Sarah is better at blogging than me.

Truer words have never been written as a blog post title. Sarah is better at blogging than me. She has all this personality and spunk and she, you know, posts. I mean, we've had an earthquake, a hurricane, flooding, and Stephen Strasburg and I haven't been able to motivate myself to write a solid blog post.

So, we had an earthquake. At this point it was pretty much a year ago, so I'm not going to go into details. Suffice it to say that in the height of the shaking I said, in an extremely calm voice, "In elementary school, they told us to get under our desks in an earthquake. I'm going to get under the table." And then pretty much everyone else did that. It was strange. Also the pictures fell off my wall in my office and then we got to go home early. Yay!

That's right, the ugly Monet that I don't like and came with my office fell off the wall. I don't know how I'll survive. Also, my office is a a pig sty.

All right, earthquake out of the well. Hurricane Irene was a bit of a disappointment to those of us around here. Let me be clear that I'm not making light of the destructive flooding it caused further north, but I love extreme weather and it barely even rained. Tropical Storm Lee, or the remnants of it rather, have been making crazy rainfall over the last week and I love it, though now half of Fairfax County is underwater, so I'm glad that I was able to get home via I-66 tonight, because all my other routes were washed out.

So, why haven't I posted? It's the same configuration of stuff: work is crazy, school is crazy, life is crazy, can't find the time. But really all of those things are excuses (ok, work really IS crazy, but still) and I just need to figure out a way to make this happen. I like blogging, even if no one is reading and even if I think the word "blog" is an affront to the English language. I don't even have nail polish on my hands right now (or on my feet, for that matter) I've been so busy. But I still just need to make this a regular part of things. Even if it's only a couple times a week, or once a week at first. I find it helpful.

I did succeed in making my blog pretty the last time I was on here and played around with it, so that's good. I like using Memorial Bridge as the picture because it's a beautiful structure and I feel like this could be a helpful place as I move forward with my life, crossing a symbolic bridge into adulthood, if you will. Ok, gross, no. I primarily picked it because it's a pretty picture of DC and I drive over it every morning to work and that's the bridge that Toby, Josh and Donna cross at the end of "20 Hours in America."

So, yeah, I've been watching some Parks and Recreation, doing some room organizing, watching some West Wing, doing presentations on Cathay Pacific marketing campaigns and working 10-11 hours a day. But I went out last weekend and had a social evening with coworkers that resulted in losing my keys and talking about graduate school admissions with anyone who will listen. And a lot of people want to listen to that at bars apparently. Who knew?

All right, I'm tired and this sucks because Sarah is better than me, but I vow I will improve.