peace out

I'm not one to spread my political agenda around like peanut butter.  I don't talk about politics in social settings and I don't like when other people do it.  

And I don't intend to ever use this blog or Facebook or Twitter as a platform.  I just don't roll like that.

Let's just say I try to inspect both sides of the proverbial coin. I think about it. 

Then I spend it on a gum ball. 

I've got enough turmoil here in casa de Meeker. Don't need more,  thankyouverymuch.

But I would like to say that I had a delightful time turning Schuyler Colfax into a butterfly bearded bohemian.  I think it suits him.

We all could use a little less stuffy and a lot more je ne sais quoi. No?

web work

I've been working on a custom blog for my sister's new company.  She is going to be offering kids fitness camps this summer and she needed an online presence where people can register and get information.

Teaching yourself how to edit html is one of the most frustrating things a person can attempt. At least in my book.  There was much weeping and waling and gnashing of teeth from me last night.

Someday I will know all this stuff and I'll be able to do all the things I want to do.  Until then, I struggle on.

rogue writing

Hi. I'm feeling a bit shy. A bit naked without my blue blankie.

As you can tell, things are moving around a bit here. The blue is gone. So long, Blue. You were good to me.

The fact of the matter is, there are big changes in the works. Suaviloquy is undergoing a major renovation. I'm one of those lucky people who has a graphic designer as a friend. Don't you just hate people like me? I did. Until I met Shawn, and then his brother Adam. What can I say? Sometimes Lady Luck takes a shine to me. Don't hate me too much. It's a rare occurrence.

For now, I'm vagabonding it. I'm just parked here under my homemade header, eating canned beans, until my little masterminds come up with something AMAZING. You hear that Shawn? AMAZING. Cuz I know what you're capable of.

As for the rest of you, pull up a plastic chair and hang out. You're not going to believe this story I have to tell you. . .