I'm sitting at work for my last hour. It's quieted down, so I'm killing time. I hail from Minneapolis where it is balmy and snow-free. I miss the snow, but not the cold, so I'm a fairly happy camper.
I'm in the fifth decade of my life, have an 18 year old man-child who wants to be out of the house so badly, yet has no clue to what that really means, eh?
I live a drama-free life, love swimming, reading, dogs, cats, bunnies and the Green Bay Packers.
My journal is friends only, because so much else is not. I go in spurts as far as posting and reading, but I'd say I average at least once a week if not a bit more. I'm okay with friending and then feeling it's not a connection and leaving, you don't have to tell me why. All ages welcome.