23

Okay, I didn't know what to name the blog. I tried to think of things people like....or want....something cool, ya know? Basically I just watched the movie Sandlot, and what those kids wanted was Wendy Peffercorn, the lifeguard that Michael "Squints" Palledorous puts the moves on at the community pool...maybe I should name it later. We'll see how Wendy does. Then again people give boats and cars girl names, so maybe its okay, wait it is okay! If a mentally disabled middle-aged man named Forest can name his boat Jenny, and some snaggle-toothed sailor can call his boat Shenandoah....then watch out world, here comes "Wendy Peffercorn.....woooow". Okay now I'm looking up sailor songs on iTunes....all Im getting is Jimmy Buffet, and random all-male Celtic quartets. oh boy.
Anyways.....What better time is there for a first post than during my birthday week?
T'was two days ago, March 4th, in the year of our Lord (1985) that I was brought forth into this world. 23-years old...Okay wait Im still on iTunes, theres this guy who sings sailor folk songs, his name is Salty Dick. Yep. There are no words.

so Happy Birthday to me....I am the only single , and unemployed member of my family. My family is the most dysfunctional group of people I know. However as I sit here in a pair of yoga spandex from Target(i dont do yoga....) watching re-runs of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, eating goldfish crackers and baby carrots.....I know my family loves me, and 23 is gonna be good.....maybe even better than Wendy Peffercorn.

Was that a good place to end? I can't tell, I think so.