Complaint department

It has come to my attention that my lack of updates is upsetting the general public, contributing to melting the polar ice caps, endangering the giant pandas and is an obstacle to finding a cure for diabetes. Ok, here is an update.

It is freezing here. The land is covered with a layer of ice on the top, then some snow in crystal form, then bottomed out with 4" of ice. It is not possible to shovel this stuff, it has to be chiseled. I am not loving New England at the moment...I want to go ride my bike; and not with studs.

Ian stumbled up on a hiding spot for gifts, almost ruining any mystery about a particular bearded resident of the northern hemisphere... I covere

d it up and don't believe he is any wiser. He could very well figure things out before Reagan, who marches along lock-step with us.

The pageant was Sunday for the kids. Reagan was a wiseman and Ian was a cow. Both did great and sang well making themselves very proud. I've got pics around here somewhere.

We got a new table and chairs for xmas. The one from my grandparents needs a good refinishing (read: Melon is way too lazy to tackle such a project) so up in the attic it goes until..well, until I am less lazy. The new one fits the room and my "style" much better. We are thrilled.

The pics here are from a couple of weeks back...

I've learned having a lightsaber (or "life saver" according to ian) fight can last hours and its something I don't get that board with. Ian is getting good at cutting my arms off. Everyone has a special talent. Mine is pairing food with the perfect Italian wine. Ok, no it is not. Maybe mine is just making up good stories. Well, maybe just making up stories...good is in the eye of the beholder.

Well that is all I've got now. Hope it is warm where you are. I'd rather be in Puerto Rico today.

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todays survey

Since you all have done so well with the past two surveys I've taken ( another shirt slogan for Dad and do you get full eating salad or just bored ), here is another: If you eat, say, a bag full of fortune cookies - and I am not saying I have - do they all come true or just a first/last rule? Do they all negate if you eat more than one? Anyone? Bueller?

And now we are One!!!!

Who would have thought: you would keep reading after day 3? I would keep writing after day 2? (see http://robertwmason.blogspot.com/ for reference) that you would get anything out of this? that I would get anything out of this? that I would make 250 posts into this thing..? And "get" I did. Last month, I signed my first contract for a writing position (in my free time) with a Rhode Island magazine. I used many excerpts from my blog as samples and they dug it, enough to want to pay me. I am very excited about that. A big thank you to all of you that keep reading that misadventures of my family, friends and I. The journey thus far has been fun and giving you a bird-eye view into our lives is weirdly fun. At first it was like walking around naked, now I am a full fledged nudist; so to speak. In looking back over the first year, I live like a king. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of reflection to see how good you've got it. Usually this hits me on business trips and ...

How I'll probably die

My new thing has gotten me running, yes running, the past week without complaint and without watching the clock. Unfortunately, the high-risk fringe sport will probably have Ian find me at the end of the treadmill runway, twisted, with a guitar slung from my neck. What is it you ask? Some kind of Mariachi Marathon? Close. Running while playing Guitar Hero is the greatest thing since running with my buddy Jeff. Come to think of it, that really was just running with someone calling you, "fatty" the whole time, but I digress. Running while jamming on guitar trying desperately to keep up with great hits like "American Women" and the surprisingly fitting, "Band on the run". See what I did there? Anyhow, it is freaking amazing. No longer are my eyes glued to the maddening clock. No longer am looking at data (which I seem to hate when it is counting my exercise), I am playing a game. I am a Rock God when I run. Now, I know what you are thinking. Being a...

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