Fancy Pants

Alright, so I guess I'm going to do this.  More as a journal for my crazy mind than for your entertainment, though the two may wind up going hand-in-hand at times.

Just a warning that this is going to be filled with the random shit I think of while I'm lying awake in bed at 2am and my mind is racing.  And then because I am some sort of freak, I get to a point where I (need) to trace back and figure out how I got to my current thought from where I started.  You thought I was kidding when I said I have a crazy mind?  I don't make this shit up.

PS, don't let your kids read this over your shoulder.  I swear like a sailor.

Which brings me to another point.  Why does every mom start a blog as soon as she has a kid?  I don't get it.  Didn't you have anything to say about anything before you had a kid?  No offense meant to my mommy friends out there; this is just an observation.

While I'm being random, let's discuss the fact that at 33-years old I am finally employed in a job I enjoy, doing something I believe in, working with people I like, close to home, and having a blast doing it.  For the last 12 or so years (fuck, I am old!) I've been kind of wandering around "doing stuff" as it presented itself, making money, going to work everyday, but so.not.happy.  Always good at my jobs but never happy or fulfilled or challenged or even excited by the work.  But now I am.  I am so excited to go to work everyday because I truly have no idea what the day will bring but I know I will laugh, I will help people, and I will accomplish at least one thing I am proud of.  Undoubtedly you will be regaled with many stories of the people who turn up when we turn on the "crazy magnet".  More on that later!

OK - that is enough mental spew for one post.  My first real post!

Later gaters.