random musings

i seriously believe i have found my calling in life. i like the blogging thing. i’ve had a busy week, so i haven’t posted much, but if i didn’t have the day job, i’d be here. all day long.

one thing bothers me though: i’m bound to run out of interesting things to say. the fountain only runs so deep! i’m worried that i’ll be typing away, rambling on and on for hours and hours about absolutely nothing. that runs in the family, by the way, the rambling on and on for hours and hours about absolutely nothing. my granddad was a rambler. my great granddad was a rambler. my dad, he was a rambler too. he would ramble on and on for hours and hours about absolutely nothing. then he decided to quit being a rambler, stop it right there in its tracks. so one day he told us kids, “kids, if you ever again catch me rambling on and on for hours and hours about absolutely nothing, just go ahead and shoot me!” so we did, and then we lived with mom. she stayed awfully quiet…