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January 26, 2008

Can't...Think...Of...Ideas...

Posting once a day is tough. Especially when you have no ideas.

So, for those looking in, I will say, have a great weekend!

I will also say Happy Birthday to my Bro-In-Law Keir, who celebrated his big day, and I could not be there to join in the fun!

Hope it was a great B-day, Keir!

See you next year at this time! (Maybe.)

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January 25, 2008

Big, Big News!

Well, two pieces of news, really...

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January 24, 2008

Explain, please.

Will somebody please explain Facebook to me? I have an account on both MySpace and Facebook, but I have to be honest, I don't do anything on Facebook because it confuses me. Finding people is difficult unless they live in your network. And let's be honest, if the people I was looking for lived in my region I wouldn't need the computer to connect with them. There's this constant feed on my home page called "News" but all it does is tell me that other people are adding friends left and right. Now why do I need to know that? Especially when I only have two friends and one of them is Sheri Lynch from the morning radio show I listen to. Just to be clear, she and I aren't actually friends.

Now, maybe the problem is that I'm just beyond the age where this is supposed to make sense. I did grow up in a world with computers, but not with the internet...I was well into my 20s before internet access became widespread. And as much as I enjoy using the internet to find information, I am not a person who enjoys just aimlessly surfing the web. But then how can it be explained that I totally understand MySpace? I log on, I get the info I need, I have a few friends, I read other people's posts, I even made my profile page pretty....I have no idea how to find anything on Facebook.

This post is not intended to slam Facebook. I'm just perplexed about how I can understand so little about something that so many other people seem to enjoy. Maybe someone can help me out here...

Megan

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January 23, 2008

Test...Does This Work?????

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January 22, 2008

Fred, We Hardly Knew Ya'...

I can't really say this is sad.

I mean, I'm not a Republican, so I'm certainly not sad about that.

But ending anything has a certain sadness to it, and so, for the end of this, I guess I am sad.

So, can he have his old job back on Law And Order now?

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January 21, 2008

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr...

Heroes. Who are they? Who decides to whom that 'title' is conferred upon? I think that it would be extraordinarily difficult to define just what or who a hero is, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. Would you consider my wife Megan a hero? You might not, but I do. Perhaps you consider your local Firefighters, Police and EMS workers as heroes? That's nice, of course, but trust me; these folks are just out doing their jobs. Soldiers are heroes. No question there. Some folks consider athletes heroes. Not for me to dispute. I have many heroes, but other than Megan, none are as important to me as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

I am a mere 37 and a half years old. During my lifetime, I have been witness to many historical events. Some that come to mind are the fall of the Berlin Wall, which brought about the eventual collapse of the Soviet Union, the end of apartheid in South Africa, the Challenger explosion, and many, many others. But history and some of its major players have passed me by, thanks to my age. I consider Dr. King a hero, because I was always amazed at what he started, what he accomplished, and how his legacy lives on. Sadly, we are left to wonder what could have been, but knowing what I do about Dr. King, I think he would not want us to dwell on that. He would want us to fight on, righting wrongs, correcting injustices, and to just treat each other better.

Our heroes change our world in immeasurable ways, but they do it one, perhaps two or three people at a time. Our worlds are changed when we think about a favorite teacher and how they affected our lives, or the Firefighter who saved a life. Dr. King moved a nation, a culture, a way of thinking. One man, with many by his side, created a better place for people who were more or less non entities in their own country! Can a Firefighter do that? Can a teacher?

Threats against Dr. King and his family would not stop this man. Physical violence would not slow him down. The Federal Bureau of Investigation would not wear him down. Not even jail could not stop this man. His fight was a fight for the common man, which includes all of us. We are in this together, whether we like it or not, and we have to find a way to work out our differences, live with each other, and just do what's right.

I believe Dr. King's "Dream" speech is all about those basic themes. I have dedicated myself to read the speech eon the day we celebrate his birthday. And when Jonah and Joshua are old enough to understand, I will read it to them. This way, we will not forget Dr. King's legacy, or how hard he worked for each and every one of us.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Happy Birthday, Dr. King!

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January 20, 2008

AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!

THE PATRIOTS MUST LOSE!

SOMEONE MUST STOP THEM!

GO PACKERS OR GIANTS!

AT THIS POINT, I DON'T CARE!

CAN NO ONE STOP THESE CLOWNS THAT PLAY IN A MAKE BELIEVE PLACE?

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January 19, 2008

Ben Is Here!

