Well, well, well. It seems silence does not become this blog and for that I am sorry. As I type this, my computer doesn’t believe that blog is a word and is desperately trying to make me understand with a squiggly red line.

Agree to disagree.

I do have such high hopes for this blog because of all the wonderful things that pass between my ears during the day that need to be heard by the masses or at least the few of you who read this (or used to). Seriously though, at least a few times a day I will think of something and then think to myself that I need to write about this but then I get home and either forgotten my striking insights or just don’t care and here my blog sits silently or if your lucky I’ll post some hip video, a video that I most likely didn’t even find by myself. So this year I would very much like to keep this blog going and keep it filled with some real stuff. 2010 at least a blog a week sounds fare, don’t you think?

Well, I do.

I flew into Los Angeles last night after a few weeks in Knoxville at my parent’s home for Christmas. It was good to be home. Usually when I first get home I am struck with mass thankfulness that I live on my own and I have an immediate desire to return to my independence but it doesn’t take long to slip into the comfort of being home. I know I am always sad to leave.

While I am sad to leave I am always ready to run into the next ____. I don’t really know what’s next. I mean the rest of my year is practically laid out in front of me so I do sort of know what is coming my way but I am more interested in the next____. Like I said I don’t know what it is.

I never really know what to think of New Year. Leading up to 2003 when I was 17 a man named Dave who was always trying to get to join the NRA, of whom I learned later was never without a loaded gun in his boot, prayed for me at a new years church service. He told me or prophesied over me and said that God told him that the upcoming year was going to be one of the greatest of my life. I guess on first hearing this most people would be pleased and excited. I on the other hand immediately worried about all the other years that weren’t going to be so good. 2003 really was a great year. Maybe God really did speak to him and then again maybe not. I am just glad he never shot anybody.

happy new year friends. may it be one of the best years of your life.