Reason #1 Your life is be better than mine

I have always wanted to start a blog, but never really knew if I had enough interesting things to say to justify posting on a regular basis. Then it dawned on me, blogs are really nothing more than an egotistical cry for attention. Anyone who knows me, knows that I truly crave attention, but don't always want to admit it. What a better way to fulfill that need then a blog.

My next dilemma was content. Why would people want to follow my blog? I needed a hook.  Every Joe Schmo on the Internet thinks that they are the most interesting person in the world, or has the cutest kids ever, or makes the best peanut butter cookies in the world. What could I possible have to offer that would make my blog unique? What is my hook?

As my kids will attest, I am a below average cook at best, not particularly athletic and challenged in my romantic life. My unique gift is my life itself. I have been told on more than one occasion that I have the worst luck of any my friends. If something screwy can happen, it will happen to me. This blog is dedicated to that notion. Don't get me wrong, I love my life and am happy and content. I wouldn't trade my life for anything. I guess that is what made me start this blog. I want everyone who reads this to have a laugh at my expense, and walk away thinking that maybe their life really isn't that bad.

I will close this initial offering with an example of what to expect in the future.

On the morning of the last big snowstorm we had here in Topeka, I was excited to hear that my office would be opening two hours late. I slept in but still gave myself plenty of time to scrape my windows before hitting the road for work. When I made it out to my car I realized that the snow removal people for the apartment complex had pushed huge mounds of snow directly behind my car. It took almost an hour to dig out from the massive snow pile blocking me in. Now running late, I still had to scrape my windows. I got out my crappy scrapper, with the metal blade, and began clearing my windows. After less than three minutes of scraping, the blade popped off the scraper and flew over my head into a drift of snow. Being the creative mind that I am, I finished clearing the windows with my credit card. (This works great, by the way). Hopped in the car and headed off to work, now over an hour late. I made it exactly three feet before I had to stop. I had managed to run over the metal blade of my scrapper and flattened one of my tires. I gave up, called in sick and went back to bed.

Reason #1 that Your Life is Better Than Mine!