Tired of fighting with blogger

Which keeps deleting my posts.

So I moved.

http://waynetterenee.typepad.com/this_is_me_now/

Where I've been

In the hospital, because I have a kidney stone. So if you could spare a little time to say or prayer or send me some good wishes, I'd really appreciate, because I still don't feel good.

Trying to make up for my blog neglect

by posting a pretty cool storyboard. 

Things that are awesome

In no particular order:

-I love my job. I work with children, for a group working to get rid of poverty. I adore the people I work it. It sounds cheesy, but what I do is pretty rewarding.

-Things with J are going very, very well. A lot of crazy stuff had to happen to get us to this point, and I still have my doubts about it lasting, but right now things are really good.

-I'm losing weight. Without even trying, which is extra awesome. I put on my jeans for the first time in a few weeks for casual Friday today, and they're really loose. Yay.

-Today's payday!

Turn and face the strange

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Since the last time I posted, I went on vacation, started a new full time job that I love, and started dating my brunch boy, something that's been brewing for years in one way or another. All of which really deserves a longer update, but I only have a few minutes here.

The Ballad of Brunch Boy and Verbage Girl

The forum blog post challange this week was to post about the qualities you want in a friend and the ones you have as a friend, which got me thinking. The people that I've thought I would become close to, generally haven't ended up being the ones who have become my close friends, so I don't know that I really know what to look for in a friend. Which got me thinking about Brunch Boy or J or whatever you'd to call him.

We had class together, years ago. We kind of gravitated to each other, started talking before class and during class and after class and hanging out all the time, along with his best friend. We got closer. We became best friends, basically. I don't know that there's a lot to explain, a lot to tell. We get each other, on some basic, instinctual level. We click. He's the person I can tell anything to. I call him in the middle of the night when I need something, even if what I need is jsut somebody to listen to me ramble and try to figure out my life. He makes me laugh. He teaches me so much. He takes care of me, and sometimes I take care of him. It's easy and it's complicated and it's simple and it's hard, all at once, most of the time. My relationship with him has been one of the most defining things in my life, he's a big part of why I'm me. I love him. In a way that's big and scary and simple and unchanging, I couldn't stop if I wanted to. He's stuck with me.

Sorry

I know I haven't been around. I've just been dealing with some stuff. Still hanging out with J most of the time. Leaving for vacation in a few days, so I won't really be around until September.

I'll try to update again before I go. The problem is everything I should write about makes me exhuasted to even think about.

Thanks for all the kind toughts. I miss you guys like crazy.