So. I had a great post yesterday. If I do say so myself.

Yet.

With nothing to show for it.

It got lost! I can’t even tell you how f-ing annoyed I was.

I’ve been making it a point to sit down and write everyday, and the internet has to go and f all that up for me.

The nerve! Right!

But, whatever. That’s life. And I’m over it.

Actually, now that I think about it, that’s a rather symbolic metaphor for my life.

Anyway, before I get off on a whole other tangent …

Once I was done being pissed off for 18 minutes and feeling duped by cyberspace, I realized my larger goal has been and is being accomplished:

Writing. Everyday.

It might not have made its own post, but at least I sat down and wrote.

Mission Accomplished.

So back to this “great post” from yesterday … of course now I’ve set the bar pretty high and you know how you’re never quite able to replicate something?

Yeah, I’m f-d. Yet going to give it my best shot.

Being that yesterday was the 16th, I thought of Mike Jones.

September 16th is his birthday.

It always struck me as such a generic name, that Mike Jones. Don’t you think? Like everyone might have a Mike Jones living in their ‘hood.

Mike and I went to school together. Our families were long time friends and he was both 1. very cute and 2. a baseball player.

This second piece of info being important. See, Brother 2 was on the baseball team.

Do I need to go into details about how glorious my freshmen year of high school was when he was a senior?

Yep. Didn’t think so.

Baseball team was all you needed to know.

It was so great. Returning home to all the hottest, most desirable boys sitting in my kitchen.

I’d try to act really cool and blaze. As though I had a zillion and seven better things to do.

Which meant quickly calling all my girlfriends and filling them in. Seeing who was able to make it over in the shortest amount of time possible.

I think I’m still secretly angry that Brother 2 ruined my dreams of being the only freshman at prom that year.

For the record – I did get asked. By Kevin Deck. Who apparently only wanted to see if he could put his baseball skills to use and score a home-run with me.

Brother 2 caught word of this and put the brotherly smack down on.

That day was so dramatic … Kevin telling me he couldn’t take me, Brother 2 and I causing a scene in the middle of the hallway after 5th period with a big argument.

Followed by another scene and argument after 6th between Kevin and I, where I cussed him out and charmed Mr. Steele out of not sending me to the office for “extreme use of profanity”.

Back to Mike Jones.

I called him MJ. Which he thought was completely retarded but I, and everyone else – or most likely, they were laughing at me and I just thought they were laughing with me – found so funny because of Michael Jordan always being called MJ.

Did anyone get my sense of humor?

Does anyone still? Yeah … it’s a work in progress.

I considered dating MJ for a while. He was so cute. Always had a nice tan, too. But not in the tacky Jersey Shore way. In the more: “this is my natural hot skin tone” way. Lucky boy.

The thing that did it for me though, or didn’t do it for me rather, was his height. He wasn’t too much taller than me. And that has just always been a big turn off.

What can I say … I’m naturally drawn to tall, dark and handsome types.

I have no idea where MJ is now or what he is doing. And I really have no desire to know.

Yet every September 16th, I think of him.

I’m taken back to my sophomore self, shouting out happy birthday, from one side of the gym to the other. And that was one large gym.

Can you even believe – I was reduced to such lowness of having to still be in gym in the 10th grade? WTF is up with that?

There’s a reason Taurus’ are so clever.

My mental talents were used for figuring out a multitude of different ways of getting out of or avoiding gym class. With the full aid of my parents and our family doctor. Talk about taking support to a whole other level.

Thinking of MJ’s birthday, led me to reflecting on all those little, tiny, day to day moments that occur. The ones that appear so harmless, so incredibly insignificant.

Going to the post office. Walking the dog. Driving to work.

While these everyday happenings often times blur themselves together, these are the things that make up our lives. And, somehow they do manage to stand out. To suddenly represent something so much more than just another phone call or flower arrangement.

Even the most insignificant thing suddenly becomes significant.

Holding a meaning that only we’ll know that could never be guessed.