GLOG TAG

*Note: if you are a new reader, you may want to check here, here, here and here or here or even here for past "Glog"s written by my husband who takes over my blog for a short period!

After a long hiatus I'M BACK!!!

I have heard the call from all my gloggies and though I have walked through the wilderness, fear not because I have returned with a vengeance. I have so much that I want to share with you and so little time. A few quick updates...

#1. Dumptruck is doing great. Currently he is snoring on the couch next to me. I couldn't be prouder... I have dog that snores louder than I do and at any given moment can pass gas that could wilt the heartiest of oak trees.
#B. Brandi has made great strides in her phone addiction she is down to 2999 minutes per month and only 6 hours a day on the computer.
#6. I have never been "Tagged" (thanks a lot, Brandi!) therefore I am tagging myself prepare to be amazed as you get a glimpse into the inner workings of the mind of your fearless glog leader.

I am: probably the smartest most articulate man I know.

I think: you already knew that.

I know: that when you get old you start to show signs of aging but as I tell Brandi everyday when I look in the mirror "It happened again" Brandi's response "What happened?" "I got better looking overnight."

I want: to know that I am loved, but even more than that, I want you to know that I am loved.

I hate: big egos.

I miss: my childhood pooch Bucky...he was taken to the farm if you know what I mean. It
wasn't until a few years ago that I put two and two together.

I fear: snakes and birds...mainly birds though. When I was a kid I was viciously attacked by a cockatil, yes I know it weighs like 10 ounces but it tried to peck my eye out. Later flew into the ceiling and died...that was a good day.

I feel: so many emotions I have trouble verbalizing them all but know that I am working through them and I am committed to knowing myself and making myself a truly self actualized individual.

I hear: Laos is nice but I probably never go there. (Matt Lauer was there this week on the Today show).

I smell: Dumptruck, lets just say it isn't pleasant

I crave: soft serve ice cream (not frozen yogurt). I once got to meet the grandson of the inventor of the soft serve ice cream machine (FYI he was a very large man). Another little known fact, Brandi and I know the son of the guy who invented spaghetti o's. He hates them.

I search: my bedroom often for my missing remote. Last time it went missing I found it in a baby carriage on the back porch. weird, huh?

I regret: NOTHING!!!

I love: all of my loyal gloggies, without whom I would have to wallow in anonymity for the remainder of my life.

I ache: after exercising...(Oh yeah I meant to share that with you I am working on my hopefullys)

I care: too much!!! Does that make me a bad person?

I always: need to use spell check. I have become so dependant on it that I fear writing hand written notes.

I am not: Superman, although I do bear a striking resemblance to Clark Kent.

I believe: I can I fly, I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away. I believe I can soar...

I sing: horribly, however I have the uncanny ability to remember lyrics and Brandi can testify that I could win either The Singing Bee or Remember the Lyrics.

I cry: when fatherly moments are on TV. It makes me think of my kids and that does not make me less of a man.

I fight: the urge to tell people off...sometimes I lose.

I write: the songs that make the whole world sing.

I win: most of the time, except when I lose.

I lose: rarely, except when Brandi and I play cards...she always beats me, but I am pretty sure she cheats.

I never: say never...just something to think about.

I listen: to Telemundo thinking that I will eventually understand what they are talking about. Spanish people speak really fast.

I can usually be found: when playing hide and seek...I'm huge (6'5" and 275lbs).

I am scared: of the things that I fear (see above, this is repetitive and redundant).

I need: a stiff drink (a mountain dew) you didn't think I meant alcohol...Christians never touch the stuff.

I am happy about: the fact that it is baseball season and the Yankees are back on!

I hope: that when you read this it will add a ray of light to your bleak and dreary existence.

So having said this in conclusion a preface If you believe that you are always right you will convince yourself that you are.

Most likely,
Greg
PS: Since blogging etiquitte required that I tag somone after me. . I am in great debate over whether or not to add that to the glogging etiquette as well. But, since I have no time for a great long list of pros and cons that is necessary to determine what will enter the great halls of glogging law, I will simply choose to tag: Scott White and "The Spleen"