DST

Sounds like some Jersey Shore shit doesn't it?

But seriously I'm talking about Daylight Savings Time.

The older and older I get, the more it fucks with me.

For real.

I get the DST hangover.

Everything seems super off-kilter, the day slogs by, I get a wicked case of man PMS or something, and just have this general feeling of being off.

Of course that feeling seems to be par for the course these days.

Crazy still is as crazy does.

The earth, sun, moon and stars have a huge impact and affect on me.

What's the remedy? I need a remedy.

Just Got Back...

... from a very long vacation which involved beaches and shores, bridges and tunnels, and even a bridge-tunnel.

Until I can pull my head out of the sand, let's take a look back at previous summers had here at the House of G.

In 2005, it was all I could do just to survive the summer with two kids, my oldest on the brink of kindergarten.

By 2006, summer was far more enjoyable but it took me weeks to post about it. Expect the same this year.

Last year, I was quicker on posting about my vacation exploits, but still wrestled with the art of Blogger and its pic-posting cousin Picasa.