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When FRIENDS Have Babies

What do so many of us have in common?  Surely not all of us….but, many of us?

I’m guessing that, like me, many of you spent 30 minutes each week for 10 solid years hanging out with friends.   And, by “friends”, I really mean FRIENDS….as in the television show.

From September 22, 1994 to May 6, 2004 I tuned in for 30 minutes of serious bonding with Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, and Joey.  Good times.

Say what you will, but I’m not going to lie, I think we should all consider ourselves lucky if we are able to say that we have friendships in our lives as strong as theirs.   And, yes, I do realize that they were merely television actors…

But, fresh out of college when we first “met” I loved getting to know them.  I loved watching their ups and downs…while laughing, crying, wishing, hoping, wanting, wondering…you name it.  We should all have a “Chandler” or a “Rachel” or a “Ross” or a “Phoebe” that we treasure in our lives.

So, if…like me…you were tuning in during that decade, you may remember when Ross and Rachel had a baby.  An adorable little baby girl named Emma.  But…did you know that Emma was played by not one but two adorable little girls named Cali and Noelle.   AND….that Callie and Noelle have all sorts of Cape Ann roots.

They are the stunning, funny, generous, smart, talented, kind, and polite 13 year old daughters of Geoff Sheldon and Gretchen Carpenter.  While they now live out in California, Geoff hails from Rockport.  And nothing beats 4th of July week when they all usually make their pilgrimage home!

My own warm fuzzies about Geoff began the night I was introduced to him and my future husband on Christmas Eve back in 1998.  Ironically, smack in the middle of the FRIENDS years.  Little did I know when I met Geoff that night that I’d marry the guy he was out celebrating Christmas with….and that he and his beautiful wife would later boast to sharing custody of their daughters with Jennifer Aniston and David Schwimmer. Well, you know, kind of.  And then there’s “Aunt Heather”.  When Heather isn’t out being amazing on horseback….she can be found in all of her gorgeous glory making Halibut Point Restaurant and even better place to be!

So, how fun to read this article yesterday!

This is What Baby Emma Looks Like Now

Photo Courtesy of Reddit

Photo Courtesy of Reddit

Also pretty cool is…

The twins made #11 of this Hollywood List:

Top 20 TV Baby Births of All Time

 

 

Old Friends

I attended my 25th High School Reunion on Saturday night.

I graduated from Hamilton-Wenham back in 1989, and while I attended college in Virginia and have been fortunate enough to travel a good bit, I haven’t roamed far in regards to my permanent address.  From Hamilton, to Gloucester, to Rockport.  And, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, I get together with High School friends periodically and bump into plenty while out and about, but I haven’t had a good, long night of skipping down Memory Lane and laughing (and laughing and laughing) in far too long.

It’s funny how you don’t realize how much you miss a time in your life and the people you shared it with until you have the opportunity to be in their light again. I had such an amazing time on Saturday and left with such warm fuzzies for how lucky we all were to be such a force in each other’s lives for a number of years. It was so perfect to pick up conversations right where they left off 10, or 15, or 20…or even 25 years ago.

Lots of what we did was giggle, and blush, and piece together fragmented memories of stories that took several of us to unravel.  Who did what? Where? No!  Oh, that’s right! Was I there? Were you there?  And so on.  But then, another thing we did, was share our grown-up selves with each other.  We swapped parenting stories.  Talked about education.  We offered advice.  We shared our losses….our illnesses.  Our highs and lows.  I laughed with old friends….while reveling in my admiration for the grown ups they’ve become.

I get corny that way, for sure.

And tonight I’m finding myself missing them the same way I did that September morning back in 1989 as I left Hamilton to head off and away to college.

With the maiden name of Wadsworth, I’m a bit biased to the poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, but I thought of this poem when I woke up this morning.

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Crosby, Stills, and Nash concerts at Great Woods will always be some of my favorite high school memories….this song always takes me right back to a really phenomenal group of friends.

 

 

 

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.

One of my best friends in the entire world has a penis.

I could stop this post there and assume you know what I’m getting at…but, for fear you’ll misinterpret my meaning, I’ll go on.

One of my very best friends is a boy.

That may not seem blog worthy to you, but as of late I’ve been wondering how many others out there have a best friend of the opposite sex.

This friend and I have been close for almost 20 years and he means the world to me.  I’m not going to lie, in the very beginning we toyed with the idea of being more than friends, but never much did.

One night, a few years into our friendship, we were out together on Christmas Eve and he introduced me to the man who is now my husband of 13 years and the father to our two sons.

My friend is still an amazing friend and I treasure his presence in my life in ways that are kind of hard to explain.  I know he’d do anything for me and he’s brutally honest in ways that are totally refreshing.  He’s one of the most generous people people I’ve ever met…and the laughing that comes when we’re together is priceless to me.  Really, truly, priceless.

He goes away for long periods of time for work and we go months (or even longer) without seeing each other, but when he comes home I’m beyond thrilled to see him.  Through the years he’s had a fair share of long term relationships….and I’ve met them all.  Some embraced me as his good friend, sometimes realizing that befriending me was as a hall pass of sorts….some didn’t quite understand and never much liked me.  Bygones.

My husband is supportive (well, maybe tolerant is a better adjective) because I think he really understands that this friendship is something that I need and cherish…even if I can’t so eloquently explain why.  But, I am well aware, it is a luxury that he is tolerant as most others raise an eyebrow and find it more than a bit strange.

Sometimes I understand why others find it strange….sometimes I don’t.  To be blunt, the fact that he has a penis doesn’t mean I’m going to see it any more than the fact that my girlfriends having boobies and a vagina means that I’m going to be seeing those.  I have plenty of girlfriends whose private parts I’ve certainly never seen.  Right?

So, I ask you, can men and women just be friends?  When Harry Met Sally tells us “no”, but I think “yes”.

Comment please if you do indeed (or ever have had) a good friend of the opposite sex and take the poll to add your opinion.

I Guess That Means We Gotta Hug

So last night we closed down this bar in central Ybor City after consuming a couple of pitchers of margaritas.

There was a guy with a guitar singing along side us and he says toward the end of the night- “Make sure you take care of your waitresses and bartenders”

Just as he said that our very nice young buxom waitress rolls up to our table to presumably ask if we want a refill or whatnot but before she could say anything the Rabbit (the chubby guy in the foreground of the picture) says to her- “The guy says we’re supposed to take care of you so I guess this means we gotta hug.”

Nice Rabbit! :)

For the record she didn’t bite.

I Guess That Means We Gotta Hug, originally uploaded by captjoe06.

 

Ferg’s-Across the Street From Tropicana Field

This joint serves buckets of beer and baskets of wings for short money. Outdoors with a dj playing and a ton of tv’s it’s a huge party before the game. You really don’t even need to go into the ballpark to get a feeling for Tampa Ray baseball nation. Just about everyone in here is sporting Rays jerseys and caps.
I was surprised that I didn’t see more Red Sox caps but I guess when the Sox have been playing like they have and the home team is in first place all those transplants from up north switch who they root for-sad.

Ferg’s is THE SPOT to hit before the game if you’re ever down here though. The place is jumping on game days.

We scalped tickets for $10 and culd basically sit anywhere we wanted to up and down the first and third base lines or the outfield

Devil Rays Game Yesterday With The Boys

Tropicana Field is everything that Fenway is not

New, easy peasy parking, they have a giant tank in the outfield where you can pet rays. Could you imagine if someone suggestedthat they put a huge tank in right field at Fenway full of codfish? yeah, that’s gonna go over big.

There were lots of fans who seemed really into it. Nothing like there Fenway though with over half the ballpark empty. Across the street