Nothing Specific

Ok, so I just sat here for five minutes thinking of a title for this post. And, like the title of this entire blog, I got nothin'.

I feel as though I should, however. Lots going on around these parts. So, for this installment, just a few ramblings for you.

One thing is true. I am reaching a new level in this whole blogging thing.

I wouldn't quite say I'm hitting the big time, but it's damn close. Well, ok, maybe not damn close. Maybe just close.

If you don't know, Molly works for me. She's technically my assistant, but it's not like she gets me coffee or anything. Besides, I don't even drink coffee.

Well, those that are regulars to this wonderful land of my blogging life have Molly to thank for me actually being here.

And, well, Molly's on vacation this week. She's off to Vegas, in fact. Oh, how I love the Vegas.

So, before she left, Molly asked me to be a guest blogger on her site, which you can find here.

I mean, how in the world could I pass that up? She blogs like there's no tomorrow. She could have picked a lot of people. But she picked me. I think that's pretty cool. The only problem? In the rotation, I'm up after her mom. Talk about a tough act to follow. I gave it my all, however.

So, faithful readers, new readers, heck, any readers, be sure to head over here to check out my guest spot Tuesday. I'm guessing it'll be posted early Tuesday afternoon.

Ok, now that it took me forever to get that out of the way. A few more random things from me.

My sister-in-law arrives Tuesday from Florida. Think your chocolate chip cookies are good? You haven't had hers. Best. Ever. Bar. None.

Doctor's appointment today for the newest edition to our family. She's grown an inch and put on two pounds. Woo-hoo.

Dentist for me tomorrow (Tuesday as you read this). Love going to the dentist. Why? Because he's a Yankee fan, and I'm a Sox fan. It's good to go in there when leading the race.

Today (Monday) is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 73. Miss you, Dad.

Humidity and I don't get along. Yet I still haven't gotten my car's AC fixed (it hasn't worked since last August). Pathetic, I know.

So we all went to Erin's doctor's appointment today. The doc was running late, so we were reading books with Aidan while we waited. Erin was perfectly content to just chill out on the exam table.

There were five or six books in the exam room. We'd read one, and then Aidan would ask us to get another book -- a good one. As I was pulling them out to show him, I came across the classic story of Cinderella.

"That's for girls, Daddy."

Ok.

This last thought is a little gross. But, I'm sorry. I can't resist. I mentioned to someone that I had to "take a dump" today. This person, who I might add, is female, raised an incredible question I've never even considered. And, candidly, I'm shocked this hasn't come up anywhere before.

"Why do we 'take a dump'," she asked. "We're not taking anything. In fact, we're leaving something!"

I can't think of anything more brilliant than that. ;)

So what else? I got nothin'.