MeSoFun Blog

The Beernut and his TW, Messica. Despite my gregarious nature, I do not make friends particularly easily. People in their mid-30s tend to have little kids running around and little spare time. And I don't much care for people. That's kind of a joke, but really, I can count on one hand the number of friends I made in Utah who I call "middle of the night" friends. When your car breaks down in the middle of the night or your dog is missing in your neighborhood, which friend would you call? I haven't made many of those since high school. This is my hairy leg, not helping load the UPod. That's been due in part to my nomadic lifestyle. I've moved 17 times since I turned 18 years old. It is  hard to build bonds when you leave town every 12 months. Making friends revolves around a little bit of happenstance. And so it was in January of 2011, when The Wife was helping out at her PA school's interviews for the incoming class of students. She met Messica, a blond

The bugs aren't so bad, so Daisy Duke is allowed to look out our "Juliet" balcony onto the back patio and yard. It's not a balcony at all, for the record. It is a door to nowhere. That wasn't fun. Two months ago, I set off to Seattle to visit Rossmosis. Since then, I have: A. Started a new/old job in Maine; B. Slept on friends' couches and spare beds; C. Bought a house; D. Moved; E. Attended a game at Fenway Park, watching from atop the Green Monster; F. Not slept much. It's tough to blog about all of these happenings when you don't have a computer and are basically holding on to the will to live. I get a little persnickitty when I'm getting 5.5 hours of sleep a night. But things are settling into a routine. We have our new house. It's a three-story townhouse with piles of boxes in it at the moment. We have a 12-foot ceiling in our master closet, so we're thinking about adding some shelving because, well, we don't have any storage. Prac