Hi there. Since I thought so few people actually read my blog and that those who do occasionally glance at it don't have strong feelings one way or another about it, I figured that my blog hiatus would go unnoticed, and therefore not require an apology. Interestingly (and flatteringly) enough, that was not the case. I've been reprimanded for my bloglect (yeah, that's a hybrid of "blog" and "neglect"- what?) by many people recently..."many" being approximately 4. So, please accept my deepest apologies for not doing my part in keeping you entertained & informed while you're bored. Let's just continue where we left off, shall we? Random observations, it is, then.

-I really don't like the repeated "bless you" situation. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate being blessed after I sneeze and I usually offer a "bless you" (probably actually more like a "bleshu," but that's beside the point) when someone else sneezes. But here's the thing- I sneeze A LOT. So, I regularly have repeated sneezes and, without fail, someone insists on blessing every. single. one. of them. Dude. Bless the first one and accept that it's been noted that you're a sweetheart...but you will be crossed off my sweeheart list if you continue to say "bleshu" to me and look me in the eye, smiling. It's creepy and annoying and I'm not going to die...and even if I do, let's concede that I've been adequately blessed and I have a better chance of going to heaven because of you. Thanks. Now turn around and look at the teacher.

-It's eerie how often I'm typing or writing a word or a name and someone says it out loud in an unrelated conversation at the same time. What is that? I'm sure there's a word for that in at least one language.

-You know greeters in grocery stores? I think my new neighborhood has those on street corners. Except instead of sweet old ladies & gentlemen, they're drunk & scary & mad at me for being white. And I highly doubt they get paid for their service of mumbling about the gringa.

-I think there's a guy on Project Runway named Ampersand. And I love that.

-I think I'm really going to like my future job. And I love that, too.

That's all for now. Much love.