Dawn Is Me

I keep coming in here to update my blog and I sit here and sit here and, after awhile, I face the fact that I simply have nothing to say.

Hey, anybody out there have a car they don’t need?

Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky! (Yes, I know it’s supposed to be ‘Mickey’ but, as a parent, I am allowed to occasionally take liberties with song lyrics.)

So, yeah, that’s enough of that dreary stuff.

Before I do anything else, I feel I must make my baby welcome to the blogosphere. Yes, that’s right, Ricky now has a blog. It’s another Christmas present but I didn’t get it finished until today because I’m just occasionally lame like that.

I probably should have gotten him to think of a different name. Sometime around the time he’s fifteen or sixteen, when it becomes terribly important to him to be terminally cool, he’s not going to want that domain name anymore.

Too bad, baby!

Meanwhile, I think I need to get myself out of the habit of going to bed at 8 a.m. That’s going to get inconvenient when school starts again. It’s going to make work tough, too.

So, today, I’m going to bed an hour early, at around 7 a.m. If I’m lucky, by the time I get up later today, Ricky will have started blogging.

Notice anything different?

Yes, we’re sporting a new look. I took my courage into my hands and upgraded to the very, very, very latest version of WordPress (at least, until tomorrow, when I’m positive the geekful little farts will release 2.7.1 or something).

And, while I was at it, I thought I’d give this blog a less business-like look. That’s the mood I was in but I’m not in that mood anymore.

Tough. It’s my blog. Suck up and deal with it.

While at it, I’ve done some blogroll weeding, duly saddened by folks for whom I have long since fallen off the end of the world, who have themselves fallen off the end of my world.

Ah well. It’s probably no biggie. I have very little doubt that everybody’s over at twitter by now.

I am, by the way. Yes, that’s right, for once I was not the very last one to get into the Next Big Thing. Hey, even Gina didn’t know about it until I turned her on to it.

Makes me feel not quite so old.

So, yeah. If you want to follow me, you can. Just be warned. I’m wearing my uber-knowledgeable, expert businesswoman hat over there, so I’m not anywhere near as much fun. You might get bored.

Just so you know.

So, enjoy the new furniture. I’m going to finish dusting but I’ll be around if the cyber elves do anything rude …