How do I know it will snow? Because my highly anticipated new phone is coming via FedEx and is supposed to be here at 4:30. I had it shipped to my office, because it was supposed to arrive today. But it didn’t ship until this morning, so now it will be coming right when there is a 70% chance of the white stuff.

Joy.

So apparently it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’m not really sure what the deal is with that, because I’ve had a lot to write about. I guess I’ve just been stressed in too many directions and haven’t allowed my creativity to flow. I don’t write for my job, although I would have if I’d followed my college path (history, psychology, and an English minor thrown in for good measure), therefore while writing is something I enjoy, I have to shift mental tracks to do it. And sometimes when I am just planning out a post or two, Katie beats me to it.

So yeah. Since I wrote last, C stopped drinking milk boppies. We found out Katie is pregnant. We had Christmas. And Katie has been incredibly sick with “morning” sickness, to the point that I have had a lot of one-on-one time with the toddler, who clearly would rather spend time with mama instead of dad. I’ve been having a lot of fires in my fireplace, which makes me sleepy, and I tend to want to be in bed this time of year at nine.

And it’s almost my birthday. So there’s that. I’m desperately trying to convince my amazing, wonderful, supremely talented, totally awesome wife to get me the new and totally awesome Google Nexus One, not in stores until next week. I keep sending her pestering emails about every latest update.

So if you want me to write more, you should help me by pestering her, too. Just leave a comment or send her an email and tell her how much I deserve the cool new phone. I didn’t get coal in my stocking this year (thank goodness), so maybe there’s hope.

That was the third time this week I have picked up the phone to call someone right at the very second someone was calling me. In a business, that happens sometimes. You pick up the phone, hear no dial tone, and hope you think to answer so they won’t think you have an IQ of sixty.

So yeah, it happens sometimes, but three times in one week is a lot. And I’ve been here for 2 1/2 hours, and that was the very first phone call of the day.