Well, I'm happy to report that my pen & paper journal gets ignored about as much as my blog, which means there is no need for the pair to get in a jealous fight for my attention.
My mom spoke to my brother this morning which I suppose is an early birthday present for her. She had to be over the moon about it. Apparently they chatted about Abramoff and the domestic spying program. You can imagine my brother's delight that this is what he's defending. In the meantime, my boyfriend, who couldn't care less about politics, is indifferent to my family's obsession with current events and politics.
While I'm thinking about it, Saturday is the big day. My dad turns 60. I do the 60th birthdays spectacularly for my parents. It's my way of attaining for their 50th birthdays (my dad got baby food so he could gum it. Yes, I now know that I was cruel and I will suffer for it.) For those of you who are friends of my dad to whom he bragged about the blog (and who overcame your disappointment to come back for more,) if you know his birthday surprise, "Shhhhhhh!" He's still clueless and too computer illiterate to find out about it here.
Now onto "disappointment" and "this blog." Crap, I let this slide for the last six months. The only thing good to happen was the design (thanks again, Jen!) I must confess, I miss my links to other blogs and my archives. My archives at least showed that when I wasn't under significant stress, I could intelligently blog with frequency. My links made me a part of a large community that has abandoned because, well, I abandoned it. Oh, and my counter, because aren't we all junkies for the counter? Then again, the truth is that I've been a crappy, lazy, depressed blogger. I could say that's going to change now, but since I've been doing is promising to change, I think I'll spare all of us that delusion in this post.
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