It's exactly the same, just different.

So.  Here it is.  A new blog.  Except not really.  All that's changed is the web address that gets you here (the old web address should still get you here, but feel free to update to the new one).  I needed a new name. I haven't been a Douglass for more than a year, and I didn't want that to be the website name any more.  I have decided to live in my summer cottage in Babylon full time.

I'm still working out a few of the kinks that come with migrating a blog.  Hopefully all the comments on old posts will be back soon, because really, the comments are my favorite part.  And my blog roll.  There's no simple way to migrate that.  It's going to require me manually adding them all. 

But otherwise, I think you'll find everything else is familiar.  Who knows, maybe I'll even start writing posts again.

In the meantime, here's a very brief update:

I have a real job.  I've been the "Executive Assistant" for a financial advisor for a year now, and I really like it.  Not finances--I don't like them, and I'm not good at them. I find the whole idea of investments and financial plans tedious.  But I'm good at the administrative stuff.  Keeping things organized, making sure rules are followed...that's right up my alley.  (Tangent: I refuse to ever use the phrase "in my wheelhouse," even though I actually know what it means and where it originated. "Right up my alley" is a much less douchey way of saying the same thing. If I ever hear you say something is in your wheelhouse, I will want to punch you in the taco.  I won't, because I don't think I could poop in a jail toilet, but I will want to.) (Yes. My biggest deterrent to committing a crime is the fear of public pooping.) 

My oldest has become a musclebound, giant man-child complete with facial hair and BO and I don't know what to do with that.  But along with the facial hair, BO, and several inches he has on me came a person who is fun to talk to and actually likes to be around me. 

We adopted a cat and it died 29 days later.  After swearing off new pets forever, we adopted another cat in July. So far he's not dead.

We've all (all eight of us) settled into our work-family balancing, splitting time between parents, six loaves of bread and five gallons of milk a week new lives.

And I feel like writing again, so hopefully you'll see me around here more. I've been holding in All The Opinions about All The Things for far too long. 

See you soon.