I received a scolding from a friend that I need to put up a blog post. In all honesty he’s right, but I have sworn to not discuss politics or any kind of divisive topic. There’s enough of that going around without me kicking in my opinion, so don’t expect any of that sort of drek out of me. Not gonna happen. I just don’t feel the need to prove I’m right. (Please read that with the appropriate amount of snark.)
I’m also not going to talk too much about my personal life. Not because I’m worried someone will discover my secret identity and expose me to the world. Ask anyone I know and they’ll let you know I am not one to shy away from attention. I thrive on it. In all honesty I’m not talking about me because I would bore the hell out of you in about 6.7 seconds. Unless, that is, you guys would like to hear about budgeting and preparing for a year-end audit for the financial statements of the company I work for. No? Don't blame you.
Well, there is one thing I could talk about that has developed in the last couple of years. Wait, that’s not true. It’s an addiction I’ve had all of my life but just now got to a point where I can sort of afford to indulge it. Since high school way back in 19…something or other I have had an unreasonable love for the Ford Mustang. I have set a goal to have one of every generation at some point…even the Mustang II from the 70’s. See? I told you in was unreasonable.
Maybe, I'll mix some things about that stuff in as I go along if anyone cares to see it. Might even put up some pictures of the custom stuff I'm doing to them.
For now though, there's a story that needs my attention.