How do I meet this Josh Peterson fellow?

So anyone who has attempted to set up a blog through google gets a choice of templates. Kind of like Powerpoint or those moody business card templates you can create online. All of the templates look pretty much alike (why does the "simple" template with the fake books look like that Olin Mills school portrait backdrop from the mid 1970s??) and are all credited to design whiz Josh Peterson (RISD? Parsons???) .  Does the Talented Mr. Peterson get royalties every time someone is strong-armed into using one of his cutting-edge templates because google won't let you register the damned blog until you do? Who is this Josh Peterson and how did he get a monopoly on the templates? Actually, a Monopoly-themed template would be sort of cool, now that I think about it. I wonder if I can find Josh on Facebook and float him that idea. Or maybe he is more of a Linkedin person.. if he exists at all. Not MySpace, please.... I picture him more of a socially awkward cubicle sitter than a tween on a laptop...

Type A Ebay

It happened again. 1) Job and 2) kids got in the way of the important work of Ebay bidding. I miscalculated my schedule and when I got home I was dismayed to see that the Sandy Koufax/Don Drysdale autograph set had ended and the winning bid was less than even I was going to shell out. I purposely didn't put in my higher bid before leaving 1) work to pick up 2) kids because I didn't want to drive the price up. But now  I will have to continue to monitor until a similar gem comes up. Of course, the irony of 1) job and 2) kids preventing me from scoring on ebay is that the items I am bidding for are actually for 1) job and 2) kids. Earlier in the week I stalked used keyboards for my work computer because apparently pretzel salt from a midmorning-carbo-craving snack can get wedged in the keyboard and render the space key utterly useless. Who would have thought? And the aforementioned Koufax/Drysdale find is me channeling my inner Santa way too early to get holiday gifts for my son. I hope once he figures out that his dear mom is behind all these awesome and stressful-to-obtain gifts, he will be appropriately appreciative. If not this year, by next year?

By the way, it is a minor miracle that this blog is even registered at all (is it??). Typing in those pesky verification codes over and over and having them summarily rejected is not only time-consuming, but not so great for the self-esteem, I must say. But here it is, and if I am ever able to find this website again to post, it will be another minor miracle... in a nondenominational way, of course.