So that was fun

Well hello there
My it's been a long long time
How am I doin?
Oh I guess I'm doing fine
It's been so long now, since I saw you
Feels like it was only yesterday
Well, ain't it funny, how time slips away

- Willie Nelson

I took a little hiatus there between the months of January and June. Let's just say it wasn't a planned absence from my brilliant and underappreciated blog, it's just that nothing squelches the desire to write more than leading a pledge drive during an unprecedented economic tsunami.

Each day I would rise with visions of genius dancing through my noggin. True gems like my run-in with a breakfast Nazi who just about slapped me when I dared to call her creation "pancakes." "They're HOTCAKES!!" she yelled, as if I had insulted her first-born and spat upon her dear Grammy's grave. So, yeah, if you ever happen to venture into "The Griddle" in Eagle, Idaho ... THEY'RE HOT CAKES!! NOT PANCAKES!! HOT CAKES!! HOT CAKES!! HOT CAKES!!

Or the sad tale of how I excitedly purchased the MLB.tv package on my computer so I could watch my beloved D'backs every single day this summer! Well, the baseball gods forgot to inform me that the D'backs were going to be one of the most gawdawful teams in the history of the sport. So I'm stuck watching this crappy team every ... single .... day! On a bright note, I've really integrated Chris Young's strikeouts into my everyday routine. It's kind of comforting, in a way.

The world can only imagine the additional genious pouring forth from my brain, because unfortunately these visions were immediately torpedoed by an onslaught of panicky emails. Every single one relaying a message akin to, "Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!!!" I had a consultant not only email me "Oh my God!" messages every day, he would actually call me from North Carolina to relay said message over the phone. It was wonderful!

Topping matters off, my minister was stricken with pneumonia for two months, the office manager was out for nearly a month with a family tragedy, and three separate members of my team left the country during our campaign. Throw in the depression/recession/whatever it is, and it was about as much fun as one can possibly imagine,

Here's the clincher - We raised more money than ever before, yet our church is still around $40,000 in debt. So it appears someone I know quite well was thrust into a no-win situation.

Hence the blog drought.

Well that's all over now baby blue. Bygones are bygones. Turn the page. Yada, yada, yada.

It's time to get back to what I do best. Namely, taking care of Michael, composing brilliant and life-altering blog posts and enjoying delicious hot cakes at "The Griddle." Oh yeah, and I'm about to resume my lounge act. Yes I'm serious!

For reasons known only to them, some good friends of mine asked me to serve as the officiant at their son's wedding on Saturday. That's right kiddies, ole Dave here is about to bust out the diamond-encrusted jump suit and unleash "Starrrr Warrrrrsssss!" once again. Don't be surprised if Sunday's newspaper contains stories about innocent people running in horror from a quaint country wedding. It's what I do, people! It's what I do!

Always avoid mortally offending tightly-wound restaurant owners, kiddies!

- Dave