Early am photo

Happy friday!!! It sure seems to be getting brighter out a bit earlier, and I for one love it. I can feel spring in the air. I am pretty sure we are supposed to hit 40 degrees this weekend so hopefully some of this snow will melt.

Most of you know that I am in sales and have been in sales most of my life. As of right now I have zero sales for the month of Jan. Whooooa that sucks big time. Ok, so I am pretty new at the company, yet I figured I would get a sale per month. Ouch.

Another traffic observance: I drive alone. I have a small car. Why the hell do all of these people have these hugh suvs? Oh wait wifey has an suv.

Just a quick update on my niece. She is doing wonderful! I still can't believe that she was born 3 months early at 1 pound. My bro has nicknamed her Izzy. Right now she is a hair over two and a half pounds and they say she might be able to come home late Feb or early March. It is a friggin miracle. I wish I could go see her more, yet during the week if I go to the hospital than I literally would only see the beans for an hour or so in the am, and that would break my heart too often. That leaves the weekends, and if wifey, beans or I have a hint of a sniffle or cold or even a hint of a hint we stay the heck away. I say a few prayers a day for her, and deep down know she is being taken care of wonderfully.

That's that happy friday.
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Lost in time!

I am a day behind, but blogging the night before. Ya, got me? I am a crazy cat if you haven't figured that out yet. I was a morning blogger, as in on my way to work, now I am a night blogger as in on my way home from work. Hence, this picture is from yesterday morning ( I post in the am), shazam.

Now I have some more time to read fabulous blogs. Let's face it, its addicting. If you could all leave a comment with your favorite blog that you read I would be thankful.

I am gonna tell you a secret: shhhh

Wifey and I do tae bo. Late at night when the beans goes to sleep. We put the tape in the vcr *gasp* and we work it out with billy. Its pretty low impact which I need with the bad knees, and great exercise. My point is, I am not to be messed with billy has taught me all the kick boxing I need to know. I hate to say it, yet pretty soon we will be sweating to the oldies. Maybe when billy gets old we can switch was back to richard simmons.

I have way too much pent up energy to focus on one topic after work. I sit all day in my cube and talk about the same shit all day long. Now when I leave my thoughts are a mess. Might have something to do with the free redbull, that shit is like crack. Not that I know what crack is like, just saying that's all. A funny redbull story. My buddy was in vegas for a few days and was rushed to the hospital because he was having heart murmurs. When he got home and I asked him about vegas he told me the story and I asked how he is feeling. He said pretty good, yet that is the last time he will drink redbull and vodka for 3 days straight without sleep. Nothing like letting those uppers and downers fight it out in your system.

Thur am and traffic sucks, and so does the music now a days. Although the new staind cd is pretty good. I really dig aaron lewis's voice.
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Worried

I know that you guys worry about me and my blogging style. From the car sitting in traffic. Tonight (last night) on my way home I hit a good deal of traffic and those pesky red lights on the backs of cars. I guess it is due to this storm coming tonight, everyone has to get their milk and eggs. So I have blogging time. Just to show you how safe I am I snapped this picture to show the distance between my car and the car in front of me when I snap photos. I haven't done this much lately, yet will pick it up again. Safe and sound. I really do need to upgrade my phone though, so I have more blogging power. Does anyone know how I can update my layout and not lose my analytics? Sorry for the choppy post, yet my brain is going faster than my thumbs are pushing the little buttons on this qwerty (see my first post ever) keyboard. (See if I had a better phone I could have made that a link). I noticed I have 5 followers now, very very exciting! I will have to actually log onto a computer to see that 5th person, and send them a thank you e mail. Oh yeah, and this storm is gonna be about 3 inches of snow, really no big deal, yet I hope wifey has off from school and can stay home and play with the beans. She will go bonkers if it snows and just yell FLOP FLOP FLOP until we bundle her up and she can fall down in the snow. She calls this flopping and loves it almost as much as the slide at any park.

