my team is made up of five, full time guys ranging from the mid twenties to the mid thirties. not by my choosing, mind you - simply fate at this point. oh, and me. little, girly me.

for future reference purposes, i will identify them as boss man, new guy, corn allergy guy, plastic wrapper guy, and mullet man.

last week, we took new guy out to lunch. new guy has read my blog, read my articles, including “dirty girls: the new porn addicts.”

however, the rest of my team doesn’t know he has.

as corn allergy guy (who is obviously allergic to corn) eats his sans-corn salad (while the rest of us eat our tacos), boss man says,

“does new guy know the corn story?”

corn allergy guy says nothing. we all look at him. he keeps chomping his lettuce.

then he says,

“what? you were talking to me? i thought you said porn story and i was waiting for anne to answer.”

cricket, cricket.

corn allergy guy looks like he feels badly for blurting out a potentially sensitive subject.

mullet man and plastic wrapper guy look wide-eyed at each other, then back at me. boss man starts choking on his burrito.

will i be embarrassed? am i ready to share this deep, dark secret with the new guy? is new guy about to run out scared because the conversation has suddenly turned from food to porn?

new guy and i bust out laughing. i tell them he knows all about my porn story.

everyone laughs, relieved.

i know i’m only here for another two months, but will somebody please send some estrogen?!

boys…

from ananova.com

A Bosnian couple are getting divorced after finding out they had been secretly chatting each other up online under fake names.

Sana Klaric, 27, and husband Adnan, 32, from Zenica, poured out their hearts to each other over their marriage troubles, and both felt they had found their real soul mate.

The couple met on an online chat forum while he was at work and she in an internet cafe, and started chatting under the names Sweetie and Prince of Joy.

They eventually decided to meet up - but there was no happy ending when they realised what had happened.

Now they are both filing for divorce - with each accusing the other of being unfaithful.

Sana said: “I thought I had found the love of my life. The way this Prince of Joy spoke to me, the things he wrote, the tenderness in every expression was something I had never had in my marriage.

“It was amazing, we seemed to be stuck in the same kind of miserable marriages - and how right that turned out to be.

“We arranged to meet outside a shop and both of us would be carrying a single rose so we would know the other.

“When I saw my husband there with the rose and it dawned on me what had happened I was shattered. I felt so betrayed. I was so angry.”

Adnan said: “I was so happy to have found a woman who finally understood me. Then it turned out that I hadn’t found anyone new at all.

“To be honest I still find it hard to believe that the person, Sweetie, who wrote such wonderful things to me on the internet, is actually the same woman I married and who has not said a nice word to me for years.”

That really sucks.

that is my husband chris. yeah, i know i married way out of my league. he is patient, understanding, and at the moment, having to put up with his sissy of a wife.

i never get sick. sure, i get a little cold or a stomach virus but nothing too crazy. and nothing nearly as serious as shaun’s son (kawasaki disease) who is doing much better, by the way.

i woke up early today to meet somebody for breakfast and felt pretty sore. i chalked it up to doing some physical labor yesterday as i helped set up an interactive prayer-type area for a conference. that or the fact i haven’t slept much in the last two nights.

but after coming home from breakfast, i just laid on the couch and fell asleep. i woke up freezing and took my temperature. 100 on the nose. even when i am sick, i less frequently get fevers.

so now i am cranky, cold, and achy. does it sound like i’m complaining? take that and multiply it by a thousand. that is what my dear husband has to tolerate. so pray for him, pray for me…

i am a big poop face when i’m sick.

it’s always been a battle. i like the cats to sleep with us (my logic: who wouldn’t want two fluffy, purring balls of fur on your feet as you dream the night away?) and chris prefers them to sleep outside of our room (chris’ logic: who wants a cat butt to plop on your face when you’re sleeping?)

last night, i won. the cats were in. and i paid the price. at 3:04 am, i was awakened by a loud sneeze, and then realized my face was covered in cold cat snot.

Hebrews 5:22~Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.

yeah, i’ll remember that next time.

i needed control over my email…so, i made a separate email account giving very, very, very limited people access to it. my other account (the one most people have and that is linked on my blog) i’ll check and respond every so often. problem solved, right?

no. this did not remove my addiction, my need, to check my email. most of the time, i check it on my phone. i have turned into quite the text-messenger too. so, the heart issue of the condition - my need to constantly be plugged in - was NOT resolved.

until today.

my cell phone (the account, not the actual phone) has stopped working. no phone calls. no texts. no internet.

thank you, cingular-now named at&t-for forcing me not to be able to check my email 1238 times during the leadership summit. or while i’m out on a date with my husband.

and, uh, if you need to reach me…um, good luck. the best way is to probably comment here. i have no idea (nor do they) when the issue will be fixed.

huzzah!

freedom forced by technology.