The Amazing Popster

I'm convinced that most people write blogs because we all want to feel some sense of importance. The internet can make anyone famous (hello sex tapes). You can live forever (hello sex tapes). Your life can be immortalized in ones and zeros for generations to come (hello... you get the picture) - or at least until the hyper-internet or internet-blue or global warming internet is created. I am no different. I like to hear the sounds of my fingers rhythmically typing. There's few things as satisfying as smacking the space bar after a successfully spelled series of words. The delete key is like my snare drum though - always going on in the background, sometimes overpowering the vocals. I mess up a lot.

So let's get down to the business of getting down. I'm no different. I think I have important things to say. I think I have original points of view. I do think I should be remembered for all time just because I like to provide my thoughts, but that's not why I started this blog. I've started a couple blogs before and I think I approached the whole thing all wrong. I typed out pages of nothing and work frustrations - boring. Who wants to read 1000 words about why I think I should quit my job - 27 people to be exact. It's completely self-serving. It's too long. It's boring, boo-hoo, nonsense.

This one is different. I vow to you to not bore you with work. My vow is to provide regular updates about the most important little person in my life - my daughter Amelia "Popster". I'm not doing this for you. I don't want to forget what my life is like now. I don't ever want to forget the moments that she brings to my life. I don't want to forget funny things my wife says. I don't want to forget her reaching out to Wally so he can lick her hand - Wally's our dog btw. I don't want to forget her as a baby - ever.

So, without further ado my daughter, your 2052 President, former astronaut professional gymnast swimmer track star and marine biologist - Popster!!

Look at those dirty feet!! 

She's so much fun! She's my little girl. I started this because I want to capture my thoughts and feelings. I want to capture, forever in ones and zeros, my life at 34 with a mortgage, car obsession, two dogs, married to my absolute best friend, and as a father. I am no different - I have a dumb, who-cares-about-remembering-today outlook. What was once my go-to, favorite song turns in to, "Oh yea I kinda remember that song". Well not now. It is my duty as a father to remember every laugh, cry, frown, smile, and smell (yup those too). I'm going straight Aerosmith on this one - you know the song and now it is firmly in your head so you're welcome. I want to remember this time.  So that's that.