It's my turn

I figured it was about time to make a cameo appearance on our aptly named joint blog. Paul has been the literary maestro up until this point. Mwah ha ha, and now, it's time for the take over! 

I just noticed that blogger does an automatic save on my drafts. Damn, I wish yahoo did that. I can't tell you how many times I've lost a well thought out post to my unsuspecting trigger finger that accidentally presses god only knows what button, or of course, yahoo just being wacked out at the moment. 

So here we are, Paul, Stella, Joe, & I, chillin' in our new place. It still feels new to me, yet more like a home than any other place we've been in before. It's 10:06 pm, and Paul is munching on cereal. That man can eat cereal at any time in the day. I try not to judge him for it, but sometimes I still do. I really do have to practice turning off the nutrition critic in my head. I think, should I tell him that thoroughly chewing his food really will help him digest it? Or what about mentioning that having peanut butter on top of almond cheese probably isn't the best combination? Or that emptying out 1/3 of a bottle of goddess dressing on whatever I've just cooked has more calories and fat than he needs for the whole day? Granted, I need to learn how to spice up the food fare a bit more. It's just so nutty, to chop up a whole load of garlic or ginger, and add sesame oil, or some other flavorful spice and still have my dishes taste blah. WTF is up with that?

Moving on.

It's getting close to bedtime for me. I am now in the third week of a job, that I like (I know, go figure that I'd like to do anything but my business, my business, my business- sorry y'all, I get a little obsessed with my business sometimes, it's just passion really). Anyway, this job is requiring me to not only be up early in the morning, but to be functional with my little name tag on at 730am. Anyone that knows me, knows this is a feat in and of itself. Needless to say, I'm still getting used to the schedule. Which means, it's beddy bye for ness ness. 

Stay tuned for more about the job...

Peace.