Happy Valentines Day

Okay, here's the deal.  I am not going to pretend that there isn't a part of me that thinks, like many others, that Valentines Day was "invented" by the candy and greeting card companies.  It has always wreeked of this, and I am not saying that my views have completely changed.  What I am saying is that I look at what the day stands for and am glad that I have the partner I do.

I love my wife more than I ever thought possible, and if she truly understood how much that was, her head might explode.

And since I love Kim so much, I wish I could stand on the top of a mountain and yell to everyone at the top of my lungs, but then I realized no one would hear me.  But, if I blog about it, I can actually reach every continent when I say "I LOVE YOU KIM!!!"

You just experienced the first ever virtual mountain top yelling EVER!  Aren't you glad?

So why do I love Kim so much?  If I had to sum it up, it's because of not only that she loves me back, but the way that she loves me.  Every day she makes me feel special, like I am the only one, and she truly means it.  I know this because when I look in the mirror, I see a completely different person than she does.  Kim sees me from the inside first, and the rest is just icing.  I know this because I love Kim from the inside out too.  She makes it a LOT easier, because her outside is much more beautiful than mine.

Happy Valentines Day Kim,,,  I LOVE YOU

Peace,
Woody

February is a Good Month

Hey there guys and gals, It's me again, dropping some words of knowledge and such from the depths of my ever churning brain.

February is a month that I will always hold as special, it is the birth month for both my sons.  Corey turned 20, and  Joey is celebrated his 22nd birthday.  Wow, I am old.  Corey's birthday was Super Bowl Sunday, and they couldn't even sing the National Anthem right for him, what a bummer.

My wife is very cool, while we were sitting around Sunday, she paused the TV, (I know, why did she have the remote, right?), and said, "Tell me about the day Corey was born."  Se she wants to know as much as she can about the boys, because she knows how much I love them.  I guess it is a way of finding out more about what I may have been like half a life ago, and at the same time her attempt to get to know the boys better.

So I told her what I could remember from 20 years ago, the few details my cobweb of a mind could recall.  Like the fact that as they were giving my ex-wife an epidural, I watched until I saw brown fluid come out of her spine, and the nurse had to sit me down before I fell and crushed someone. (Always have to make it about me I guess), or how they had to put Corey in an oxygen tent thing.  He was so peaceful and quiet, what a great kid he was, and still is today.

Then she reminded me that since Corey was now 20, I have no teenagers, vis a vis I am old.  I am sure glad she had the remote, and asked me to reflect.  I have 2 amazing sons that make me proud every day.  I love you guys more than you can understand.

Peace,
Woody

I Have Been Neglecting My Blog.....

Sorry folks, hopefully my lack of writing hasn't slowed your lives to a crawl as you sit patiently by your computer screens looking for my next post.

Why Won't Woody Write Witty Words?

I would love to say that I haven't had time to write because I have been so busy at the gym, or that I developed a new Sys Admin tool that fixes computers all by itself so I don't have to, or that I was off exploring the far reaches of the planet on vacation (soon enough, going on a sure-to-be-pleasure-filled cruise in just a matter of weeks!!), but alas, none of that has kept me from blogging.

Life sometimes gets in the way of other things.  It is tax time, the truck broke down again, looking at making some changes for the better, you know life.

So while life gets in the way of my blog, think about the song I wrote and sang to my lovely wife last night while we watched American Idol, which I would win if there wasn't that darn age requirement keeping me from doing so.

Ahem, AHEM  <---- me clearing my throat.

Got an itchy nose, and I want to scratch it!
Got an itchy nose, and I need to scratch it!
Got an itchy nose, and I have to scratch it!
Hope I don't touch a booger while I'm there!

(I borrowed the tune and styling from the song "Kitty" by The Presidents of The United States of America)

I know, amazing, I should probably copyright these lyrics soon before they show up in a Lady GaGa song.

Peace,
Woody