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thought for my first post I would just explain a little about my self and what I am doing here. Lets see... I like long walks on the beach,... Okay, maybe not, but I do like the beach. First off, I am a twenty five year old new father that works his ass off for little recognition or compensation comparative to the area I live in. I make good money, but where I live in Southern California, or as I like to call it Northern Mexico, if you are not making at least 100,000 a year, and your wife works to supplement the income some, you are not living the California dream. Now I know what you are thinking, "Oh great. Another guy that created a blog just so he can complain about how crappy his life is so we can feel bad for him and get all emotional over that fact that the people who make a ton of money are bad people and should spread the wealth." Well, I'm not a socialist so that is not why I'm here. The reason I am here is because I like putting my thoughts out in the open for all to read. Because sometimes I actually have something brilliant to say, although rare, it has been known to occur. Kind of like the Chupacabra attacks. The locals are always talking about them, but it can never be confirmed. I am also doing this because I am looking into a career of writing and need some examples for potential employers. What better way to go than a blog. I can write about whatever I want and nobody cares. Unless I belittle blacks, then Jesse Jackson will be all over my ass claiming I am racially intolerant. Do you think he will bother to check to see if I am in fact black. Now that is what I call racist. But if I say the same thing about Polocks, he will think its funny. Catch 22 huh? But enough of that for now. I'm sure that I will have more to say about Jesse and Al's racism at a later date. More about me. As I said, I have just become a father for the first time. What an experience that is. If you have ever seen the miracle of birth on any of those discovery channel shows, or saw anything in anatomy class in high-school, and think you know it all... You don't. Here I am, probably one of the best kept guys under a high pressure situation, and none the less in that delivery room I forgot what number came after 5 while I was counting for her contractions. Let me tell ya. You want to feel stupid? Screw up a ten count right around 5 in a room with nurses and doctors, and there you have it. Stupid stamp please. Okay, now add a little ink, and SLAM into forehead for maximum effect. I felt like the dumbest person. Even my wife, who was in the middle of one of the most painful events of her life took pause to quip and chuckle about my blunder. But when the doctor finally gets that little angel out of that slimy, bloody, war torn hole you used to call fun town. The only thing I could think about was... DAmmmnnnn!!! I don't know what you women are taught, but what you go through just to have a real live dolly. Hats off to you. Its amazing, almost like as soon as the doctor flops that baby onto your chest, you totally forget the fact that ten seconds ago that very same baby made you a two car garage from a motorcycle cover. The mind is a powerful machine.
I will end every post with a saying that I find relevant to the subject,or one that I just really like.
"I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult".
—E. B. White
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