Rockin' the Suburbs

I had no idea I had 27 comments to moderate. I just logged in to my blog (almost logged in using my boss's gmail calendar account that I manage - that would have been awkward....). If you've posted something in, oh, I don't know, the last six months, I have just approved your comments for publication. Not that I am trying to restrict free speech, but I was getting some weird comments - I think I made it through the Chinese firewall and was getting lots of spam.

I had some great ideas for some posts, but unfortunately I have forgotten them all. If I do say so myself, they were pretty funny. My quests for interesting hobbies continues. So far, I'm really developing my baking skillz that killz. Not so good for the waistline or wallet, but what can I say? I think I very much enjoy following the instructions and having something turn out well for once. Reminds me a lot of school. My dream hobby would be mosaics and glass working. I can't seem to get in to one of those classes, however.

My parents recently became residents of the metro area, so last weekend I spent time unpacking crap I had hoped I could just leave behind, forgotten, for an indeterminate amount of time. Brought up a lot of memories - I found my pink monogrammed robe from when I was just a wee-baby. It is so tiny!! Also, I found a gift that someone that my parents had worked with had given them when I was born. I was 6 pounds! Who knew? But the major downfall was that my name was spelled wrong, a problem that still haunts me to this day (there is a calculated reasoning to why I now prefer Meg). I did find some major scores, like my Ben Folds "Rocking the Suburbs" CD. Right now I am rocking out to "Still Fighting It." Resonates so much better now that I'm practically an old hand in the world. Although I'm pretty sure the song is about having a kid....can't say that I'm in that life stage.

Seriously, when is this blog going to get optioned for a Showtime Original Series? I am tired of being a 9 to 5er. I mean, I potentially could have many, many more years ahead of me (when I signed up for a retirement plan, the closest date in the pre-set plan option was for when I turn 55 I believe). I feel in my second year of employment I am getting more confident in my job. I also feel like I have nothing to lose anymore, and I will admit I do feel somewhat hardened to the world, which I don't like. But I guess I'll just have to keep "going inside myself" as I would say (my favorite person to quote is myself) to keep on keepin' on.