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Alright. So, I guess this is it. I’ve been talking about a blog for eons. I am fairly hep to the web thing. I should have one. There’s really no reason I shouldn’t. And yet, I never did.

That’s all changed. I’ve been tagged. Thanks to JB, I now have a blog. I kinda saw that coming, actually.

On to why we’re here. Let’s see. There are some rules. Hmm…what are the rules?

Rules

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Facts

1. I parent (with plenty of help from my lovely wife), two small, wonderful children.
2. I spend a reasonable amount of my time working as a software engineer for a major car rental company
3. Aforementioned lovely wife, recently purchased for me one 16kg kettlebell. I take it to the middle school next to my house on most Wednesday mornings and swing, snatch, clean, press, row, lunge, get-up, carry and sprint like a mad man with my neighbor. He thinks I’m nuts, but, oddly enough, continues to rouse himself from bed, wipe the sleepy-dust from his eyes, and joins me.
4. Though I don’t get to do it often, I think there’s almost nothing more relaxing than a fine cigar and a glass of scotch in a rocking chair on my front porch.
5. I’m going on vacation…er…family reunion, to Alabama, tomorrow and I’ll be gone for a week. I think there should be a separate word for vacations-you-have-to-spend-with-extended-family. They’re not really vacations. One shouldn’t have to call them that.
6. JB and I once spent our (temporary) final $5 on an all-you-can-eat meal at the local KFC. We sat, ate, drank, did homework, etc. through the lunch rush and most of the afternoon. We were so stuffed we couldn’t even ride our bicycles home. We survived, like camels, on that meal for several days.
7. I’ve done CPR on two people. One of them made it. One of them didn’t.
8. When I was a kid, I made up a really bad joke. At the time, I thought it was hilarious. I was very proud. I don’t remember how old I was, but I’m sure it was earlier than 10. Maybe 6 or 7?

“What do you call a dragon, in the oven?”
“Roast Beast”

I know. It’s not really all that great.

Those are my eight, and this is my blog.

Being new to this whole blog thing, I have nobody to tag.

Sorry. Be happy you got this much out of me. =)

As I said earlier, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll write more when I get back.