It is sad to be a writer with nothing to say to the world.
Hey World! It's me! I've nothing to tell you!

Jakob learning to be a techie. 

I love this picture of Jakob, but he can't stop moving! He's almost 4, what do I expect? 

Look! Do you know what you're looking at?? WILD horses! With a baby! Outside Virginia City, NV. 

He's so not touchy-feely.  

So I was just strolling down the street the other day... 

My roommate of two years, Andy, went and got herself hitched! (David, if you ever hurt her...) No, don't worry. We like David a lot. 

Auntie Katie is SOOOO funny. 

The newest man in my life, Caleb James Nordhagen. 

Mother and child 

My nephew Andrew. One photogenic child. 

Can I help you? 

Dey's buddies. 

My life is rosey... 

This is Fitzwilliam. I adopted him from the street. Isn't he handsome? 

Happy Birthday to my one and only dear Jessity-Jess-Jess! I love you!

Renoir and other people's blogs.

Is this the most boring blog ever?
Do you have headaches every day?
I do.

However, I will say this one (semi)-interesting thing. Today I went to the MAC (the northwest museum of arts and culture: the eastern Washington historical society) and saw some very interesting things. Like a picture of The Y in north Spokane when it was just that: a Y in the road. Also, I looked at an impressionist gallery and am now enchanted by Renoir.
That's all.

The other interesting things I could say really belong in other people's blogs. Like I have a new cousin. And a sheep died, along with her two unborn lambs because she should have had a c-section yesterday. And my sister keeps wearing my nice Eddie-Bauer white down vest over her goat blood and placenta-smeared clothes, even though I bought her a vest of her very own.
See? Other people's blogs. You should tell them to blog those things.