I love technology. Especially cool gadgets like the new computer I’m waiting patiently for FedEx to bring me. ( http://www.apple.com/imac ) But sometimes technology can cause me to want to throw things out the window and scream like a school girl who’s just seen a daddy longlegs. I have been going back and forth with tech support for the past three weeks (it seems like three million), trying to get The Lemonade Stand back online. I’m pretty good with certain technological things, but this issue has been completely over my head, and I’m at the mercy of said tech support. Through many fits of "Why, God, Why?", I’ve come to the conclusion that this is a test. I think. Life is one big series of tests. You pass one and you move to another. In the end, I believe you’re a lot closer to the person God had seen in you all along. Only with a bigger gut. I think the challenges before me are tests of reliance, discipline, and patience. Do I have the faith to rely on tech support, and more importantly, God, to provide a solution I’m not able to come up with? Do I have the discipline to focus on the other things that need to be done and not be consumed incessantly tinkering with a problem that I can only make worse as I desperately clamor for control in the situation? And do I have the patience to withstand all of it? That’s the big question. The only thing I can be certain of is that after this episode is behind me, another test will come rolling along. Someone once said that you can’t control what life throws at you, but you can control how you react to it. And so thus far, nothing has been hurled out my office window. Perhaps by the time you read this, everything will be back to normal and I’ll be loving Silicon Valley again. But if you read this a year from now and we’re still having problems, look me up in Haiti. I’ll be on the beach with a volleyball named Wilson.

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Tomorrow is Kim’s birthday. I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve, but I can’t reveal them here, just in case she reads them before they come to fruition. Actually, by the time anybody actually reads this, they’ll have already come to pass.

They don’t involve any grand monetary outbursts, for a few simple reasons. The first being, in order for there to be a grand monetary outburst, there must first be a grand supply of money. Secondly, we both decided to pool our money together from our various birthday gifts from family and buy an Apple iPod (an ultra-cool mp3 player for geeks).

In any case, I’m left to ponder how to express my appreciation for someone who has made such a big impact on my life. I mean after all, she’s the one responsible for this whole Kim & Jason mess. If it wasn’t for her looking so good in long underwear, boxer shorts, and combat boots the first time I met her Christmas caroling, this entire web site wouldn’t exist. (An aside: Yes, that was precisely what she was wearing on the night we first met, and yes, I have been Christmas caroling. I was dragged there by a friend and I only went because I figured it might be a good place to meet girls. Go figure.)

Yes, I guess you could consider us soul mates. Which is good, because you should really be sure of something like that before you create an entire company around it and plaster your names on everything from business cards to coffee mugs.

Speaking in purely clichéd terms, she completes me, she is the wind beneath my wings, she makes me want to be a better man, she is the love of my life, and frankly, she had me at hello. Sadly, clichés are the only thing that come to mind when I try to construct a worthy tribute for my wife.

My only hope is that I can even marginally communicate and share Kim’s playfully intoxicating childlike spirit through a comic strip character by the same name. If I can succeed at that, the world will be surely blessed.

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