Here's a fun fact to kick off your Monday: Georgia leads the nation this year in the number of bank failures. The FDIC announced two more on Friday, bringing the count to 18 institutions that regulators have closed down in the state so far in 2009.
I don't know what you can do with that, but there it is. You'll think of something.
I'm sure Georgia holds some other, more honorable records, but that's the one that sprang to mind after reading the news this morning.
I suppose there's not much else to do but give you a mindless listing of my recent activities and whereabouts. Actually, let's just stick with the activities, because my whereabouts have just been here mostly, and most of you know where that is.
My brother and I ran a 5K race together about a week ago. Not my best time, but not too bad considering my running has been only slightly more regular than my blogging this year. He beat me by 18 seconds, so I've challenged him to a rematch.
There has been lots of poopy to clean up lately for me and the wife, some of it the runny variety (hence the title of this post). I'm talking about the baby's poop, by the way. Everyone got that, right? I know this is a mundane blog, but I'll be damned if I start telling you about my own bowel movements. (What I read during said movements, however, is an entirely valid topic, as previously discussed.)
The vegetable garden soldiers on, although I suspect it has grown tired of the heat, overcrowding and neglect. Each plant has produced a little, but I have been far from overwhelmed by anything. I did get enough ripe tomatoes a few weeks ago to make some fresh homemade salsa. And last night I made zucchini bread.
I just finished reading The World According to Garp by John Irving. I mostly read it because I had enjoyed A Prayer for Owen Meany so much. Garp was pretty enjoyable; I still like Irving's style a lot. But Owen Meany was better.
So uh... apparently my strategy here is to bore away what's left of the readership that waits so patiently for these posts. I'll see if I can't come up with something more interesting to say in October or November, maybe.
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I vote for November over December, if you're taking readership opinions. Glad to see you're still alive... and afloat.
You really should take up a blog-writing regimen. My Blog 365 project worked wonders for my blog writing. Sure, I produced a ton of crap during that year, but it was crap of a distinctly superior quality than the crap that came before.
And I think my last comment on that earlier post you linked is perhaps my finest comment on any blog ever. "The prostate, Meaghan. The prostate."
At least your sorry excuse of a blog is always good for a chuckle or two. It's enoug to keep your readers coming - even if the relationship reminds me of a child constantly begging for daddy's affection. Maybe, just maybe, if I get better grades, do more chores or refuse myself any happiness in life, daddy will pay attention to me.
Just remember that payback's a bitch and in blog years, your readers will be maturing to teenagers soon. Hair dying, piercing, motorcycle gang dating and general disrespectful attitudes could be right around the corner.
Good comment, Julie. A+ and a gold star for you.
Gah. Late to the party here. Of course the one week I cease to click on your blog is the same week you grace us with a post. If you do decide to make this a theme blog about poo, baby's or anyone else's, you can be certain I will stop reading.
I agree that Owen Meany is better than Garp. I highly recommend The Cider House Rules, also by Irving. It's my favorite book of all time.
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