My kingdom for a comment!

Well well. There are people out there, you know, reading random blogs. Who knew? I have no idea how Justin Speers found my blog, and there is an equal black hole in my brain where any knowledge of how to find another blog might have resided. Trust me, I looked.

This does bring up an interesting thing though. Why did I have a little rush when I found out he read my marginally interesting verbosities? I suppose that this is why people blog - it's a bit of a kick! A web page that talks back to you! Genius.

So here's to you, my first of hopefully many cyber-visitors. May your blog have many commentators that shower you with acknowledgement of your greatness and justification for your existence. I am downing a caffiene free (bleh) diet (bleh) pepsi (bleh) in your honour. [aside. . .why am I drinking CFDP you ask? Why, simple. Dr. Pepper being the absolute King of all soft drinks, and me, fancying myself as a conossieur of such things, am hopelessly addicted to it. Therefore, since I'm trying to lose weight, trying to limit my intake of caffienated beverages to prove I am not addicted, and since caffiene free diet Dr. Pepper does not exist, I am left with CFDP instead. I drink it ruefully, stung by the additional self-loathing created my my wife telling me that the aspertame will give me cancer. Pity me.]

Until next time...

-m@

My wife doesn't believe me

Well webbers, my wife didn't believe me when I told her the other night I had my own blog. Perhaps it had something to do with my inability to direct her to the proper URL.

I'm guessing that was a tad unconvincing.

However, here I am nonetheless, blogging away.

I finished our bedroom headboard today, a brilliant idea I must say, and it looks fantastic. Next up on the unending list of home projects, the downstairs bathroom wallpaper (must go). Or I suppose I could finally install the end gable of the kitchen cabinetry, thereby facilitating the long overdue completion of the baseboards in the rest of the house. Or perhaps I could look into replacing the taps in the upstairs bathroom since just this morning I had to resort to using pliers to turn them since I stripped the threads off the one remaining handle that we were switching between the cold and the hot.

You get the idea.

Um, I'm not sure anyone is reading this, and it actually might be solely for my own amusement that I'm continuing to write, so I'll stop for now.

Stay tuned...

-m@