My brother Ben is here. Well, he's not really here, he's there, but I am here, not there, nor is he here. Ben is visiting with his son Ethan this long weekend with my sisters and father in New York. I am jealous because I can't see them.

I have known for some time that Ben and Ethan would be joining us on the eastern seaboard, but I just couldn't pull off a visit. It makes me sad because I miss them. It makes me sad because Josh has never met his cousin, Ethan.

To be fair, we all miss you. Me, Megan, Jonah and Joshua.

We love you Ben and Ethan, and hope to see you soon!

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January 18, 2008

My Love Affair With Ranch Dressing...

...Began just before the turn of the century, circa 1990. I was attending the State University College at Buffalo, better known as Buff State. I landed there after a two year stretch at the State University Of New York at Morrisville, better known as the State University Of New York at Morrisville. There, I was introduced to Buffalo Wings, something unheard of in New York's largest city, New York, where I spent a large part of my time before leaving for Central New York. Back then, experts in the field of drinking beer and consuming Buffalo Wings advocated eating the fried delicacies with bleu, or better known as blue, since I don't speak French, dressing. I went along with this and them, since there were more of them than me, and naturally, felt outnumbered. But when I arrived at Buff State, I was on my own. I was going to write my own rules. I was going to play my own game. I was going to enjoy different kinds of dressings on my Wings. I couldn't wait. A new day was dawning.

But in Buffalo, people were rewriting rules I hadn't had a chance to write yet. Why, they were putting bleu, better known as blue, since I don't speak French, dressing on their pizza for Pete's sake! Were these people crazy? Were they deranged? Or were they geniuses? Yep. They were geniuses, but I was about to improve on their genius.

For when it came for me to consume my pizza and my Wings in Buffalo, I bucked the bleu cheese trend, and began to put ranch dressing on all things Wingy and pizza-y! The taste was like heaven. There is no other way to describe it.

But did I stop with Wings and pizza? Oh no! Fries were up next. More fantasticness. Pickles, chips, burgers, lettuce and whatever else I consumed would go great with ranch dressing! My world was almost complete.

I needed to meet Megan for my world to be complete. That's another story for another day, my friends, but for now, know this:

I am not alone. Far from it. There are others out there who enjoy ranch dressing as much as I do. (Did I mention I had some at lunch today?) Oh, yes, it's true. Check out the good people at Planet Ranch. Yes! The dressing has a website! (Bleu cheese doesn't. I looked.)

Hot damn!

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January 17, 2008

Wrong Again!

Well, let me take the suspense away...

The weather guessers here in town got it wrong. Again. They predicted a wintry mix of rain, sleet and snow. To be fair, they got one of the three right: rain, and lots of it. Schools in our area were on a two hour delays. For rain. RAIN! Yes, cold, but it's winter and it's just RAIN!

I am so frustrated with these people.

No, I understand that weather forecasting is not an exact science (what is anyway?) but with all the dopplers and radar and airport measurements they have, you'd think they'd be righter (?) more of the time.

Ugh. And now we wait until this weekend, when more nastiness is expected. Or will it be sunny and 70 degrees? I'll let you know...

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January 16, 2008

There's A 100 Percent Chance Of Weather...

Well, this is it, folks. It was nice blogging to you. If you listen to the weather forecast where we live in the Old North State, you'd know that the guessers are guessing that there will be a 'wintry mix' for part of the morning on Thursday. Here's what I'm guessing...

It will either be 70 degrees and sunny, or minus 40 with 12 inches of ice on the ground.

It's as simple as that, folks. No fancy education. No hoity-toity degree from some meteorological institute.

See, here in North Carolina, our forecasters have gotten it wrong so many times, that they are now just gunshy, so to speak. They have to forecast the worst, just in case it happens. At the same time, they have to tell you nothing is going to happen, in case nothing does. But here, they are rarely right, so even though they are predicting a wintry mix, it's either going to be ice, or nothing.

Watch this space for an update tomorrow...

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January 15, 2008

What were we thinking???--Megan

So here we are, a mere 15 days into our Blog365 adventure and I fear I have already run out of things to say. Okay, that's not entirely true and I'm sure those of you who know me are wondering how I could even THINK that I'd be out of things to say. (Oh, yeah, I know what you're thinking!!!) But, really, it's 9:41pm, my brain is tired and I can't think of a single thing I want to say.

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January 14, 2008

Sidewalks...

