excited
I’m so excited I could spit. No really spit. Those that know me should be able to tell you that I don’t spit. I can’t. The very thought of spitting brings up the most painful of childhood memories for me. So painful, in fact, that I cannot discuss it here. No! I said No! I won’t discuss the fact that my father cut me from the little league baseball team that he was coaching. I won’t discuss the fact that I do now and always have thrown like a girl. I won’t discuss the fact that my older siblings would have spitting competitions when we were little and I never really learned how to “hock a luggie”.
I’ve always been disgusted by that and I believe that good social breeding requires of one to deny themselves the vulgarity of “hocking a luggie”. In a lot of ways, I’m very similar to Bree from Desperate Housewives. I believe in a clean home, good food, and the appearance of happiness, all while deep down I get to watch my world collapsing without one clue on how to fix it. But damn it looks pretty!
How did I get off the topic?
I’m so excited I could spit… My friend John has agreed to help me revitalize Beyondbuffalo. There’s so much more that I want to do but haven’t the knowledge to get it here that I asked him for a little help. When he gets home from his world travels, there will be a new Beyondbuffalo site, complete with photos, a new blog layout, a new blog (for the stories you really need a password to read) and oh so much more.
I can’t wait until he gets home.