As my father would say, I have nothing brilliant to say. Nevertheless, it is about time I write something. I'll try my hardest to make sure it isn't at all depressing. I am glad that in life we grow up. I'm learning to give to and love others more. I am glad that forgiveness is not up to me. I always have a hard time forgiving myself. I'm walking around these days like a muppet round all over with a happy face. I am not sure if my health is part of the roundness or just the having given into the depression over the winter months. I made myself exercise and I stop eating junk and lost five pounds. I have hypothyroidism, and I often forget to take my medicine at the right time. If I don't take it early in the morning, I end up not taking it at all. It has to be taken in the presence of nothing else. On a brighter note, my boys still make me laugh and I still get my full quota of hugs. My work with kids(other kids) lets me act as silly as possible on a regular basis w