I think I figured it out

I've come to the conclusion that the main reason I haven't blogged much in the last six weeks is that my sense of humor is gone, perhaps on vacation. Apparently my sense of humor left a Post-It note on the door when it left (right before the wedding) but the glue wasn't tacky enough and the "Adios" note fell down leaving me clueless as to my humor's absence. Once I realized that it was gone the other day, I also realized that I have no idea where it went, or when it's coming back. That's mildly irritating.

Because of my missing sense of humor, I'm having a hard time finding the simple humor, sarcasm, wit, and giggle-worthiness that I usually find in any given day. I want to write something, but everything that comes to mind is dour and gray. I don't like reading gloomy blogs, so I don't want to be responsible for creating them. But the end result is that I'm having a tough time enjoying and conveying via blog the absurdity and ridiculousness that surrounds me every day.

So I'm actively looking for my sense of humor. I've left a few voicemails with my integrity and work ethic. Haven't heard back yet. Not promising signs for either one. I've considered going with an external force. I may have to call on the Royal Canadian Mounted Police because, let's face it, I love the Mounties. (And it sounds much, much cooler than the Hennepin County Sheriff's Office.) So join me in singing "O, Canada" and hoping for a quick return from my sense of humor.

It had better come back with a tan and a helluva story.

I haven't fallen off the planet

I just haven't had the chance to sit down and write something. I'm finally getting to looking at photos of the wedding. Hopefully I'll have more as we go along. Speaking of photos, if you attended my wedding and took any photos, I'd love to have a copy. Shoot me an e-mail and let me know.

In the meantime, I present Mr. and Mrs. Kotschwar:

A quick note

Grandpa's obituary ran in the StarTribune today. Feel free to check it out if you'd like a quick bio of him.

Hopefully I'll find some time to write about the wedding soon. Heidi's blogged about it, but I haven't. And I'm the bride! Shame on me. I should be adding some photos at some point here as well . . .

As one life begins . . .

. . . another one ends.

Grandpa passed away yesterday morning. He was 89.

I've got a lot in my head right now that I can't really organize and put into words yet.

This has been the busiest, most chaotic, happiest, saddest, anxiety-ridden, joyful, celebratory, and STRESSFUL four weeks of my life. Hazel's health issues, Lincoln's birth, Grandpa's heart attack, the wedding, Sarah's health issues, Grandpa's death -- it's all a lot to take in at once.

I loved my Grandpa. A lot. I'm going to miss him. This morning the world seems a little out of balance without him.