Last night Mr. E finally read my blog. Some may think a supportive husband would be reading his wife's blog daily, the first to comment and laugh at her endearingly, witty remarks. Of course he would be reading someone else's blog to find those remarks but that is not the point. Mr.E has been through this before. A couple times. If you had the chance to read my previous blogs you would note the grammar and spelling were pretty darn good. This is thanks to Mr. E because, as you can tell, I have the spelling and grammar skills of a 5th grader. Blindfolded. The point I'm trying to make here is this is not my first rodeo people. Umm... blog rodeo that is. I used to have an Office Job.
I had the kind of job where you sit behind a computer for 8 hours a day and have LOTS of free time to do things like...blog. And you might also live in Los Angeles where the sun is always shining and you can see the ocean from your floor to ceiling windows and blog everyday about how wonderful life is. And life is really almost perfect. Except that awful office job where you feel cooped up and are developing a gnarly (yes, I said "gnarly"-"awesome" is next in line) case of Restless Leg Syndrome sitting behind a desk everyday. Pretty soon you find yourself applying for a job at your friendly local airline. And lo and behold you are one of the chosen! This means you must pack up all your belongings and move to a place that strikes fear in the hearts of many- Baltimore, Murderland. But you do it anyway because you hate the 9-5 life and Mr.E has a sweet job lined up and maybe you can finally afford to buy a house and get a puppy and your wicked (shout out to my Bostonians!) case of RLS will disappear. So you move. And start flying. And love it. Then you buy a house, adopt your puppy and life is near perfect again. But somewhere amid that perfection you stop blogging.
So here I am back in the proverbial blogging saddle. Why start again? Because I truly love writing. Whether or not I actually have talent is highly debatable but I have a wicked, awesome, gnarly time doing it. And that's what matters right? That and using as much sweet, sweet vocuabulary from the 80's as possible. Right on dudes. Right on...
And for you're viewing pleasure.... catch phrases from the 80's!
I pity the fool!
The A Team.
Just Kidding!!!!!!!!
ALF on ALF.
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit...
The air traffic controller on Airplane (insert random addictive drug at the end of the phrase).
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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I feel like you are totally talking about me right now (well as in my current life, that used to be yours).
ReplyDeleteI don't let the Mr. read my blog cause when he read my old blog he would go crazy on me about all my grammer and spelling mistakes. So annoying.