What are they there for? Seriously. Can anyone tell me? Are they there just to hold cracks? A place for bugs to live? I mean they are there for walking. Running. Biking. Oh, but seemingly, someone forgot to tell the runners. These clowns (and by clowns I mean the ones I have seen) run in the street, when someone (or someones) worked damn hard to put in a nice, level, crack-filled, bug infested sidewalk, and yet they run in the street. Even when the sidewalks are devoid of other humans.

Why?

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January 13, 2008

Organs, Both -Ized And Dis-!

News flash...I have organs...

No, not those kind.

These kind!

And if it's true that I have the above kind, (and it is; I had my doctor confirm that info) it occured to me that I must be organized. See, Honey? I always told you I was organized.

Which brought up a sad thought.

I have all of my organs intact. If that makes me organized, then those who have had pancreas' or lungs or parts of livers or appendixes removed, must be disorganized.

That's a shame. (For lots of reasons!)

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January 12, 2008

Brothers

As a parent, it's easy to second-guess yourself. It's not an exact science and you know as you go along, making things up, that you are making many mistakes. You realize that you have, at best, an outside shot of actually impacting how your child turns out. Children enter this world as people who have their own personalities, agendas, and goals. Very often, what they want doesn't match your vision for them. I understand this and, for the most part, I accept it. I truly want my children to follow their hearts and I put no pressure on them to be anything but happy. But there is one thing I want as a parent...one outcome that I am truly striving for. I want my children to be close to each other. I want them to grow up together, not because they happen to share the same parents and live in the same house, but because they really like each other. Is that too much to ask? Maybe......but maybe not. Even as very young children I can see through the screeching and the "mine!" and the tussels over toys and find moments when they are at peace with each other. Impromptu sharing or hugs. Moments when they seem to truly like one another. It gives me hope that one day they will be hanging out together because they genuinely like one another's company. So the images that follow, are some of the moment to which I am referring. In the very brief time that they have been brothers, we have managed to catch quite a few good times together on film...let's hope there are many more to come! --Megan

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January 11, 2008

Why Not?

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January 10, 2008

I Miss You Guys...

I Love My Wife.

I Love My Boys.

I Miss You All.

I Will See You Soon!

--Me

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January 09, 2008

Hey...

is that horse shrinking?

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January 08, 2008

I Don't Miss It Much Anwyay...

...But sometimes, it still stings to be reminded, even by a three year old.

Meeting Jonah and Megan at her car at his day care today, I asked Jonah, "Why am I here?"

He looked right at me and said, "Your hair? It's all gone!"

I can't make that up.

I miss my heair, but I love my Boys.

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January 07, 2008

Just Hangin' Around...

As human beings, specifically Americans, or at least people who live in the United States of America, we all have common things in our lives. Our health. The weather. The price of gas. Sneakers on wires.

We go about our day, seemingly oblivious to what is hanging mere feet from our heads. Those things that feet used to be in.

How did they get there? More importantly perhaps, why did they get there? Were the sneakers defective? Did they serve their purpose? Is this some sort of signal to an alien sneaker race? Has anyone ever witnessed someone else doing this?

It would take me forever and a day to get them slung over a wire a like that. Who has the time? Do people get caught doing this? Is this actually a crime? Have people lost power, or has someone been electrocuted executing (sorry for the pun) this activity?

I'm guessing that the kicks in the above picture are Keds, or some other wannabe brand. I doubt you'd ever see a pair of Air Jordan's up there, unless they were slung up there as some sort of revenge or other nefarious act.

Look! They even do it in other parts of the world! Shocking!

The internet is a wonderful thing. Life itself provides for the sneakers hanging up above. The internet provides the pictures of them, and information about this strange and curious thing.

Check out this article from Snopes.com...

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January 06, 2008

Wonder Woman

I love this picture. It is 1980 (check out the cool silver foil on the wallpaper!), I am seven years old, and I AM Wonder Woman! And, seriously, this is the only time in my life that I could ever pull off a look like this.

How did Lynda Carter do this as an adult woman and manage to not look ridiculous? Now, granted, in this picture I am wearing only the Wonder Woman underoos, not the supercool outfit that she had, but still. It's a bold look. Although, I think she probably wishes she had my awesome snowboots to round out the outfit!

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January 05, 2008

Jonah--A Year In Review

Happy Birthday, Jonah!

January (2nd Birthday)

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

January again! Happy Birthday to our big three-year-old boy!

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January 04, 2008

Tomorrow (Saturday) Is The Big Day!

Man alive, do I love a countdown clock!

