Leggo My Lexicon

In an effort to get this blog off on the correct foot I've scoured the interwebs for a handful of publications held in high esteem by people who know how to get "best blogs" to show up in a google search. One that popped up was a financial bit that for today centered on how the economy is circling the drain. I'm assuming that's been the subject matter of the past week, past month and past year as well. 

Today's bit centered on tips to weather the American economy with your monthly retirement funds. After recommending to grab your social studies book and crouch under your desk and pretend it's 1962, this matter of record blog advised that in investing "the best offense is a good defense" in managing the markets. Right. Next year's en vogue Christmas gift with be the #2 pencil (presumably to fill out unemployment forms) and we're tossing out lowest-common-denominator sports metaphors to make sense of the most complex cluster of our generation. I can totally see how the ability to play a 2-3 zone relates to the diversification of a 401K. And the liquidity crisis perfectly reminds me how Notre Dame's run defense couldn't stop USC last year. Best offense is a good defense. Got it. Check.

You don't see me describing a balanced offense as a "diversified portfolio." So hands off our sports metaphors, you financial fourth estaters. You're better than that. Next time perform a gravitas check. Instead of comparing the impending economic doom to the ability to field a bunt, stick to subjects on the same plane as the sinking NYSE. Anything from the Book of Revelations will do.

Opening Day

So yeah, we're about four years late to this party of off-beat soul searching/online travel slide shows/toddler antics caught on tape. We're fine with that. There are no toddlers running around this home anyway. We'd like to think we're a little more on the ball than these folks despite our serious behind-the-curve blogging. No one's middle name is Matthew around here.

But we've got things to say, places to go and labradors to walk. Trust us. Between a vacation-loving, planning-centric attorney and a stay-at-home, scattershot journalist, there's enough going on around here to fill a few blog posts. And in the slow times there's always Cody, the curmudgeon-esque dog that fills the spaces in between. He's eight-years old, going on old man on porch barking at the neighborhood kids to get off his lawn. Put it this way, if Cody was a human his favorite treat would be Werther's Original.