Falling down on the Blog

Look! Look! Look!

It is my second post this year. This. Year. Yeesh. That is not a good blogging record.

Awhile ago I was thinking I'd do this super update / fresh start deal where I started blogging on my .Mac website (yet to be posted), but then I didn't. I think that Facebook has a good deal to do with this, as it is my main info page these days. But it does not have a blog function, so it must be something else. Hmmm.

It could be that my life is now too boring for words. But no, I think it is still the same as it has been, probably much more awesome then it ever has been, actually. So that leaves:

I have stopped noticing stuff besides my work and potentially sleep. That must be it. So now, here, at the dining room table, I will begin to notice things again, and tell you all about them. Here goes.

Right now, Toby (the cat) is looking at me like I smell peculiar. This is possible since I just got back from the gym. Now he is walking away: further suggestion that a shower should be in my near future.

Also, I am typing in the dark. I have a nasty habit of doing that. In fact, I do not turn the light on in my CMHA office very often, as it has a window. The window doesn't provide much light, but I prefer the small amount of real light to a large amount of fake light.

There is a bird out back that is whistling what sounds like "Freee Beeeeer." I am sure that is not what he is singing, but he is saying it so determinedly that I almost want to go out there and check.

Speaking of beer, Tonya and I were at the Whole Foods in Birmingham (ROCKS. SO. MUCH.) yesterday when we saw a beer that is both locally brewed and supports local humance societies. Awesome! But I don't know what it tastes like yet, because we didn't buy any. We both said, "sweet!" and then walked on to purchase 4lbs of chicken. We like chicken.

To further follow the beer thought: The other day Tonya and I were out with Shane and Michelle for Pizza. I aksed the nice waitress lady for a beer recommendation, and she pointed out a dark lager "from the makers of Budweiser" that was apparently a "step up from Guinness." I really wanted to stay and eat, so I did not scream, nor did I laugh. I drank the beer, and it was a step up from Guinness if by step up you mean weak approximation and by Guinness you mean crap. But I thanked her all the same, feeling sorry for her since she felt telling me that it was "from the makers of Budweiser" was a good thing.

Toby is back. He is biting at my toes and somewhat violently ramming his head into my elbow, which means it is probably time to give him dinner... time to go. Perhaps someone will read my second post of the year... who knows? After all, I have fallen down on the blog.

I hope everyone is well!
Peace,
Joe