"Southern Kind Of Life"

I have accepted it; we are never going to escape the South.

Despite having visited most every state in the country in my travels as a tourist, after living in five different Southern towns in my lifetime it's now painfully clear that I—and Stacey and Connor now, too—am fated to never leave the confines of the humidity-stained South.

Florida life, so far, is pretty good. The weather has been "cooler" here (read: not instant death-inducing HOT) than in each of our previous three hometowns, so that's been nice.

Just like our previous two homes (SC & Ala.), Florida is yet another state that I never thought I'd call home. Actually, on many occasions I've said, "I'll live just about anywhere except Florida." Whoops.

But, it could be bitterly cold, and I wouldn't really notice because I spend most of my day inside a climate-controlled office building. My office is on the third floor, and offers a view slightly above the tree canopy, which has been innately calming as I absorb the immense workload that this job promises to deliver. I have to wear long sleeves at work each day (tattoos), but as I mentioned the building is very climate-controlled.

Stacey has immediately fallen in love with her new role of staying home with Connor. It's almost like it's encoded on her DNA... As I type this, he's in timeout for standing on the dog's back. It's probably his 10th trip to the penalty box today, including several trips during our pool outing. Putting him in timeout isn't the problem—it's that he usually pees wherever we stick him that's been problematic.

Oh well; it's not my problem anymore.

The Audience Is Listening

Guess who's back?

Wow, where to start? In the nearly three months since what I thought would be my last post, a lot has changed in our lives. We're now living in Central Florida, I'm working as an editor for a large communications conglomerate, and Stacey is now the one staying home with Connor.

My main reason for putting the blog to bed in May was that I didn't want to jeopardize any potential job opportunities—hoping that potential employers wouldn't discover the blog, or find it to be offensive if it was unearthed. Now that I've settled into my new job and gauged the level of stuffiness of said employer, I've decided it's safe to resume posting here.

So buckle up, buttercup. I'm back!