at long last

How long has it been? Too long. Long enough, apparently, that I had to create a new blog because my old one was taken down. Or, I just can't remember the password/site name. Yeah, that's probably it. In any event, it took me 4 months to update the Storm site. So one could say that while I may have "intended" to blog, or at the least update the team site, somehow I just can't seem to keep up with everyday things, nevermind finding time to write about how I don't have time to keep up with everyday things.

So, where do I start? Well, we're going to get a new car. At least, I hope we will. Ours has definitely given us all it's got and then some. And while she's still kicking around, one could say she is on her last legs, or tires, or whatever the appropriate car-cliche would be. In any event, we're thinking of a wagon of some sort. I never really thought of myself as a "wagon" person. But having a dog changes you. I know, deep.

In other news, I've lost track of what's going on in the world since I no longer read the new yorker on a weekly basis. I wish I did. Maybe I will ask for a subscription for Christmas. The problem is that since I don't take the metro/subway as often as I did when I lived in the big apple, I have to slot in reading the new yorker during other prime reading times (ie: before bed) so then books get put on hold and that is never a happy occasion. If only I didn't feel pressure to read. Not a bad kind of pressure, just the kind that makes you feel uncomfortable as though you have not satisfied a craving, or an itch.

Also, is it something in the water, or is there some sort of subliminal message being sent out that NOW is the time to be pregnant? Seems like all our friends either have kids, want to have kids, are trying to have kids, or are pregnant. Now, this is not a bad thing. Especially when I have the best name reserved if we one day have a boy. But even the few blogs I read, when I have time to read them, seem to be focused on getting/being pregnant.

Right then.

Back to the grind.