BJ!

No, piglets. Not that.

I'm referring to Baby Jessica. The year was 1987 - a small baby, by the name of Jessica, fell into a well. She was stuck.



Stuck real good. Stuck for what I'm sure felt like years to her. Maybe decades. Well, I've totally Baby Jessica'd this blog.

No one wants me to go all John Madden on this piece and give a stroked out play by play of the entire last year, so I'm going to list words and short sentence fragments to hopefully fill in the HUGE wormhole in this blog.

Here goes...well nothing...

don't remember
don't remember
Las Vegas
Move to duplex with Kelly
don't remember
Birthday camping
Volleyball
16 weeks unemployed
Copious pitchers of beer
don't remember (betcha didn't see that one coming after 'copious pitchers of beer')
JOB! JOB! JOB!
GERMANY! GERMANY! GERMANY!
My love, my life, my boo boo

The indisputable highlight of 2009 was going to Germany and meeting my Godson Max, landing a pretty great full-time job comes in second.

I am a marketing specialist designing marketing materials for mutual fund clients of Quasar Distributors (a subsidiary of US Bancorp). The end.

I'm running out of steam.

Now that we're up to speed. I'm moving. AGAIN. Imagine that! Yes in true "this is your life" fashion, I'm watching everyone take two steps forward while I take two steps back (thank you Ms. Abdul) and moving in with my brother. To the apartments I lived in when I was 21. I like reverse. Especially in a car with a manual transmission. It makes that cool toy car noise...

BUT, it's all for the sake of my savings account, pad that effer like a cozy room in the looney bin. I'm ready to take the stairs two at a time and get me some ass...ets. Hopefully in about a yearsish time I can start hunting for a house. I'm going to set a goal for a down payment - and update the blog with percentage progress.

I've become much more conservative with my spending and now that I've released this electrifying news to the interwebs, I'm going to look like a major asshole if I don't come through.

Maybe I should blog about exercise...on second thought...

...what was I talking about?

These days are spent incredulously staring at the television while visions of pregnant teens, their immensely rude and ignorant counterparts, "situations", and orange poser Italian dwarves flash before my ever-aging eyes.

And on that note - it's past my bedtime. I guess the plus side of not posting in 5 quarters...I mean 15 months (I work too much?) is that all...3 of you...get this Year in Pictures review.



















(the last just represents the 'don't remember' portions of the recap)

This was an awful reintroduction.

And you'll never get those 3 minutes back. For that I am truly sorry.