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I've been very sucko at updating and keeping a journal of any kind in recent years. This general malase regarding the written word has extended into other areas as well.

Translation: I'm getting rusty! My verbal acrobatics are flipfolumping on the floor like a poor ol' gasping mackerel on the hardwood floor. So I want to say: TODAY I will begin the new journal adventure. Don't want to jinx it though, so I'll just write.

My birthday is just in a couple of days and I feel very old for a spry guy in my mid-thirties. I think it's mainly because I never exercise and my general stamina and physical well being need a bit more care. Haven't been to the doc for a check up in over 10 years. My health has been pretty good, really but some things have been slipping since I turned 30 several years ago.

I have a back molar of which a piece broke off last week - got to see the dentist after the baby...no pain, just a missing chunk of tooth.

My grandmother, affectionally known as "Mom-Moo" moved into a rehabilitation facility (AKA nursing home) yesterday. I'm going to visit her in bit.

For breakfast, I had Sugar Corn Pops.

Then I alphabetized the WALL OF CD's.

My dog (named Alfred Hitchcock) is whining, so I'm going to take him outside and play ball. After I've put on my Chucks.