My Friend Don

Remember when I had time to blog? And I did it all the time? I miss my blogging time. So remember when I started my new position at the Boys Group Home? And people started putting my picture on milk cartons? Apparently I went missing. I'm still not sure I've been found. But anyway, when I first started, all my co-workers hated me. I was pretty confident that they all wanted to stab me in my sleep, especially Don. He hated me like hate was the new 31 Flavor Ice Cream and everyone had to have a taste. Hate...........Me............Tons. Sad times. Well, Don has been on vacation this last week. He went to Boston to meet his 2 half sisters that he has never met before. He was extremely excited. So I was extremely excited to hear how the vacation went and to hear all about his sisters. So I got to work yesterday and walked into the office and he was there with Erin, Allyson and Kate. And as I walked through the door I had this fluffy brown thing tossed at me. And Don says "Here I just wanted to give you something for being so nice to me". Now I was completely taken off guard by this statement and by the cute Boston Brown Bear I was holding in my hands. Things have gotten so much better than those first 2 months I started with the boys, and I've come to not only appreciate Don but depend on him for so many things. But did I really expect to receive a Boston Bear from him that he picked up on his vacation? NO WAY!! My three co-workers were a bit shocked and impressed. And when they said something to Don he said "She does a lot of nice things for me, she's my really good friend". It took almost 3 hours to pick me up off the floor. So I'm happy to say, that I have a new friend! And I never would have believed it would be Don! And in true friendship I wanted to let Don know how much I appreciated him and his friendship, so we took the boys to a Haunted House this evening and I threw him under the bus! Yep! I made him be my human shield! I made him stand between me and all the crazy freaky psycho clowns. It was a good time had by all! And I'm happy to say, I was not the only one screaming like a little girl, nor was I even the best at screaming like a little girl! Ahh, teenage boys.