congratulations.
despite my best efforts, you're still here.
to me, it makes no difference whether you're a loyal reader giving me one last chance to make with the typee-typee or one of the many googlers out there looking for a little more information on patrick ewing's penis. i'm just happy to have you still sniffing around.
so where was i?
well, remember not too long ago, 'round september, when i was waxing philosophic about a new job i was starting and was oh so psyched about? yeah, anyway, not so much.
i gave notice there this past monday and will be starting another, truly exciting new gig almost immediately. i'd tell you all the details if it wasn't for the boilerplate non-disclosure agreement they had me sign along with my start form today. that said, it's Big Time, definitely a leap to the majors and also probably the boys' favorite prime time show. to me, that's an incredibly rare opportunity and about as cool as it gets as a dad. like if your kids were huge fat meatballs who lived to eat fast food and you suddenly found yourself with the keys to burger king? that's sort of how i look at it.
jb has already asked if he can come with me on my first day. i told him he could but he'd have to stay in the car.
on the bb front...he's a pretty badass 13 month old.
period.
other than that, i wish i had an oddball story or interesting anecdote to share, but i kind of don't. maybe that's why the posts have been so meager recently. i'm sleeping well, i'm not worrying, and the family and the career are firing on all cylinders. apparently good routines make for boring blogging.
and if you don't believe me, ask nicole. this spritely young lass recently decided to spice up her personal blog by calling on her cyberfriends to pitch in with a guest post, if they so desired, on go nicole yourself. i took up the challenge by interviewing her. it should go up pretty soon, so if you're at all curious about the kind of questions this former sort-of quasi journalist can come up with when the chips are down, head over there. and regardless of what i came up with, she's always plenty entertaining and very honest.
beyond that, there's this song.
since the day i bought the album it's on back during my freshman year in college, i've been sort of confused about the point paul simon was trying to make. over the years, i've had a few ideas, but i've never really been comfortable with any of my interpretations. then one morning this week, i was driving to work with a smile on my face, thinking about something innocuously entertaining my sons were doing as i left just a few minutes earlier, and the song came randomly on my ipod. as i listened, for some reason my smile got bigger, to the point where it may have started to get a little dusty in my car.
to be honest, i'm still not completely sure what paul's singing about, but something tells me i'm getting closer.
anyone care to hazard a guess?
despite my best efforts, you're still here.
to me, it makes no difference whether you're a loyal reader giving me one last chance to make with the typee-typee or one of the many googlers out there looking for a little more information on patrick ewing's penis. i'm just happy to have you still sniffing around.
so where was i?
well, remember not too long ago, 'round september, when i was waxing philosophic about a new job i was starting and was oh so psyched about? yeah, anyway, not so much.
i gave notice there this past monday and will be starting another, truly exciting new gig almost immediately. i'd tell you all the details if it wasn't for the boilerplate non-disclosure agreement they had me sign along with my start form today. that said, it's Big Time, definitely a leap to the majors and also probably the boys' favorite prime time show. to me, that's an incredibly rare opportunity and about as cool as it gets as a dad. like if your kids were huge fat meatballs who lived to eat fast food and you suddenly found yourself with the keys to burger king? that's sort of how i look at it.
jb has already asked if he can come with me on my first day. i told him he could but he'd have to stay in the car.
on the bb front...he's a pretty badass 13 month old.
period.
other than that, i wish i had an oddball story or interesting anecdote to share, but i kind of don't. maybe that's why the posts have been so meager recently. i'm sleeping well, i'm not worrying, and the family and the career are firing on all cylinders. apparently good routines make for boring blogging.
and if you don't believe me, ask nicole. this spritely young lass recently decided to spice up her personal blog by calling on her cyberfriends to pitch in with a guest post, if they so desired, on go nicole yourself. i took up the challenge by interviewing her. it should go up pretty soon, so if you're at all curious about the kind of questions this former sort-of quasi journalist can come up with when the chips are down, head over there. and regardless of what i came up with, she's always plenty entertaining and very honest.
beyond that, there's this song.
since the day i bought the album it's on back during my freshman year in college, i've been sort of confused about the point paul simon was trying to make. over the years, i've had a few ideas, but i've never really been comfortable with any of my interpretations. then one morning this week, i was driving to work with a smile on my face, thinking about something innocuously entertaining my sons were doing as i left just a few minutes earlier, and the song came randomly on my ipod. as i listened, for some reason my smile got bigger, to the point where it may have started to get a little dusty in my car.
to be honest, i'm still not completely sure what paul's singing about, but something tells me i'm getting closer.
anyone care to hazard a guess?
8 comments:
I'm pretty sure he's singing about bacon.
Or at least I want him too...
Congrats. Whenever you need a writer or talent you let me know. I've got cute kids and great comedic timing.
Posted. It was harder than I thought it would be and frankly, I'm not sure my answers will do your questions justice but it was fun all the same.
Thanks so much Metz!
WELCOME BACK, WE MISSED YOU
welcome back boy wonder. I think its about knowing your inner self. Self awareness, etc. I thought you would wax on about hey jealousy or every little thing she does is magic
yay, there he is! nice to read ya.
maybe it's a song about jesus. JC is pretty obvious, is he not?
Welcome back, Moe. Congrats on the new job! We miss you around here. -Fleetwood
If Paul's not singing about the soles of Neil Diamond's shoes, then it's lost on me.
Welcome back. The internet is a dire place without you.
Congratulations on the new job too.
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