Thirty in thirty – why not?

All right then. So while I’m waiting for my iPod to finish charging and the sunscreen to absorb so that I can go tackle The Garden From Hell ™, I’ve decided to accept the challenge Wil Wheaton forwarded from Shane Nickerson’s blog – 30 posts in 30 days. Why? Eh, why not. Things are slow around here, and every day, at least five times a day, something comes to mind which makes me think, “yeah, I definitely should write something about that later.” And of course, later never comes, because I think it’d be too much effort, or it’s too embarrassing, or we’ve just gotten another two episodes of MI-5 in the mail from Netflix and my husband is looking particularly snuggly. Whatever.

Everyone else has posted ground rules for themselves, and since I’m such a bloody follower, here are mine:

1. No Britney Spears. Not that there would have been anyway, but it seems like a good rule.
2. No rants from anything I’ve read in Mother Jones. Even if it’s really good and enhances the accuracy of my Dick Cheney Voodoo Dartboard.
3. At least 4 of the posts will include photos, because my camera backlog now extends back to our honeymoon – in 2005.
4. No more than 1500 words in any post, even if I think it’s really important to rant and get something off of my chest. If you think that’s easy for me, you’ve never read my blog.
5. At least one of my posts will be in German. If it has more than 100 actual, non-made-up German words, I’d better get free chocolate from somebody.
6. At least one post from something social I do in Denver. Which means I have to do something social in Denver. Be afraid.
7. There is no 7.
8. I’ll admit to whatever I’m listening to at the time, even if it’s John Denver.

Not very exciting, but who cares. I write for me

I think the sunscreen’s ready. Out to brave the Colorado sun.