after all. My in-laws said the controversy was all cleared up and we were okay with what we did. But the possibility of law breaking did add an edge of excitement, right?Problem Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01456049865200737618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-12118487744284371462007-11-15T09:47:00.000-06:002007-11-15T09:47:00.000-06:00Friends stand by each other no matter what. Even ...Friends stand by each other no matter what. Even when a friend does something incredibly stupid, a true friend stands by trying to be the voice of reason. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But a friend is always there.<BR/><BR/>On a lighter note, friends are often found forging counselor passes and doing silly things to impress each other. I like what Linda said, great friends laugh until they make each other pee their pants. <BR/><BR/>Great friends know what to say or when not to say anything at all.<BR/><BR/>Great post, Instigator!Katherine Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14701961380138616355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-60949104064611696992007-11-15T08:44:00.000-06:002007-11-15T08:44:00.000-06:00The meth lab story starts here and ends here.I was...The meth lab story starts <A HREF="http://writingplayground.blogspot.com/2006/01/playfriends-gone-wild-volume-1.html" REL="nofollow">here</A> and ends <A HREF="http://writingplayground.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-not-that-wild.html" REL="nofollow">here</A>.<BR/><BR/>I was always too afraid of getting caught to get in real trouble. So no wild tales from me.<BR/><BR/>I guess the time my friends helped the most was my freshman year in college. I'd completed my first quarter, gone home for quarter break/Christmas holidays and then my dad died on January 1st. He died on a Thursday, we had his funeral on Saturday and on Sunday I went back to school to begin the next quarter. I'd offered to stay at home but my mom wanted me to keep going if I could because my dad was so proud I'd gone to college. I was the first in the family to do so. I had a great group of friends at the Wesley Foundation and my mom called ahead to let the minister know what had happened. They were all there for me and got me through it.<BR/><BR/>Three months later was the trip to NYC and getting bombed (with a pipe bomb, not drink or drugs) in a Greenwich Village disco.<BR/><BR/>PMPlayground Monitorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07444337591281145863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-69013553740069257712007-11-15T08:37:00.000-06:002007-11-15T08:37:00.000-06:00Once myself and a few coworkers got kicked out of ...Once myself and a few coworkers got kicked out of a Baskin Robins while we were on a business trip. So embarassing. Not exactly as cool as getting kicked out of a bar or something. :)Andrea Laurence AKA Smarty Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518751514879244662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-56569855476322066212007-11-15T08:23:00.000-06:002007-11-15T08:23:00.000-06:00Back when I used to go out drinking my bf would be...Back when I used to go out drinking my bf would be my driver. She didn't drink so a very good thing! This was before I had my son. I don't drink often now.Stacy Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00057427848452822949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-67652549941559708462007-11-15T07:53:00.000-06:002007-11-15T07:53:00.000-06:00My friends helped me the most when I had breast ca...My friends helped me the most when I had breast cancer.<BR/>They're helping me now since I lost my cat.<BR/>Back in the 80's I drank a lot and did drugs. My friends helped me then as well.Meljprincesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05923768085680554717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18688033.post-22936627918538351522007-11-15T07:14:00.000-06:002007-11-15T07:14:00.000-06:00I couldn't get Blogger to take my post AT ALL yest...I couldn't get Blogger to take my post AT ALL yesterday, so belated Happy Birthday (if it takes my post today, that is. I hate Blogger. It's been at least a week since I said that.)<BR/><BR/>You know you're with friends when they can make you laugh until you pee your pants. That's the true test.<BR/><BR/>Linda<BR/><BR/>The verification word is: zgtvlznr. There's something seriously warped about Blogger.Maven Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01191207825985417403noreply@blogger.com