My Blog

2010-09-03T08:47:00.000-07:00

Ack! The last post was over a year ago. Whoops, I guess I let this go by the wayside.

But, I just started (as in this week) writing for a local newspaper. So I feel that I need to keep up with creative writing - if blogging can be called that.

Plus, I was checking my daily matches on eharmony, and I really wanted to send this guy a message. Not because I thought he was particularly interesting to me, but because I wanted to correct his profile. (He used "aka" when "i.e." would have been a better choice.)

Now, I know I'm not always grammatically perfect, but it still bothers me when I see mistakes. But maybe it would be considered rude to inform a guy that his profile on the dating website has a grammatical error...and that I'm not interested in him. But I can't be certain. What do you think - super rude or just a helpful comment?

Leprechaun in a tree

2009-06-18T12:43:00.000-07:00

My friend Lindsay came up to Lafayette last weekend to visit. She hadn't seen my house, so I gave her a tour, then we went out to eat and ended up taking a walk on campus. While on the walk, I looked up and saw a leprechaun* in a tree. I immediately started laughing, thinking the youtube video. But Lindsay hadn't ever seen it, so I recommended it to her.

So if you are like Lindsay and haven't seen it, go here. This is some hard hitting news.

*The leprechaun I saw was not a real leprechaun, but one made out of plastic. Still.

2nd Friday in 2 days

2009-04-17T12:04:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was going about my work, thinking, "I can't wait for 5:00. Weekend time!" Except that it was Thursday. So it wouldn't be the weekend. This happened several times during the day, the most disappointing of which was when a co-worker told me he might be in a little late tomorrow. My thought process upon hearing that went something like this: "....?? But tomorrow is Satur...Ack! It's still Thursday!!!"

Thank goodness, today is actually Friday. So tomorrow I get to sleep in and make waffles in the morning. Mmm, waffles.

Plus I got tax refund, so I'm going shopping tomorrow for a lawn mower (because my grass is getting kinda long) and a grill (because I'll totally use it every once in a long while).

Easter

2009-04-07T08:29:00.000-07:00

I can't wait for Easter. Mostly because I can't wait for Lent to be over. Hurry, week. Hurry!!

How fun!

2009-03-31T18:39:00.000-07:00

I was driving the other day, and I noticed my mileage.

So then I drove a little bit more....

And then I ran into a tree because I was trying to take pictures while driving.

I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it

2009-03-20T07:51:00.000-07:00

I've been pretty busy lately with my new house. So far it's going really well. I'm nearly out of my apartment. I just need to stop by and clean it and have Sam help me take my couch to the dumpster. And then I can turn my keys in... Kinda sad to be leaving the Lahr. I liked it there. But, I really enjoy my house and am happy with my purchase.

And though my house is still a disaster with all of my junk all over the place, it's getting a little more organized everyday. I've needed to purchase a bunch of things, some small and some large. The house came with most of my appliances, but not a refrigerator or a washer and dryer. So I got a great deal on a used fridge from craigslist. Unfortunately, I had some trouble getting my refrigerator in place. It just fit, but when we tried to push it in place, we realized that my floor sags....and so the fridge was tilted just enough that it wouldn't go. The long term solution was to fix the floor. But I needed a refrigerator stat! So dad make a wooden platform that tilted the other way....which worked, except that he didn't make it long enough, so then the fridge was tilting forward, so we fixed that problem by putting a block of wood right in front. So thankfully, while it still tilts slightly to the side and forward a bit, it fits in place and keeps my food cold. Maybe someday I'll decide to make a project of the floor. But for now....good enough.

And after the refrigerator fiasco, I decided I wanted to buy a new washer & dryer. I was a little nervous buying used, because what if the washer doesn't work, and worse, what if it leaks all over the place? Besides, I'll get a one-year warranty with a new one so if anything does break, they can come out and fix or replace it. So that's what I did. I went shopping with dad last night and ended up spending way more than I was at first meaning to. But they are so sleek and shiny! And the capacity! And they're front loaders! And energy saving!! So I'll save money on my utilities!

I'm really actually surprised by how much I'm not having buyer's remorse, despite the obscene amount of money I spent. Hopefully that won't wear off. But even better, and to help me stave off buyer's remorse completely, I get to look forward to a tax credit for first time homebuyers. Originally I thought I wouldn't get it till 2010, but I actually can get it this year. Rocks my socks off!

