Pop goes my heart.

I've been having technical problems logging on, writing posts, making comments for about 24 hours now. Very suspect.

I'm on a watch list somewhere I just know it.

Therefore, eight posts have flown through my brain and now I sit here, perfectly capable of blogging, with nothing but frustration to talk about.

My neighbor's son blew her snow onto the one door in the house that we use to lock things up. I suppose she is in her eighties and can do as she pleases, but I spent an hour making a scary little path through there, then more time redoing her driveway. There is now a little ledge several feet off the ground that makes me feel like I am on my way to throwing bling into Mt. Doom. That would make Nuschler Samwise. (There was a precious moment when I could just see one of his eyes peeking over the snowbank to watch me. So cute.)

My other neighbor's son blew the snowplow blockade from my driveway on Sunday after watching my sad attempt to work it over with a metal shovel. There really are some awesome twenty-somethings out there after all.

By the way, mark your calendar for June 24, when I will be preaching at church for the first time. I will look to you for a sermon subject (though I will most likely use a lyric for the title). I was thinking something about using science terms to talk about our church. What do you think?

Song: This is from Music & Lyrics, which I laughed my way through this weekend. This song in particular has been stuck in my head as it is totally 80's with a fantastic, equally 80's-esque video. Ah, those were the days...