Too Young, Too Talented

In spite of the trials of baby fat and steroids, I managed to check my email. Tonight I learned I lost a friend of mine. Bob Rainey passed today after a three year battle with colon cancer. He was only 46. Only 46. He still had plans for a family and all that life owed him.

Bob and I became friends back when we both worked in Nashville. His former agent had become my agent (Hello Alan.) The two reunited and Bob was hired at WCCO. There he has been a sports anchor and covered his beloved Vikings. Dare I mention the Bears to him?
Bob was the kind of guy you would want to set up with your friends. He was THAT kind of great. And for three years he has taken on his battle very quietly. I thought he was managing it well, or so I was told. But now I know otherwise. It breaks my heart. There is nothing more to say, except, well I don't know. Tonight I haven't the right words because there are none. To Bob, I love you and will miss you

What is THIS?

Here I am trying to keep my eyes open with a baby who has decided she in NOT a sleeper. There is simply too much to catch up on in her world;) I am also trying to figure out how I can ditch these maternity clothes (thank you steroids for all that you do) and get back to my old clothes which require my old body back. Hello? Are you in there?

Happy Fourth and Then Some

Our son John was finally old enough to really enjoy our Village's 4th. Every year Northfield puts on a kids' parade leading to the baseball park. There, they have cotton candy and ice cones. They have the hula hoop contests and sack races and hundreds of children. All the energy make me tired. It is VERY Norman Rockwell and so charming. John loved it all and took immediately to all the parade waving and whatnot. Where ever did he learn that?