Someone told me that bloggers are narcissistic wannabe writers that impose an abundant amount of insignificant minutiae upon friends, family, and colleagues in a desperate attempt to validate their unremarkable lives. I agree with this 100%. But I also make a mean lasagna.
The real reason I blog: I like seeing my well-manicured nails dance across my Mac.


I’ve always been a sucker for Gatorade and Nike commercials. As a young tween I even wanted to be on the creative side for advertising at either company, that was until I decided I wanted to be an Athletic Director Sport Publicist journalist.
I got really choked up watching this Lance Armstrong commercial. I’m such an easy target.
“Welcome to the Rotten Dead Pool! Pick ten people who you think will die in the next year.”
Could there be anything sicker?
…as told by print stalwart G. Carter.
What’s worse is that I haven’t written for a single one…I was really, really flippin close, but didn’t happen. Exhale.
I’m excited and I’m not ashamed. I am, however, not looking forward to the looming annoy-the-server convo, which typically goes like this:
Me: I’m here for Restaurant Week.
Server (quickly doing math in his head): Oh……uh, great. Groan.
Thank you @romanptak for sharing.
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