Huh. Isn't this blog thing supposed to be where you go when everything seems to suck? We're supposed to vent about jobs, family, relationships, health, money, and the unbearable lightness of being?

Why then is that the time that I clam up? January and February were shaping this year up to be a royal crapfest, and I actually said to Al, "This year is only two months old, and it sucks ass already."

Than I lost my wedding band and engagement ring in a bathroom in Garden City. I got them back two hours and a police report later. It was like 2004 shot off a warning shot for smack talking behind it's back.

I guess the Universe felt bad for us, because that incident turned a corner for us. I got a raise, with an iminent promotion on the horizon. We're making (agonizingly slow, but still there) headway on the whole buying a house thing. YOU try finding something for under 300K... that ISN'T in Wyndanch. Al's show was a great success (Godspell, for those not in the know). And, we're going to Ireland in July.

So, everything is coming up roses and shamrocks over here. Doesn't that make for boring reading? Feel bad for Al. I do that in relationships too, when things get bad I don't lash out or vent, I clam up and withdraw. My whole "thing" has always been to make with the funny. When it's not funny, or I'm not going to be able to spin doctor it into humor, it's clammer time.

Wow. Now THAT'S gross. Funny. But Gross.

Ering Go Braugh