The original warm socks post, presented in its entirety, since I *did* keep a copy of the old blog a

TITLE: A confession from the Jedi
DATE: 12/10/2003 11:15:54 AM
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I’ve been holding out on you about one of the reasons why I’m so scarce lately.  All in a good cause, really...one hates to make grand announcements only to have later events shoot them down.  And including too much of one’s personal life in a blog can be hazardous in other ways, too.  You never know how the folks involved are going to react, you find out that there’s one friend you forgot to update who’s pissed at you because they found out on the site instead of from you, and your folks are like, “You did WHAT?” (Heh.  Just kidding, Dad.)

My dad reads my blog.  How cool is that?

Anyway, some time ago I met a man who has since become a big part of my life.  It’s becoming clear that one of us will be having to move if we are going to make a go of things, and it’s also clear that if it happens, I’m going to have to be the one to relocate.  Entirely apart from the fact that I once swore I would never move for a man again and I hate breaking my own rules, there is another problem: he lives where it snows.

I hate cold weather.  I have an awful time tolerating it.  Even in Fresno, where it rarely gets below freezing, I’m miserable in the winter.  Once it gets down much under 50 degrees, I just can’t seem to get warm, no matter what I do.  I was telling him this a few weeks ago, when we started seriously talking about my making a move.  I was only half-joking when I told him that I didn’t think I could move somewhere cold.  He told me he’d get me some warm socks, and I giggled and shook my head in mock exasperation even though he couldn’t see me.  Then I promptly forgot about it.

So Monday I get home from work and I have a package waiting, full of goodies that he’d picked up over the Thanksgiving holiday.  There were some things for my parents (yes, I have a boyfriend who sends gifts to my folks) and some things for me, and I was already grinning in delight when I got down to the bottom of the box.

You know what I found there, don’t you?

Warm socks.

You know that thing that girls sometimes do when they’re so overwhelmed by the damned warm fuzzy feelings that they start crying?  That was my reaction.  Guys, let me tell you something--context is everything.  A pair of socks can be a breathtakingly romantic gift if it’s given to the right girl at the right time.

And you know what?  I don’t care if he lives where it snows.  I’d have to be a damned fool to let him get away.

So if I continue to seem as scattered as I know I have been the last few weeks, now you know why.  Wish us luck in working out the logistics, if you would.  We’re going to need it.

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I’m going to be out of the office the rest of the day, and I have a project I’ll have to work on tonight, so I may not see y’all again today.  Have a great one, ‘k?

1. I remember this post well.  It was the one where I figured out who Jay’s mystery woman was...and at the time I related to this post a whole lot.  Happy memories.

   Posted by Jennifer  on  12/03  at  07:33 PM

2. Who hoo! I’m glad to hear you have the old blog around. I remember how glad I was to find a voice in the blogosphere that ranted and raved about all things uniquely Fresno.

   Naturally, it would be awesome if the old Accidental Jedi posts were made available again, but I can see how that would likely be a low priority on the To-Do-List.  But the posts are there for you and Jay to look back on when you feel like it.

   It’s certainly been on hell of a year for you and Jay (and Sadie too). Congratulations

   Posted by Ben  on  12/03  at  11:38 PM

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