Post Three

So here I am writing day 3 of the blog. Its late at night and I don't feel my normal chipper self. Perhaps this is because I eat stress for breakfast somedays. (I know exactly what that means but I'm not going to share the details in this forum.)

I was thinking about the blog today and came to the conclusion that I really don't want to be one of these people who starts a blog to talk about their life. I feel like I have alot I need to talk about in this jumbled brain of mine and that writing is the only medium in which I can release it. When I started the blog I was asked the question: "Whats the blog going to be about?" I had no answer. I thought, "I'll just write until the blog organically forms into an amalgmation of something spectacular." My goal is to keep a consistent dialougue in some regard, however looking at this post, I won't be achieving that anytime soon. So in the meantime you're going to have to bare my ramblings.

Today I was reminiscing about the rattlesnake in my backyard some months ago. My wife and I heard the hiss of a rattle and thought it was our crack neighbors turning on their sprinklers at 9:00 PM pacific coast time. Upon further inspection I saw that in fact it was a rattler!! I immediately pee'd my pants adn asked god why he didn't raise me in the desert where I would have surley learned how to skin and eat a rattlesnake at a young age? Once recieving no response as usual I called the Fire Department and explained the situation. Once they arrived the Firemen were helpful in beheading the creature. The bizarre part was that after beheading it one of them picked up the body of the snake and claimed it for sustenance. Ever since that time I just can't help but imagine the local Firemen living off a diet of rattlesnake meat and moonshine whiskey. But of course thats just how my brain works.

How about stories? If I work on my story telling my blog could be a masterpiece theater of sorts. Except rather than it being snottingly intellectal it could be medicore satire with a slight fringe of dissapointment. Like a C+ in English 101.

Till next time..

Post Two

So here I am committed to the promise of continuing the blog. Keeping mine and everyone else's lives busy with this literary banter.

Last night I was astounded by my son when I realized that as a human race we truly do know everything as children and slowly forget it as we age. Elliot (my son) was asking my wife and I about when we got married and me being the stark individual that I can be from time to time, chose to reply to his inquiry in a rather adult way. After all there's only so much Elmo and Disney speech I can handle before my brain converts to cellophane.  I said "Yes mommy and daddy got married but, marriage is a big decision and should never be a rushed process." Who ever thought I would be the one to give fatherly advice. This is where he completely floored me with his response: "It takes patience." Does anyone want to explain to me how a 2 year old kid knows this stuff? Obviously there is only one explanation, Don't vaccinate your kids..... Actually, no that's just stupid.

The answer is that we must know a lot before we grow up and somewhere between childhood and adulthood we lose track of it. Like the memory of a dream, what we know and what we are confident in slowly deteriorates. That is why in honor of my son Elliot's awesome revelation I will strive to find the median between adulthood and childhood. This kind of balance could lead me back to the sweet and tender bliss that came from Charleston Chews with 7up chasers on those sunny, carefree, Saturday afternoons. After cartoons of course.

Ciao!!