Ghosting

So what’s extremely cool is that, due to a hacker invasion of the server, my site was down this morning.  And you people went apeshit.  That made me feel good.  But to calm your overfrazzled nerves.. I am here, I am fine, and I am woman.  Hear me roar.

I hope that, in some of your obviously copious spare time, you browsed other blogs and met other new people.  I know I did.  I had fun, too.  I love good writers.  They make my day worth living.  I mean, the surveys are fun, and short posts are all well and good (because we ALL like a quickie every now and then), but REAL writers make you feel like you either connected with or learned something from what you just read.  Sometimes I read online content and just get angry at myself for reading it.  I think, "Man, I just wasted two minutes of my life on this drivel.. and for nothing."  Great writers have a way of bringing compassion, humor, and life to what they write.  And I think it takes a certain bit of self-deprication.  Writers who feel they lead flawless lives bore me.  Terribly.

E found a good one the other day.. and he is hysterical.  Had he lived here, he would be an honorary Wilde Chick. 

I’m glad we have some new Book Club members!  We should open it up.  I think it should include extraordinary women, age notwithstanding.  Because, no matter how crappy I feel that day or what has happened, hanging out with other amazing women ALWAYS fixes it.  It lets you know that you’re not alone, that someone has gone through it before you, and that you’ll come out on the other side okay. 

So we ARE going to Jasper tomorrow.  We’re having lunch at Grandma Comer’s, then going to see the Dutton side of the family, and then going to Uncle Terry’s to get the globe.  Like how I wrote that.. like any of that means anything to me?  I’m just along for the ride.

And what a ride it shall be.

The Cook, who is friends with both my father AND Bryan, says I need to stop asking questions.  That things are set to happen without me having to know about it.  Which is good, because I had to tell Bryan last night that I really DON’T want every detail.. some of it can be a surprise.  I don’t need to know what knee he’s planning on using, you know?

He’s just a hopeless romantic, God love him.

But a damn good kisser.

Today is moving so slowly.  I’m leaving early today so I can go home and shower, shave, and look half-way presentable when Bryan and I have our date night.  It’s been such an incredibly stressful week at work that I’m okay if it’s a low-key night.  Maybe just a walk with the dogs.  Can I tell you how much I love doing that together?  That’s probably my favorite activity.  It kills so many birds with one stone.

THE WINGS AWARDS ARE TUESDAY NIGHT!  I had to remind Bryan last night.  I was so proud of him for taking care of our invites, though.  I don’t know how dressy to go.. as we were WAAAAY overdressed last year (we went formal, and apparently, the dress code curve is sliding severely.. we some people there in JEANS).  Basically, I know that A) my hair should be out of my face, B) I should be comfortably dressed, so I can stumble about with ease, and C) I should not look so nice as to give the presumption that I take these things seriously.  Even Bryan, who was so serious during the "Noah" awards, complained about going this year.  Said he didn’t want to go last year either, but someone paid his way. 

Last year’s Wings were a fun (and trying) event.  Delle was a piece of work last year.. she was SOOOO mad at her date.  I skipped the date entirely so I could flirt with all of the men.  We both excel at whatever we set our mind to.

Damn "Pop" still has our Wings Award for Cell Block Tango. 

At least they make stiff drinks at the VBC.

::sigh:: I miss my site.  Back to browsing.