Don't Faint. I haven't quit blogging

although maybe I should. I've left y'all hanging for the better part of 2 months (no, it hasn't been three, I posted something in January but it was crap so I took it down-- I don't think I've written anything so uninspired in all my life).

Why is it that I've been ..not posting? Well, it's not because I'm busy because I'm married.

Truth is, I seem to have an aversion to my computer. Mostly because I've been spending all my time with this:
He's my new best friend. His name is Inigo.
(Got the picture from apple.com. Please excuse copyright.)

Love this toy. It's much fun to be had anywhere there's wireless. And if I had an iPhone, I'd be listening to Radio Paradise 24/7. I think my head would explode.

BUT anyway.
This is the first time I've sat down to this computer for any good reason in a long time. To blog.

What have I been up to?
Discovering things:
1. Work is an interesting place. And, at the same time, not interesting. Don't expect me to get any more detailed than that. I have no hate about any of it, just observations that I find unusual. On another note, layoffs are coming and there's no guarantee I'll have a job next year. But no one is saying my position will be cut, either. So we'll see.

2. I don't have to be pissed off anymore. Sometimes you spend enough time being angry about old news that you have to decide to put it behind you. Doesn't mean it doesn't creep up sometimes, but I can handle it with grace and move on.

At least my face doesn't turn red anymore.

3. I hate money. It's the bane of my existence, only to please my creditors and to maintain some abstract number that determines my worth to anyone who doesn't know me. F*ck that noise.

4. Not sure I believe in unions anymore. This us-against-them mentality... counter productive. I hate seeing hate breed. It's amost as offensive to me as the thought of my parents having sex.

5. Joy. I'm happy. I like that I have a fuzzy husband who likes to snuggle and isn't grouchy when I don't clean up after myself or say something stupid. Like tonight I was talking to an acquiantance about how even hot guys aren't that hot. That even if there's one that's absolutely beautiful, he will eventually lose his shine and just be... mediocre. The guys at the far end of the table started ripping on westley about how I thought he was ugly. And westley didn't get mad at me. He was laughing along and ripping them right back.

I think he might be an angel. A very patient one. Either that or my expectations are so low that I'm impressed by rational behavior. But anywho...

6. Working out is hard to do. I think I'm not sleeping well enough-- when I wake up, I am coherent enough in the morning to make excuses for NOT getting up and working out. Which leads me to the next one:

7. I feel fat as a cow and.. ugh, I might be on the verge of a crash diet here, people. I can't seem to control portion sizes, I eat when I'm not hungry, and generally feel like a human balloon by the time 3 o'clock rolls around. My stomach either feels empty or full... I think this might be hell.

Shut up, it's a woman's curse. We're supposed to compare ourselves to anorexic pre-teens and then think we're fat. It's our god-given right. So stop lusting after them and we'll quit torturing ourselves.

8. My version of hell would be middle schoolers acting rowdy and disrespectful in an adjacent room while I try to sleep, except I have insomnia. And there would be someone at the end of my bed clipping their fingernails for eternity. And one of the kids in the other room would be singing something-- the same verse or chorus over and over and over again in a weird voice-- like Glowmer's voice.. another one would keep saying the same phrase the same way over and over and over again...

9. I have wedding pictures. Just picked them up today. But I don't have any digital versions of them, so ...you're still waiting.

But don't worry. I'll be back to post some choice shots. And there are quite a few that are nice.

Watch me post this without editing it too much.
Will I live to regret it? Hmmm..