Friday my waitress was off getting her senior pictures done. The other waitress couldn't work for her, for whatever reason. So there I am alone on a Friday, traditionally our busiest day, with what has been a really busy week since I started advertising..."own the airwaves," the jewelry store guy told me once. I hate it when I'm wrong and someone else is right, but he was right. Business tripled...

I'm just too used to message boards, I guess. How do we talk to UGU just about nothing in general? (big dumb grin). If my blog is supposed to be the story of my life I don't want to be posting about...well, you know, the stuff that clogs the toilet my life sometimes becomes.

Does this blog stay here, or does it wind up somewhere else (you know, like we keep finding sci.med transcription on other forums where they must be watching us - that always sort of creeped me out and cracked me up at the same time).

I jumped ship...flew the coop... but I still think I'm an MT. I haven't done MT work for 8 or 9 months, at least, long enough to make sure I probably won't ever be able to do it again. But I just had to try something else. I had been safely entombed in my cave (our finished basement) for years in my office, and I dreamed of escaping. An opportunity presented itself, and I jumped at the chance. I bought a restaurant/gift shop. Talk about night and day difference!