Hump Day, more like CHUMP DAY.

Nah, not really, but I think it's funny as Chump, not Hump.

So I'm thinking of making a move. Possibly to a freezer. I've been out here in the "Mid-Atlantic" region of the states, also known as Killadelphia, the City of Brotherly Gunfire, and where "Yo! Adrian!" apparently never gets old, for over 2 years now. Geographically speaking, it's awesome because I'm smack in the middle of NY and DC. Being so close to District of Chumps also means being so dang close to the climate the area is known for and that climate I'm referring to is what I'm going to call "The area of the country that gets so humid it can't rain, so hot you just can't stop, and so freaking bountiful, something is always blooming." The latter brings me here. Something is blooming again. I can tell, half of my face is drooling and sneezing. I've done so much of this drooling and sneezing that I've actually become sensitively reactive to the Anti-viral Kleenex. Here I thought I was doing everyone I know a favor by visually announcing my anti-viral stance on allergies and instead, my face practically explodes everytime I use it. Ah.
Anyway, I'm 15 days from having my real bonafied vacation of the decade (and by decade, I mean the only vacation I'll have time for before I turn 40). I'm super excited. Yes, I said super excited. I'm going Northwest to beautiful Seattle. Yay. this will be coming after I take my freaktastic driving skills to the limit and drive almost 850 miles back to Wisconsin. I only spend about 2 1/2 hours in the car everyday, so it's time I got some REAL quality time and spent 13 hours in my little Corolla all to myself.
So back to Seattle. I'm so out of it that the most exciting thing I'm looking forward to is getting a picture of Cougar Rock. Sad, but true. Of course I'm excited to see all the other pre-made tourist attractions but who can resist a picture of Cougar Rock? I think I'm going to make my mom have a picture with it. Not that she's a Cougar, but it would be funny to see a random fanny-pack wearing, Seattle sweatshirt wearing, middle-aged midwestern woman stand by something quite representative of the local bars in the 'Scompstons. I heart Cougars. Rawr!

So posting blogs will be an adventure. I'm still deciding which direction I should take it, and I'm also a bit torn as to whether I should keep writing while I decide where to go and have the birth of this online monstrosity begin with my uneventful mind-droppings, or just keep it in check until I have a layout. Ehh, to be tainted. why not?