Disclaimer

So here we go, the blogging campaign begins (this line, in some variation, has got to be cliche by now).  I suppose I could explain why I'm doing this.  Its most likely attributed to testosterone.  See, the deal is I follow a few blogs, however they are written by women.  You are probably wondering if I have my hormones messed up, but wait its coming.  Now, these women happen to be very entertaining in their own right, anyone should follow them, male or female, but I find myself needing some serious testosterone by the time I'm done.  So who better to supply it than... well, me.  I know how much I need and when I need it, so why go fumbling around the interwebnet, or finding the gun cabinet keys, when I can type a few words and make some myself?

There, now I feel better.  (Yes thats me, albeit a few years ago).  Maybe I'll have to tell a story about that picture sometime.  Nothing more unsettling that trading paint with someone and the air-filled bunker I'm hiding behind is deflating.  It pretty much sucks actually.  SUCKS REAL BAD!  Thankfully, there were other bunkers close by and at that time I was still fairly quick.  Emphasis on "fairly" (double emphasis on "was") but it was enough.  Anyway, I'm losing my train of thought and I'm going to be talking about paintball all night.  (The ladies would have said "Gap" but if I ever do that blogspot should just shut me down).

So here I am and since I think disclaimers are a waste of time and money...  here are a few:

1.  They just poured this coffee fresh for you, knucklehead, you shouldn't spill it.
2. The disclaimer above has absolutely nothing to do with this blog, but I would pay to see that on a coffee cup. One from a restaurant.
3. I'm a Melancholy, so I've already come up with a list of stuff to blog about, but I'm also a Flagmatic, so there is a good chance that one day I'll lose motivation and never post again, maybe as early as tomorrow (those of you that are feeling a sudden rush of hopefullness, skip #4 and proceed to disclaimer #5).
4. Some posts may have sensitive topics of which what I post is MY opinion, sometimes educated, sometimes not.  (I'm shrugging my shoulders right now).  Deal with it or...
5. You have every right to not read this blog again.  I'm not doing this for followers... actually aside from the opening paragraph,  I'm not sure why I'm doing it, but I am going to put it on facebook in case someone wants to swing by.  Is that irony?  Not sure, I've lost the definition of what irony really is, and think I'm not the only one.  I could go to dictionary.com and figure it out, but... nah.  Its easier to settle on "contradiction."
6.  I secretly enjoy the fact that my 18 month old daughter walks around with her hand stuck down the backside of her pants.  It means she's thinking, especially if she is scratching.

Enjoy your day.