Zach Galifianakis Does Vegas

The fact that this movie is opening on my 31st birthday feels a lot like the universe loves me.

GO!

Look, I'm late to meet Blythe for happy hour, but this can't wait: READ THIS BLOG.
WARNING: Will probably make you cry. If not, please see cardiologist immediately.
Thanks.

On Not Sipping Gin and Juice. . .yet!

Suffice it to say things continue to be a little whack-a-doo around the Sullivan sphere. Thankfully my BFF continues to keep a roof over my head while my boss and colleagues are rotating out like greedy little post-season free agents. At this writing, I am supposed to report to a new head honcho yesterday and my only other cohort just went on bed-rest 8 weeks before her due date (sooo O-O-O good for her + baby - REALLY; just kinda cray-zay work-wise).

While I could/should pen a post about how I'm still without wheels on the west coast, which is a lot like going without water or Taylor Kitsch or any other thing necessary for survival -- I cannot. (This car-less-ness is mostly due to my own indecisiveness/desire to buy a non-horrible old skool Jeep Cherokee Grand Wagoneer with the wooden sides, a feat that takes time, apparently). Or perhaps a post about the fact that every morning I pilfer one of two suitcases for matching socks, with very varied results. (Too boring. You don't care and neither do I, really.)

Nope, I can't write much (more) because tonight have yet another rec volleyball game to lose. Last week we were beaten by a team of AARP All-Stars, featuring a 55+ year old outside hitter who wore a brace on every.single.one of his joints and he played like Iceman in Top Gun. Thankfully, he never took off his shirt.

On the upside, I'm seeing my family a lot more often and eating delicious Mexican food WHENEVER I WANT TO and also enjoying the genius of recent (to me) cultural developments like "Dancing With The Stars" and the Blazers actually being decent guys with decent game (vs. spoiled jerk thugs circa 00-05ish). It's mighty hard to concern myself with neglecting my blog when those sorts of good nuggets abound, but for those of you still checking in, thanks for sticking with me during this post-Europe/China transition phase!

I'll move back into my house come July first, and with any luck, have a right-on little blog writing nook established just as soon as I unpack everything that’s been in storage for ALMOST A YEAR NOW (except all my CD's which I never unpack, apparently). Can you tell I’m counting down the days? T-minus sixty-two!