How can I begin to think of myself as a writer when I do not actually write anything.

My baby turned 15 today.  He towers over me.  And now that we are into the dreaded teen years nothing bad has happened. In fact, he continues to be the same sweet son he has always been.  Though is 5'8 and 150 pounds he is still my little baby running around in blue jean Osh Kosh Overalls.   Shit, where does the time go?  It is hard not to feel a little sad.  So bitter-sweet.

I think it is time I seriously start taking my weight into consideration.  I am getting far too fat.  Maybe go back on sparkpeople and start using the rebounder.  OK, off to surf.