Yeesh. This Blog. So neglected. So feh. All my heated, fiery, posts are about housing, bailouts and me being down right despondent. Instead of ranting and getting fretful tears all over my keyboard, I have been... I've... uh... Yeah. A lot of "uh." Not pretty.
But. Yes, I am interjecting my big butt. But I have something quite new up my sleeve. Actually it was up Geoff's sleeve, and the second hardest part about his post-crunch mode re-entry phase, is his let's do something wild and extreme phase. Ladies and gentlemen, we are entering the "wild and extreme phase," though technically we have not fully emerged from "post-crunch mode re-entry phase." Confused? Yes, I am being obtuse. I do not apologize. Consider, you are only reading about this; I am actually living it.
Where was I?
Ah, yes... I am up to something and I am calling it Chicken Abroad. In the next several weeks, and probably for the rest of my life, I will be posting about travel. World travel. Chickenblog is going abroad. World travel has been in the plan since the early 80's and it looks like this is the year we are going to make it happen, and it's not just because we still can't find a house to buy and we feel utterly depressed and disgusted and want to runaway from pain and anguish and make rash decisions and spend all of our hard earned savings in a frenzy of fancy living.
Geoff has a unique plan, and I will be sharing it soon. In fact I have so much to share that I could fill a book. Chicken Abroad will be all about my fear of flying, and reluctance to
First, I need to see the doctor about my ear. I have a doozy of an earache, and either I have been sharing deep thoughts and brilliance or the infection has spread to the vital organ between my ears and I am as fuzzy, pained and incoherent as I feel.