THERE WAS GOING TO BE A DRUM ROLL.

Sunday morning, very early morning. I have been up since three. One of those nights again, where sleep would not stay with me. I would like to go out and sit in the yard but will wait at least till the sky lightens up a little. "I" was up with me awhile, but filled her little belly and has went back to sleep. So only myself and the computer are up. I sipping tea and the computer making its steady sounds. We are friends the computer and I. Especially in the night. When everyone else is quiet, she sits with me. Her friendly lights letting me know I am not alone.

This was the day for the drum roll. I was going to tell of Brett and Bradley's awards. There was suppose to be pictures. There is no pictures yet. So I will wait a couple oif days to post about them. But I am very proud of both boys . Brett you are awesome but then so is Bradley.

So what should I write about today. As I said I intended to write about Brett and Bradley. Oh yes, Jer has finished his semester at college. He is a senior now. He finished the year with A's and B's. Very good for the tough classes he takes. I have written before how proud I am of Jer. My hats off to you son for all your hard work.

So here I am a empty Blog today. I seek for witty words but I must have left them back in bed, asleep beside the Emperor. The Emperor never seems to be at a loss for words. But then the ones that tumble helter skelter from my mouth never seems to have a loss either. Its connecting them from head to fingers that somehow they seem to get lost in the translation.

Words have always seemed important to me. Though I know sometimes I say too many. My brain is always on go, weaving words in my mind. I have always wanted to be an artist. The one thing that always held me back is that I can't even draw a stick person. I always wanted to paint a picture with words. I think the words but drawing them onto paper, the written word is not always easy. Someone writing should be able to make you see what they are saying. Paint the picture as surely as they have a brush in their hand. I see the words, I feel the words but not always able to draw them.

This is where I sit this morning, my paint brush empty. No magical words appearing as I sit here. I would truly like to blame my daughter because there was no pictures of the boys getting the awards, to paint a Blog around. But in truth I must take the blame. I may go over and crawl into the big chair that sits in here. Close my eyes and just not worry about words or rather the lack of them. I will amble out of Blogland and close my eyes. See you later, but for now I'm outta here.