This MIGHT Be a Lame Social Gathering...

(the above is a catchphrase from one of my current favorite radio ads for beer).

Sadly, it also describes THIS BLOG (at least for the past few months). When Gopher (AKA My Young) Scottish Plaything inquired what I had been up to (in addition to the obvious answer, "Not blogging!!") I replied that, now that I have something resembling a REAL job (read here: one that keeps me too busy to blog & blog surf on the clock) my writing AND surfing habits have declined in a shocking fashion.

I just ain't been doin' either.

So now that you know what I have been up to, some narcissistic part of my subconscious wants to hold off sharing more until I get pictures from the pub crawl I participated in last night. In brief, picture 30 inebriated adults (not counting the bus driver or one passenger who opted not to imbibe) wearing Department of Transportation orange t-shirts, careening madly about town for 5 hours & visiting 6 bars. We came, we drank, we went home. Most of us ended up coming home with various illegible phrases written in permanent black marker on the t-shirts. SOME of us also came home with illegible phrases written on their LEGS in black permanent marker. Not sayin' who... not sayin' what... Just sayin"...

Other than working like a mad-woman & apparently drinking like one, I've also been busy with family related fun. Grandma spent a few weeks in the hospital's skilled care unit building up her strength so that she can continue to live at home with my mom. Mom decided that she needed to vie for my attention as well, the result being her taking a flying splat off of the new wheel chair ramp in front of her house (turns out her rotator cuff is "damaged," but the doc is having her do therapy vs. surgery to see if that works). Trust me, when I came by two days later to cut her grass, there was still a Mom-shaped crop circle next to the ramp, shaped like a perfect cutout of da Mama herself-- all that was missing was a chalk outline and police tape. We also recently had a quickie visit from my brother-- his wife spent the summer in Uruguay visiting her mother, so he took some time to fly home from Missouri to visit us before her return. The golden boy even came and worked some much-needed magic on my home computer-- alleluia!

Are we happy now? Keep telling yourself "My life is better, now that Laura has posted." Just thought I would throw my massive readership a bone-- wouldn't want you to think I'd shuffled off the mortal coil & forgot to give notice. I'm here, ever-so-slightly hungo'er, but here nonetheless.