So...

...I met a girl. She's fun.

That is all....for now.

This Is Why The World Is Going To Hell In An Electronic Handbasket

I wonder if anybody can quantify the amount of wasted time or bandwidth or productivity that occurs as a result of people re-posting stupid shit over and over and over again on Facebook? You know the ones, the electronic chain letters. The ones that always end with "Keep this going, repost if you love Jesus" or "Repost this if you love your mother".

Here's a recent personal favorite of mine - "If you believe in God, DROP EVERYTHING and repost this. What do you have to loose ??"

Grammar - that's what I have to loose!!!

You Can't Go Back

I went over to my old neighbor's house tonight to help him with a computer problem.

When I was leaving, I noticed the tree in my old yard looked different. My neighbor explained that the tree we planted, when Rachel was born, had died and been replaced.

This isn't a post about regret, but perhaps reflection. You really can't go back, not 6 years, not 10 years, not 2 years. Reflection sometimes sucks.

Mixed Emotions

I remember it like it was yesterday. The hospital, the staff, the delivery. It all went by so fast. Three days later, they discharged us, and we took this little tiny baby home. We walked in the house, and she was asleep in her car seat. We unloaded our belongings, sat down, looked at each other and we both said, "Now what?" We joked that the hospital must have made some colossal mistake, because there was no way we were fit to be responsible for this tiny human life.

6 years ago tomorrow marks one of the brightest spots in my life. Along with it comes an immense feeling of pride and happiness, but also sadness and disappointment.

My daughter is one of the sweetest, funniest, happiest kids I know, and I can't wait to see her and say Happy Birthday. I know she'll be thrilled. But in the back of my mind, actually no, it's in the front of my mind, I'll always feel sad, and in particular on special occasions, because I couldn't give her one very important thing - a complete family. I don't know that I'll ever get over this feeling of failure and sadness, that her mom and I couldn't stay together, and be a whole family.

Despite that, we're doing the best that we can. Her mother is a great mother, caring and nurturing. And I don't think I'm a half bad dad. Here's how we've done so far:

Happy Birthday, Sissy.