Moving Delirium

Ech.  It’s dusty in here.

It’s been 2.5 months since my last confession blog post.  You don’t want to hear all of the excuses, do you?  Let’s move on.

Since my last post, my mother arrived safely and departed safely and returned hom safely.

I’ve been working a lot - strangely, I am working on two blogs about dogs.  I hope I don’t get typecast.  I really don’t want to be the dogbloglady.

Lately I’ve been working on a project revamping six blogs for a company that’s going to start a blog media company thingy.

We’re going to the Outer Banks for a little vacation thingy at a beach house that is so incredibly packed with ammenities, I can’t believe how little we’re paying for it.

I’m working on the blog here, you know, design-wise, so it’s going to look like crap for a while, but I don’t know if anyone actually looks at blogs anymore.  I don’t.  I just read your feeds.  Sorry.  I think eventually everyone is just going to have one RSS feed that everyone else is going to subscribe to.  No Twitter, blog, etc.  Oh - and it will be implanted in your brain.

The drive from New Mexico to North Carolina involves direction like:

Merge onto I-40. Continue to 1730 miles.

It’s not an especially fun drive unless you have just graduated from college and think that Albuquerque is the best place on earth and that you’ll finally live in a cool place with fun things to do. Or, if you are leaving Albuquerque to drive to Virginia six years later because you cannot wait to get away from that dusty, brown city and you can’t imagine why anyone would ever want to live there.

My mom is making that drive as we speak. It’s about 1757 miles. On Interstate 40. The first night, she called and said that they’d made it as far as Santa Rosa, NM. I checked Google Maps and that’s a solid 143 miles.

She should be here in about 11 days.

I found some Ramen noodles in the cabinet that are at least two years old.  I think they were from 2005.

So I ate them (minus the “flavor” packet.)

Good news!

They taste just as bad three years later.

Jack Nicklaus, Jack Nicholson… close enough

Some of you wondered what I listen to when I’m working.

Well, I listen to this: Read My Mind

Just that.

I have this annoying cute thing that I do - I only listen to one song for a really long time. Over and over. Don’t you have even more sympathy for ChEric that you already did?

A note on this song, which, for the record, is Read my Mind by The Killers. I’ve had a giant crush on this band for a long time now and just recently found out that the lead singer is a devout Mormon. I had mixed emotions about this. Not that I have any against Mormons (Hi Lori!). It’s just like finding out that your parents are Russian Spies.

Anyway, to simulate my working situation:

1. Play song
2. Goto 1