"Paul Newman was tall."

Have you ever been listening to the radio, only to have the music and/or commercial suddenly cut out and go to dead air? It happens, it seems, especially often on KLOVE (not that I, er, listen to KLOVE). When it happens, I always feel a bit awkward and embarrassed for the station. Kinda like when you're at a party and the conversation is going along trippingly, and then someone who is not as funny as he/she thinks he is suddenly decides to share a funny anecdote, only to have it flop. My friends in college used to have this sort of shrug thing they did whenever that happened to someone. It was bad.

Anyway, whenever I encounter dead air, I cringe. Do I switch the station? Wait a minute for the programming to return? I never know what to do. I don't want to hurt the radio station's feelings, but I'm making fun of them in my head in the midst of my discomfort. They should be more professional than that...

Anyway, that's how I feel about my blog right now. It's kinda embarrassing. You know, you commit to starting a blog, and then your life better be darn well exciting enough to post on a regular basis - and actually entertain readers. But yeah, my life is just that boring. I got nothin'. It's a bit awkward. But not posting is better than posting mundane details of my life. I'm sure I'll have something to say, soon.

Speaking of mundane details, Abigail managed to get up on her hands and knees 5 times today. Crawling is not so far away... And David has a gig in Bolingbrook on the 12th. And today it's freezing outside, so it's 63 degrees in my house. Yup.

Paul Newman was tall.