Hello Internets!

I'm back! Yes, that's right, this is really me, Skye, not Craig typing for me. Not that he posted for me while i was... incapacitated, but whatever. Sonja took up the slack nicely. Plus I loved having Craig read me the fun post about panties. Totally worth the whole pain and eyeball suffering i just went through. Or maybe not.

At any rate, i think I'm technically supposed to wait until tomorrow to return to reading and computer work, but it's been long enough. And if i don't get to see the internets for myself NOW, I'll go crazy. Or crazier. Your pick.

It honestly hasn't been as bad as i expected, but this last week really chafed. My eyeball is fine, for those of you who are interested... it still hurts occasionally and it looks freaky because the eye drops i was on made it dilate and it hasn't stopped doing that yet. So i look kind of stoned or concussed, depending on your point of view with one dilated pupil and one not dilated. Super fun.

What kept me from going totally bonkers (besides Craig reading me my email every day) was the fact that we were moving and i had plenty of other stuff to keep me busy. What with the unpacking and the buying furniture and all the rest of the stuff that's involved with a move across country. Speaking of, if you didn't get an email from me about my new phone number, email me. I just forgot you. Sorry. :)

So, let the games begin. Sonja, i expect you to resume our extremely strict every 2 day posting schedule now. :)

Pant. Ees.

So, despite the doctor telling Skye that if she traveled this week, the turbulence could dislodge her newly poked-at retina, she is now in sunny (I keed, I keed) Oregon, most likely shouting orders to Craig in a piratey fashion. (She actually isn't wearing the eyepatch anymore but I bet she got it out and put it on just so she could go, "Arrr! Look lively there, ye bilge rat!")

And I am now tasked with keeping the blog up to date until she unburies from the moving excitement. Also, I am tasked with writing the most embarrassing thing I can think of for Craig to read out loud to Skye, since she's not allowed to read anything with her own two eyes and therefore has to have Craig do it. Or whoever else is around. I was privileged to perform a dramatic reading of the pina colada recipe on the back of the pina colada mix at her goodbye soiree this weekend. (Skye, that's S-O-I-R-E-E. Did he pronounce it right?)

Anyway, I'm not very creative, and the only thing I can think of is to type "panties" a bunch of times, or perhaps talk about the many benefits of the tampon as opposed to the pad. But, really, ick, I don't want to talk about that any more than Craig wants to read it out loud to his sweetie.

Panties.

Panties.

Panties.

The Blog Fairies Deliver

So, yesterday, I looked at So 5 and went, "Hm. I should post. Hm. What should I post about? How depressed I am that Skye is leaving? Nope, done that. How much it sucks that Skye's eyeball is useless as of soon? Nope, done that. The loss of my bestest buddy to Ore-gone? Nope, done that. Well hell. What else is there?" As you can see, I'm on a bit of a one-track thought process here. My best friend is leeeeeeaving. What do you want?

But, this afternoon, the fairies of blogdom answered my plea for new blogging material. Ready? Everybody rev up your "weeee" noises. You're gonna need 'em.

I just sold my second short story to The Wild Rose Press! I'm super duper excited and almost spit my M&Ms at my monitor when I found the email in my inbox. Good thing I contained myself since I'm at work. Heehee.

Anyway, I'm totally psyched. If you want to see some info, go to my webpage and click Books. (Yep, I sold Puma Man. How awesome is that?)

Weeeee!

But I'm still sad Skye is leaving and eyeball impaired. Boo.

Even worse...

Not only is it super tragic that Sonja and I are going to be ripped asunder (good word, right?) but something else has happened to make our separation even more depressing. I have this super lame eyeball problem (for the details, see my blog) that means that after June 8, I'm not allowed to read or use my computer for 3 WEEKS! Eeek!

How do people deal without email? More importantly, how am i supposed to keep in touch with my now long distance bestest buddy if i can't even use the computer. We briefly considered using the phone but discarded that quickly enough.

I'm paraphrasing:

me: I can't email or read for 3 weeks
Sonja: haha cuz your eyeball would pop
me: thanks, you're so supportive
Sonja: Well how the hell am I supposed to keep in touch with you until RWA if you can't read? God, I guess I'm going to have to CALL you.

silence falls upon both keyboards for almost 10 seconds

both of us: Never mind
me: I'll just see you at the conference then.
Sonja: Good idea.

See? We may be bestest buddies, but we're not crazy or anything.

The reality is that Sonja's just jealous that i get to be a pirate and live the dream. I mean, who doesn't want to wear an eyepatch?

Gar!

Bestest Buddyness

Um, hello, Skye doesn't change her hair when she gets bored. She moves. Oregon and law school should clear this nasty little bout of boredom right up.

Of course, it leaves her bestest buddy in the whole world (me, duh) bestest buddyless. We had some discussion as to how to remedy this distance situation. I'm paraphrasing:

Skye: If you were a good friend, you'd move to Oregon with me.
Me: I totally suck... Wait a minute. Maybe if you were a good friend, you'd stay here with me.
Skye: Um, well... Have a kid and I'll consider it. After all, I'm moving to Oregon to be closer to my friends' kids.
Me: ... Love you, but bye.

So we face the problem of long-distance bestest buddyness. And aside from both of us dumping our men and moving to Hawaii together to live in singleness forever (would that make us spinsters?), there's not a whole lot we can do about it. Sigh. Depressing.

Do you think I could fool her with a Cabbage Patch doll and some fake poopy diapers?