What the heck does that mean? I have no clue. My two-year-old daughter says it with great enthusiasm and pride now and then. It makes my eye twitch just thinking about it. WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!?!!
So, this is my blog.
Yes. You got it. I have joined the throngs of those looking for a public venue to blather on about day-to-day mundanities. Yet, here you are reading my prosaic trivialities. I guess we all need to get a life.
I blame my wife. She started a blog. Now I find myself writing one. Gah!
I decided that I have far to many opinions to not grace the world with my point of view. I really don't care if you don't like my opinions. It is pointless to argue opinion. Choose your battles wisely and expend that energy arguing over facts. I will be either right or wrong. If I am wrong and you can prove it, logically, factually, and constructively, then I have respect for you. I welcome you. I cherish vainless intellect. Pride is a killer. If you are wrong, accept your defeat and move on.
I never prayed to the grammar gods. Don't even try to correct it. I am far beyond help in that matter.
- Music:Air drills and angle grinders