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Is this thing on?...

Bored and annoyed with Facebook stalking (damn right I'll still announce new posts via Facebook...but I digress) I've decided to pick up where I may or may not have left off, in and amongst my stream of consciousness.

I began a blog to chronicle my first full Ironman a few years back and thoroughly enjoyed the creative outlet, that is... when I remembered to write. In hopes of finding that outlet again I begin this new chapter, one that is certainly starting with a bang. Since we last spoke I've asked the love of my life to marry me, moved to Denver, Colorado, said "I do" amongst family and friends and am now eagerly anticipating our first child... a boy.

I don't want to sit here and say, "this blog is about x" because it will be about many things. As life, it will be an adventure. At the very least, I hope it's enjoyable reading and takes you away from your craziness, if for a second.

My earlier comment about Facebook wasn't necessarily a complete smack to the Facebook nation, but carries with it some personal introspective. Although I'm sure we'll see study after study of how social networking is dumbing us down (it will come full circle and build us up stronger at some point, this I'm sure.. but it needs to evolve), my comments are more me looking back at my self in a sweet sweet self portrait taken with the digital camera you can see in my right hand in the bathroom mirror. After a day or two of feeling removed from the friends and family I truly love and sifting through there status updates, or lack thereof, I felt like a horrible friend.

Instead of picking up the phone, which I hate, I signed in and got status updates in mass. Instead of writing an e-mail, I stalked photo albums. My realization is this, either I put on a helluva campaign to get all of those closest to me to see the light and move to the Denver/Boulder area or I figure out how to better communicate to those that mean everything to me since apparently thinking of them doesn't seem to filter it's way to where they are at all aware of those thoughts. I'm thinking my telepathic lines have been cut in hopes of ransacking my memories without me knowing.

In my revelations I've come to the conclusion that I need to find ways to communicate that for me, promotes action and has me actually doing it. Not just one way, but several. Since I seem to have trouble hitting talk on my phone, perhaps clicking post to an entry of this blog is more likely to happen. Maybe instead of a text I'll mix in an e-mail (most likely with the link to this blog)...you get what I'm saying.

I hope this journey in thought takes me to a place one day where my son comes up to me and say's, "I didn't know you had a blog? I mean, I didn't even know you could write. I thought you were just the over protective Dad that makes me clean gutters and watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation every year because you think it's the perfect way to start the season...oh, and 2 followers? Really? Were you even hooked up to the InterWebs?"

And so....it begins

I will leave you with this. My beautiful wife, who at the moment is in her 8th month of pregnancy, has mentioned that she wants to do maternity photos. I'm all for it, but it got me thinking of a sweet coffee table book that I'll call "How it Really Is - Pregnant in Pictures", my leading entry follows: