Hi! I haven't touched this blog in a year!

Eeek.  It's been a year since I posted on here.  There was all this me being unemployed and serious family emergencies keeping me otherwise occupied.  So where have I been?  Oh, around.


Last summer I wrote a few blogs about the Twins for my friend and former co-worker who started a website dedicated to Minnesota sports.  I still do that, however lately just when I think I've got an article idea down--well--you may have been watching the Twins recently.  You understand my inability to begin anything that doesn't start with "*!@$#@%^!!!!" or "wwhhhhaaaaaaa"


At the end of last summer we moved back to my honorary hometown in Minnesota, the suburb in St. Paul where I graduated from high school.  For the first time I feel like I have a place that actually belongs to me!!!  A place I am FROM!!!  Probably only kids with missionary or military parents will understand what I mean. But it's been so great.  Except when I want to go to the grocery store with no makeup and know that I will probably run into hundreds of people I know.


Then we got a puppy.  'Nuff said.  If you want to know about her, read the about me section.  I already talk about her too much.  I will probably spend hours talking about her on here.  I already talk about her constantly on my Facebook and Twitter.  Right now she's even looking at me because she knows I'm typing about her.  She's in my head.


Last fall, I got a job, the only job I could find in this horrible economy, as a hostess at a new restaurant.  I won't say it was a mistake, because I met some cool friends and made pitiful money that did help us out of a few jams, but that place was awful.  I was spoiled when I used to work in the restaurant business--I worked in a place where we all loved each other for the most part (usually too much, it was like an incestuous family, we'd all hooked up) so I figured this place would be similar.  Well, not exactly.  On the surface people liked each other pretty well, but under the surface most of them hated each other.  The drama was enough to make your head spin.  Worst of all, it's not doing well and will probably shut down soon.  So the owner hated us.  You can deal with a lot of people making you miserable and hating you, but when it's the owner?  Well then you bail.  I learned that lesson at my newspaper job where I stayed being miserable for 3.5 years.  So I bailed on the hostess thing after six months.


So currently I'm a deadbeat again and looking forward to another summer of living in Three Lakes with the puppy.  But this is different then last summer of being a deadbeat because this time I know about self-publishing for the Kindle, Nook, etc.  This time, I don't have to worry about rejection from publishing houses (also dying like newspapers).  This time, I write it, I publish it, and if you like it, buy it.  If you don't, then don't.  I will probably spend a lot of time on here whining about my writing issues.  You were warned.