Fingers...Cramping...

Ever type too much, and then your fingers hurt? Me too, (unless you said no, then I feel quite awkward right now...)

Once again The Paper isn't showing up. I think it's ditching me. One would have to have a pathetic life to be ditched by a paper. Anyway, I thought I would share more about me.

I have a mom, dad, and one brother. (I could get into more stuff about him, but I won't. But I will say that he is definitely one of my heroes.)

Now that I think about it, I have a real boring life and writing it all down for you to read would be very boring for the both of us. But, I guess I could run over some of the more general stuff with you. I promise to spice it up with some pizazz!

I was born in beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii (yes, really!) and moved all over the country from there. (Yes, really!) From Virgina (and the Pentagon) to Alaska, to dusty Colorado, twice. Moving stinks. Bad. Imagine a skunk and something else smelly getting together and having a baby. That baby eats a pine cone and makes an awful smell. That is the stink of moving. This brings me into my next category. Randomness. Something some of you, and everyone whose met me has picked up on. I enjoy being random. Almost as much as I like arguing. (Don't worry, I use my powers for good.)

Now, it's ten o'clock, and I'm tired.

To be continued...

MD