Or rather the beginning of the Finn... With the rising popularity of social networking and the greater world of electronic communications growing up around me I'm finally making a foray into blogging. I'm committed to not becoming antiquated like so many baby boomers around me that are still unable to find the keyboard with two hands.
I've been reading the blog of my friend Karmen and I'm inspired by her satirical and witty take on life. I'm also rolling around on the floor trying not to piss my pants in fits of laughter... And while I don't think I'll ever be quite as funny as she, I guess that's not really the point. If I stick to a steady diet of introspection, I learn to digest those thoughts, and I can produce solid results then I should be the better for it. Right? It sounds about as easy as a good trip to the can!
I once asked my children's Pediatrician when my youngest son was still an infant why it could be so darn hard for him to poop nothing. Besides sleeping and eating the only other thing he did was train for the less-well-known Olympic event of skid-laying. The mud packs up to his neck I understood to be explosive but there were times when he would cry and scream and make all kinds of noises before producing a big fart with a couple of tiny skid marks. How could so much noise and rumbling produce so little results? There must be something wrong with him. Please fix him doctor, my son really should be following in his grandfather's footsteps [a topic for another day].
Her answer was really quite simple. She said to me, "Imagine how difficult it is to push water. It takes quite a bit of pressure." After a moment of silent contemplation...Whew! Disaster averted. My son is actually a gold medalist and Grandpa can be proud.
So here I am, perhaps trying to push water, but by golly gee I'm going to give it a good old college try!
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