On a side note: Iit drives me nuts when I see vars parked with their windshield wipers up. You still have to clean them off!

The drive to work today is fun! Snow and ice make everything nice. At least wifey got the day off from school.

I am really attempting to like the taylor swift cd, it is just not happening. Sophmore jinx I guess.

How come we don't all drive landspeeders (yes as in star wars) by now? Or hovercrafts?

How come only young kids and old people like mcdonalds - guess the little ones go for the clowns and the old ones go for the cheap coffee and the clowns.

Happy hump day!
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Totally Awkward Tuesday

one again,  Tova at The fabulous life of Tova Darling started all of this... 

And  we are off...

When I was a little tike, very little, well sorta little.  I would have to say early grade school.  Young enough to have a friend who was my age, and she was a she.  my parents were great friends with her parents, hence we hung out a lot.  She and I were the same age and lets say curious about each other, as in the differences between young girls and young boys.  One year my grade school teachers decided to strike and I had lots of time off from school, actually we both had time off from school.  Her mommy didn't work so I spent a lot of time at her house, and sometimes she stayed at my house.  We always had babysitters around and big brothers and big sisters and parents, yet we had a little private time.   I just remember being a little curious boy and little curious girl together all the time.  Some would call it ' playing doctor ' or whatever it is that kids do.  Fast forward about 14 or 16 years our parents drifted apart, and so did we.  My mom and I were walking into a very big well known pet store in the Philly area and who do we bump in to on their way out?  Her and her mom!  She was all grown up, and smokin hot!  Here I am a way too cool for himself teenager, and I of course was a very smooth young man.  Upon seeing her and all of her grown up beauty and development, I couldn't even form words to say anything.  I said nothing.  I awkwardly mumbled something that was incoherent, and looked at the floor for a bit.  All that I could think about was wow, I played doctor with her.  Once they left, I asked my mom if I said anything cool.  She promptly said no, and we were on our way.

Hmmmm

Learning who I am. Another blogger mentioned that I really don't open up much on my blog. That I really don't get into much about myself, personally (and I certainly paraphrase here). I have been thinking about this all weekend, and come to a conclusion that she is absolutely correct. I am somewhat censored here, I guess that after 100 or so posts I haven't figured out what blog I want to write. When in fact I have to just write. My work is anti blog. I am in sales and we sell somewhat sensative material and sometimes I know things that are very important. I don't really get it, as those things are not important to me nor anyone I know. But hey, when blogging about work is terms for being let go. Then I won't blog about work. I have a lot of other things to say about my self, my life, and all of the jumbled up thoughts in my head. I could even bust out some old high scholl poetry that was always good to use to get laid (I was gonna leave that out). This is why the blogoshpere is so cool. You have friends. You might not really know them face to face or even their real names, yet you certainly have bonds with these people. From here on out I am going to attempt to get a bit more real. Get a little more PJ on you. I think I might actually have to use my computer a bit more at home, yet that is very doable. Blogging with just my thumbs while in traffic is a bit limiting.

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When its cold...

The best thing to do is hit the mall! Well sort of. Mommy had to go out tonight, and having learned his lesson from last week daddy decided to pull a distraction technique. Check a few things out at the mall, go to the pet store to see the puppies and bunnies. Grab a smoothie, a special treat, and also take a quick look at some treadmills and wii games. We stayed out a bit late and even bumped into some friends. We got home hit the potty read a lot of books and then went to bed. Actually, went to bed so smooth that it kind of freaked me out. I put the beans in her crib, blanket tucked, and she said mommy once, daddy once and was out cold. Holy schnickies. I walked out of her room, took two steps and turned around, went back in and woke her up. That's what parents do. We get nervous, luckily she feel back asleep quickly.

