Birthday Shouts Out!

A big, fat, "we've known each other since the days of poodle perms" Birthday Shout Out to my amiga Rachel -- hope you crank up the Erasure, peg your pants, dig out your AP history book and snarf down a Chocolate Chipper like it's 1987 all over again, girlfriend.

Also a shout out to my dad (the man, the myth, the LEGEND), whose birthday was this weekend and if he's actually sitting there reading my blog about his birthday right now, then we know Beth is in for a helluva lot of trouble moving forward.

Cool your jets, gentle readers

Clearly hell HAS frozen over, because I've finally gotten back in the blogging saddle and returned to update the world with my daily minutia! There just hasn't been that much going on worth noting, plus I've been deeply lazy and out of sorts lately. Let's see....

It's been a pretty mellow summer so far. Seattle (State Motto: "We don't NEED no stinkin' summer") has been all-too mild and overcast. I'm tired of hearing about states where there is "sun" and "heat." Who are you people?

On the travel front, I'm looking forward to returning to the Mile High Homeland in a little over a week. Then it's off to San Diego for some nostalgia with my junior high poodle-perm-compadre and then finally off to Napa Valley for some convertible-driving, spa-visiting, merlot guzzling goodness with my SSB.

I've become hooked on the VH1 reality shows "The Surreal Life" and "Celebrity Fit Club," only because it gives me an excuse to reference Balki at the water cooler at work. As someone said to me over the weekend, "What, cousin Larry's too good to be on VH1?" Exactly, folks.

And with that, I think that sums up the past three weeks. You were expecting something more exciting that that? You and me both, amigos. Here's the breaking the Curse of The Summer Malaise.