I bleed a lot.  At least I try to. There's always the urge, sometimes I can go months without, but I always come back to it.  As a matter of fact, at 5:15pm today, I'll be bleeding again. Of course, I'm referring to giving blood.  I started giving blood in high school, the Red Cross used to hold a blood drive at our school, in the gym, and anyone who wanted to could stop by.  wait...

I feel like I might owe some people, maybe a lot of people, an apology. I'm sorry. I have this bad habit of ending phone calls prematurely. I don't know if it's cultural, personal or biological. But, sometimes, when I am hanging up the phone, I can still here the voice on the other line saying, "Okay then, talk to you later, bye now, okay..." I did not hang up on you. I did not get fed up with talking to you. I do not mind using my daytime mobile minutes to share a conversation with you. I do...

It's that time of the year again. By that I mean it's winter.  And of course, it really started about a month ago.  I like to avoid thinking it's winter until we get a really good snow, and this past week and a half we finally got it.  I don't like winter. Don't get me wrong, I love playing in the snow with my almost 4 year old, I do enjoy all the Christmas season brings... but it seems that with the good, there's always some not-so-good... frustrating things...

Thanks to Gene, the neighborhood snow angel, the sidewalks on my block are clear and I'm able to get in and out of my driveway even after the plow goes by and dumps what I'm sure is the accumulated snow from several blocks. Sometimes I'm convinced the snowplow driver waits until I've already cleared a path just to make sure I'm out there again with shovel in hand. But that driver doesn't know I've got a secret weapon. It's Gene.