Running a bit late to work this am, hence I am sitting in more traffic than usual. Which means more time to blog! On my way to work I see two gas stations that are out of business. How the heck does that happen? Everyone needs gas, everyone. And people drive all over the place to get it cheaper than somewhere else. I know location, location, location. How hard is it to drop your price a bit and sell more. Bad suppliers and bad buyers I guess. And these places are pretty good locations.
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Bif day in the USA

I certainly would love to write something very profound and astute about my new president. Yet I just can't get the words out. Maybe I am not educated enought to put the correct words in the correct places. Maybe I just can't get my thoughts together enough. All I know is that I watched hin today and listened to his speach and a tear came to my eye. I believe. We are moving in a new direction we needed change and iit is here.

I sat and watched the pride his children and wife showed on their faces. I felt the pride myself. Proud of our country and proud for him and his family. Now the hard work starts to turn this ship around.

I began to think to myself that I wonder if my family will ever feel that kind of pride for me. My only conclusion was that I will never be president, yet it sure does not take great accomplishments to feel pride. Being a good man day to day, a good husband, a good friend, a good family member - and a good member of society makes me proud. It was a good day for America. Now we have to string together 4 years of great days and who knows what after that.
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Awkward again!!!

Another installment of totally awkward Tuesdays.... thank again to Tova @ The Secret Life of Tova Darling, go over there and check out all the awkwardness..

We are going to go back a long way here so bear with me.  We are going all the way back to first kiss land.  Her name was Sara ( yes I made that up).  Sara  was a bit older than me, about a year or year and a half.  My brother was dating her older sister, which made things convenient as we would just take the buss for our visits.  He with his real girlfriend and me with my first girlfriend.  My first girlfriend whom I have never kissed.   This particular day we were in the basement of her dads house and she handed me a note that read - Do you know how to kiss or what - holy smokes, my heart jumped a few beats and just kept going faster and faster.  Now I had no clue what the heck I was doing.  This is obvious seeing as though she had to hand me a note asking if I knew how to kiss.  I took this as I had already waited too long.  At the point of me reading the note and saying something really cool like - um, yeah, um , yeah, yeah, yeah, of course um, I know how to kiss and stuff, um -  her dad walks down the stairs and saves me.  We go upstairs, and meander around until it is time for big brother and I to head home.  After the girls decide to head back on the bus with us to stay at a friends house, we all pack up and head to the bus.  I have somehow made it all this way avoiding the topic of kissing.  I knew that this is something that I want to happen, I probably need to happen and is in fact going to happen.   As we approach the drop off point...  I spin her around by grabbing one arm and planting one on her.  I remember it as being pretty darn smooth and GQish, I even think that I puckered and used just the right amount of tongue.  Extraordinary!   And then, I hear my brother shouting, 

Holy shit my brother is making out with Sara, making out he is making out and I never knew he knew how to kiss.   Not only was it my first kiss, yet I had my brother yelling about it while I was wrapping up.  good gosh.

Sunday is the fun day.

2:12 pm mommom is over and playing with the beans, big D is sleeping on the sofa. Eagles game starts is 45 minutes and I am very excited. Figured I would have a beer to calm my nerves a bit. Wifey has the chicken chilli brewing. BANG just doesn't get much better. Just got the call from my dad who is coming over for the game. He is grabbing me a french vanilla capucino from wawa. This is it.

2:27pm Sorry for the play by play today. It's all I got though. And great news. The blackberry storm will be available this summer on t-mobile. Do you think wifey would like one?

3:03pm National Anthem, is done. I am a nervous wreck. Paw, as per beans. Granpa. Just got here, peach iced tea is ready, capucino by my side, same seats and some buffalo chix dip. Booyah!

3:25pm. Stress level pretty high. Eagles 3 cards 7.

7:13pm fast forward a few hours. I couldn't blog and watch the game. Eagles lost. Not good, yet I am over it already.

