Dude

I'm goin' to see the hip.

Yo, Stupid

I just poked around on my Blogger dashboard and discovered that I had 12 comments to moderate and publish. 12 comments from friends and strangers that dated back to just about a year ago. 2006! I had no CLUE these things were sent and basically sitting there WAITING for me to discover and *ahem* respond to. Me thinks I ought to have clicked on that "Moderate Comments" tab a little sooner in my blogging career.

But alas, I thank you, dear commenters from the past, for paying attention to this little site of mine. I promise that this is the beginning of the blog again and I promise to pay attention to the fact that you visit and perhaps even take the time to drop me a note.

And now, all flustered from my discovery, I've forgotten why I logged on and what I was gonna post in the first place.

Oh yeah. I was all depressed cause I just received an e-mail notifying me that my 20 year high school class reunion will be held this year. Am I really that old? Thank God 40 is the new 30 cause that means I'm still in my "20s"...

Oh, and the search for the perfect outfit begins TODAY.

Not natural

I just don't like daylight saving time. I hate it. I'm off kilter for at least a week, constantly thinking about what time it really SHOULD be. I don't care that in July it will be light out until 10:00 p.m. Who cares? Enjoying a sunset at 9:00 p.m. is just as good and shit, with 3 kids to manage all day I say the sooner it gets dark the better. BEDTIME EVERYONE!

Just another reason we should have stayed in Arizona.

Oh, and I will correct everyone I speak to that calls it SAVINGS time. Ugh.