The Big Switch

SO.....a lot of people are switching over to wordpress and I got the itch. I'm all about improving my blogging experience and this seems to be the upgrade of the year. Only I can't figure it out. I loved the drag and drop of blogger, it made my life so much more simple. And I can't import THIS blog to THAT blog. I tried...a few times and nothing happened. Maybe I just need to be more patient? If that is true then I have to ask; are all my relationships (real life and apparently internet sites as well) going to require this much patience for the rest of my life? I've always said I lacked patience but lately I thought I was doing well; until this dammed wordpress switch. I want my bright green background and I want my limes. I want all my posts and all my comment. I don't want a brand new blog I want THIS blog, but on THAT site. Apparently on a lazy Sunday afternoon that is too much to ask for. Dammit all!

The good things that happened on this lazy weekend are few. I was annoyed and grumpy all of Friday night. I went to bed alone and early. Saturday started off no better. I ended up in the ER for the mother of all mother flare ups. The attending physician (a man) could tell I was antsy; my records there show my history of female doctors. I TOLD him I prefer a female doctor. He gave me a list of specialists and said that to find a female doctor in this field I'd have to travel and hour. Damn this state where women don't work! Damn them all to hell!!!

After a few hours worth of napping I felt a bit better. I lounged around the very empty apartment, took a long shower, made a breakfast dinner, and headed out to a sad version of a Cinco De Mayo party only to find out that it wasn't starting until after the basketball games. By that time I was hitting my last leg for the night and was itching to be in bed next to him. I was annoyed that he hadn't come over Friday but not so annoyed that I wouldn't make an effort.

Apparently his party was much more successful than mine and I came home to a drunken, staggering, cigarette smoking man. I rolled us into his bed; he with the thoughts of closing off the night with a little special attention and me with the knowledge that he was much to drunk to preform on any level whatsoever. All was made up for the next morning and we spent a couple hours after, snuggling, and feeling our legs blend together. I'm addicted to my special spot on his arm and could spend hours kissing him and running my fingers across his skin. Yes, I'm in that far but not so far that his occasional laziness bothers me. And his snoring has yet to drive me off the edge of insanity. I wonder, at times, if we will ever get to that point; if I will ever look at him and not find him to be the most incredibly sexy man ever. If I will ever have a night when I don't want to feel him encasing me with his arms while we sleep. These are all questions only time will answer I suppose. Time or Tarot cards. Hmmmm....