Happy Monday. It is a National Holiday here in the States, yet I am going to work and I also heard the trash trucks this morning. Martin Luther king day. I am pretty sure national holiday means that everyone should have off to honor MLk as the great man and leader he was, yet I think that idea was somehow lost on capitalist USA. National holidays are actually few and far between. Maybe if we all had more time to celebrate the days, we would all be much more productive at work. I also guess that with this shitty a@# economy we should be lucky to have jobs and be earning an income. Bitter sweet my friends. Happy MLK day!
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Cold Much

What the ba-geez is going on out here today. First off TGIF. I know that Philly is not the coldest place on earth, yet I am pretty sure this is the coldest that I have ever felt. This type of cold is all around you. Its not just a wind chill cold, just cold cold. This should be no school, no work, no going outside cold.

As most of you know I blog on my way to work on my phone. Only at stop lights and traffic stops. Anywho, the person in the van behind me has a doctors mask on which strikes me as odd. What's the weirdest thing you have seen while waiting in traffic?

Don't have much today, all I can think is man its cold outside. I should be home with the beans, and wifey cuddled under a blanket with some hot cocoa. As if the beans would sit still under a blanket. Have a great weekend, stay warm.
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Fly Eagles Fly

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Rough Wed night

From time to time wifey has to go out at night and big daddy (me, ha ha) gets to put the beans to bed. I no longer have beans and daddy day Wed, so the transition for me has been a little rough. No secret that I am fourth on the list, mommy, nana, pop pop then me. I am ok with this most of the time as I know the rationality that I am around the least. Nana and pop pop are with her all day, and let's face it mommy is and always be mommy and no one can compete with that, I have an hour or so in the am, and an hour or so at night. Tonight was my night to put the beans to bed. Read the books, sing the songs, all me. It started very rough as the beans pretty much lost it when mommy left, it took a bit to settle her down and get into some books. We read and sang, sad our prayers and I put her in her crib.
Then it got really hard to walk out of the room. Usually a drop and run works really well, she cries for a minute and right to sleep. Tonight she said, ' daddy ' yes beans. ' Daddy' I am still here beans, do you want your blanket. ' Yeah' ok beans. ' Daddy ' yeah beans. ' Baby ' you have the baby with you already. ' Yeah ' ' daddy ', beanie ' daddy ' I am still here, do you want me to stay till you fall asleep ' yeah ' ok beans I will stay. ' Daddy ' I love you beans. ' Yeah '. That is enough to melt your heart. I stayed in her room and rubbed her hand, played with her hair. Her eyes half open half closed and every now and then saying ' daddy ' to make sure I haven't left. Sleep tight beans!
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IT'S WEDNESDAY

Its also 5:30am and we are only 5 deep in my bed!! Wifey, the two kitties, mighty apollo and myself. Beans slept the entire night in her crib! I know, I know. I hear you loud and clear she should be sleeping through the night at 19 months. Well, let me tell you. She has been having bad dreams ( I have heard them called night terrors, but that scares the jumping jack flash out of me). It is the most heartbreaking noise I have ever heard when I hear the beans saying no, no, no, noooo in her sleep. So yes, mommy and daddy have been pulling her into our room to sleep in the big bed where she dominates. She runs that bad boy and sleeps how she chooses and certainly the animals do the same. That means mommy and daddy have the outside edges all to themselves. We certainly know this is a very bad habit to start / be in, yet these bad dreams make me stay up at night. If you are a parent you certainly know that almost as scary as hearing your child say no no no in her sleep is to not hear anything at all. Wifey and I woke up this morning to her alarm going off, very unusual. We both rolled over to each other and said have you heard her? Should we go check? What the H E double hockey sticks is going on? After a minute or two we heard her rustle a bit. SHAZAM a lang a ding dong. What a glorious night. Then wifey tells me that she took the mighty out in the middle of the night (my job mostly if he wakes up) and that I didn't budge an inch. BANG! Big daddy slept the entire night. Glorious!
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Awkward, really really awkward

Totally awkward Tuesday yet again, check out Tova @ secret life of Tova darling for the rest of the awkwardness.