Now I can stimulate the economy a bit more and buy a new laptop!!

That shstuff really works!

2009-03-11T09:16:00.000-07:00

I moved into my new house this last Saturday, which was super exciting but exhausting. However, my apartment lease isn't up until the end of March, so I still have a bunch of junk at my apartment that I'm slowly moving.

So come Sunday, I have 2 or 3 boxes of food, etc, that I want to move, but honestly, my arms are really tired and sore and I just don't want to lift them. So I enlist my younger brother Jimmy to help out. After carrying a couple loads down the long, long, really long hallway to the elevator, Jimmy comes back to my apartment and waits for me to finish putting together the box I was working on. So while waiting, he grabs my keys and starts messing around with my keychain flashlight. Only it isn't a flashlight. It's pepper spray. Which he sprays. Luckily not at himself, but we are definitely indoors. However, it's across the room, so I figure it will be ok. I only think that for about 30 seconds, though, before the spray floats over to the kitchen. Suddenly, I can't breathe, so Jimmy and I start coughing and run out of my apartment.

Once we're in the hallway and can breathe again, we decide that maybe we should be done with moving for the day. However, I have left my purse with my car keys, plus a suitcase all ready to go. So Jimmy and I make a plan. We're going to run back in while holding our breath. He's going to grab the suitcase while I get the lights, my purse and my keys. Jimmy holds up his end of the bargain, but I have a little trouble. I'm forced to inhale so I can yell, "Where are my keys!! I can't find my keys!!" Jimmy, luckily has better recall than I do - probably because he was the one messing with the keys in the first place - and tells me that they are on the couch. So I grab them and my purse, get the lights, and we're out of there.

Anyway, moral of the story: Pepper spray is nasty, nasty stuff and quite potent. Jimmy summed it up best by saying, "I'm definitely never going to steal a woman's purse."

Tresea

2009-02-26T12:34:00.000-08:00

...?? Seriously, that's how you think I spell my name? I mean, yes, sometimes I do speak my name really fast and squash my name from 3 syllables to 2, and so I get junk mail for Tracy Knowles, but at least that's a usual, run of the mill type name. But "Tresea"?? Did you go to I-can't-spell-names-school? Especially names that are common in nearly every country? Because while I always thought "Theresa" (or Teresa or Therese) was more French or Spanish (St. Therese of Lisieux and St. Teresa of Avila, respectively), apparently it's also a good, Irish name (according to my Irish roommate's mother).

Anyway, the point is, what are you on, crack? I even just signed my name for you at the end of that email. And I sure didn't spell it like that.

Snow

2009-02-05T07:02:00.000-08:00

I park my car on the street. So whenever it snows, I have to clear off my car. And I like to do a good job, clearing not only my windows, but the hood, top and trunk too. Because as you drive, any loose snow flies from the hood and obscures the windsheild, or from the top to the back window.

I've not always been so concerned about clearing my car adequately, though. When I was in high school, I only cleared about a square inch of the windshield. Granted, it wasn't a long drive, but honestly, how safe was that??

Nowadays, though, it makes me laugh to see cars that aren't totally cleared. They drive down the road, with snow swirling around behind them. It reminds me of Pig-Pen from Peanuts, with his cloud of dust and dirt trailing him as he moves. Keep your eye out next time it snows. It's good craic.

I won, I won!

2009-01-26T12:40:00.000-08:00

Do you remember that Fox-Hunt commercial by Ebay? Where all these people are riding around on horses, trying to find one of those metal lunch boxes. And finally, this Asian chick finds it, and she hugs it and then holds it up victoriously (as in, "Shop victoriously"). Well, that's how I felt yesterday when I bought a house. (Not on ebay.) Though, of course, I didn't hold it up victoriously. I just jumped around my apartment, saying "I won, I won!!" and "Woohoo!"

Anyway, I have been house-hunting for a couple weeks now, spurred on by the fact that my apartment lease is up March 31. I meant to buy a house last summer, but I kept putting it off. And then suddenly, I'm down to the wire.

