So, I’m startin’ a blog OR I'm soooooooo startin’ a blog.

I've enjoyed reading my friends blogs so much lately I decided to start my own. Now people can find out what I'm doing until I grow board of this in a few months and stop updating it!

Let's see, what's blog worthy to talk about, perhaps an antidote? My dad called me the other day and he was obviously hopped up on too many cans of Sam's Club brand generic cola. He kept calling me "dawg". Dad thinks it's really funny to start talking how he thinks is hip...and he's right! So then after he'd worked several 'dawgs' in the conversation he started calling me a "Scooby". A few months back he started saying "get'er done" because he learned it down at his bowling ally so I though "Scooby" may be another West Virgina thing that I've missed out on. I asked him what's a "Scooby" and he said "Scooby, like Scooby-doo, a dog, "my dawg", "my scooby", get it?" I tell him, "Oh I get it, you're putting your own twist on it, good one dad!" and it made him happy.