Posting, shmosting. It’s overrated. The sun is shining and I imagine the birds might be singing (were I to ever to venture outside of this cubicle fortress and, like, frolic in it all or something) and my body and head are aching with every request and key tapped and errand run. They ache with the build up of lactic acid, yes, but also I ache (metaphorically, natch) for sun soaked leisure and popular fiction and holding hands and all day movie marathons and popcorn and tacos (yes, Sluggo, I said tacos) and maybe a glimpse of the things that make us feel at ease with the world and calmed to the calamity and chaos that confronts us and surrounds us every day, every moment, relentless and without hope.

It would appear my re-emergence into the blogosphere is a little bit of a downer, huh? Yikes : ) Ok, let me try to redeem myself and say something interesting, entertaining and/ or informative (or all three if I am truly one of the ambitious). Me accomplishing these three goals would have to be predicated on you caring about what is going on in my life and also thinking I am wicked funny (just inherently, really). That was my caveat – and awaaaay we go!

I am attending a “boot camp” style work out club (KSett calls it “Celebrity Fit Club”) twice a week and it is the first steady exercise I have committed to in years. The gang is all younger and more fit than me (try to control your shock at that one) but I think I am keeping up – at least in my mind I am totally dominating the scene (i.e. not quitting in the middle, crying or passing out) So go me : )

The jazz group I have been singing with for a few years now recorded our first “demo” a few weekends ago and we are getting the mix this week from our lovely drummer/ sound technician S. We listened to the rough mix last week and I think, all in all (warts and all?) it’s pretty ok. A learning experience to be sure. I am proud of everyone in the band and excited that this might spur us forward in the world of actually (gasp!) playing out and expanding on what we do and what we get out of it. People who have heard it thus far have been pretty supportive – we’ll see : )

My HLP K.’s sister is getting married next month (yay!!) and the Chili Con Carnival is right around the corner as well. J & E’s new puppy Cy is now almost full grown and a welcome reminder that life should be simple and fun, even when it is really not feeling like either.

There is a boy. I shall refer to him as Sluggo (he really loves that nickname, it’s in the book). Sluggo (full name Sluggo Von Beejerstein) and I have been spending a lot of time together over the past few months gardening, dusting and eating tacos and are going to a wedding together in June (how’s that for random?). He is a book guy, a doting father, a great camper, an ardent admirer of bacon, a sea of patience and a lover of the Muppets. Also, when he looks at me weird things happen with my brain chemistry. It's not easy to describe... have you ever seen a cartoon where the animated person/ creature/ alien gets hypnotized and you see the psychedelic spirals turning in their eyes while sparkles pop out of the side and the get kind of a vacant happy look on their face? Anyway, I am a fan : )

Ok, better wrap it up. I would promise to post more often but that would be largely silly and none of you would believe me anyway (empirical evidence, blah blah blah) : )

‘Til we meet again lovey doves : )