These are a few of the Post Its I found while cleaning off my desk today.  I do this, scribble furiously when a snippet comes to me, tuck it way to be expounded on later.  I’m not in the mood to expound and to be honest the stories behind each are probably better left untold.  The theme in the pile I gathered today appears to be boys.  These are three very different boys, and I have to love them for very different reasons.

• He told me this was a night I would never forget.  I knew he was right.  Sometimes you have these moments, even as you’re living them you know they’ll never fade.  Years later and I still know there was a twin bed, The Dreaming Tree, and an earthquake we didn’t feel because we were too busy falling in love.

• How I Know That You Love Me:  When I crawl back onto the couch we’ve been forced to share I’m shivering.  You know I’m always cold.   Without a word you pull the extra blanket off the back of the couch tightly around me.  You settle in next to me to wait for morning and mash your warm feet on top of my ice cold ones. 

• When the phone rings I think I know exactly what he’s going to say.  Boys are forever surprising me.  Why is he apologizing?  He’s right, things did get a bit inappropriate, but I’m not bothered by it.  Isn’t that his point?  He accepts that he doesn’t need to apologize for my sake and still offers to be “better” next time.  We both laugh trying to picture what “better” is going to look like from him.

I have finally finished transferring the archives into wordpress!  Holy crap ya’ll!  It only took two months to get this done, and I am so glad I don’t have this project on my to do list anymore.  (Currently ignoring the three other projects related to this switch to wordpress.  Let me celebrate!)

I would like to thank (or strangle, what ever) Killer for suddenly developing an anxiety** problem and spending all the money I had saved up for my trip to Vegas this weekend.  Without your special brand of crazy I would have had the cash flow to be drinking my face off this weekend instead of staying home to work.  I would also like to aknowledge the poor planning skills that went into us deciding that this weekend, the weekend of 07/07/07, could be the weekend for my first Vegas experience.  Without the lack of forethought we would have been able to find a hotel room!  And finally, big thanks go out to Mug Rootbeer, this last push of archive transfer hell was fueled by your caffeine free but sugary goodness.

*I don’t know why I called you dude.  There are so few people that I’m comfortable calling dude (Um, really?  Just Lindsey.) and I’m pretty sure you’re not one of them.

**Seriously, my cat has anxiety now apparently.  “Changes in her home life” have stressed her out so much that the vet wants her on anti-anxiety medication.  The day that my cat is on anxiety medication before I am?  Well that’s a strange day indeed.  I know she isn’t happy with the amount of time I spend away from home, and when I am here I’m working.  (Killer is needy, have you not met her?)  Look cat, I’m not happy about the schedule either but you don’t see me peeing in the corner of the office, do you?

Just thought I’d check in and let ya’ll know I’m still in the back room wrestling wordpress to the floor while waiting for him to cry for his mommy like a bitch.  Ahem… I’m a little violent.

I’m also going to the gym too many times a week and having the shit kicked out of me by the trainer once a month.  (Aside:  Our SIXTH trainer.  Apparently me and my two girlfriends scare all of these poor guys into quitting their jobs.  Huh, who knew three out of shape, bitchy girls with horrendously dirty senses of humor and no personal filter could do that to a guy?)

I’m also saving all of my money for Vegas.  Baby.  Have we talked about THE List for 2007 over here yet?  No?  Well, there’s this list, THE List, and it’s turned me into a crazy person.  I am very determined to end this year feeling like I did something, unlike last year where I could only remember spending time on my couch.  Alone.  So I’ve created this list of things to accomplish this year.  One of the things on THE List* is Las Vegas because I have never been there.  Do you need a moment to recover?  Everyone else does when I mention that I, a girl who has lived in Phoenix for most of her life, a girl who would never turn down a good time, has never been to Vegas.

So, in between working like a crazy person on this site, conserving all my fun money for vacations, and going to the gym these last few weeks have been eerie.  Unbalanced.  I haven’t seen my two male best friends in weeks, I rarely take pictures, and I don’t even write.   At least this time it’s for a good purpose!

*Funny enough, one of the other things on THE List is to figure out wordpress.  Ha.  I’m over half way done transferring over the archives, but we haven’t even begun to make this place look decent.  That, I’m afraid, is going to be a hair pulling, small object throwing, screaming words the nephews don’t know yet kind of task.  Can’t wait! 

Was that the bell I heard?  Time to wrestle!

What is with all the  all over the place????

 every where!

I don’t even know what  means.

Irritating.  Wordpress - I will make you my bitch. 

(But I’m too easily frustrated to figure out how to get them to work with Wordpress.  And I used to be called a geek!)

