I love my nephew!  Evan's such a little cutie.  Especially since he's started smiling and laughing.  He's always gurgling and cooing... and drooling.  He's still pretty tiny, but he's getting big fast and he's already so strong for his size.  I can't wait until he gets big enough for me to play with him... and teach him the glories of hand to hand combat!  :D

Hmmm... what should I blog about?  Once again, it's been a looong time since I've touched this blog.  I'm surprised it's still around and hasn't been deleted due to neglect.  I suppose I could start ranting and raving about society's ills and how they drive me to the brink of insanity.  Perhaps I should go into detail about the #%^$head cabbie who cut me off abruptly last night on my way to my brother's house.  Alas, these stories, while entertaining to some, would seem inappropriate as a first blog entry after so long a time of inactivity. 

Here's a good topic.  GAME.  I was hanging out with my good friends Frances and Jenny the other night and the topic came up... well sort of.  We were discussing the whole dating game. We came to the conclusion that I am odd...  Somehow I never really have to "try" to get dates... they just happen.  How?  I've never really known how nor have I questioned as to why.  Even on my own scaling system, I'm a very average fellow.  Probably somewhere around 5-6.  I'd never expect anyone to consider me handsome or attractive.  And yet, somehow I get asked out.  Maybe it's my personality or some sort of charm... but frankly, I think my personality sort of sucks and I have about as much charm as a grinning wolf.  So they came to an interesting conclusion... I am an oxymoron... Fran said minus the "oxy"... ha... ha.... haaaa.... u sooo funny Fran...

Life is a lot like riding a bicycle.  You get on and you start off slow.  Sometimes you need training wheels to support you at first.  You stay clear of the big busy streets and stick to the familiar block you live on and don't wander off.  often times you have someone there watching you and guiding... maybe even ready to catch you when you fall.  notices that's WHEN you fall and not "if" you fall. 

As you progress and get comfortable with your own way of riding, your balance and rhythm, you begin to build your confidence.  You're ready to venture out alone, without those training wheels.  Without that person to stand at your side and holding you steady.  You take those first few tentative yards in stride and go at your own pace and go beyond the familiar borders of your comfort zone.All seems to going well and then BAM!  You're on your prat. 

It stings and and your eyes well up with tears as you realize you've stumbled and you quickly glance around to find someone to blame.  But there's no one else to blame but yourself.  You pick yourself up, dust off and look at that bike and wonder if riding a bike is really all that important.  getting on that bike is the reason why you were on the ground, battered and bleeding just a moment ago.  Is it really all that great outside the old familiar block?  Wouldn't it be easier to just stay where it's safe?  getting back on that bike wil just invite more pain.  is it really all that necessary?  Haven't youa lready suffered enough?  how many more times do you have to go through that before you'll be good enough to not have to worry about falling off? 

I think I've fallen off my bike and it hurts. 

I've always gone with my instincts.  You know what I've learned in 28 years?  My isntincts have shit for brains!