Content Updated - October 2022
Oh hello. It's me.
In 2001, I started reading an online blog called "Shelleyness" and the fantastic online screeds of James Lileks.
Inspired by both of them, considering them my "blogparents," I began writing online.
Initially I used Dreamweaver and Photoshop, uploading html pages to our family website. Blogging platforms emerged, and I started using an online tool called Journalspace, where I met a number of cool people who I am still friends with today. Journalspace went under, and all our blogs with it, which is very sad because that content and those images are lost and gone forever.
Beginning in July 2010, I started copying the Dreamweaver journal over here at Blogger, mostly for the ease of layout but also the cheapness.
For a little while Social Media kind of took over life, and I didn't write here as much. In 2022, I started back to blogging a lot more frequently to track blood sugar and dietary choices, but also to make myself detach from Facebook and Twitter, because Social Media is too oft a cesspool of horribleness, and over here, I can talk to myself and two other regular readers.
Over the years, I have not made up fake names for the people in my life (or myself) but I don't give out my street address and my measurements. You'll find no naked pictures here (of me or my family, you pig!) and you'll find that we lead a pretty run of the mill life. I do not blog about details of my work.
My basic philosophy is "what would happen if my mom, my mother in law or my boss read this?" and I attempt to use that as a barometer for what to say and who to rant/complain about. And how much sailor talk I am going to throw into the mix.
For over 30 years we lived north of Boston. We moved to the DC area in 2017 because my job offered me a transfer and we figured ... let's give it a go.
Here in 2022, I'm happy with my job still (no one else from the team that took the transfer from Boston to DC is still working).
I greatly enjoy the band Guster (and other bands, but, I do love me some Guster). I've met some great friends through being a fan of the band and am forever thankful for that fellowship.
The Players
I am married to Doug, we met in College and dated through that period of life and married in 1991. While many people from our alma mater got married the day after commencement. We waited a bit, and then decided that it was meant to be.
Insert large "Aaaawwwww" sound here.
We spent the first few months of married bliss living in Boston, then we moved to Atlanta and hated it. We came back to the Boston area, and settled back in, and
We are proud parents to Jess and Geoff, (old note from 2010, keeping the write up of them then): ages 18 and 14 respectively. I write a lot about Jess' mad skills at acting and being a Simpsons fanatic, and Geoff's , Boy Scouts and his humor. Jess is currently a student at a University somewhere in western Pennsylvania, and Geoff is in 8th grade and getting ready to interview for high schools in our area that better suit his skill set.
2022 update: Geoff lives with us in Maryland and is working on certification as a medical lab technologist. He recently did a stint in phlebotomy as a clinical placement. Geoff achieved the rank of Eagle in BSA in 2015. He's exceptionally helpful at home, likes craft beer, metal, and watching X Files with no lights on. Jess lives north of Boston, stayed behind when we moved in 2017, as they had established life there with friends and cats. Jess works for a company that sells pipes. They are in the pipe trade.
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| An attempt at a Christmas Portrait of the children, 2008 Will attempt to get a photo of these two jerks together eventually |
Jess and me at Salisbury Beach, May 2021
Geoff and me, his HS graduation, 2015
We have had a series of dogs through the life of this journal. Missy, Kinger, Gonzo, Jack, and Brodie have run with us for the years. Currently, we have Phineas, adopted in February 2021, about to turn 12. And he is a very good dog.
Dogs are mentioned often, and as Andre Braugher's character Frank Pembleton said in "Homicide: Life on the Streets,"
"Life would be perfect if it was just kids and dogs."
And it is true.
