The Origin Story

It was a clear night in December and I was my own favorite hero. Heading onto the ice arena, I though no one could stop me. I had trained, stretched, hydrated, prayed, and tithed. I thought this would be the year to end all years in my yearly staff broomball tourney. It was the year to end all years, but not how I expected. And someONE did not stop me, someTHING did. And its name is Gravity (it's always bringing me down). I slide into a wall, buckled under my own weight, girth, and momentum to the sound of a popping knee. Which I learned that night from my favorite Directional Leader is that when you hear your knee pop it is usually a bad thing. It was confirmed 24 hours later that it was indeed a bad thing, and the repercussions would be Extra Gum...you know, long-lasting.

I have already learned much from my down time, but if I thought I had experienced down time before I had another thing coming. Saying I am experiencing down time now would be like saying that Angelina Jolie only wants a few kids. That other thing coming was a CPM machine (Continual Passive Motion) for those not down with the PT references (physical therepathy) for those not down with other abbreviations. I am in this machine for 8-15 hours a day and I have found that I sleep poorly in it so add in the abnormal 4 hours of sleep I am getting a night and you have almost a full day.

With all that said, I have came up with an idea so I would stop naming the bugs in my room and asking my desk and wall to be my Valentine (they said no BTW). Check it out ::

It is an interesting concept to try to do something that you have never done but wanted to try. For myself, that comes in the form or writing or to even be so bold as to call myself a writer. I own pens and a keyboard, but that does not mean I am actually I writer. I have also driven a car but I would never call myself a mechanic. It is one of those wonderings that breaks down to, "If I never try it, I will always wonder." I had the same questions about Trim Spa diet pills and Tanning Beds. So with that in mind, I am launching an experiment. Not that it is a big mystery as to what that experiment is, though some of you might think it has something to do with Mentos and Diet coke. By the way, that is not an experiment, it is just awesome. Come back...One of my favorite bands in the world is/are the Barenaked Ladies. Not the regular noun with the adjective in front of it, rather the proper noun of a formal title. However the first should also not be overlooked in the right, singular, biblical, context. Ed Robertson, the primary songwriter for BNL, said in an interview once that he wrote songs everyday. That is a lot of songs. With that I would believe there are some stinkers. However, there obviously is some lyrical gold. "Chickity China the Chinese Chicken..." Regardless of where you fall on the like/love/hate of "One Week" and if you consider it a stinker or gold, it is a song. And their kids are going to go to college now because of that little ditty. I am not writing to get more money, but if someone wants to pay for my house and I do what I love then it is a win/win situation. (One more win and it is the perfect conflict resolution...you know a win/win/win) All that said, I will begin a two week writing project. I will write every day regardless of the amount that I have to say or think. That has never stopped me from talking everyday, so why should the written thought be any different. It could amount to nothing or something of great value. It is past my birthday, so I have one less excuse as to why I should be able to document on a daily basis. I have had a full blogspot tutorial from my dear, sweet and futurely caffeinated friend Holly Snyder-Thompson. See you soon!

As you were, there is nothing to see here...yet