I am just going to spill out the truth here.  I have a hyper mobile left nut ( yes that is the technical term).   I didn't know this until on day I had a little bit of an experience, to be told later, that led me to get some things tested out.  The word torsion might not mean much to you, yet to the male generation it is basically a kiss of death.  The way to get this checked out is to have an ultra sound on your testies.  Ultra sound day came around and I went to the hospital to get it done.  At this point I had been to a few doctors and seen a few assistants, nurses, my family doctor, specialists, you name it and they have seen my junk at this point.  I have no dignity left, or I am just plain old comfortable with these people checking me out.  So, at the hospital in the ultra sound room I figure that hey, just one more professional person checking out the goods no big deal.  I walk in the room, and here comes the tech, who asks if I mind if the trainee handles this ultra sound.  The tech is maybe 22 and just out of college and the trainee couldn't have been but 20ish.  Of course the tech has to give a play by play to the trainee as to what she is supposed to do.  She put the jelly where it had to go and started the test, yet if that ain't awkward than I don't know what is...

Some Questions Answered

I got these questions from Emma @ ...Because I like waffles and blether....  Very good read, so get over there and get reading.  Also,  if you want some questions from me just leave a note with your e mail in the comments section and I will hook it up.  HERE GOES...

1) Have you ever made a decision in your life that, with hindsight, you wish you made differently?

This one is pretty easy.  I can pretty much chalk up my 5 years of college as something I would like to do differently.  I was a drunken mess.  Well, for 3 years at least.  I still managed to get good grades, yet I am certainly not proud of some of the things that went on at good old PSU.  Not only would I have not drank as much, yet maybe I would have studied a bit more.  Maybe even picked a career path.  I am very happy where I am right now, yet I can't help but to think how things would have been different if I wasn't such a big jackass.  I know this answer might come as a bit broad, but I certainly would have lived my life a bit different back then knowing what I know now.

2)If you had a magical power that allowed you to change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I am rather time centric.  I won't go as far as saying OCD.  I just need to know what time everything is going to happen.  So, you are going to stop by at 4pm.   Thats great, but I just need more info, what time are you leaving?  How long do you think it will take to get here?  Are you planning on stopping anywhere?  I am pretty funny with it.  My parents said that when I was a youngster that I would never ask, are we there yet?  I would also ask what time are we going to get there?  And then I would just continue to ask what time it was every 5 minutes.  On top of that if we are late, you can forget about it.  I am at least 15 minutes early for everything.  Wifey is not so happy with my time issues from time to time.

3) Describe your perfect three course meal (by the way Emma, not a question).

Lets start with a banging salad.  All mixed greens, all colored peppers, celery, red onions, black olives the works.  Now the important thing is the salad has to be in a glass bowl to show the presentation of the colors in the salad.  

Main course would have to be a new york strip stake made to perfection by yours truly in my backyard on the grill.  I have taken years to perfect this steak, and the marinate.  Of course I will be having red wine as I grill the steak, and while I eat it.  My dinner table will be my back porch.  

Dessert would be hot apple pie.  DONE.

4)Has blogging taught you anything about yourself you didn't already know?

I have thought about this one for a day and a half now.  What it has taught me is that a lot of people out there have a lot of great things to say.  I always thought that I had some good ideas of things to write down, and never really thought about sharing it with anyone.  I read a few blogs and thought why not.  At that point I had a lot of spare time, at work, and now I have to squeeze bloggin in on my way to work.  I don't sit at the computer much to blog unless I have to make some links.  I think that I am very humbled by blogging.  I read what some bloggers have to say and think that my blog is coming up a bit weak.  Also, I think that blogging has brought me back to english 101.  A lot of bloggers are writing majors, and I don't think my techniques in writing are up to par.  I have also learned that more people are interested in what I have to say than I thought.

