Here I am, cheesy blog name and all

While recuperating from the flu on the world's coldest faux-leather couch this week, watching Fresh Prince, Cash Cab, The Cosby Show, I, Robot, the Comancheros (sp? some John Wayne movie that I almost boycotted because Dad predicted John Wayne's character would be killed off), What Not to Wear, and a zillion other highly educational late-night shows, I thought about things I haven't done:

• I haven't written a book (that's been published…I have written a book, but only I and the person who [rightly] rejected it have read it).
• I haven't started a blog. (I'm remedying that now.)
• I haven't visited New York City.
• I haven't gone on an extensive, relatively fun road trip.
  

(There are other things I haven't done as well [like learn how to cook, or whistle, or knit], but I didn't think about those things then.)

It's funny how when you're sick, life slows to a crawl and you suddenly have all this time to think about things you normally don't think about. I decided I've been putting my writing on hold for far too long. I'm taking a shaky step forward by starting a blog, and then I'm going to get to work on the bits and pieces of a novel I have buried inside my writing notebook (which I really need to replace, because that poor notebook has at least ten different stories in it plus poems and random snippets in the back — I don't have room to write anything else in it, so none of the stories are finished).

In other news, Ian is sitting next to me tapping his foot with an insanely skinny yellow baseball bat while asking me questions about Facebook and wondering aloud why bowling is so cheap.

Dylan is putting together a virtual baseball team.

An insanely obese cat (ahem) is curled up on my bed.

There is junk all over my couch, proof that I've been sick this week.

It's 44º according to my Dashboard and my feet feel like frozen bricks. I like cool weather, but if it's going to be cold, it should snow or just not be cold at all.

So ends my random first post.