Just Got Started Lovin' You

Happy Valentine's Day!
It may be a commercially sponsored reminder of our relationship shortcomings (not being in one, not "coming through" gift-wise, cultural pressure to perform) but since I am currently in a bliss-functional relationship I say HAPPY Valentine's day.
J returned from a business with pleasure trip to Las Vegas. I felt envious and jealous for no good reason (okay, it may have been triggered by the 2:15 AM drunk dial) but I'm over it now. She did point out that we would each have fun with other people, that's who we are. It's so grown-up, of course, to be confident and comfortable enough to not be fazed by distance and doings. She travels without me; I travel without her. I guess it would be slightly different if I travelled for fun instead of family obligation. Even with the pleasant family visits, I feel sick with responsibility and disappointment. It is nice to have J to call and vent to and get words of support and love from. (I have to tell you that it's really bothering me to end sentences with prepositions). I don't want to be a glass half empty kind of person. Change your thoughts, change the world.
What was my point?
New topic - Facebook. I get why some people don't care for it. But for me it's been fun. Connected with my fifth grade crush, my high school boyfriend, my senior prom date. Reconnecting with my sister and my cousin. Getting to know new friends and people who I noticed on the periphery of my life. I get to check in with everyone and check on them and make comments and share pictures And my musings there are shorter.
Which reminds me - one of my favourite ideas is one presented by Smith Magazine. Creating a six-word memoir. Legend is that Ernest Hemingway was challenged to create a story of six words and came up with "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." So much said in so few words. Smith Magazine offers the same challenge and 70,000 of these succinct stories have been submitted. I wish I could remember some of my favourites, but here are some samples:
Hired me. Fired me. Married Me.
Tried men, tried women, like cats.
Fabulous June wedding, then Prop. 8.
For sale: wedding dress, worn twice.
There is a published collection of these memoirs called "Not Quite What I Was Planning" (an excellent example). Think on that. See what you come up with for your own story.
And have a happy day, no matter what you mark down as your relationship status.

By the way - new blog layout. Though you probably noticed. I sometimes like change for change's sake.