So, wait, now that I have a job, and I just need you guys to clear this up for me, am I too cool to blog? I'm just wondering since everybody seems to be there pretty much, and if it was a job thing or what because I can go along with that. No, sweet, whatever, eh? I get the equation. For whatever reason, people just get too cool to drop a "hey" or a "I won't tell you I'm gonna blog a lot without really blogging a lot". No, I'm there. Maybe I should just sign off right now. Blogging, what is that? My 19-hour weeks are way to packed for blogging. I can't imagine what a forty or more hour week would do to me, except maybe get me to be a voyeur on our blogger and keep my strange little life to myself. Great. I have no stories anyway. Nothing about bread loaves being taller than my coworkers or high school customers showing more cleavage than a Ms. Hawaiian Tropics contest or finding out another girl has five children and is younger than us... no, no stories. Nothing. I'm tired of this one-sided relationship. I'm sure you are, too. I'll just wait until somebody wants to be a part of this so that I have something to be a part of as well. How about that? Sorry for raining on the parade, doing exactly what Lynnea says I'm not allowed to do, but I couldn't tell you two things sideways about what's going on with anybody else except Kyle's a little sacreligious, Brad's a little brief, Duerk's a little into mullets or Chicago newspapers, and Anne is a little good at posting blogs where she doesn't want them to go! Whatever, I have a 24 marathon to get at. Lynnea, let the scolding begin.