But don't worry, procrastination totally pays off, because not only does it cause me to get things done quickly (because I don't have much time left), but the interest rates dropped, too! Woohoo!! (<-- see)

Anyway, it all worked out. And it's a nice house. (2 bedroom, 2 bath, 2 car garage. Nice size living room. New kitchen. Front porch and side deck.) At first, I was looking at properties that were definitely within my price range. Which, for the most part, were ok houses, but none of them were obvious winners. But just as I was about to make an offer on one of those, my dad convinced me that if I spent a little more money, I can get a lot more house. And he was right. (Thanks, dad.) I'll definitely have to budget a little better, or I could just get a roommate. ...Screw budgeting.

Now, though, my mind keeps thinking about packing up all my stuff, tossing somethings, keeping other. Basically, how I am going to move all of my stuff. And while I used to have 3 family members who had trucks, now I have none.

So then I tried to think of any friends who might have trucks. And I remembered that my ex-beau Matty had one. We're still friendly and see each other in our mutual group of friends, so maybe I could ask him. But I mentioned this to my brother Sam, and he said that it might not be a good idea. Just not for the obvious reasons.

A couple weeks ago, my other brother Joe moved out to California. The night before he left, though, we all went to Prestons to wish him farewell. Well, Matty works and drinks (though not at the same time) at Prestons, so of course he was there too. So I pointed him out to my brothers (always a good idea). I left a little while later, but Joe and Sam stayed until nearly closing.

As they were leaving, apparently Matty and someone else were having trouble driving in the snow and ice, and slid into a mound of snow, attracting the attention of Joe and Sam. Joe asked Sam in an aside if that was Matty. Sam confirmed it was, so Joe initiated the following conversation (side note: sorry for the crappy dialogue.):

"Hey, Matty, do you know Theresa Mills?"
Matty grew wary, remembering getting reamed by Caitie Beardmore for how he had dumped Theresa.
"Yes," he answered
"Did you ever make out with her?" Joe asked, despite knowing it was none of his business.
"No," Matty replied with relief.
"Good." Joe answered grudgingly. He was in the mood to get in a fight after having been overcharge on his bar tab.
Lindsey, a friend of Joe's, decided to add to the yelling match.
"You're lucky! These are her brothers, and if you had, they would have beat you up!"

....

While I guess it is nice to have brothers who care about you, this is carrying their protectiveness to extremes. Besides which, we broke up in April or May. Plus, now I feel like I have to call and apologize. But he probably wouldn't answer. Oh well.

I guess it's a good thing for Matty that we weren't more serious. If we had been, he probably would have received a death threat, a la My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Derrick, Annie's husband, didn't really appreciate hearing that one.

As for moving, I think I'm going to get an U-Haul.

Figs

2009-01-07T11:28:00.001-08:00

I love figs!

Facebook depresses me

2009-01-02T05:44:00.001-08:00

Whenever I sign on to facebook, I become a little depressed, because it reminds me of all the friends I don't have. Which is really the opposite point of the site, but nevertheless, that's what happens.

I mean, it's not that I don't think I have enough friends on the site, but rather that I don't keep in touch with anyone. I see all the messages and pictures of everyone else, and then I look at my page which usually hasn't had anything happen on it in a month. And it makes me feel sad and pathetic. And then I see that I have 120+ friends....none of whom I ever talk to. Which, yes, I do know that this is my fault; I need to make a better effort at staying in touch with people. And besides that, there is no way I can have a good, solid relationship with 120 people. Humans just do not have the capacity for that many close relationships (or at least I don't).

But I see a pictures of people I knew in high school/college/where and whenever and used to talk to everyday, and now I don't know what their job is or even if they are still alive! (Well, I can usually figure that last one out, but you get my drift.) And while I don't want to be friends with all of them, it makes me realize that I'm not friends with any of them.

And even seeing the people whom I have talked to in the last couple weeks or so and thus can honestly say that they are still my friends - they depress me. Because I see pictures and messages of things they've done and places they have been, and that even though I just talked to you 2 days ago, I didn't know that you went to Boston and are planning to learn Chinese. I am disconnected to even my "close" friends.

So is anyone else depressed by facebook? Does it make you too realize what an antisocial person you are? And does it make you feel that you have no friends? Because it does for me.

But then I remember that I like spending time by myself. And I'm not so depressed.

Christmas newsletter

2008-12-24T06:23:00.000-08:00

I recently received a Christmas newsletter from a friend. I'm a bit torn about newsletters in general. On the one hand, it's nice to have a quick, one page idea of what is going on in someone's life, especially if you don't talk regularly, but are still friends with them and want to know what's going on. On the other hand, if you are still friends with them and want to know what's going on, shouldn't you just call them? Instead of taking the easy out of a quick newsletter? Or, even worse, a blog that tells all and sundry the generalities of one's life, but is hardly personal?

