Ok, so obviously I've tried blogging before, but have found that since I do not make a living off of it, I have a difficult time keeping it up. So here I am again starting a new one in the hopes of having an outlet for my sporadic thoughts.
Peas and 10 Qs? What's that about?
I dunno really. Peas are food, and I definitely like food. Q is my favourite letter of the alphabet (X and Z are close runners-up). "Minding your Ps and Qs" suggests that you should say your please and thank yous according to one version of the phrase's etymology, and of course 10 Q is a play on "thank you." Put it all together and it just sounds kinda cute. Nothing more. That's me being random and having a fancy for cute puns here and there.
But I should be pleased and thankful for many things in my life, including the ability to have random thoughts, a decent grasp of the English language and grammar, and all the stuff that happens in my life that makes me think that I should at times write them down.
Reading my last post from a few years ago makes me think I'm a visionary with no follow through. I am not more often found on twitter chatting away (but do post there more frequently than here), nor did I ever end up doing much work blogging either. Ay yaaaa. I'm only consistent in my inconsistencies. Me in a nutshell.
Anyways, I'm in the midst of enjoying a few weeks of vacation time, interspersed with some serious job hunting. Crossing my fingers that I find something sooner rather than later - I could really use a change of scenery.
Next random thought/realization: I've lost one cat to kidney disease, and acquired a dog since my last post. Mercedes and Foster have survived the passing of their brother Oscar, and Josie is my new fur kid of the canine persuasion that I adopted last year that was originally named Gremlin (ew!) from the shelter that received her. I thought Josie was more appropriate.
A pic of the new trio at a rare time of peace:
Cute huh?
Josie and the cats (now you get it, right?) make an otherwise dull home life quite interesting. Methinks I should've become an animal behaviourist of some sort. I can watch them interact and just do their own thing for hours. I can also talk about them ad infinitum, so I should be careful and monitor myself before I become "that person" who hoards animals and can't relate to the rest of the human race.
Ah, I seem to be spending my time procrastinating in here rather than doing what I should be right now. I'll cut this shorter than originally planned, and if I get around to posting again, hopefully it won't take as long... :)
