Life moves pretty fast...

And then it was March. 2006. No, rehearsal was not that long. But this just goes to show you how busy a life can get. Since that last posting, I've been on stage seven times, written and directed my own play, been downsized, met an amazing woman, lived off a severence, found a temp job, and was hired on full-time at another company where I survived a downsizing (which was nice because the people there are wonderful and I have a window with a view now). And those are just the highlights.

Serioulsy though, I won't bore you with the details of the past. And that in itself is a surprise to me because I love to talk and to weave a good story - most often people cannot shut me up. But then I'm at a point in my life where sitting in my - I mean "the" - office in my house (I'm very possessive about this den) and typing away to the world through a blog on a Sunday morning just seems like a procrastination. But then that's me with the busy.

To completely deviate what is turning into a semi-boring blog about life and the finer points of planning ahead, might I just stop and recommend listening to KANE sometime? If you're not familiar with the band, you should try to remedy that. See, this is what happens when you meet people who have an undying devotion to a certain group - they suck you in and the next thing you know you're barreling down a highway under the delusional assumption that you too can sing "Crazy in Love" like a certain Oklahoman (is that what they call people from Oklahoma?). Well, trust me - if you like rock with a skosh of country (or is country with a skosh of rock) or you just like great music or if you're open to new experiences that would otherwise go heretofor un....I digress. KANE. That's the site. You have my official stamp of approval. And yes, I was listening to their CD - this interjection was not as random as it may have first appeared.

All right, I'd love to ruminate on the ruminatable all morning long, but I have a house to polish up before the Oscars tonight and there's still that matter of breakfast (I've been told by - well, everyone - that I can get cranky, yeah cranky, that's a good word for it, if I don't intake food on a regular schedule), so...

Thanks for stopping by. With any luck (or just a little determination), I will post more frequently and eventually start sharing anecdotes (like what happened at lunch the other day) that will have you rolling on the floor with laughter or, if I'm really good, a little teary-eyed. Trust me - more laughs than tears. Unless they're laughing tears -- yeah, I'm aiming for those.

Now you're wondering what happened at lunch the other day aren't you? Yeah, that's called a cliffhanger. Until next time.