I sat in the bathroom while a fly flew in circles.  I giggled to myself as it repeatedly flew face first in to the mirror.  Over and over, crash!  Over and over, giggling.

Until I realized that I do the same thing every day.  Run head first into the wall thinking that I see something on the other side.  Never remembering that I got hurt last time too.

People, I’m not sure what the hell I’ve done here.  I got the bug up my ass to switch hosts in February.  And I did, and then I ignored it for two months.  Sorry?  Busy?

Then I decided that I really needed to get on board with some actual blogging software.  Let’s face it, hand coding everything in Frontpage wasn’t doing anything to save me time.

I’ll pause for a moment as the internet gasps at the absolute rudimentary way I published this website for two years.  Yes, it was more difficult, but I had lots of control and and I learned a lot, and there was a time when I actually had enough free time to do it that way.  Now I eat meals while driving and see my couch only on weekends so it’s time for something simpler.  And no offense Wordpress, but you are SIMPLE baby. 

I’m not a fan of the looks of the place, but I need to focus on getting my archives back online.  Yes, my Frontpage wizardry will require me to transfer all 243 posts by hand.  Urgggggulegurg.  However, in a pure stroke of genius I am preparing to jet off to the great Northern Arizona to relax and take in classic rock band.  Very similar to the vacation I took just after transferring to a new host, and them promptly forgetting about the place.

I promise it will not be another two months before you see me here again.  It will (and can only) get better from here.  In the mean time I toil and sweat to try to return this place to what it once was.  I was very proud of this website, the time I put into it, and the way it reflected me.  Some day I hope to feel that way again.

If you are seeing this and things are a bit wanky around here it means that I was actually successful in transferring my domain to a new host. YAY! I don’t have time to fix the joint up, I’m going to the land of trees and snow and no internet or cell phone service to relax this weekend. But I’ll be back, and it’s safe to say things are going to be changing around here. That’s a good thing. Promise.

My favorite piece of spam from today:

  Dear Beloved,
As you read this, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday.

It’s nice to know that someone is thinking about me, even if he’s pawning the notion that we’re all going to die off as a fresh idea.  Oh, and requesting my bank account information so he transfer me some of his wealth before he goes.

My favorite piece of junk mail from today: 

Dear jenallday.com,
Blah blah blah, time to renew your domain.  Blah.  Blah.  Send us $30.  Thanks.

Okay, maybe that’s not a direct quote, but it wasn’t from the company that I purchase my domain through, so I’ve already ripped it up and thrown it away.  Before I realized it was junk I spent the walk home from the post office thinking about it.  Really, was I willing to pay to renew this domain?  What’s even going on here these days?  I have no idea what direction, if any, this place is going to take.  However, I’m sticking it out, because it seems to be the closest thing to doing what I love, and that’s what this year is all about.  But more on that later*, we’ve got Months in Review to take care of.  Like five of them. Which is not. at. all. daunting.  Holyshit. *cough*

*I really do hope to get around to this place more often, but I don’t even know quite what’s keeping me away.

I’m sick.  It’s been nearly three weeks of coughing and stuffy noses.  And also, there was the fever.

I wasn’t feeling so great the day of Jeff’s birthday.  I tried to believe that it was just lack of vitamins and that I wasn’t drinking enough water.  Also, it was after the holidays, I was surely just run down and tired.  We laid in bed almost the entire day following his birthday, Jeff because of the 20+ shots he’d done the night before, and me because I just wasn’t feeling right.  We managed to crawl upstairs sometime that evening and take in some TV.  I knew something was wrong when I woke up a few episodes of CSI later and realized that I had pulled off my socks, rolled my jeans above my knees, and thrown all four blankets off the couch.  I took one look at Jeff, his shoes on because his toes were cold and an afghan wrapped around his shoulders, and knew I had the plague.  I’m always the cold one.  Ridiculously colder then everyone else.  Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

The next time I woke up, to Jeff asking me if I was still breathing, I burst into tears.  Boys, best friends or not, are very much unskilled at handling the Female Crying Scenario.  All he could do was offer every cold remedy he could think of: soup, drugs, juice.  I vaguely remember sobbing something about not feeling good, and my death being imminent.  Hi, I’m lots of fun when I have a fever!

The next thing I knew it was six in the morning, and I had no idea where I was.  I’d fallen asleep on the couch again, waking up from the alarm going off downstairs.  Just enough life force left in me to stumble downstairs, smack the hell out of that alarm, and fall asleep for another seven hours.  One more wake up crying episode later I managed to drive home.  Not the smartest decision I’ve ever made, driving with a raging fever barely able to keep my eyes open, but let’s face it:  When you’re sick nothing is better then your own couch.

And that’s where I’ve been ever since.  It’s definitely the plague.