Friday, March 12, 2010

I was yelled at by multiple people.

I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but I know that I don't post as often as I used to. Blah blah blah work, blah blah blah new house, blah blah blah family. I know you've heard it all before, so unless you think of me as a classic record that you love to spin up on your turn table just to hear that fantastic lick again and again (which I doubt you feel that way), I'll stop talking about it.

I look at that more like a Black Eyed Peas song... "I gotta feelin'... " Yup - you're welcome I just put that song in your head for the rest of the day.

What I didn't know was that people actually get pissed at me for not writing in my blog, as though I'm doing them a disservice for not keeping them up to date with the on-goings of my life. You know, you could just come over for a beer and experience it. But alas, if reading is what you must do - then who am I to deny attention.

Yes... I whore attention.

My belly is full and fat right now. My stomach's dear friend, Alton Brown, from Food Network had a recent episode of Good Eats where he described the science of the tongue, specifically how sodium has this beautiful knack of blocking the bitter receptors on the tongue. It's not wonder he adds kosher salt to all of his yummy sweet treats.

His recent recipe included baking your bacon for 30 minutes, then sprinkling a mixture of brown sugar and pecans (combined in a food-pro of course).

Needless to say, both Isabella and I just had major food-gasms.

I own a house now.

How fun to write such a simple plain sentence about a crazy huge experience. I've taken the next step in my life to put myself in the hugest amount of debt ever. I was explaining to Isabella the other night how the house is more expensive then she and the kid put together right now. (I say right now, cause Lord knows the kid is just going to progressively get pricier).

I've heard stories about how generations before us never took us loans out to pay for their houses. Yeah, well, houses used to be 10-20k. Now the prices are 10x that so I'd love to see someone who saves up hundreds of thousands. Although, how fun would that be to slap down a suitcase packed with bills.

Do you accept cash? Cha-ching!

I'm leaving for Las Vegas on Sunday night. I'm actually pretty scared about it due to the hype that goes along with it. All the movies, tv shows, and slogans lead towards the "sin" aspect of the city. Well, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but at the same time I've got my morals and my religion. So you can understand the conflicting feelings I'm having right now of "YAY VEGAS!" and "STAY AWAY HOOKERS!"

Yeah, I know. All the glam and porn and xxx and gambling is all hyped to the max because it's what sells, and I'm sure it's just a normal city with one block of craziness - but... whatever.

I'm going there for a reason though so it should keep the porn off of me. My work is graciously sending me to the MIX2010 conference. There's going to be a lot of good sessions going on, so I ggguuueeeessss I'll stay a little sober.

Until next time... stay beautiful.

1 comment:

surprised mom said...

Las Vegas? The furthest I ever got for a work convention was Starved Rock, Illinois. I live in Chicago. Didn't even need an airplane.

Welcome to house ownership, mortgages and expensive children. It's a blast! Been doing it for years now. Can't be beat!

I hope you don't mind working til you're 75 or 80 or . . . :)