Well, I am particularly bad about keeping up with people, so while I might not think newsletters are ideal, I take full advantage of them and enjoy receiving them. And I am going to do one worse, and have a newsletter blog! Oh the horror!

But at first after receiving the newsletter, I didn't know what I would write if I were to have a newsletter. Usually, newsletters say things like "Little Johnny learned to talk" or "Susie was Prom Queen" - because newsletters are usually "family" newsletters. And sure, I have family, but it's my parent's and siblings, so if I wrote that, it would be my parent's family newsletter. As a single young woman (with no children), I don't have any of your typical newsletter news. But lo and behold! I thought about it, and was actually able to come up with some stuff. Apparently I do lead an interesting (occasionally, anyway) life.

So here is my own personal, completely self-absorbed 2008 newsletter:

January: Took a ballroom dancing class spring semester. Learned some cool moves.

February: I went to Washington DC to visit Sarah. Mary flew in too. We saw Stephen Colbert's portrait by the bathroom. Did some other stuff. I threw away Kevin's contact lenses. Still chagrined about that.

March: Hmm...can't think of anything in particular I did here.

April: I started seeing a guy! That hadn't happened in years (or ever) so this was definitely newsworthy. Decided I should start volunteering at Matrix Lifeline (pregnancy center).

May: After about a month of just hanging out, I thought my guy friend and I need to DTR, and either move forward and become a bit more serious or just stop. About 2 days after I determined this, he blew me off. ...I guess that solved that problem.

June: Took a boxing class (Not in the ring. Just mitt and glove punching. Jump rope. Sit ups/push ups. That kind of thing). Went to Michigan. Caught a couple fish.

July: Um.... Didn't get a tan. Didn't get a new job. Didn't get a new boyfriend. Did get some awesome guns and abs of steel from the boxing class. Muscle definition rocks my socks! Oh, I also went to Chicago and saw some college friends.

August: Went to Costa Rica. Saw some cool stuff (hundreds of turtles coming onto the beach to lay eggs). Learned how to surf. Turned 25.

September: Signed up for ballroom dancing again. Gave up after nearly 3 years on growing out my hair (the longer it got, the more split ends and breakage I had). After months of training (or rather, procrastinating on my training), I started volunteering at Matrix. I give people pregnancy tests. Urine. Awesome.

October: Went to Nashville to visit Sarah. Mary and Lindsay and Molly were there too. Had book club at the library. Made some pumpkin thing that was pretty tasty. Had my car towed. Also, went to a Halloween party at a funeral home. Skipped several dance classes.

November: Ack! This was just a couple weeks ago. Surely I did something fun here. Or at least of interest. Let's see. November = Thanksgiving = family and food. Um, that's probably it. Oh, I think I went to a couple dance classes. Decided that I shouldn't sign up again, because I skipped almost as many as I attended.

December: Had a ornament/glitter workshop on my coffee table. (Family is doing an ornament exchange this year. Did I blog about this?) Started taking my boxing class again. Got my haircut again (with bangs! - I haven't had bangs since 6th grade). Typed up and edited a 184 page (250 or so recipes) family cookbook.

And that's about it! Was my year wicked awesome or what?

Dye!

2008-12-05T11:44:00.000-08:00

I've had this pair of pink pants for several years. They are bright pink, kinda fun, and they have been with me through I-can-barely-button-you days, as well as wow-these-things-are-just-hanging-off-me days. Don't you love having your weight fluctuate so much?? Right now they fit pretty well. Possibly getting a little tight, which is why I'm taking a boxing class again. That, and I like being able to beat up people.

But anyway, these pants that I've had for ages, I decided I didn't care for the pink anymore. So I dyed them purple! Yes! I am a super cool dying machine! Except not really. It was a lot more work that I thought it would be. Granted, if I had my own washing machine, it would have been simple as pie. Throw the garment in with the dye. Let it soak. Wash, rinse, repeat. Super easy. But I don't have a washer. So I did it in my sink. And while the dying itself wasn't that difficult, I did end up slashing my white shirt (it's lilac now), inhaling fumes (my snot was purple - I guess that means I wasn't healthy?), as well as being unable to sufficiently rinse the dye out. I worked on that thing forever! And it is still running purple! I'm giving up and tossing it in the washing machine. If it doesn't run clear after that, I don't know what to do. Go swimming in a lake with them on, I guess. I hope I don't catch pnemonia.

