I have no idea what to write about. Usually I have something to say when I start writing a blog. Today, nothing. A blank. I am tired of bitching about life, or traffic, or work or anything like that. I don't want to talk about how we have all been sick lately, and Frostys from Wendys are the only thing that do not make me sick. I have not read great books to tell you about, other than Jarhead, but I doubt many will want to read it unless you are a military buff, or a Jarhead.

I am sure you are all tired of hearing how great my son is, or how I think being a parent is one of the greatest and scariest things ever encountered.

I have not bought a cd in so long, I cannot honestly say something is great. I don't buy DVDs anymore because Netflix covers anything I want to see.

I don't want to bring up the fact that I miss going to dinner in restaurants that do not have kiddie menus and crayons, and how I miss going to movies in theatres. I don't want to appear to bitch about the fact that by the time we see something on DVD, the ending has been ruined a thousand times over by people that forget we cannot get out to see them.

So I guess I have nothing to write about today. Nada. Zilch. Zero. I just cannot come up with anything interesting or funny to say, anything to share. I guess I need to see what the day holds, and perhaps something will happen that will make me want to say "Golly, my Blog reader will love this!" So until then, I will go back to my own little corner, of my own little world.