I didn't really quit the blog, I just had to re-evaulate my relationship with it. I certainly do not need to blog about shit and then get into trouble for it. THERE ARE SPIES OUT THERE, YOU KNOW. WITH THE LAST NAME OF "LOPES". I refuse to password-protect my blog like b/c that is lame with a capital L so I will just have to be more carfeul. Or blog only while sober. Or something like that. LAME.
Currently, as I type, I am in Toronto. We're using some of my points for a free night at the Park Hyatt (verrrry nice) and Peter and Will went to a pro-soccer game (which cost more than a stay at the Park Hyatt would, most likely, WTF). I am going on an adventure to some bar to attend a Pre-BlogHer meetup with some Toronto-area bloggers which should be fun. Then, later I will meet my husband and son for dinner and we shall be merry.
This last week was exhausting, but intense, because I have so much going on along with a new opportunity which should keep me at LMNOP company for another 2 years or so, and the notion of this new project is scary but EXCITING. Who knew this six-month gig in 11/2006 as a trainer would turn into something so big? Not me. I'm still surprised sometimes that I am 41-years old, and responsible enough to pay my mortgage and all the bills and manage to remember to feed my kid, and my cat. Of course, Peter handles everything while I am gone 4 days/week so that makes him a superstar, and he may just get a new car or something (DO YOU HEAR THAT, SPIES?).
So - lesson. Life is strange and I am catching a good buzz (thanks, free bottle of wine in my hotel room) so I better stop blogging for now. I do not want to say anything to offend the spies.