Speaking of which, I still have my stupid cough. It's been over a week. So I finally got around to buying some cough medicine last night. I was planning on buying Mucinex, though it kinda grosses me out because of those commercials, with the anthropomorphic phlegm-man living in a stomach (yes, I'm very phlegmy). But, it's uber expensive, and the nice pharmacist told me to go with this liquid cough syrup instead. Same medicine, just a liquid instead of a pill. And half the price! And I really don't mind. While it doesn't taste good, it's not completely disgusting. Though why they need to add red no. 40, I have no idea. Isn't medicine supposed to be good for you?

Well, whatever, I brought it to work with me and have been dosing myself, when I realized that I wasn't just dosing myself, I was overdosing myself. It says to take 2 tsp every 4 hours. I've been taking 4 tsp every 4 hours. So, I guess not that bad. And it's only been a couple doses. But still. Oops!

Dive Bombed and Pregnancy

2008-11-26T11:06:00.000-08:00

I had noticed during work that there were a lot of birds flying about, but I didn't really think about it. But when I came out of work yesterday, I had to stop in disbelief. They had dive-bombed the crap (pun intended) out of my car. There was barely a square inch clean. I wasn't sure if I should start laughing or cursing. I decided to go with the laughter, but I have a cold, and laughing caused me to start coughing. And it's a whale of a cough, the kind that doubles you over and makes you sound like you're dying. So there I am, half laugh and coughing my lungs out, standing alone in the empty parking lot and staring at my car which has bird crap all over it. I felt ridiculous.

Luckily, even though it is November, the car wash on 52 is still open, so I was able to get it mostly cleaned up. But the bird poop incident put my a bit behind schedule, because on Tuesdays I volunteer at Matrix Pregnancy Center. I give the pregnancy tests among other things. At first I thought that would be interesting, but the novelty has worn off and now all I can think of is that I handle pee. Awesome. Though I did have a dream last week or so where I thought I might be pregnant. It was reassuring to know that I could steal a test from Matrix and check.

But anyway, I usually volunteer for 2 hours and have 4 clients. But they don't always all show up, so I like to bring a book or my knitting or both the pass the time. Well, my first appointment had canceled, and I had a little time to kill, so I pulled out my book Birdsong, which is supposed to be good, but I wasn't really sure what it was about. For some reason I thought it had something to do with canaries and mine shafts. Maybe it does? Still don't know, because I only got to page 3 when Tyler, the guy who mans the front desk asked me what I was reading. I told him and gave him the whole spiel that I just outlined here; not sure what it's about, possibly canaries, supposed to be good. My copy doesn't have a summary on the back or in the front flap, so I didn't really have much else to say, since I had just started it. But he comes over and checks it out, reading the blurbs on the back, that I neglected to read. Apparently Birdsong is "stirringly erotic". Right. Maybe not the best book to bring to a pregnancy center where we try to encourage people not to have sex outside marriage. I might need some more practice on selling that message effectively.

Blogging on a Friday evening

2008-11-14T19:19:00.000-08:00

I actually had a nice evening thus far. I went out to eat with the 'rents and Jimmy, had an uber tasty gyros with deep fried mushrooms and zucchini on the side. I think I'm salivating again. Then I watched a movie with the family (The Bucket List), and now it is not yet 10:30, and I am in my pjs, listening to a little ELO (don't bring me down bruce!) and contemplating either bed or more television.

But I think for this blog, I am going to rewind a bit. I am going to talk about my apartment building and the strange happenings surrounding it, in spite of the completely unrelated above paragraph.

I live in an old building. The Historical Lahr Apartments were first opened in 1831 as a hotel (click on link if you like for more detailed info). I really like it here, and it reminds me a bit of Holy Cross or Le Mans. But a couple of my friends have mentioned that it creeps them out a bit, with all the twists and turns and reminds them of either zombies or The Shining. Or both. Well, a couple weeks ago, I was walking down the hall from one direction, when I pass this little boy (maybe 4 or 5) who is crying right when I reach my apartment door. Not knowing what to do, I enter my apartment and close my door. Then I realize that maybe I should check and make sure the kid is ok. So I open my door again to see if I can help, but there is no kid. He has disappeared. ...around a corner. And then into his apartment. So, yeah, ok, a little anticlimactic, but still, for the setting, kinda weird. And did I mention he was riding a bike and had a little boy named Tony who lives in his mouth??

