Blue Girl Peony Watch 2006 - Day Six

Larry Jones of Revision 99, a newcomer to http://bluegirl.typepad.com, commented recently, writing that I do indeed lead one very exciting life.  I think his exact words were...wait, what do I mean think?  I am the copy and paste champion of the Internets!

Wow, you have a much richer fantasy life then I do.  I need to fix that.

I think Larry was just being kind, seeing that it was my birthday, because I'm not sure anyone could beat his fantasy life.

Larry thinks just because I have a group of imaginery friends that I have a rich fantasy life.  But doesn't everyone have imaginery friends?  One of my earliest memories is from when I was just a wee lass.  My mom was on the phone and I was sitting on the golden shag carpet in our apartment watching H.R. Pufnstuf.  As Witchie Poo was dancing around singing...Oranges, Poranges -- Who Cares!, I overheard my mother say, Well, thank you, Mrs. Doogle!  Yes, she is a very bright and lovely child.  Yes.  I'll tell her.

Honey, Mrs. Doogle says that you are really going places!  She told me to tell you to keep up the good work.

I had no idea who Mrs. Doogle was.  But I liked her.  She was my very first imaginery friend.  And I  would think about her often as I was going places.

Through the years, new imaginery friends joined the group.  There was the one guy who came to our door early one morning trying to sell my mother encyclopedias when I was at school.  I remember my mom telling my dad that night at dinner how obnoxious he was.  But all I could think was, he really cared about my education!  I never forgot about him. 

Then there was that other group of people who came to our house all dressed up one Saturday morning.  I'm not quite sure why my mom shooed them away so quickly.  They were just talking about Jesus and they even gave us stuff to read.  For free!  They were just being friendly.  I never forgot about them.

And through the years, as I grew older, total strangers would call the house to offer us great prices on things I really wanted to buy!  I mean, they actually took the time to let us know things other people didn't know.  How cool was that?

So I happened to think late on Friday afternoon...if all these imaginery friends I've had over the years have enriched my life so, couldn't they do the same for Pink Peony?  I put on my white lab coat and decided to begin another experiment.  You could say this was an experiment within an experiment.  A multi-layered experiment.

I emailed myself a photo of Pink Peony from May 12 and opened the email so she would be visible in the message window.  I figured lots of bloggers and commenters are doing weekendy things and maybe wouldn't have the time to talk to Pink Peony over the weekend.  And since we all know how important it is that she is spoken to regularly, I was hoping that she would get lots of email messages to keep her spirits high.  And just look!  The experiment was a total success.

Pink Peony received 68 messages.  All very kind, offering her discounts on concert tickets, letting her know that there's thousands of dollars available in grants from the government, and others offering low, low interest rates on mortgages.  She even got an email from a guy named Ted Padilla giving her a hot stock tip!

She got one message to let her know that she could get a Rolex watch really, really cheap.  And the person who sent the message ended it with a little story...

...What about the promises?  Keep an eye on the ponies, too.  Beorn may be your friend, but he loves his animals as his children.  Then they knew that Gandalf was going to leave them at the very edge of Mirkwood.  We may meet again before this is over.  That depends on your luck and sense.

She received another email from this one person named Orpha Renick, offering her discounts on a certain drug that only dirty old men should know about.  Pink Peony wasn't fooled.  She knew it was probably just Peony Playa trying to make another move.

Even with that raunchy email, I think all the messages over the weekend did Pink Peony a lot of good.  (Can't really tell?  You just gotta use your imagination.)

I don't know about you, but I do believe Mrs. Doogle would say that Pink Peony is really going places!

Comments

[Kevin Wolf]

I think I see a difference!

[Larry Jones]

I deny saying any of that. Certainly I could not have mixed up the words "then" and "than." But then, it's lucky I have imaginary friends, because it looks like your plant is more popular than me.

Happy Birthday - sorry I missed it. Are you old enough now?

[The Fat Lady Sings]

Hey - I got that Rolex watch one too! Pretty in Pink Peony and I have something in common! I've got an idea - do you think she'd like to come meet my peonies? They're very well behaved; really - and I know they'd like to make new friends. Come check them out at my place - then we can set up a play date!

[Anita]

sometimes i have to wonder which of my friends are imaginary, and which ones are just plain old nightmares! i joke, i joke ... (hopefully none my imaginary of my friends will find me here!!).

anyhoo, blue girl, i have to say, you have such an interesting salon of lovely and interesting folks here ... it's so nice to just pop in and see what's going on.

[Michael Bains]

Recently, my imaginary friends have been totally coolishly gangin' up on my nightmare friends. Thems some great guys, there, I'll tell ya.

This is a Salon, isn't it... That's so cool. lol

(Howdy, Peony girl. Lookin' good, kid! Seems the rain is workin' for You at any rate.)

[DuWayne]

Cor, can't believe I missed this one, I think you are mistaken in thinking everyone has imagineary friends. Sure, many of us idi, a few of us still do (some even have picnics with them and their child's). But most folks likely get over it when they get into adulthood - at least they laim.