We bulls wobble but we don’t fall down

My father has lovingly (?) referred to me as bull-headed my whole life. I prefer the term tenacious. (The link there between bull stuffed and bull headed, well, it’s just a littttle too close for me.)

Wasting time

I should be working.  I should be listening or writing….something.  I DO have quite the project to complete.  Yet, here I sit, staring at my computer screen wishing someone would come up and IM me.  sigh….

My OFFICIAL stance on family Christmas letters….

they are decidedly easier if you’re writing them for someone else.