On Friday night, my husband and I went to a wine tasting sponsored by our church. The church has many “small groups” of people that share a common interest to promote fellowship among the members. We went there knowing a handful of people. By knowing, I mean, we had a conversation at church with them for a few minutes. I actually only knew one other person, but I hadn’t talked to her in a few months.

Although it sounds intimidating to enter a room of strangers for a party, we felt very welcomed. Already, we had a common bond – actually two, if you add the church – so starting conversations was pretty easy. As the night moved on, and the wine flowed, we learned a few things about the other members and everyone shared their best stories. We had a lot of laughs and left there talking about how much we enjoyed ourselves.

Two nights later, we spent the evening with friends and neighbors that we have known since we moved here. We walked into that house like Norm on Cheers. We know their stories, their families, and their kids, as they know ours. Our conversations seem to pick up from the last time we were together – How is your mom doing? How was your job interview? How is your daughter doing on the project at school? We have shared countless good times with these friends and can always count on them.

A year and a half ago, I started a new bunco in my neighborhood consisting of friends of mine that didn’t all know each other. These women were all willing to make new friends, listen to new stories and share some of their own. I am proud to say that these woman bonded and have formed friendships outside of bunco. They started with their common bonds – kids go to same school district, friend of mine – and built from there.

I continue to make new friends through my kids activities and my blogging and reconnect with old friends through Facebook. I have people from my life BC (before children) that I am still friends with today. Our common bonds have changed some, but now we share a history. When asked why I seek new friends all the time, I told them it is because people are interesting and have a story to tell.

So I ask, can you really have too many friends?


Last night my daughters and I watched Julie and Julia – at least part of it. We started watching it at 8:00 and at 9:15, I told them it was time for bed. After watching the movie for awhile, my 9 year old daughter asked me if Julia was special needs. Honestly, I don’t know. I think she was more eccentric. I told my daughter that this was a movie about a foodie and a writer, just like her and her sister. She said, no, it was just like me and my husband – the writer and the foodie. I consider myself both.

Since I recently started my blog, I could relate to her questions whether anyway was reading her blog or if she was just sending her thoughts into cyberspace. I hope I will have some followers soon, too.

I went to the library yesterday. I love the library. It is my place to refuel. It is full of book lovers, like myself. Students come in to work on projects and meet with friends. Parents are there with their children picking out a large stack of books to be devoured in the first night. The library is the great equalizer. The homeless and the employed sit side by side at the computers. The young children and the senior citizens both need help with the automatic checkout. The high school partier looks for CD’s across from the orchestra teacher. It is the one place in the world where you can be alone and no one wonders why. It is my happy place.

I went looking for books about blogging. I found two that looked interesting and were written recently. I am also looking at other blogs for ideas. I actually have two blogs – this one and one about my journey as a writer called Journey of the Dream . I am doing one in Blogspot and one in WordPress to figure out which one I like more. Check it out.

While you are checking that out, feel free to check out my book selections at Goodreads.com. The widget is on the other blog until I figure out how to put it here. The link is Pam’s Good Reads.