I was stuck four inches from my garage today.

I have no thoughts today.

It is a Tuesday morning in January. We have finally started warming up after a nasty cold snap that lasted for a month at least. I am somewhat relieved at the break from the frostbite weather. I get tired of my nose hairs sticking together.

We just celebrated 20 years of the Simpsons. The Vikings have their 1st playoff game on Sunday against the Cowboys.

I am drinking decaf coffee that I can't keep warm trying to get motivated to get to the river with Ruthie. I just balanced my empty checkbook. I am reading three different books right now none of which can hold my attention. Ruthie is sleeping in the other room. Her favorite spot these days is my bed.

It has been kind of slow at work. The girls are kinda stressing out but I am hoping with the warmer weather I am hoping it won't be an issue any more. It is hard to keep morale up sometimes. Especially when their are new people involved. It takes a while for things to balance out and everybody to get used to each other.

Anyway. This turned out to be more of a journal entry than anything profound.

It appears that the last time I posted anything on this blog was one year ago. How neglectful. I do not think the lack of readers should keep me from expressing myself. (In fact it is good reason do it.) I am too unorganized to keep my thoughts anywhere else, nor can I contain them in my head. I am unsure as to why I haven't been writing. My New Years resolution is to try to maintain a stream of thought on here. Why? Because I can? I don't know, maybe it is a need. Sometimes I read a book or watch a movie in which the characters express a passion for something, art, cooking, music, or anything. This inspires me to search for mine. They say that writing is a good way to look. So maybe if I try to sit on here a couple of times a week and just start randomly typing, like they have us do in class, I might "unbrain" some deeply hidden, brilliant something or other. Perhaps I will find my "voice." Although I will say that blogging is frightening to me because even if one strange person stumbles across this page and takes a second to glance at it, it is out there. Yikes! With that being said Happy New Year!

Why does my wash machine always have to be off balance?

They Come Into America!!!!

Last night I was in a room full of tens of thousands of people all of them singing "Sweet Caroline" at the top of their lungs and waving hands in the air. It was unreal!!

Ruthie and I did the Humane Society's Walk for Animals on May 3. This was her first trip on a bus. She seemed to enjoy it. We walked the whole 5 miles and she did quite well for her 10 months of age. She was mellow and thoughtful. I was very proud of her. We hope to do it again next year...