I am throwing in the towel. I started this blog with the best of intentions, but as Baby G gets older and my personal life seems to be falling apart, I just feel that I have less and less time to sit down and write. Besides, I realize that the blogging thing just isn’t for me. Contrary to many people these days, I’m still a very private person and plastering my thoughts and feelings up on the web for all to see just doesn’t sit right with me. I guess I’m back to the old paper and pen method where I can vomit out all my angst and emotion and not have to worry about loved ones misunderstanding or being hurt by things written during the heat of the moment.

I must say that I do admire those around me who can do this honestly and without censoring themselves. There’s a touch of bravery in it that I am first to admit am lacking. Perhaps my reluctance to write so openly doesn’t have anything to do with those around me, but rather my own fear in acknowledging things that I want to bury deep inside.

I just received my August issue of Bon Appetit today (yeah, I know, we’ve barely even put a toe into July). Is it just me or is this not the most F’g sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?!

I swear, it’s virtually impossible to try and find legit work-at-home or telecommuting jobs. I read all these articles on the Wall Street Journal, news pages of Yahoo, and wherever else about companies that are either giving employees a little extra in the paycheck to help with soaring gas costs or encouraging telecommuting for the aforementioned reason, as well as enabling the company to reduce overhead. Well, I’ll be damned if I can find a single one of these companies. Perhaps they’re just not hiring. And I feel like recruiters and head hunters are completely clueless about these types of businesses as well (”In the 25 years of recruiting, I’ve never run across such a company,” one told me).

And the online job boards are next to useless. I do a key word search for “telecommuting,” “virtual” and “work from home” and all I get are these shady sounding deals where some schmuck name “Pete” has this web site that is making money hand over fist and he needs our help to keep it going! So much so that he’s willing to share the proceeds with us. All right, Pete! What a giver. Needless to say, Pete never really discloses exactly what his web site’s about and how it’s making this kingly sum.

My other favorite are all the rebate processing gimmicks. There’s one in particular that guarantees you can make up to several thousand dollars a month. You just need to pay the womany running the progam some money so that you can get “trained” and have access to her lead boards.

This just smacks too much of Amway, or better yet, those classified ads in the papers from my job search days in college (yeah, before the internet) that promised flex schedules and big pay. I went to one of those “interviews” once. Turned out if was a big cattle call pitch on how you can sell these amazing knives that weren’t available in stores and which, surprise, surprise, no one had ever heard of. These knives practically sold themselves. Everyone you encountered would beg to buy them from you. Oh, but one small catch - you’d have to buy a full set of your own as the company didn’t actually provide the product samples for you to hock.

Munkee:  Death by dildo is never good.

Baby G had her first foray into crime this morning.

I was getting some brown rice at the bulk bins at Whole Foods when she decided that she’d five-finger-discount herself to the contents of the bin next to her. She crammed a small fistfull of the dry goods into her mouth, promptly spat it back out and yelled, “Icky!”

There you have it folks. Crime does not pay, even at 19 months.