The problem with not writing a blog post for 6 months is that there is too much to say.  So many blog worthy things have happened, I don't know where to start.  It's not quite overwhelming, but it is certainly not easy to begin again.  I have decided that I will make no effort to bring you up to speed with me.  You wouldn't find it interesting, anyway.  I had a beverage and a snack in town with a chum of mine yesterday, and I realized that I didn't have anything to talk about besides child rearing and my job.  Unless you are talking to a co-worker or a fellow parent, no one wants to hear that shit.  They may tell you that they do, but they are lying.  I'm not saying that they won't smile and nod as you regale them with tales of all the wondrous and rainbow coated details of your precious baby, but not so deep down inside, they don't really care.  So, I guess I need to find something else to talk about, or something else to think about.  Maybe I'll write a post about Mitt Romney's hair this weekend.  Everyone loves Mitt Romney's hair, don't they?

I just read my last post, and I see that I never posted a baby picture.  Boy, do I feel stupid.  Now I have to post a baby picture after my spiel about how nobody cares.  I'm conflicted, but I do love showing pictures of my baby, so here's a recent one.  Ruby is the one on the left.

If I have any interesting thoughts, I will share them with you.  Right now I must go to bed.  You can't stop me.