Honestly, I haven’t been anywhere. Maybe it’s because I’m no longer an angsty twenty-something, and am all about being able to hold a job and support my family, which means I’m no longer writing about boys and irritating co-workers, two of the most highly overused topics in the online journalling world, and incidentally, two things that I can still go on and on about… Maybe it’s because I’m not a sellout, and refuse to sit around and write product endorsements, which might make sense if I had actual readers… And maybe it’s just because my interests have shifted. I spend most of non work, non family time knitting. Gone are the days when you could knit in front of the computer because the internets were so slow that you could get an entire round on a sock done while waiting for web pages to load.
(I wrote that all a month ago and the darn entry has been sitting in the drafts folder, unfinished. So now I suppose my reason is just that as usual, I’m just bad with the follow-through.)
A month and still no update.
So it’s another quickie catch-up…
We went camping with Clever Canines, our dog club. Our non-dog friends think it’s strange, but we love Tracie and Joe and all that they’ve done for our family. Camping with other people who believe in pack mentality is so much more comfortable. Now if only we could find the AP group of of the alpha dog world…
We went to Edmonton. Pictures here.
We Jim tore up the deck in our backyard.
We Jim built a patio.
My parents booked a trip to come visit us! But those plans fell through and they didn’t make it here. Hopefully this means I get to visit home sooner than expected. (We were planning for next summer, but maybe this Christmas instead.)
I’m twittering now. But I’m not so sure I get it. This morning I twittered the fact that it took six minutes to get from 37th to Blackfoot via Glenmore. Which is miraculous, but really - why would anyone care? Ryan Ozawa twitters stuff like that and it’s useful to people because he has twitter groupies. But I have a small small circle of friends who keep an eye on my twittering. And sometimes I’m not even sure I want them reading.
I am addicted to facebook but not ready to join the 12 step program.
So a friend of mine is blogging now. (Is it pretentious that I STILL hate that term?) She’s not doing it on a domain that advertises her real name. I don’t know that I told her that I did this for years under a made up name, with a domain name that had no identifying factors other than my registration information, which totally gave me up, but let’s face it: google my name and you don’t get a listing of all the domains that are registered to me. So really that’s not much of a giveaway.
Anyhow, I’m jealous that she can write more than I can because she’s not doing this out in the open. I’m wearing a tshirt that says jaimebourne.com, and she’s got the invisible ink version. If you shine it in the light just so, you can figure it out…
Dr. Scott recently went underground. It’s possible that I will follow suit soon.
P.S. I got a mac. There’s no lightrooom for linux and holy crap was I missing out. Is aperture worth a look?
Funny work incident that won’t get me fired: One of the things I do is finalize documents before they go out to clients. Sometimes these docs go through peer reviews so that everyone is happy with what they say. Normally it’s all very cordial - people just change words and fix things up and no one takes any of this personally. Last week I got a doc back from someone that had the “wtf?” written on it. I don’t think the original author has any idea.
