A Happy Birthday to my baby daughter who actually is no longer a baby at all. She's 18-years old today. But in case she reads this, I'm still the dad. No boys. No drinkin'. No smokin'. And your gift won't be there until Thursday. Payday synchronization thing. These are two of my favorite pictures of you:
1.) You, in my dorm-like, messy bedroom
2.) A much younger you and I together in front of grandma's house back home in Des Moines for what seems like many lifetimes ago. Wow, how time flies.
I've spent way too much time blogging, checkin out other peoples blogs, blog rolling, enhancing my blog, and reveling in blogger comments. I need a break. Better yet, a ban. Not from writing, just from blogging. I wrote nine pages over the last eight days, two of those pages were my book manuscript. So until I finish at least eight pages of manuscript, I'm banning myself from blogging. Unless something crazy happens. And in the case of my life...