Monday, September 12, 2005

My birdies...

I have been told that I collect them.

My little lost birds.

I've met quite a few through the blogosphere, and the "sensitive cancer chick" in me thrives on nurturing them, restoring them to health, and turning them back in to the wild.

I am high as a damn kite from a recent success story.

Without going in to too many details....

I met this total sweetheart who had lost a bit of their confidence. I didn't do much. Mostly just listened, made a few suggestions, tried to change their focus....

And now...

I can feel the happiness and confidence leaping off my computer screen from their emails to me.

So, though I am a little sad that this particular little bird doesn't need me anymore, I am so damn proud I can't stop giggling.

So, here's to you, my dear friend.

"Times Like These"By Foo Fighters

6 comments:

W. S. Cross said...

Like the music! Found you at Fred & Wilma's. Thanks for sharing. Perversity rules!

Blondage said...

LOL W.S.! Being a perv is definitely fun.....

:)

alix said...

so, do we now address you as Dr. Dooalot?
(as opposed to Dr. Doolittle...get it?)

Blondage said...

ROFLMAO Alix!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

No no, the birdy doesn't feel as if he doesn't need you, swear to God. Things are going where he thinks they should, and you were part of getting him where he needed to be. And the birdy will always be thankful toward you, and value you and your friendship for as long as he lives. Trust me.

Blondage said...

*wide grin*

Thanks Birdy.

Call me damnit!

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