Oh Oh come take my hand. We're riding out tonight to case the promised land.

* Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen



First and foremost a big blog re-welcome to the one and only Rat. After months of being off the radar Ms Rat has decided to give blogging a try again. Welcome back!


Rat was one of the first blog friends I made and the closest one that I have come to meeting so far. There are some bloggers out there I consider more friends than bloggers. I've become a reluctant blogger of late not so much for content as sure laziness coupled with lack of time. I thought at first that I had nothing to blog about but I soon realized that stuff was happening, I just didn't want to talk about it on my blog. Case in point I'm currently recovering from surgery on some uterine fibroids. A year ago I would have counted down the surgery along with a blow-by-blow of my slow (and surprisingly painful) recovery on this blog. I'm not sure what changed.

There are still bloggers out there that I would love to meet as well as those who I just know that I will. Beks and her husband are moving to the US next week and I promised her some home cooking courtesy of my parents. Anyway despite my heavy upcoming travel schedule Beks and I will eventually have a date in Swedish heaven a.k.a. IKEA.

Summer is upon us. Work has been crazy-busy. The Boy is in summer camp and he's amazed that he gets to play sports and make crafts all day. The only thing I remember about summer is laying around and watching TV. Those were the good old days. My sister and I lived down the street from friends of ours (Ley and Nikki) and the biggest decision we ever had to make each morning were what we should have for lunch and which Duran Duran song should we play. The 4 of us picked out our future husbands from the band (I was gonna marry Roger,the drummer because he was my type; quiet and cute). Unfortunately no one wanted to marry Andy (always looked like he needed a shower) or Nick (wore more lipstick than the 4 of us combined). My sister and Nikki both wanted Simon Lebon and worked out some sort of timeshare to split their marriage. There we were without a care in world. Ah, the good old days.