Chuck Norris

I missed you. I really, really do. I haven't written in this blog since last June. I figure that the only way I was going to get any real writing done was to completely unplug--and I did.

Then I had a baby. A beautiful baby girl that looks so much like her father it's scary.

And then right after that, my computer broke. I'm borrowing one right now, but I hope to be back online full time by the first week of February.

Life has thrown some major curve balls--still moving forward even when I'm not sure my legs are moving. Sometimes I hurt so bad from the act of growing that I feel numb from the waist down--trying to keep moving forward.

I 'ran' into a very old friend of mine very recently. I feel--I don't know...like I'm 23 again and everything is everything. Those old urges and feelings of restlessness seem to be coming back but this time, I won't repress them because I have to be a 'grown-up' now.

Funny thing about these words--this text is that they seem to be only that. You can make them be whatever you want, make them mean anything you want--sort of like an abstract painting. That's what words are to me.

I didn't make any new years resolutions. I really didn't. I hate the idea of being obligated to myself. Whatever happen will happen and all I can hope is that I make the best decision for that moment and pray it doesn't get me hit by a bus.

I don't know what this year is going to bring, but I pretty excited and freaked out by it at the same time.



Oh...yeah, the title is completely random, so don't even bother giving yourself a headache by trying to figure out what it has to do with anything I'm saying, save for this sentence.

In the immortal words of Arnold Swartzenegger(sp?) in Terminator: "I'll be back."