That title makes me think of that MC Lars song “Hot Topic is Not Punk Rock”.
Anyways, you’ve probably noticed a severe drought in posting here at this brilliantly versed blog. Almost as bad as the Georgia Drought of 2007, where we were all asked to bathe for 5 minutes or less each day and required to recite “If it’s yellow, let it mellow; if it’s brown flush it down” after each public recital of the Pledge of Allegiance and singing of the National Anthem.
Undoubtedly each one of you must be asking yourself, “Why the lack of posting?” and “Hmm, still the same old sh*t here” as you navigate here and quickly out each day during your daily ritual of blog reviews. The short answer is we pretty much have forgotten that mpotter is pregnant and a baby will soon be living with the both of us in this house. The reason for that is that we are both the busiest we have ever been with our respective job/career/income generation mechanism that we simply don’t have the time.
As much as I hate to admit it, I have been tethered to this laptop like a ball on a rope tied to a pole all waking hours of the day. Even worse, it’s not for surfing the Web like it’s 1996 either. It’s all work, baby. And mpotter is not getting home to 9 or 10 each night due to Relay for Life preparations. We are working and acting like we’re in our 20’s right out of college. Seriously yo, I’m 31 but am acting like I’m 27! In fact, blog readers, I write this after being up up all night at 2 (two) Relay for Life events. [Ignore any comments from mpotter that I slept from 2AM-5AM in the car. Barnesville, GA is a very dangerous place and I felt it necessary to sit in the car during this time to ensure no rural youths tried to siphon my $3.68/gallon gas for their tractor]. As much as I hate to admit it, I am ALT-TABing as I type this to monitor bullsh*t jobs I kicked off for the “no-problems-at-all” application I am implementing. Add 10 PM indoor soccer games and necessary viewings of The Office and LOST, and any time to update this blog gets thrown away like…well, no need for analogy here.
So all of this sleep-deprived rambling begs the question: “What the hell are you going to do when the baby comes?”.
Let’s just say I hope it’s “Bring Your Baby To Work Day” everyday.