I'm still here.

Okay, I really am still alive. I haven't died of South American Dizziness Disease. The weather has just been so nice lately, and we've had so much going on, and I've been so busy reading other people's blogs, and commenting on other people's blogs, and sleeping, and eating, and watching movies (oh yeah, I finally joined blockbuster.com), and cooking, and laying on the couch, and chillin' with my homies. My life is so full, and busy, and satisfying that I just don't have the time.

Okay, so not true. Well, some of it's true. But not all of it. Things have been steady around here. I guess I just haven't had the motivation to sit down and write. Or the inspiration. All week I'm like "Hmmm, I wonder if I could blog that. Could I make it funny?" But then, I go "No, that's not very funny. Who wants to hear about the time The Boy handed me something in the dark and it ended up being a booger?" So, you see, I'm thinking of all of you when I'm not with you. Funny, I used to think of my life as a scrapbook. Now I think of it as a blog. Interesting.....

Okay, I'm going to go relax in a hot bath, and then go to bed. Good night all. Sorry this is so random.

P.S. I should have something cool to write about on Wednesday. The Hubster and I are going to a Mariners game and sitting in good seats. Too bad Dan Wilson doesn't play anymore. --sigh....Dan Wilson-- So, I'll let you know how it goes.