Here We Go

Well here I go diving into the land of cliche. I wish I could say I know what in the world I am doing. I barely know why.  That has never really stopped me before, so here we are.

Like most things in my life inspiration comes from my wife and definition comes from my kids.  This is no different. My wife urged me to start a blog.  Partly because even after nearly 18 years of marriage I still make her laugh but mostly because it's easier for her to ignore my ramblings on a blog than me jabbering in her ear. So she is my inspiration.

For definition I look to my kids.  In this case most specifically it came from my then 11 year old daughter. Kids have a way of putting life in a certain perspective.  Mine are no different.  The biggest obstacle I had to starting a blog was what to call it.  "Big, loud goofball with a keyboard" didn't have a good ring to it.  So I waited for inspiration.  I waited for a lightening bolt of wittiness to capture the imagination of millions of readers around the world.  Surprisingly nothing came.  Then I remembered something my daughter said. One afternoon while performing my fatherly duty of being a human pack mule for my kids I was cut off in traffic by a certain jackass in a convertible.  My response, to put it mildly, was less than gracious.  With only the exuberance that can be mustered by a (at the time) 9 year old boy, my other child regaled my wife with my antics.  Attempting to temper the "shock" to my children at their pack mule's outburst my wife assured them that Daddy was just startled and occasionally we all have such episodes. Then with the deft timing of a vaudeville veteran my daughter spilled the beans.  "Oh, it's OK.  Daddy finds at least One Bad Driver A Day."  ba dump bump.  Cue Lightning Bolt

And there it is.  I'm not the knight in shining armor.  I'm not the steady hand of reason and calm.  I'm the crazy ass pack mule yelling obscenities at some poor dolt in a convertible. See!  Perspective.

I'll be the first to admit that I don't exactly know where this experiment will take me and that my motivations are many for wanting to write it.  I'm not looking to solve the world's problems or find the meaning of life.  However, if by some strange twist of fate I spawn a cult following I promise not to go all David Koresh on you.  Honestly I don't need the drama. It isn't just going to be about my family.  Surely it will find its way to entertainment, politics, quantum physics and greek yogurt.  It's about bad drivers, people who freeze their sandwich bread and full contact geography (yea I don't know what that is either) and hopefully it will be presented from a perspective that some will find interesting.  If you like it tell me.  If you hate it tell me that as well.  Luckily of the 9 people that will probably ever read it most of them will love me anyway.

Here we go!