Good Golly Jeez Y'all

I have done it, I have succeeded.   My parent's basement...is no more.   Quite literally!  

Muahahaha!

Yeah, no.  I didn't destroy it in a sudden blaze of frustrated glory.   

If YOU don't want it, NONE shall have it!

A new family is in it.   All fancy and sparkling and new.   That's right kittens my parents sold their house.  It one chaotic month the address box underneath their names changed.  

But wait, there's MORE.

I didn't move with them.   Ok, I did for the first two weeks.  But it was a very short two weeks!   I am now sharing a place with my bro.  Yes, my bro, as in brother.  As in sibling, as in blood related.    We're only a month or two in but so far so good.  

I've only threatened violence to him once.  Or thrice...

I tried to update my page a bit more, make it more me.   Discovered that I must be allergic to photo taking or something...

YAY A NEW GOAL!

I'M BACK. IN BLUE. Does that still count?

My New Years resolution was to get back to writing, does it count if it's within 3 months?  I can tell I'm rusty as my hands literally flake over the keyboard.  Okay, they're not literally flaking, but I can hear them creaking.  

Life update:  I am employed, but I have strict rules about talking about my job on a public forum.  For example Rule number 1: Don't talk about it.   See?  I've already broken it.

I am still living with my parents.  

I am not dating anyone.

My parent's house is on the market and we have three dogs who would scare away any potential buyers.  On days that there are multiple showings we don't have much choice in what we can do besides shove our four legged friends into my mom's car and drive around for hours on end.   Sometimes I'll abandon ship and go do my own thing.  Like today I went to see a movie by myself for the second time in my whole life.  (The first time was also during a long ass day of dog hair circulating in very small quarters.  I saw Warm Bodies)

Today I saw Oz.  

How do I describe it?  Predictable?  Bland?  Those are good words.  The 3D was wasted.  The acting was strong, I thought the writing and story was where it fell flat.   Old jokes were recycled, like the old I'm-drowning-but-not-really gag.

The laptop is about to die, so I'll leave it here for now.    There will be more about it later.  Maybe.  Maybe some will read that too?  Or this?

If ya are, have a hug.  Unless you don't like people touching you so have a cookie.   Unless you're on a diet, in which case I've got nuttin' for ya.  Sorry.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Why hello there Mr. Blog Man.   I hope you didn't miss me too terribly, did you think I had abandoned you?   That I had spent one night with you, had my fill, then never called back?

I would never do that Mr. Blog man.  In fact, I hope to see you in a weekly manner.

This week has been very eventful.  Did you know that I turned 23?   On Saturday the 8th of September I once again aged a year and increased my cemented status as an ADULT.   Except there's one problem, I don't really act or feel like much of a grown up.   It doesn't help that I moved back in with my parents right after college in hopes of finding a career that would help me gain my independence.   Are you aware of the state of the economy Mr. Blogman?  I would suppose so, since you're connected to the wide vast endlessness of the Internet.

QUICK! What's the capital of Idaho?  Boise?   Did you google that?

I'm slowly working my way up to adulthood.  So very very slowly...

Something else exciting happened this week, today in fact.  My big sister packed up her things and headed back toward that great ATL of GA for GOOD.  At least we hope.  Right now my poor parents have two 20something year olds living under their roof.  It's the first night so we're still under a grace period.  We still like each other.   Which will last...to an extant.  We are sisters after all, fighting is be expected I suppose.  (My mother counts her blessings since my sister and I do not have the same taste in clothes or shoes.)

Big brother is nearby too, the only one of us siblings to live independently now.   I think I'll hear about that when he comes over for football again next Saturday...

I think I'll bid you to farewell now Mr. Blogman.   I can hear my mother cutting me a piece of some leftover birthday cake...

Would you like a piece?  I'll just shove it through the screen...

Post Number One: A few signs of life...

Why hello there, fresh new blog.  I hope you're excited about being newly created, because I'm excited about having a place to put all of my ideas.  Now don't get your hopes up, you're probably thinking that your pages and pages of digital potential will be filled with highly philosophical prose and thoughtful dialogue about the world we live in.  Maybe there will be a post dedicated to the fate of children in a far off third world country, or maybe there will be a discussion about the role of women in this day in age, or maybe even they'll be a whole week all about the presidential election and well researched pros and cons listed for each side.

I am sorry blog, because your user will not be using you in such a way.

Instead, here are some pictures of my cat:

Happy First Blog Y'all!  Says Benny

This is my cat Benny.  He likes to give me love scars.

I think you will find that in lieu of a long in depth discussion about the ways of the world, in it's place will be a long rant about why the last 10 minutes of Insert Movie Name Here pissed me off.   Or made my cry.

Marley and Me made me cry.  Mr. Holland's Opus made me cry.  The Notebook did not make me cry.  Because I did not see it.

Now here's the awkward part where I try to transition to an ending.   I don't really feel like creating a transitional sentence then carrying the new idea into a final thought and wrapping it all up.

So I'll just do it in a total classic way.

FIN.

(You see?  It's in another language, so it's classy.)