Deep breath… here comes a long update. You may wanna get some coffee and come back…
Have you ever walked into someone’s home, taken a look around and suddenly noticed that something was different? Are you getting that feeling right now? Welcome to the new look for my updates page. Or as the cool kids call it, “my Blog”.
Yeah. That’s right. I said “Blog”. That makes me feel cool. Blog, Blog, Blog, Blog.
I figured things would be easier this way. Instead of all the cutting and pasting and swearing and throwing things and hurting people, this blog is faster and takes up less space. And when you’re done, just click the menu link or keep clicking back. It’s just like the old page. Except this one looks cool. Now I can update whenever I feel like it without having to log into and load pages.
Of course there could come a time when everything back fires like a 57 Chevy and I’m forced to go back to the old look, but that’s nothing you need to worry about. All you have to do is keep coming back. And buy t-shirts. Lots of them. Help put my kids through college. I know. I don’t have kids. But if I did, wouldn’t you want them to get a good education?
Let’s see… back in the real world… I had a fun yesterday hanging out at my friend’s restaurant and boning up on my cooking skills. Why, you might ask? Because I felt like it. I’ve always though – despite what some people might think – that I haven’t yet learned everything. So why not take advantage of the fact that my friend’s mother is willing to teach me a thing or two in the kitchen of a real working restaurant.
Granted, unless I open a restaurant of my own in the future, (which I have thought about) knowing all the secrets won’t help, but it’s always great to pick up a tip or two when it comes to serving pasta and calamari. At least when friends come over for dinner I can get my timing down right and have meals served up hot and fresh. Doesn’t that sound nice?
Aren’t I just Martha freakin’ Stewart? Next watch me make a toaster-cozy out of old newspapers and bubble gum.
Five paragraphs later and I’m still getting used to the idea of using a blog as a journal. I know some people who swear by this thing and post five or six times a day. Five or six times? Really! How much is there to tell about someone’s life? I woke up. I ate bran flakes. I crapped myself for an hour. (No, not really)
Seriously. Get a life. Then again, I’m sure there have been days when I had nothing better to do than talk about how many times I washed my hands or thought about changing my socks. And now with an easier way to get those thoughts on line, I just may finally get around to sharing my deepest and darkest ideas. Or I may get bored and do some work.
Nah. Doubt that.