Since I have two other goals going this month, I'm going to try a third: Post on here every day. Well, maybe. Let's say, "Post on here every day that I am able to, excluding weekends away, which there will be a few of in April". The first thing I had to do was get rid of that design, because I'm so sick of it and I'm working on a new one, but I can't look at this one for one second longer. It was always supposed to be just a placeholder, hence the "temporarily" in the title. So perhaps if I substitute an incredibly boring design with no personality, it will push me to work on the new one.

I made spaghetti with sausage, peppers and onions last night, and we had boardwalk-style sausage & pepper sandwiches with the leftovers tonight. I'm not usually big into cooking meat, I mainly stick to chicken and the occasional pork chop, but I was feeling spicy last night, so I opted for a treat. Of course, while I was eating it, I was reminded of one of the reasons I don't make it: sausage is actually pretty disgusting. It's one of those things that I enjoy chopped up into tiny bits on a very cheesy pizza, but eating a large piece of it turns my stomach a bit. Maybe it was just the kind that I bought, but I felt like there was a lot of...ahem....unpleasantries....in it. At one point Greg leaned over and spit a piece out, saying, "Jeez...I think there's teeth in there or something." Personally, I enjoy eating the flesh of animals, but I definitely draw the line at cartilage and bone. Eating that sausage was almost enough to turn me vegetarian. It was like the last time we went to McDonald's, and I got a chicken sandwich and bit into something hard, and at that moment I looked at Greg and said, "Let's never do this again." It's giving me the willies just thinking about it. Maybe I need to go out and pick up some tofu.

I'm always torn as to whether or not I should let people know I keep this blog. Well, if it can even be considered "keeping", since I barely ever post anything. A few of my friends know about it, but it's always weird to have actual real life friends read your blog. I mean, if they're reading all my good material on here, what's there left to talk about? Not to mention it can definitely limit the things that you can talk about on here, which sort of defeats the purpose of sending your thoughts out into the anonymous internet. Mainly it's just people that I work with who don't know I have it. Everyone I talk to does seem to enjoy my house blog writing (edited to remove google-able house blog name), so sometimes I think I want to tell them about this site, because maybe it will give me the impetus to write more, if I think people are actually reading this. Actually, my best material is definitely the emails that I write to my friend Casey. Honestly sometimes I read them and think, "Damn, that's some funny shit I'm coming up with." The thing with Casey though is that it's so easy to be funny around her, because she responds so well and is so free with her compliments. She always tells me that I have to take my act on the road, but I feel obliged to tell her that I'm like the singing frog around her - I'm totally hilarious, but as soon as she takes me out in public, she opens the box and all I can do is sit there silently in my little top hat and cane, letting out the occasional "ribbit".

One last thing that I wasn't really going to mention but it's on my mind right now. My sister-in-law is currently in labor with my future nephew! I'm totally excited, but a tad on the nervous side because they induced her a week early due to the baby being a little smaller than he's supposed to be. I'm not quite sure what to think about that, but it's definitely something that we're all a little nervous about. I talked to her last night and she seemed in good spirits, but she said she thought that as soon as she tried to lay down and sleep she'd start to freak out. We talked about how strange it must be, to know that in the morning you'll drive to the hospital and then go into labor and have a baby. It's nothing like just going about your business when your water breaks and you say, "Oh, ok, time to go to the hospital." To know exactly when it's going to happen, and for that time to be getting closer and closer, must be so weird. Plus, to know exactly when it's going to happen and to also have a twinge of apprehension about possible health problems with the baby must really put you over the edge. So anyway I've been praying for them (yes, I pray, youwannafightaboutit?) and hopefully I'll wake up in the morning to an email with pictures of a slightly smushed but otherwise normal baby boy!