As I'm new to the blogging world, I expect this post will read something akin to an awkwardly worded on-line dating profile. How would I know such things, you ask? Well, that's a different story for a different day. It seems that blogging is in the very air lately...or maybe it's that things have been a bit slower at work and I've had time to think about all the tidbits of knowledge that I could share with the world at large. My Illustrious Brother (MIB) has a blog, so I trust that no matter the amount of ludicrous on-line difficulty I find myself in trying to make this thing work, he'll be able to fix whatever I screw-up. That is, once MIB has finished snickering at my attempts to be pithy and my wonderous lemon background.
Oh, sorry, back to the awkward dating style information: I'm an audiologist who yearns to be a baker. Seriously! When I retire at some far off point in the future, I plan on being the oldest person ever to enroll at the CIA. (No, not the one where they teach you to kill people with a mere glance and a ballpoint pen. Besides, they "recruit".) I'm currently taking up space in a suburb of Fort Worth, and despite all predicitions to the contrary, am not overtaken with heat exhaustion every time I step foot outdoors between May and October. That is the expected response when you are an expatriate from rural Yankeeland, otherwise known as Pennsylvania. I've become a runner in the last seven months, which is more alarming to me than to you. I don't know exactly how it happened, just that I wake up wanting to RUN now...it's odd and I'm not sure how ok I am with the whole situation.
I have just realized I think I screwed this up. Isn't that whole paragraph supposed to be in the "About Me" section?
I can hear MIB snickering from several states away.
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