For those of you that have been heavy on the site last night and this morning, may have notice an inordinately large amount of what I'll call "Small/Micro Outages". I've been working on tweaking the server all night hoping to reduce the load and fix a few small recurring errors. I did sleep for a couple hours, but basically since about midnight last night I've been "fixing, testing, restarting" in what felt like an endless cycle.

Well, over the last two days I've had two very different conversations with two very different men, and I thought I would share them with you.

First, I had a conversation with one of my neighbors, that started with him asking me how I was doing, and when I said I was hanging in there, he said "not for much longer, right?"

Turns out he was talking about my SRS.

So we had a laugh, and a good conversation on the whole subject and I felt very relieved, because I didnt know how he'd react.

I was just curious about how many people are going to the Southern Comfort Conference this year in September and was wondering if we should have a get together there of all the people from this site who are attending it. This has been done in previous years and it is good way to finally meet some of the people who contribute to and read stories on this site.

Hugs,

JennaFL
BigCloset Topshelf Moderator/Editor

Yesterday, thanks to a challenge that Dorothy Colleen put up, I was able to actually sit down and write. While it was a short 1000plus word story, it really felt good to do so.

Last weekend was the first days off I had taken since before Memorial Day, other then a day to take my son to Vermont to visit a potential college. He will be a senior in high school come September. So writing has been difficult both from a motivation and energy or time.

I appear to have disrupted my connectivity for a bit, until I can put things back together at least.

I apologise for the delay. I stepped on a tack, you see, and spun around, fell flat on my backside, and collapsed my little Internet accessories table.

Nothing serious, aside from embarrassment, but I have to suss out how to work a screwdriver to put the table back together.

Sent, as one says pretentiously, from my handy iPhone.

(and it is awfully handy sometimes, but I can't quite bring myself to post an entire chapter using my thumbs)

TTFN

Got back to the hotel, ate some chips and salsa and worked on the site for an hour or so and fell asleep. I probably would have slept straight through except some guy outside my window about 11:30 couldn't get his car alarm to shut off. Either that or he was stealing a car. I got up to look out the window, my car is still there but by that time, I was awake and hungry so I made a trip down to the snack machines and here I am.

My wife says I'm a "Nerd Girl"

Okay I am seriously disappointed. I wrote "the waiting room" hours ago and aside from Dorothy nobody has made a single comment on it at all.

If it was that bad, even though I was kinda proud of one point in it, I am not sure I wish to continue writing about it.

Depressed

Wish You Were Here

Like waves to the shore
part of the ocean
the stars high above
part of the sky

Now I drift to you
I dream of a river
a water so blue
wish I could live there

Wish you were here..

Like the air that I breathe
U'll always be there
the wings that I need
when I wanna fly

Now I drift to you
I dream of a river
a water so blue
wish I could live there

wish you were here.. my loved soul mate !!!
Je t'aime

Had another good day at the con, bought some comics collections, including one of Groo off of Sergio Aragonés in Spanish. I asked him if he wrote the dialog himself but he said no, that he wrote the stories and drew them but as usual Mark Evanier wrote the dialog and then Sergio had some other person translate Mark's dialog into Spanish. Seems roundabout. :) I know that there are comics out there that Sergio has done in Spanish that he wrote himself but he didn't have any at the con. It sort of tickled him that I bought the one I did.

Well, today I two moments that felt like feminine milestones, but I reacted quite differently to each of them. First, when I was eating supper, I brushed my arm against my breasts and suddenly felt all sorts of confusing feelings as my body reacted to the contact. I liked it, I was scared of it, and it took my friend Jaci several minutes of talking to me on the phone to restore some semblance of balance.

Can any Brit explain the caution British police use especially the part about fail to mention....

You do not have to say anything, but if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court, anything you do say will be given in evidence.”

I was chatting and the Bill & Ted movies came into the conversation, that got me to wondering, could the princesses that Bill and Ted save be Arabella and Helene?

(Hopefully our two heroines will return soon. :0) )

I was wondering if anyone was willing to move Finding Jenny over to Fictionmania for me. I no longer have the files and my computer is so slow it would take me forever. Thanks.