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Friendly Lessons

By: Red Velvet

I’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately about the importance (and awesomeness) of having a group of best friends.  I’ve written about the same thing myself  on here and how grateful I am to have the ones I currently do.  But it got me thinking about my high school days and all the “bad” friends I had to go through before finding people I really connected with.  It even crossed my mind while out to dinner with my best friends last week.  It’s funny to think but I probably wouldn’t have these girls in my life if it weren’t for those awful experiences.  They taught me a lot about myself and who I should consider a friend, much less a “best friend”.  
 
My first experience with a friendship ending wasn’t about me so much.  It was about two girls I had also gone to grammar school with and for reasons I don’t even remember, one person didn’t like the other anymore.  I, being in the middle, had to choose a side.  So I did… and I’m still friends with that person to this day.  I can’t say I regret the choice, all things considered, but it probably could’ve been (and should’ve been) handled a lot differently.  

Lesson learned:  While it all worked out, real friends wouldn’t make you choose between them.

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Throwback Thursday: When It’s Least Expected

Funfetti and I were having an interesting conversation this morning about guys from our past (who coincidentally, happen to have the same name!) and thought her blog, When It’s Least Expected, would be the perfect pick for today’s throwback.  Enjoy!

I’ve written about him before, and I’m sure this won’t be the last time. Unfortunately for us all, some of my best writing is about this individual.

I kind of hate that. So this is why I bring him up, yet again. In November, I received an awesome text from him asking if I thought proposing to his girlfriend on Christmas was cliche (after I picked my jaw up from the ground thinking WHY IS HE ASKING ME OF ALL PEOPLE THIS VERY SACRED QUESTION, I told him I did.) Later, I find out he is looking for a ring and is preparing to propose on Christmas Eve. Excellent, glad my advice meant so much to him.

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Thursday Throwback: The Wonder Years (& our first guest post!)

Here we are at Thursday again! This week went pretty fast for me, actually, and I hope that it’s moving along the same for you! One more day until the weekend - hooray! Anyway, this week’s choice as a throwback is not from that long ago, but I couldn’t resist to post it again because A) it was our first guest post B) S’more did an awesome job collaborating with Red Velvet on the Mood Music blog last week and C) The writing is too great to pass up. First a little preview:

Watching television was not a family activity in my house. My parents actually had a TV in every room (including the kitchen) so being as there was only four of us, television was more of a solo activity. However, every once in awhile, there were certain shows that would draw us into the living room and one of those shows was The Wonder Years. We mostly watched the reruns that ran in syndication, but it was rare for a family that didn’t even take their meals together to be sitting for more than 10 minutes in one room. And I really think it was because this show spoke to each member of my family in a different way.

Without further ado, here is one of the blogs in our TV Show Time Machine series: The Wonder Years.

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Not Like Mother, Like Daughter

By: Red Velvet

My mom has never liked the idea of me moving out.  If she had it her way, I’d live at home forever.  And if/when I get married, it’d be expected that she would move in with me or vice-versa.  To which I say, hell no! (I’ll buy her a house next door. I need at least a full house of separation from her.)  My relationship with my mom has never been easy.  Not that she doesn’t love me or that I don’t love her - we just don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.  I never really felt like she knew or understood me all that well.  Maybe it’s because we were raised in two different cultures, the huge age (and generational) gap between us or merely our different personalities.  I don’t know. I just know we clash often.  But to get a better grasp on the two of us, I need to tell you more about her (and then me).
 
She was born in the Philippines to two college-educated, working parents (somewhat of a rarity back then) and is the 3rd oldest of 7 siblings.  She was my grandfather’s pet as my grandma often likes to say (I was his favorite grandchild too) and extremely sheltered.  She grew up in a strict household and was never alone (her brothers and/or the maids accompanied her everywhere).  So it was a surprise to me that she was the first in our family to make the move to the United States in her late 30s.  All by herself. But she missed her parents and asked them to move to the US to live with her.  And they did.  They all lived in an apartment in Elmhurst, NY, where she eventually met my dad.  They got married after 6 months (first marriages for both of them) and had me a year later.  It was kind of a miracle for them, given how old they were.  I’m their one and only baby.  

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Sharing the love…

It’s Thursday everyone! Yayy! Red Velvet & I just wanted to share two fun reads with you this morning. They are in perfect rhythm with our current series, XOXO. Hope everyone had a nice Valentine’s Day (if you so choose to celebrate it)!

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• Memorable Romantic TV Moments
• 25 Great “I Love Yous” from Entertainment Weekly

And just because we miss Life Unexpected like crazy…

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