Tuesdays with Juddy

Food + Booze = Pure joy

I'm a quitter, or so it would seem.  Obviously, this blog has been pretty high on the list of things I've quit.  My last post?  Almost four months ago.  Pathetic.  I also quit my 17 year long gig as a part-time instructor, which actually feels great.  Theoretically, since I quit one, I should have more time for the other.  My brain tells me that, or part of my brain tells me that.  The other part tells me, "Dude, you are waaaay behind on The Walking Dead.  You'd better catch up."  The good side is finally winning, so here we are.

Summer's over and our busiest part of fall has passed, and once all that work is done I sometimes get a little too ambitious with my goals.  "I'll try for a weekly post," I thought, probably one day as I was unwinding with an Old Fashioned (I didn't quit those; I'm a quitter, not an idiot), but then thought, "Calm down, cowboy, what the hell would you write?"  Probably not much, but it's a start and might lead to some really bizarre posts.  Bi-weekly posts almost seems more plausible, but skip one week, might as well skip ten.  Which leaves only seasonal blogs, and that really feels like some Martha Stewart shit.  So I guess I'm back to weekly.  At least for now, and there are no guarantees.

At least I also quit that creepy mustache.

Tuesdays feel like a good day, so I'll pour a bourbon (again, seriously, not quitting), sit down with a spotty internet connection, and let you in on the kids, the ranch, and the life.

It feels good, right?  Back at the keyboard, clanking away.  As they say in everyone's favorite Academy-Award winning Western Gay-Porn, Brokeback Mountain, "I wish I could quit you."

I wish I could quit you, too.