Gone, gone, gone, you been gone so long … To my one loyal reader, a co-worker who I have decided to call “That F” in my blog, I apologize for my long respite from writing. As you know, I’ve been back to the books, trying to finish up my MBA once and for all (don’t worry, I won’t campaign to try to run the country like some other MBA you adore). Anyway, besides the stress of school and other things that I can’t mention in dichotomous yet that have diverted my attention, not much has been happening in my happy little life. Ethan is starting to walk, both boys are finally sleeping through the night (for the most part) and work is going well. We just received the campaign prospectus, which That F and I worked very, very hard on. So, that has been rewarding. I’ve been thinking about the ‘80s a lot. I sure did love that decade, and I’ll admit it now that I’m more secure with myself (Did you catch the song reference in my heading today?) As for current events, I loved Friedman’s story today. I thought it was spot on. I’ll try to write more often from now on. I’ll be out and about and think, “I really need to put this in dichotomous,” but then I end up having to change a poopy diaper or get the travel sized bottles of liquor out of my toddler’s hands and my blogthoughts just fade into the distance.