Ok, folks, it's time to come clean. I've been avoiding you. It's not because I don't miss you, 'cause I do. Madly. I miss your friendly comments. I miss seeing you showing up on my google stats. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you!
Really, it's me, not you. You've got to believe me.
I know lots of bloggers disappear due to lack of material, but I've got the opposite problem. I've got WAAAAAY too much to tell you. It's like reconnecting with a long lost friend and putting it off merely because there just aren't enough hours in the day to have a conversation long enough to cover everything that's happened since you last spoke. That's how it is for you and me, dear readers.
But it's time for that to end. I'm finally sitting down at my computer after many moons in order that we might catch up a bit and rekindle our friendship. Here goes...
For starters, I quit my job. It's a long story. We don't have time to cover the details. Basically, it was a good time for me to quit and my boss inadvertantly convinced me of this. We left on good terms. I miss working there and I definitely miss my co-workers, but I can't say I miss answering the phone all day long. For those of you who may have tried to reach me in the last couple of months, I've been on bit of a phone-hiatus. I'm slowly recovering. Soon I'll not only start answering my own phone again, but maybe even check a few voicemail messages. We'll see -- I make no promises.
So what's next, you ask? Nothing. Well at least not as far as paychecks are concerned. I've decided not to get another job right now, and instead pour my efforts into honing my house-wifery skills. I'm still getting used to telling folks that I'm a housewife sans children. Everyone looks at me a bit strangely, but I can't say I really mind. I've certainly never been a very career-driven lady. My motto has always been that "I was born to work part-time."
Since we last spoke (minus the kitty post, as that was pithy), I've traveled to the Grand Canyon, New York City, Kansas (Lawrence and the Farm), and San Francisco. I've taken up sailing (although it's still to be determined as to whether or not I finish the course---I'm a bit of a sissy). I've started
selling vintage goodies online.
And as of this afternoon, I've started a new
blog.
I've got pictures galore and stories even more. I'll try to post more as I can. There's sure to be mishaps aplenty as I take on my new role as house-wife extraordinaire. I make no promises, though, as there's nothing worse than reading a blog that only posts in order to apologize about not posting. I cringe should that be my fate.
Anyway, I truly have missed you all (all 4 of you that actually read my blog!). Til we meet again...
Today Phil and Relissa hosted the First Annual Ostrich Brunch and Matt and I were honored to attend. Holy yolks, folks. Or one yolk, to be more precise. Whoa. For more details, Matt tells the whole story in pictures on his flickr set. It will blow your mind. Or maybe just make you hungry.
