Mom, why did I even have a cabbage patch doll in the third grade? I know I probably asked for one when I saw Amy get one, but that's still no reason to give your son a doll, let alone let him take it to school. Dad, I'm sorry.
I'm ashamed that I didn't realize this sooner, but knowing what I know now, I can no longer be a blogger. Not like this. From now on, this posting site is not a blog.
This online record is a man-log. It's topics will be limited to cars, golf, barbeques, inventions, how to get rich quick and my family. Topics will not include favorites of any kind, cake recipes or photos of flowers.
Why don't I quit all together? I know that this is my only hope for any record of my life and legacy. And since I wrote in My 100 that I would never be the type to maintain a nightly journal, this is my only reasonable alternative. By the way, that whole "My 100" thing,... another indication that blogs are for girls. How many guys do you know that wrote their 100?
So, read it if you must, but please be advised, this record is no longer a blog.
I feel much better now.