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| What are you lookin' at, Fatboy? |
Afternoon, I'm Not sure who will find this or how as I'm new to this whole thing, but I've been reading a few blogs on topics that interest me and figured I'd jump in. If nothing else, I could use the practice.
First I guess I'll tell you a bit about me.
I'm a curmudgeon. Look it up.
I'm also a Libertarian. Hopefully you know that one, but if not, look it up.
I was raised a fine Southern Baptist, but guess mostly now I'd call myself a Diest...
You guessed it.
Suddenly I'm realizing why I rarely bother to describe myself to other people. It takes too long.
Let's try the easy stuff.
So far in life I have been:
A rounder
A little bit of an anarchist
A bachelor of arts
A nonconformist
A construction worker
A reporter, editor, columnist, paginator, and a photographer
A CEO
A commoner
A flunky
A factory worker
A cook
A butcher
A blacksmith
An in-house advertising and promotions specialist
A motorcycle rider
A gun nut
A political junkie
A malcontent
A pizza delivery guy
A husband
A father
A Knight Templar
A cub scout (they were not prepared for me)
A defendant
A patient
A stinker
A streaker
A runaway
A fan of video games, punk rock, bluegrass, and tequila
Classified as 4F
And an accidental homesteader
So let's pick a topic and get started!
Mostly, I think my intent here will be to share the happenings, events and lessons learned from this accidental homestead on 23 acres in West Tennessee known as The North Reagan Municipal Complex and Armory. But my ADD could kick in at any point and I may go off on a tear in any direction.
Strap yourself in, hang on and try not to scream so loud you distract me, or we might both get hurt.
