You've Got A Friend

I’ve been feeling very selfish lately. Which has me worrying that I’m not as good of a friend as I should be. My closet friends are those I met in college or just after, but since we all spread so far out it’s much harder to stay in touch. Phone calls and emails every couple weeks are about the extent our contact has become. Or the occasional vacation to see each other. I think about this now because I many of those said friends are going through several issues in their own lives that I wish I could help out more and be a better friend.
One of the said friends has been a pilot in the Airforce since we graduated and is currently somewhere in the Middle East, but can’t tell us where he is. He does send out occasional emails and photos with funny stories of something he’s been doing. I especially enjoyed when his whole crew grew appeared to have 70’s style porn mustaches. Or the photo after he shaved his head, the funnier part was the wall behind him is decorated with tons of photos of scantily clad women and then just over his shoulder is a photo of Ponch and John from CHIPS, don’t know why but I’m still confused about that one. I’m sure it would not be a comfort to him that ever since he was transferred to a location that means he’s more involved in the ongoing war effort, I make sure to wake up every Sunday to catch This Week with George Stephanopoulos because they list all the names the Pentagon releases of Americans killed in action. I do so not out of morbid curiosity, but out of hoping not to see his name. Or whenever there is a military plane crash I check every site on-line to make sure it’s not his. He would probably rather get an email just checking in on him or providing him with my latest humorous anecdote. I have picked up the email contact, which goes along with another story I’ll blog about next time.
The others who I know check this blog, I don’t feel right going into their issues but I do wish there was more I could do for them. I wish they knew that if anything were to happen I would be on the first plane out to see them. But since my nature is to try to keep things on the light side through humor and all around goofiness, I don’t think I let them know enough how much I care for them and worry for them. I can only hope that they know me so well that they get what I’m doing.
Well, I think I’ve whined enough for today. Sorry for the self-pity party, just some thoughts I had that I wanted to get down. Until later my lovelies, here’s a stupid joke someone sent me:
WHAT DOES A KISS TASTE LIKE?
One day a teacher had a taste test with her students.
She picked a little boy to do the first test.
She blindfolded him, put a Hershey kiss in his mouth and asked, “Do you know what it is?”
“No, I don’t”, said the little boy.
“Okay, I’ll give you a clue. It’s the thing you daddy wants from your mommy before he goes to work.”
Suddenly a little girl at the back of the room yelled, “Spit it out! It’s a piece of ASS!”