One fun fact about me...maybe

It's been quite a while since my last blog post. 

There are several reasons:

I started a new position at work around the time I last posted and I lost track of the time.
I've spend WAY less time using this here computer.  I only check my Google reader a couple times a week instead of a couple of times a day.
I recommitted to working out and spend 3 hours a day at the gym, which leaves precious few minutes for blogging.
I wasn't quite sure what I should write for the next item on the list--A fun fact about me.

Ok.  Ok.  One of the above isn't true AT ALL.  And one is the most true.

The most true is that, although blogging may be one of the most narcissistic things to do, do I really think there is a fact that is so "fun" about me that it deserves its own posting?  Seriously? And what if no one else finds it "fun"?  Then I will have posted a "Supposed Fun Fact about Me."  And that's no fun.

The lie above is that I have been working out.  Anyone who believed that is crazy.  Well, maybe not.  I DID recently begin paying money to a gym.  I've sorta shopped for new workout clothes ('cause if you look good, you'll work out).  I've planned on going to the gym on multiple occasions.  And I may even show up on the Memorial Day. 

So, I guess a fun fact about me is that I have a good imagination.  That's what I call my tendency to stretch the truth.  My mom calls it lying.  I like to call it poetic license.

And I tend to take it often.