As you may or may not know/ care to know, I have taken a recent hiatus from Spark-ing; a Spark-ation, if you will. This was not due to any waning interest, affection or motivation on my part, but rather due to the unpredictable, crazy to the nth, bohemian-chic life that is road-tripping. I officially declared, "bon voyage," to self, sanity and any sense of stability nearly three months and change ago. And let me tell you, it has been CHANGE. For better or worse, being bold and experiencing new things without a road map or itinerary is life altering, and soul expanding, regardless of the copious volumes of bull your pragmatic, overly literal, quixotically-challenged family members might try to foist on you.
So, I'm back. Mostly. My life is still, and is likely to remain, a great mad lib. Changeable, mysterious, entertaining to those who don't know me, nonsensical at times, and a sort of bemusing expanse of vacuousness to most random conservative persons / uptight relatives and their brethren. You know these people. They tend to excessively value things like spread sheets, job titles, electronics reviews, "troubleshooting," acronyms, and random womb-checks. Despite this, I'm into my life, and my dog is tickled positively rosÃ and loves me unconditionally. This, in my mind, is a full on win and cause for daily celebration. Conversely, the dashing pup was beyond despair in my last home, moping and plodding and giving serious attitude. Clearly, this settled down, domestic non-bliss was the pits, and he was having NONE of it. Well, good for him. I'll be having none of that, either! Suburbia is for Suburbans, which frankly should have been retired in the 40's when they still looked cool and no one considered things like petrol pollution, because they were too busy puffing juleps, setting pin-curls and fighting mass disillusionment produced by the war. Well, actually that sounds eerily like today. Replace Suburban with Escalade, julep with Marlboro light, pin-curls with flat iron and continue on about your merry way.
Whoa, DIGRESS! Anyways, here I am. Still a hormonal mess, still fun at parties. Kickin'! You?