Don’t Call It A Comeback

I have kind of lost that blogging feeling.  Without the hope of getting a book deal lined up before my colleagues noticed that I was spilling my guts to teh internetz at large, it’s just not fun anymore.  I’m trying to write Something Serious instead.  Longhand.  In a notebook, yet.  But I feel compelled to share three thoughts with you.

1.  I decided to repair my comatose laptop instead of replace it because reading the book that came out of this project scared the crap out of me.  I’ve read a lot of books about how we’re destroying the planet and our very souls, but this one made feel nauseous the next time I walked into a store.

2.  It is good (maybe) that corporate death food restaurant chains have introduced plates/menu guides that sell themselves based on a calorie count (offering a list of entrees that are allegedly 650 calories apiece, for example).  I just noticed this a couple of weeks ago and I like it.  By the way, if you don’t follow me on Twitter (http://twitter.com/dinosaurmom) or know me in real life, you may not be aware that I’m under 200 lbs for the first time in 10 years.

3.  The Columbia Neighborhood Swim League is my idea of what amateur kids’ sports should be all about.  Mouse and Riley Dino are swimming this year.  Go Barracudas!