I have created a new family blog and will be posting on that site from now on.

http://rohrfam.com/
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Hope to see you over at rohrfam.com where we can continue this crazy little thing called blog.

crazy little thing called blog.

crazy little thing called blog.

From The Virginia Rohrs

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Happy birthday Alex.

You have what it takes to be a man son, and you are becoming an exceptional one.

Love, Dad.

I’ll take the Happy Girl at McDonald’s.

A little website header animation I made for a client.

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Apparently caffeine addiction is hereditary.

O Coffee, precious sweet nectar of morning.

I MUST HAVE YOU!

You are the sun and moon giver of energy and all that is good.

Oh, hi Dad, I was just holding this for you, really I was.

Please open it.

Now.

Every day it get’s more and more…..

I seem to be doing much waiting lately. Even though I am busy, very busy, I am still waiting.

Not sure if that even makes sense, or even possible, but it is how I feel and everyone knows feelings are reality.

sigh.

There is so much going on in my life I can hardly keep up with it and that irritates me. It irritates me because it is like the the last month of school before summer vacation. I can see what I want, it is just beyond my reach, and between me and it is a never ending procession of tests and finals and meetings and clutter.

The worst part is, I can’t just climb over the pile.

I have to attend to each end every item, no matter how insignificant, and put it in its place.

It ’s just so much work.

Mundane drudgery that just seems so endless compared to the gleaming prize at the end of road.

So I wait and I plan and pick up and put down and slide and topple and kick and repair and rest and begin again.

I am gaining ground, sluggishly slow most days, but gaining ground.

The funny thing? The weird part? The most ridiculous thing?

I have no idea where I am going.

I can see it, it has no form, no definition, no clarity, it just sits there out ahead.

Calling, beckoning, alluring, pulling.

Quietly asking the question but secretly shielding the answer until curiosity compels me to move.

Move through the pile of stuff that needs tending.

Because good things come to those who wait.