I’ve got this guy close to my heart. I think he reads me but then again, I’m not really sure. Maybe not. He’s a road warrior. Hardcore. If he does read me, that’s cool because I want to thank him for being so freakin’ cool. Okay. That was cryptic. I DO mean “read me” on a couple of levels. One maybe more than another.
Yeah. I can hear some of you now. Yes, I’m a married woman. So be it. But, I have this friend. I’ll call him Joe. We’ve had 22 years of something. Friends, lovers, roommates, coworkers, enemies, siblings, classmates, partners, pen pals. I’ve read to him. He’s drawn me. Been there. Done that. I think we have been just about everything to each other at one time or another. I guess I could say we have ultimately ended up where we started. Full circle friends. Only this time he’s not hiding more than several cans of beer in a multi-pocketed jean jacket and I’m not climbing out back windows at 3am. Friends of another era. Kisa’s cool with that. I’m cool with that. It’s not that complicated. It’s cool because I’ve grown to hate complicated.
I go through stages where I miss the snot out of Joe. Then, he’ll call. As if he knows. He gets me laughing. Gets me crying. I want to tell him everything crazy, but his phone crackles and we lose connection. He’ll call back but only to say see ya. Next time. Later, baby. On the road again. And again. My favorite question is not Can you hear me now, but Where are you now? He just laughs. My brilliant boy bomb.
Here’s what I meant to say to him: Boompa: thanks for Arizona. If I could get the darn pic off my phone I’d post it here. I’ll think dream about Zion. I’ve always trusted your travel sense. Congrats on the camp. It’s where you belong. You’re good at everything Weld and you know it. I’ve got issues but we’ll talk about those another time….when you’re within calling range. You know you owe me, myself & moi lunch.
Oh, and one more thing, don’t pick on the girls too much. We bite. Really.
~*LunaSea*~ 
I’ve got to say that the picture for this post is AWESOME … I love it!
Love this picture! Sounds like an awesome friend. That is quite a history!
My daughter taught me how to forward a text to my e-mail. Then I save them in my pics and can post them or whatever. Also, I can save her pics from her adventures forever! I can try to explain in an email to you if you want?
LOL Thanks! RT ~ I almost posted a pic of him & a certain someone looking very ivy league next to two lion statues…
Of course, I don’t have Joe’s permission to post this…He could either say it’s awesome or be positively mortified. So, if this pic vanishes you’ll know why! 😉
Whether Joe wants it to vanish or not, the picture is simply awesome! I love those old photo booth pictures. You don’t see many of those photo booths around like we used to, which is just a shame …
favorite line “It’s cool because I’ve grown to hate complicated.”
RT~ Remember the one we took in Montreal? I have one frame of it in my office…
Sarah~ it’s my favorite line, too. 🙂
boy “bomb”? WTF? can’t tell if that’s good or bad (both?)
LOVE the photos. They crack me up. Funny you should mention that girls bite. I have a story for you….
As they say in my neck of the woods, “yoo da bomb, baby!” It’s all good. Love you. Can’t wait for the bite story. Is there a bruise? 8)
small bruises. I just seem to be attracting friendly abuse lately from people who get a bit too excited to see me. Kind of funny.
hmmmm…sounds intriguing!