5) Do you have any unfulfilled ambitions?

I really don't think that I do.  I had some goals coming out of college that I was lucky enough to attain pretty quickly.  All of my ambitions now relate directly to my family.  I want to be a great father/husband/son/brother/brother in law/son in law/friend and person on a day to day basis.  I need to make X amount of money for my family to be comfortable, and right now I need to spend Y amount of time to make that money.  Hence, at some point I can hopefully use less Y to get more X.  I don't think I will stop being ambitious to gain more time.  I heard once that wealth is measured in time, how much free time do you have to do what YOU want.   

Thanks again Emma (go check it out),  these questions were very thought provoking and a great way to end the weekend.

Driving habits

This is kind of digusting so I am just going to put it right out there. I was driving home from work last night and started picking my nose. Seriously, you do it too, don't act like you don't. It is dry nose bogger time of year. Well, I got to thinking. What if I was rear ended while mid pick? I am assuming this could easily put a nice hole in my head or at least a little brain damage.
Not sure if I have let this little tidbit of knowledge out, yet wifey drives everywhere. Whenever we are together she drives. She says that she likes to drive and also hates when I drive. Rumor has it that I drive 45mph all the time. Well, 35 to 45, it doesn't matter if I am on the turnpike (very fast) or in a residential neighborhood, around corners, parking lots, snow, ice, or rain its always 35 to 45 and it drives wifey nuts. She even drove herself to the hospital when the beans was born. Its not like her water broke or she was in labor or anything. I drive once or twice per year when we go on long trips of 10 hours or more. That's it.

Happy friday!
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Easy come easy go

Back in the day...

I was that guy who spent and hour lifting weights.
That guy who would go out to dinner and a movie any night I wanted.
I would have a few beers, maybe even a shot or two.
I had two cars, one summer and one winter.
I would go to the islands for a week each summer, and vegas in the winter (for work, but still vegas).
I would wake up whenever I wanted, because I went to bed whenever I wanted.
I kept no actual food in my house just condiments.
I watched sports almost every night.
If my work clothes were dirty, I just went shopping.
I had hot meals with my mom and nana each sunday night.
I went out with the ' boys ' all the time.
I didn't drink coffee.
My only responsibilities were to work hard and make some coin, and take care of myself.

Now a days...

My curfew is about 7pm.
2 beers and I am drunk.
I have mommy and daddy food, beanie food, cat food, and dog food at the house.
I don't spend a dime without it being accounted for.
Working late is 6pm not 3am.
I get about 5 hours of sleep per night.
I haven't been to the gym in far too long.
My free time is non existant.
I talk about the potty all of the time.
I can change diapers, talk about pregnancy, sing bedtime songs, read books with gusto, and do a lot of sign language.


10 years certainly makes a big difference. Actually its been about 5 years for many of those differences. So next time you get asked where you will be in five years, give it some thought.

I have parked in the same spot since I started my new job. Same spot each day I have come in. Lately, a car has been parked in ' my ' spot. Must be that darn FBI messing with me.
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Facebook

Ok this facebook thing is getting a bit out of control. I got a friend request from my nana, the beans great grandmother. This either means that my nana is the coolest nana on the planet or I am just not up to date on what is out there. When nana gets a phone that's better than mine and starts blogging than I will know she is way cooler than I am. I still don't think she knows about file sharing, so I might be a little ahead still.

On a side note a few bean updates:

Wifey taught the beans my first name, great.
She also taught her the word hoe. It is actually pretty funny. Wifey says, buckets shovels rakes and the beans says HOES. A big mention must go out to uncle CL who taught my wife the saying. She also says, beans rocks the potty, or more to the point when you sing who rocks the potty she says beans. That precious tid bit was taught by aunt CA.

Other than that I really have nothing for the day. This rain and ice in Philly is not making my morning drive very fun or bloggable.
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Tuesday again....

