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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Friday, November 14, 2008

A long time coming.

I just looked at that title and lost it, especially when I considered today's subject, cuz I'm sure she will see the humor in it.  Leastways, I hope she will.  Today I'm going to formally introduce you to the Purv (but keep in mind that this is the CliffNotes version-I can't possibly do her justice in this forum-it would take a whole book to 'splain us fully.)

Surely you have a friend like her.  You know-that one friend who knows where almost ALL of the bodies are buried?  I hope you do, anyway.  I know my life would not be the same without her.

We met in the tenth grade in biology class.  It must have been meant to be, otherwise I would not have met her, because she attended school only when it suited her.  It was always a mystery to me how she graduated with as many classes as she missed.  She never even took her Biology final exam and she still managed to pass!  I can still hear Mrs. Crouch "Stewart-so glad you could grace us with your presence."  Then she'd grin, the Purv would grin, I'd grin, and we'd all pick up our scalpels and start whacking away on whichever animal we might be dissecting on that particular day.

She was always one of my biggest cheerleaders.  She would listen to me sing my little heart out practicing for auditions for the choir or the traveling glee club, procuring sheet music out of thin air when I needed it.  She consoled me when I did not win a place on said glee club team. She listened when I cried over boys who had broken my heart, and laughed to beat hell with me when I'd think I'd made a funny.  She had a car, so she'd pick me up and drive me fifteen miles out of town to buy me the best snow cone on the coast, or we'd go riding around and pick out a car at random and just follow it (yes, there may have been some sort of BUZZ going at the time, but it was FUN) everywhere it went to see how paranoid we could make the driver, then as they'd pull into a driveway, we would sail past, congratulating each other on how cool we were.  It still amazes me that we were never arrested.

We went to different colleges, but kept contact through letters-the old fashioned kind, where you sat down with a pencil or pen and wrote stuff down on paper without editing it fifteen times (although an erasure here and there was acceptable) before you hit send i.e. stuck it in an envelope and put a stamp on it and high tailed it to the post office to stick it in a mailbox.  We didn't see each other much, but we still talked about getting an apartment together when we were done with school.

My life took a different direction, however.  I was too young at 16 to go off to school with no supervision, and I wasted a lot of opportunities and advantages I had, and was back home and working before my sophomore year was over.  When she came home from school, she found a tiny little house and made it her own, the first in a series of little Dar houses, which were to be my refuge for the next several years, through a few boyfriends and my first marriage.  She was always there for me and never judged me, even when I kept going back to my abusive husband knowing that he was not going to-that he couldn't-change.  I was so needy back then, it amazes me that she stuck by me.  She was at the hospital when my oldest son was born, and was so proud you'd have thought she'd just had him herself.  

There came a point, though, where she did some soul searching and realized that though I wasn't trying to, unwittingly I was holding her back, and she decided that she needed to leave the area.  She moved to Florida, found another little Dar house, and set up housekeeping there.  Again, we kept in touch through letters, but pretty much ten years passed before we saw each other again, at my second wedding.

We've always had one of those friendships where we can just pick right up where we left off even if years had passed, and that was the case here.  For the next-holychitcanthisberight?-SEVENTEEN YEARS-we saw each other sporadically, sometimes several times in a month, sometimes once every two or three years.  We were both working, and between work, kids and husband, I just didn't do too much socializing or working on relationships other than my family's.  But this past year, since I've been 'retired', we have rekindled our friendship and we are right back where we started out. BFFFL's.

She is a great friend.  She knows that when the Innocent Bystander is home, he is always going to take priority, and she knows he is high maintenance.  And she knows I am unreliable under the best of circumstances.  She still seems to heart me, though, warts and all.

She invited me over last month when the IB was doing a 'drink till we puke' night with a friend of his.  This was shortly after I'd started this blog (when I was doing my initial pondering of ethical blogging), and I told her I'd come, but that I had some things I wanted to talk to her about.  She knew I was blogging by this point-PlungerGirl had just taken pity on me and given me my first break and Dar was as excited as I was, if not moreso.

