And we're back!

The busyness of the first half of the year is behind me. Now I get to explore the free time that I usually don't have.

Well, kinda.

In reality, if I'm going to do a second big bike ride this year, and I think I am, I need to keep training. I have to admit, however, that a big part of me doesn't want to do it, just cut up my knee and make me better so I can move on to better things.

Speaking of better things, I would like to introduce the new voice of our new phone system at work:

That's right. Me. And after hearing accolades all day long, and hearing about how I should work in voice overs professionally, and how I should be on the radio, I have to admit two things.

1) I need to get promoted quickly. It severely cuts into your productivity when you spend half of each phone call saying "yes it was me," "thanks, I'm glad you liked it," "no, I don't foresee a radio gig in the future," and "were you actually calling for a reason or just to praise me?" Of course, they were never said in that precise order.

2) I have never been happier to be away from my desk. I have never been more tempted to say "hm, maybe this voice over thing would be fun. Maybe I would like it. Maybe I will finally make my millions that way." These thoughts are usually squashed by the "why not just win the lottery and not worry about it" and "I've heard that business is quite cutthroat- not exactly my cup of tea." And so the debate rages on in my mind, until I consume enough beer to make it stop, or just find something else to pay attention to.

These pictures, by the way, were taken with my new cell phone, which does just about everything a cell phone could do- essentially an iPhone just not made my Apple. And it didn't cost me $600. And I got it last week. And it doesn't suck. Although, I haven't quite been able to use blogger through it yet...

New project.

I've given myself a new project. This could be my favorite so far, as it doesn't actually tax my already taxed spare time (don't even get me started about Jersey companies, you'll hear a rant that lasts an hour).

As anyone who as ever read this blog should surely know, my favorite author is the late-great Kurt Vonnegut. After his death, I made a promise myself that, after I finished the book I was reading, I would read each book of his in chronological order. This required that I a) make a list of all Kurt Vonnegut novels, and b) make a list of the ones I own. It turns out that I own all but 6- although one (my personal favorite) was most heinously stolen by a certain ex-girlfriend who I sincerely hope is rotting wherever she happens to be.

Anyways, I started today, with Player Piano. Definitely not one of my favorites, but that is where it started, so that's where I'm starting. I'll keep y'all updated, though, because I know you're riveted!

Happy B-Anniversary, baby!

For those of you scoring at home, it has been 365 days since the glorious e-nuptials between this blog, and Naked Knit Girl. We've had some good times in that year, a rough spot when this blog went into a mini-hiatus for a while, but, if you're like my step-mom, your big question is...

"When are you due?"

Meaning, of course, when are you having children? NKG and I haven't actually talked about b-children, but I'll ask her about it sometime soon.

In my non e-life, I told my step-mom that I'm still not in a hurry to reproduce. The Assassin and I have talked about things like this, marriage and children and all. Her goal is to have a child before she reaches the same age her mother had her, which means the clock has about 3 years left on it. We've only known each other a year, so unless we just dive right in, my goal of having "crotch fruit" by 35 is definitely in jeopardy.

Reality still is, I'm not worried. I'm not in a hurry.

Oh, and happy b-anniversary: