I'm having trouble getting back into the blogging regime. I think I'll do away with my "every day" posting routine. I did it for three and a half years so I figure I've adequately proven that I can do it. It's just that I don't want to anymore. It's easier to stay in touch with people now with Facebook and all my good stories have been told already so the blog has just become a scrapbook for our life. Which is fine, it's just that our life is simply not that interesting 365 days a year. (I could turn it into a poo log I suppose, but that'd likely reduce readership to zero.) Speaking of poo, it was funny over at my dad's house during the holidays. I was ill if you remember with a particularly nasty case of the runs. Dad and I were discussing in great detail our bowel movements, which truth be told, is just natural for us. We refer to bowel movements in terms of success. "Hey dad, I've been successful three times today, how about you?" His wife pointed out that before she moved in with him 20 years ago, she had never had a discussion such as we have. She confessed it took some years getting used to. "It was just something we never talked about before I met your dad," she revealed. There are special words we use too so that we don't draw attention to ourselves in public. Torquing is probably the most common. "Can you wait for me for a few minutes, I've got to torque." (This is short for "torquing a dump".) If any blame is to be laid (or is it lain, I can never remember) for my pooclivities, it is to be heaped on my father. Certainly mom never shared the excremental zeal of papa. So now you know.
In other news, I had that phone test yesterday which was an oral communication test. I hope I expressed myself well. I was awfully nervous and all the questions were hypothetical work dilemmas. Ugh. Still, I wasn't being tested on the solution to the dilemmas but rather how clearly and expertly I trotted out my answers. I have no idea how I did. I'm sure I sounded a bit like I do here in the blog, which is admittedly all over the place at times. You'll be glad to know that the above paragraph's topic never came up on the test. I did crack a joke at one point when I was asked to explain how I would go about solving a computer problem. "You mean after I kicked the machine across the room?" Crickets. So I said, "Uh, that was a joke." Then I got a courtesy laugh. At the end of the interview, I asked about when the results would be available. In about a month was the response. So I'm going to try to put it out of my mind now.