The theme song for The Jeffersons, "Moving on Up," never rang more true for me than this past month. I'm not gonna lie; it was a busy February. So busy that my mind couldn't comprehend writing a post on my own website. You may call it laziness; I call it leaving you thirsty for more. And by thirsty, I mean dehydrated because it has been forever. Okay, I am lazy.

So I got to do some cool stuff in February. Did I just say cool? Do people even say that anymore? Nobody knows. Well, somebody knows, and that somebody would probably be Bill Nye the Science Guy. He knows everything. And I got to interview him. I also got to interview performance legend — that's right, legend — Marie Osmond and the old Crocodile Hunter's widow, Terri Irwin (that was a weird sentence, but there's no unawkward way to introduce her). What was I doing high-browing with the celebs, you ask? Well, I went to the annual Toy Fair at The Javits Center in NYC for BestWeekEver.tv. Check it out here.

It was out of control. Gone are the days of making your own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sewer out of Pringles cans and shoeboxes (give me a break, I'm from South Knoxville). Now kids can play chess against phantoms. Insane. But not nearly as insane as my new apartment. That's right, loyal JoshLay.com readers … anybody? Anybody? Bueller? I have moved! No more elevators filled with human waste, no more drug dealers, only paradise. A paradise filled with a dishwasher, washer and dryer (in the very apartment mind you), microwave, hardwood floors, and carpeted bedrooms (when you live in a concrete jungle, carpeting is a luxury, my friends).

So that is all. That was my February. Moving on up. Socially, economically, and physically. Not quite financially or health beniftsy, but a good move nonetheless. Does mingling with the upper class and moving to a nice apartment make me special? Absolutely not. Does it bring a smile to my face and a warm fuzzy to my heart? Absolutely. "I finally got a piece of that pie." Sorta. Not really.