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January 03, 2008

Baby blues (posted by a sad-happy mom)

Joshua has entered toddlerhood. He is walking and beginning to talk. He is even beginning to develop a little sense of humor. All of this is a cause for celebration, no doubt. But it also just plain bums me out. (Hey, I rhymed!) Anyone who has ever known me even a little bit knows that I was born to have children. I have wanted to have babies since I was little more than a baby myself. And now I have two. Two amazing, funny, sweet little boys who are growing up WAY too fast. Ask my husband and he will tell you that as much as I enjoy each and every stage and age Jonah and Joshua go through, I really do like to have an infant in the house. I whine about it regularly. And now my infant has turned into a toddler. Sigh.

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January 02, 2008

And Now, The Rest Of The Story...

Where was I?

Oh yes. The Big Challenge.

Two years ago, during one of my infamous web surfing moments (which aren't really moments at all; they can be really, really long moments) I found a group of people who were taking part in National Blog Posting Month, or, NaBloPoMo. And guess what? They even have a website! No, seriously, it's quite a big deal. Visit them here. So during NaBloPoMo, all you have to do is blog once each day during the month of November, which, for the past two years, I did. (And I did it well, if I do say so myself, which I just did.)

Well, the good folks over at NaBloPoMo have issued a challenge. They have thrown down the gauntlet, and like the sucker that I am, I picked it up, and relayed the challenge to Megan, who offered her support. (Not that she doesn't always, but I was a bit surprised at this, but I was also in no position to turn down her support!) The challenge is called Blog 365, and all you have to do is post each day for the entire year of 2008. Fearing a hearty giggle and much finger pointing from my wife, she smiled, and said, "I will help you! We can come up with themes; we can do this!" And so, we're off. Two days in, and it's tough already. What will it be like on day 125, or 242, or 365? Will we even see those days? Can we do it? I think we can.

With a few rules from Blog 365...

Rules:
- Blog everyday for 365 days.

- Feb.29th is a Free Day and will be the Blog365 day of rest!
(Thanks Leap Year)

- You do not HAVE to post to the same blog as long as you post everyday.

- No internet? Write your post locally and post it once you are back on the grid.

- Computer Broken? Grab some paper and do some old school blogging.

- A post is a post, not everything has to be in writing. Photos, YouTube videos, and the like are all considered content.

- Have fun, because that's the whole point!

Note:
If you post offline work, consider changing the date on the post to reflect the day you actually created the content.

And here are a few more, from me. We may just post pictures of the Boys. We may just post once. We may post twice, thrice, or more, so stay tuned! Also, since I am not 'blog savvy, everything currently posted says 'Posted by Jon" at the end of each post. Some of the posts will be posted by Megan, who hopefully will identify herself, until I either become 'blog savvy, or my Brother-In-Law helps me out! (But if you can't tell by now that she's a MUCH better writer than I can ever hope to be, we need to talk...)

So here is a preview of what's to come...

Jonah's third birthday.
Rants.
Fire and life safety education. (I know, it sounds boring, but I love to educate, so there!)
Pics of Joshua.
Pics of our family.
Posts from the Boys, which will look something like this: jkdhfksgdiuhsbdif
Maybe even a video, if I become 'blog savvy. (Hah!)

And whatever else pours from our keyboard.

We hope you'll stick with us, and wish us luck!

Jon and Megan

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January 01, 2008

Out With The Old...

...And in with the new.

Or is it?

At this time of the young year, we often make resolutions. We resolve to lose weight, spend less (or more) money, work harder (or not so hard) and countless other ways to improve (or lie to) ourselves.

I am no different. I hereby, in the year 2008, resolve to lose weight, spend less money and work not so hard. (I fully expect that I will not be fulfilling any of those above resolutions, so I make one more, perhaps to stand as a challenge to myself, perhaps to fool myself, or perhaps to lie to myself.

Therefore, be it resolved that Megan and I will do our level best to blog each day, right here at outofhans.com for the entire year of 2008. 12 months, a whole lot of days, super cute pictures of our Boys, and countless ideas will be displayed here, on the pages of this 'blog. (If you remember, for each of the past two Novembers, I blogged once, each day for the entire month. It was a process. Go ahead. Look at November 2006 and 2007. We'll wait. But my wife and I are up for the challenge. See tomorrow's post for more on the challenge...)

So, join us on our journey, laugh at our foibles, point out our misgivings, giggle when (or if) we fail, or marvel when we make it. No matter what, it promises to be a lot of fun!

See you tomorrow!

Love,

Jon and Megan!

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