fun with widgets

okay, slightly frustrating, but I figured it out. Before today, I pretty much didn’t even know what a widget was. Now, I have a new widget, it’s the sonific song thing on the right side of my blog. Kinda cool, enjoying the novelty of it. I made 2 playlists. I’ll probably switch them around from time to time. Some of the widgets I can’t figure out, so  . . . .I don’t use them. I tried the map one, but it’s not working out quite I wanted. I’ll play around with that one another day. My widget research took me into the world of widgets and I dscovered that you can find them anywher and copy & paste the info for new widgets in the “text” widget option of the blog widgets. Problem, each time I try to do this, it doesn’t work, or when I view my blog page I see the actual text of the code or when I go back to view the text, half of it has disappeared. So I guess I need to do some more figuring out. Also now I seem to be getting some popups from the sonific thing which is kind of annoying! I was on the foodnetork site  and trying to copy & paste a recipe and each time I tried to select “copy” a sonific/wordpress popup showed up. Sonific - what’s going on? I thought your widget was pretty cool, I hope I’m not disappointed.

Alex V landed last night. He’s in from L.A. Should be coming by tonight. I wanted to borrow Alex K’s, Jeff Dunham (comedian, hilarious) DVD to show him, but Alex K is being a little emotionally fickle and I just didn’t feel like dealing with it. He saw on his computer that I was looking at California rentals/roomies and I guess it kind of really struck him that yes I am going to move and I’m not going to stay here for him, no matter how much he tries to convince me. And he did/does try to convince me. . . he was in tears. I felt bad, but I’ve been nothing but honest with him. It is his choice if he wants to accept it or not. He called me on Thursday night and I was at dinner with my mom, I answered and told him I was at dinner and I’d call him back. He called obsessively, more that evening and I just didn’t feel like talking with him so I didn’t answer. I was finally getting some of my stuff done and enjoying the alone time when he wasn’t around. Around 11 p.m, the dog goes crazy barking and guess who just happened to stop by. I don’t live close to him and usually it’s  an inconvenience to him to come out here unless he’s feeling guilty badly about something.

The day before I had fallen asleep at his place and when I woke up I found him reading my texts and reviewing my call logplaying the game, Bricks on my phone, which of course he vehemently denied and said he only wanted to play the game. I do believe he was checking up on me and it kind of wigged me out.  I told him he couldn’t just stop by as I live with someone (and frankly I don’t like it). He began to question me a little about who I had dinner with etc. not convinced that yes it was actually my mother, (getting a little sick of this shit, he’s not in the position to be doing this).It was finally confirmed to me that yes he had indeed been reading my texts when he through one of my client’s name’s out at me, but used the wrong reference. My client and I text each other for appointments. There were some recent texts about appt times that I could/couldn’t make. He (Alex K) misinterpreted them and thought they secret meetings or dates or something, and casually through them out there as “I know you have guy friends, so did you have dinner with your friend (name)?”  Busted! ( I haven’t yet let him know I’m onto him and his little lie about only playing Bricks on my phone, I was just waiting for him to give himself enough rope to hang himself with).

He had the next day off as did I, but I didn’t want to spend all of it with him, I had plans for the afternoon and evening. He was somewhat distraught over the fact and kept trying to convince me to come see him when I was done. The more I said no, the more he tried. He called me a few times Friday night and I did not answer. I was enjoying myself and my time away from him. It felt lighter. A little after midnight, I had already arrived home for the night, I heard a car drive by, that I think was his, haven’t had the chance to ask him about it. He called the next day while I was at work, I answered and told him I couldn’t talk (true, I was at work). I called him when I left, he made sure to let me know he was on his way out (at 12:30 a.m.). I told him to have fun and we’d talk later. It’s really been a lighter feeling being in less communication with him. It’s true I will take partial blame as we are “friends” and I should not spend as much time at his place with him and as much time with him as we do. These few days and less phone calls have started to really kick in . . . .and it’s good.