We're good? Ok. Good.
Now that the awkward apology is out of the way, I'd like to take a moment to explain why my virtual blog presence has been missing from your life.
1. I live in New Orleans.
Yeah. That's all I got. It should be enough. It's hard to type with a beignet in your hand or while day drinking on Bourbon or while going on terrible first dates or while traveling back to Wisconsin or while...well, you get it. I've been a bit busy. But, I had a nice little phone chat with my lovely sister and we discussed how to make this blog even better. "First." she says, "you have to write it." Ok. Yeah. That makes sense. "Second," she says, "you have to write about all of it." Ok. Yeah - maybe not ALL of it - my mother does read this, and although she would love to hear about the juicy details of all my drunken (and sober) shenanigans, some things are just not meant to be typed and broadcast to the internet universe for all time.
With that said, this second (or maybe third) attempt at blogging, will be different. How so? Well here's how:
No Skinny Bitch, where I only talk about dieting. Because that's just sad. Seriously. I love food. I hate working out. It was a bad idea from the start.
No Wine and Wrought Iron, where I only talk about Nola. Because there's so much more. Seriously. Some of my best moments have happened elsewhere...like Jimmy Buffett in Wisconsin. Oh yeah. We're going to go there...censorship on that weekend will be pretty high.
Also - No daily blogging. I can't keep up with it. And if I promise, I'll let you down, and I would hate myself forever and cry myself to sleep. Probably not. But I would feel bad. So the posts will come when they come. (Did you just hear Steve Carrell from The Office saying "that's what she said"? I did. I never claimed to be mature.)
I've got a lot of catching up to do. So hang in there with me. I promise we'll have fun. So cheers, lovelies.