And then today, as I am leaving my building (to go eat a gyros with fried mushrooms and zucchini on the side), this guy attacks me the second I step outside. And by attack, I mean, he kinda hugs me gently and says in a joking voice, "I'm breaking into your building." Not knowing what to do, I laugh awkwardly and keep walking. Luckily, I had parked directly opposite the door, so I am able to rush into my car and lock all the doors as he chases after me. Or, um, I look into my rearview mirror and see another chick walk out the building and start walking with random hug guy. Oh...so they must have been friends and he mistook me for her. Though, for the life of me, I don't know why he didn't just say something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I am a creep who likes to hug strangers unexpectedly as they exit buildings." To be fair a simple, "Oh, sorry, my friend just called and said she was on her way downstairs and I thought you were her" probably makes more sense. (Or should it be "you were she"? Grammar police?) Though, perhaps he was embarrassed by the fact that he randomly hugged an unknown young woman and so didn't say anything at all, especially after seeing my "what the hell was that" face.

He's just lucky I didn't have my pepper spray ready to go.

Halloween

2008-11-01T08:47:00.000-07:00

In the past, I was never much excited for Halloween. However, these last 2 years, I have planned months in advance what I wanted to dress up as. Last year, I was a suffragette. It was a killer outfit. But while again I had a new idea months ahead this year and worked on it a bit here and there, it never really came together.

Originally, I was going to be a punk rocker, with a mohawk (faux hawk, to be precise, because there was no way I would shave the sides of my head). However, when I decided back in the spring that that was a fabulous costume idea, my hair was way too long to do it. So I though I'd be Alice in Wonderland. I even bought a dress that would (sort of) work. But then I never did get a hold of her apron/smock thing, so that fell by the wayside.

But then, I cut my hair, so it was in theory short enough to make a mohawk. But, I needed to do a trial before Halloween day itself. It wouldn't do to plan on this, and then not be able to be a punk rocker because I can't the mohawk to stand up straight. So Wednesday, I bought some elmer's glue and gave it a shot. Yep, that's right. I put glue in my hair. But, it was a no go. Instead of a mohawk on top, I had crunchy hair that was sticking behind my head. Not so cute. I think if I had spent more time on it, I would have eventually been able to get it to work. But I had already spent 20 minutes, and I was tired of spraying, gluing, blow drying, and straightening hair that was wholly uncooperative.

So I decided to fall back on my suffragette outfit. Which again was an awesome outfit. (See above picture.) And, the party was held above a funeral home, which used to be the home of Helen Gruger, who was a local suffragette herself. So it fit surprisingly well! Plus, it was a different group of friends that I hung out with this year, so it wasn't quite a repeat of last year.

Anywho, I went to a party that some church friends were having. I hadn't seen any of them in awhile, because while they meet every week at a restaurant/bar that is just downstairs from where I live, I haven't been in months. I would say that I've been busy, but it has mostly been a case of "I'm tired after working all day, and The Office is on, so I'm going to watch that instead." Needless to say, my social life has been suffering due to my laziness. But, despite having seen or talked to any of these people in weeks and weeks, I had quite a good time.

One of my favorite things about this group of friends is that they like to dance. Don't get me wrong, other groups of friends like to dance, in particular my college friends. But, since I went to an all women's college, it is usually just a bunch of us bopping around having a dance party. Whereas with the St. Boniface crowd I can waltz and swing, which adds a new dimension of fun.

So since I had such fun, this Thursday I am definitely going to hang out the the church people. Really.

Blog #1

2008-10-28T07:53:00.000-07:00

I have decided to start a blog. It will probably be more of a "this is what I did today" rather than my thoughts and views on life, the universe and everything. And since nothing too exciting happens to me very often, it might not be super exciting. But that's ok. It will allow people I don't talk to very often to keep tabs on me, so that next time I do talk to them, I will have no idea how they know all this stuff about me.

So, enjoy! Leave comments so I won't feel that this is a futile exercise and that I'm only talking to myself. I do enough of that without the added effort of writing it all down.