My Lost Decade

I found yet another reason to be pissed about my hard drive crashing.  Lost all my writing.  It's basically like I don't exist before March 2010.

I did come across a few of my old blogs from right around when Iris was born that I happened to save on Timm's computer (that I had copied and pasted from Myspace before canceling my account).  Maybe it's just because it's me walking down my own memory lane, but I found them amusing.

And it made me realize that I use my blog these days as a place to vent.  And no one likes to read a litany of complaints (no one likes to hear them either, which is, I guess, why I write them in my blog).  Anyway, I guess I don't really care, I just wish my wit and writing ability were still as sharp as they were 4 years ago.  I guess being away from academia and adult interaction dulls that sort of thing.

My mom refers to the 80s as her lost decade (lost because she was mothering 2 young children).  I wish my lost decade had a quick, easy title.  The Early Two Thousands?  Doesn't have as nice a ring.  I will accept your suggestions.

But, yeah... reading back on the few blogs I have from when Iris was first born, I can sense the beginnings of my losing touch with the world around me.  At least then I had a job, regularly got out of the house, without children.  Now I am in the full swing of My Lost Decade.  I hope nothing awesome happens, because I won't remember it.  At least I have my blog to look back on and remember my complaints about other things that aren't awesome.