Pass the chocolate and booze.

It’s funny sometimes, you wake up in the morning and all feels right with the world. Then your day begins and that one tiny thing sets you off on a path of knowledge that today, of days, will not go well for you, or anyone else that is associated with you.
The lack of appreciation that you feel on a regular, if not daily basis, comes in droves. You get to the office and read an email, that is meant to be uplifting and informative, makes you wonder why it wasn’t just called “Ways to kiss the Boss’ ass.” and instead makes you want to punch babies. Disclaimer, it WAS a pretty ass-kissy email. Fuck that at 9am. <—- ┬áSee what I mean??!
So, here’s to you, sibling in raving lunacy…you are not alone. You are in good company. Mediocre company. Meh, you’re not alone.

Visiting and old friend

I used to love this blog. I still do. I guess that’s why I’ve paid for the domain for years and years, even though I stopped using it a long time ago. I’d worked for hours on end over that layout, the beautiful fall colours and the sunflower background. Agonized over the html that I taught myself how to use and manipulated the code to repopulate the site dynamics the way I wanted them. Maybe that’s why, when it was corrupted and I lost everything, I just never got back into the groove again.
When I first started blogging, I had younger kids and I tried to jump on the mommy blogger bandwagon. I had a bunch of followers, and followed a bunch of bloggers, but as hard as I tried, I was not a Mommy blogger. And I wasnt good at faking it just for the popularity it may or may not bring. I did get some free promo swag out of it though, and that was pretty cool. And, of course, I made some good virtual friends and that’s always a plus.
I’ve tried to get this blog up and running again, here and there. I just havent been able to find a layout that I like and have the patience to work with. I’m hoping this one will cover it. I’m not looking for a following. I’m not looking for internet notoriety. I don’t even expect anyone to read this, really. I just like the idea of getting some thoughts out of my head and throwing them out into the universe.
I also like to look back at archives and see how deep and meaningful my life was in the past. Read: How totally full of shit I am on a regular basis.