Back to Tuesday and totally awkward Tuesdays.  Go to The Secret Life of Tova Darling to check out all of the awkwardness!!

The day was one of the best of my life.   MY wedding day, I tie the knot with my fiance and we become married, husband and wife.. yadda yadda yadda.   The day goes perfect, everything is wonderful, and we round out the day at a huge dinner.  Surely and event to remember.

- back ground- 

My wife and I were married in Jamaica at a fabulous resort and on Friday nights the resort has a banquet for all.  Ice sculptures, many different stations for edibles and a packed house.

Ok.  We have 22 friends and family who are with us and lets say 300 other people at the resort.  All having dinner and all know that my wife and I were married that afternoon.  The awkwardness starts when you realize that everyone at the party, everyone at the resort, i.e.  my mom, my nana, my in-laws, my brother, sister in law, brother in law, you get the drift.  Well, they all know that I am going to have sex that night.  Yes that night.  With each handshake and wink wink and nod of the head I knew that they knew that I knew that sex was happening that night.  I am pretty sure that everyone has sex on their wedding night, I am just not sure that everyone actually is conscious enough to realize that everyone knows.  Hence, not only do they know when you are leaving the party, yet they also know when you come to breakfast the next morning.  At the resort you can't get away, you see the same people at breakfast that you did the night before at the party.   With every hey, how was your night?  Hey, nice night?  Hey, great party, what did you guys do after?  Lets just say that I got the giggles which just made the awkwardness more awkward.  Good stuff.

Perspective

Nothing like a trip to the NICU (neonatal infant care unit) to put things give me som perspective. We all get caught up with our every day BS, myself included. I worry about and complain about scrapping ice on my windshield in the morning, daily BS that really means nothing comes to the forefront. I get confused about all of these thoughts racing around my brain and how the hell am I going to make all of these ideas work. I went to visit my niece on new years day and I stood in the midst of premie babies. I stood in silence for a brief second, said a quick prayer for all of them and all of us. I always hear the saying ' don't sweat the small stuff'. Much easier said than done my friends. I know that I need a jolt from time to time, a little reminder to say thank you for all that I have. I am rich beyond words when it comes to family and friends. It is a new year filled with opportunity, nothing but a clean slate in front of us.. Make it happen, be the person you want to be. I will try as well, yet I know I will need some reminders along the way.
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101 and counting

I guess that yesterday was my 100th blog post.  Today I thought I would throw it out there and say thanks to the guy that got me started.  I met this guy at work who was always on different websites and such.  Most sites were blocked out at the cubical place, so I was certainly confused how he could be reading the net so much.  Finally, our seats were changed (because it is very much like high school) and I found myself sitting in front of him.  Being my usual tactful self I said something smooth like, hey what the heck are you reading all day.  His reply and i paraphrase was, well I am reading blogs.  Hmmm, I say.  Blogs, huh.  (I am very eloquent).  Send me a few of those jawns so I can check em out.  From that day on, I started reading some blogs, some good, some not so good, some funny, some not so funny and some that are inspiring.  I read for awhile and then made a big decision to move to a different department at our work.  This new department was terrible and very slow, very very very very slow.. so I read and I read and I read.  I dug a bit deeper and found out that I can post from my trusty blackberry.. and I posted and posted and posted, here I am a new job, and 100 posts on this bloggy thing later.  I asked him a few times per week where his blog was and if I could read it, his reply was that he does not have a blog.  Lots of ideas and no blog.  Months later we have become better friends and even witty texting and e mail buddies, and now bloggy buddies... go check it out.  There's A Few Things I Haven't Told You.  Get over and read up.  Its still new, so you can get in on the ground floor.  

Scoobstein, thanks for getting me started, much appreciated.

Sidenote:  Actually posting from a computer is pretty kewl.  I can spell check and even tell the computer when to post.. wow.

oh and hey, happy new year.  Get on with 2009, and stick to those resolutions!