I’m a writer.
I’m a friend.
I’m a daughter.
I’m a corporate-workin’ woman.
and yes, I’m alive!
As I was cleaning this afternoon, I found an old diary. Touching its sumptuous velvety back reminded me of the secrets kept inside.
I smiled as turned the combination—I couldn’t wait to catch up with my teenage self.
*pushes button*
What the deuce?! Turns out my 26-year-old self forgot how to open it!
I googled. I hammered. I pried. Looks like my secrets are safe for another day …
Dear Xanga,
I am writing this letter to officially warn announce that I am fully returning to Xanga, effective January 4th, 2009.
It had been brought to my attention that my recent performance on Xanga was less than satisfactory. I submitted my notice of absence last December, but I’m sure it got lost in the filing. I apologize for any confusion or inconvenience this may have caused.
Unfortunately, I was sick with an extended case of Real Lifitis—a disease that causes a temporary allergic reaction to the computer—and couldn’t maintain proper function for more than a few minutes at a time. I underwent a highly experimental procedure—commonly referred to as a Jentervention—and am now well enough to resume my duties in full.
I appreciate your patience and understanding of my situation through this difficult time. I promise I won’t let you down.
Sincerely,
BarelyJen
Husband and I took our time getting to know one another. We enjoyed a few years of dating before an almost-as-long engagement. In time, we would come to know just about everything about one another. He learned all my quirks and phobias, and I knew what he ate on the first day of third grade (No, it wasn’t paste).
Our wedding day was magical, and the wedding night … divine. (We just played cards. Heh.) After we snuggled under the covers, I paused. What’s this?! Cold air? Movement? Where’d my blankets go?!
No, I’m not gay.
But if I were, would that really have been a bad thing? Would you stop reading me? Blast my page with negative thoughts? Why?
I’ve always been very open-minded—and very protective—of my gay, lesbian, bi-sexual and transgendered friends. So, when I hear sentiments like “is that the gay?” come out of someone’s mouth, I cringe. The gay? They’re not second-class citizens. Just because they’re not like you doesn’t mean they’ve become gender-neutral. How about is SHE gay? Is HE gay?
Shake their hand, you won’t catch it. Stop eyeing my co-worker suspiciously—I promise she’s not in to you. So she was born a man … she’s obviously got enough going on without your judgments adding to the pile. Continue reading
My scariest nightmare: husband dies. The end.
I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited – In Theaters January 30th.
1. Taking road trips alone suck. You are stuck driving the entire distance by yourself, with no one to talk to. BUT you can also rock out to your girly pop music and not get bitched at.
2. Sleeping alone sucks. There’s no one to cuddle with, and most times, you’re stuck on a way-too-small-for-one-person bed. BUT you don’t have anyone stealing the covers or accidentally whomping you in the face at 2 a.m.
3. Watching movies back-to-back suck. Not only does your neck stick in that awkward craning position, but you find yourself filling up on popcorn for dinner. BUT catching up on new-to-me movies puts me back in the pop culture know.
4. Seeing your family’s half-deconstructed home sucks. The rooms you remember are gone, left only with exposed wires, studs and insulation to stare at. BUT the smile on your mom’s face and the promise of her dream home almost being done is worth it.
5. Cold weather sucks. Yeah, no negative/positive here … it is what it is.
It was great to see my family and get away from it all for a few days. Yes, I missed my husband (and computer) terribly, but it’s always reassuring that I can survive without both … if only for a day or two.
Today’s email from husband made my day:
See, the world isn’t over yet. Your creator is still alive. All Hail Steve Jobs!
With Sarcasm and love,
Alex
Steve’s no dummy. I applaud him taking this time to be with his family, and I’m personally quite happy to hear his weight loss appears to stem from a rather strange but reversible affair. While the keynote will be odd without him, let’s hope this puts a little water on the doomsayers out there. Steve’s not going anywhere just yet—so everyone relax this week and enjoy the spectacle at Macworld.