I got to the Mole Hole (as she calls her dark, cold but everso comfy apartment) in the late afternoon and she had already gone all Martha Stewart on my ass.  She had the bar outside by the pool set with purty plates and napkins, had steaks marinating, taters cooking and a fire laid out in her firepit for later in the evening.  She always makes these wonderful big girl drinks full of fresh fruits and veggies, and on this particular evening she'd crafted us some very tasty bloody marys to go with our dinner.  We had a lovely meal, then went out and lit the fire as darkness started to fall.

I started out talking about how excited I was that someone was at least reading this crap and about how writing has taken over my entire brain.  I told her about how my mind has been wandering in the middle of conversations, and about how you never could tell if I was really paying attention anymore or if I was toying with words in my head and just nodding and making polite little I'm listening noises.  Then I got to the meat of the matter.

I said "You know, this blog has taken a different turn than I intended.  I've already talked to the Unit (at that point, he had not yet put his foot down about his 'handle') about it, and he doesn't have a problem with me talking about things like our sex life.  But you know, you are a big part of my life, and you know that eventually I'm going to want to talk about you.  Are you going to have a problem with that?"  She kind of looked at me sideways and said "What do you mean?"  I said "Well, the sexuality issue for one thing.  I mean, you're not going to get pissed off if I out you or anything, are you?"  She got very quiet and thought about it for a minute, looked deep into my eyes across the fire, and said "Honey, there is nothing you can say that enough money and weed won't fix."  Then she perked up and said "Hey, I can be your Gayle."  I looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face and she said "You know, Oprah's best friend, Gayle King?  I can be your Gayle."

Now is that a friend, or what?





10 comments:

Maggie, Dammit said...

I love this.

She sounds completely awesome.

Are you going to change her handle from Purv to Gail? Just a suggestion. ;)

darsden said...

rotflmao...all true ...truedat.. except I really have to thank you for not mentioning exactly how much of a purv I am...

my word verification is Forker...Hahahahahah trudat

Pearl said...

Excellent. Finally got to meet the Purv. Congratulations on having such a wonderful friend. They're rare!
Pearl

gnomespeak said...

I love that she named herself your Gail. Awesome. Indeed, everyone has one and if they don't, I feel for them.

Braja said...

What post? I just can't get over the "Useless Information" box on the right sidebar of your blog that tells me the first sitcom couple ever to share the same bed on a regular basis was Lily and Herman Munster. I loved that goddamned show. And how do they KNOW THIS CRAP????

derfina said...

maggie-she IS awesome, and this post did not do her justice-like I said-Cliffnotes version. As far as the handle goes, she chooses to call herself Purv-I truly don't think it fits her. But Oprah/Gail? Lucy and Ethel would be more like it.

dar-I'm with Maggie on this one. Ya know how the Unit fits Johnny better than the IB? You may wanna rethink this one. *wink*

pearl-she is rare-like a precious jewel.

gnome-I feel for anyone who doesn't have a Dar of their own. I wish I was HALF the friend to her that she's always been to me.

braja-is the j pronounced as a j sound, or more like an h? Just curious. I'm like that. Hence, the Useless Knowledge box-learn something new every day. My favorite Munsters character was Spot (who lived under the stairs, 'member?)

darsden said...

okeedookee...take a vote...let your viewers decide.. you know I will roll with you no matter whacha call me as long as ya call me... LIKE YA MAMA!!!

Rebecca Hickman said...

She's very pretty.

robinrobyn said...

Is a Gail pal anything like a Gal pal? Hmmm, "I" might be missing the fun! Great Photo Darlene!

derfina said...

dar-^arched eyebrow^ (note that is just ONE eyebrow!

becca-she is, isn't she?

robyn-^^Groucho eyebrows^^