Well, it finally happened, I let her drive. That’s something I normally do not let her do… along with talking and seeing her friends… not because I am a dictator, but because I love her. Yes, love her

Oh the joy of procreation. A new baby in your house, the pitter patter of little feet eating all of your food, sucking down all your milk and not to mention your money. Actually, kids remind me of a school bully, except with kids you get beat up at night while you are trying to sleep and they take your money the moment they get out of bed

I like to think of myself as a man of action…one who is not afraid of much. A man of great conviction who carries with him a certain pride, musk, or scent of testosterone