My sister Joan, who has an all-Phillies blog, casually accused me of having an "all-Vikings" blog... I looked back through my entries to date and found that my Vikings comments comprised maybe ten percent of my ramblings. That's not bad. And now no more Vikings til late summer.
My son Jon, who has no blogsite at all, gave me a book for Christmas called No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog. And you can't believe some of these suggestions. Let's see how desperate I get for ideas.
And, being in Minnesota, with no Vikings in the playoffs, the number one conversation-piece is usually the weather, which for conversation purposes has been very cooperative lately. Temperatures (not including wind-chill) when I got up yesterday morning: -14 degrees. Today -11 degrees. The kind of cold where your heart stops when you walk outdoors. Even walking to my office, which is only two blocks from home, can be a killer. This week has been so cold that I've actually had to wear gloves and a stocking-cap, the latter of which I resist doing because it means wrecked-hair for the rest of the day. One day it was so icy on that two-block walk that I slipped and landed flat on my back and cracked my head against the cobblestones. Luckily, I come from a family of very hard heads.
And, speaking of family, it was good to get back to New Jersey last weekend (where the temps actually were in the low-60s for part of the time) for my brother's wedding. It's always good to see family that I don't get to see nearly often enough, even though we had some mishaps with us almost becoming car-jackers and my brother-in-law buying A Roll. Besides the wedding stuff, we got to do the usual Jersey things I like doing -- going to Jim's Lunch in Millville for breakfast, visiting Ocean City and Atlantic City, eating cheesesteaks (which Minnesota sorely lacks) for lunch.
I know, I know... No one cares what I had for lunch.