blogattack

OMG. I have a blog. OMG, I used OMG. Shoot me now. No, please don't, just know that I have a love/hate relationship with the whole "blog" thing. The last time I ranted online, I had a reason. I was pregnant. And, I had an extra hour and a half every morning after my shit.e.ous drive to the Medical Center to sit at my desk, ponder, drink coffee and wait for the day to actually START. 

Fast-forward, oh, let's see...almost 3 years later, I now work close to home, have an almost 2 1/2 year old and I'm slowly muttering through the last year of my 20's. Hot damn.

Perhaps this will fill the void that silently sits in the pit of my being, waiting to be filled with something, anything, words, ideas, bad t-shirt ideas, bumper sticker sayings, etc. Basically to shut the internal conversation in my head, the HELL up. 

Must get back to work now. I have yet to figure out how to print a damn invoice to my liking. 

ciao.