Well, my wife and I went and got some great eats and treats in the Cougareat this week, and it was fabulous. The food from the L & T place was good, the conversation was awesome, and nothing else really happened. People were eating and talking, guys were spitting their game, it was the Cougareat as I have always know it!!! This isn't 150 words, so I need to keep dragging this thing on. Oh, we were also down in St. George for the weekend, just got back. Our friends got sealed in the St. George temple yesterday, so that was an awesome possum trip.

Wow, it is blogging time again, I am so excited... This really is the last thing that I want to be doing right now. Wow, I need a better attitude... Anywho, I was at Smiths last night picking out some gift cards for my stepmom and mother-in-law, and I noticed some that had a brand name of "Fresh Ink". Isn't that Bro. Clarke's company or something he is doing on the side?? The cards were absolutely random and ridiculous, and I LOVED them!! They seemed like Bro. Clarke's humor, they were hilarious!! One said this "for every cute bunny out there, there is another one that is waiting to steal your wallet... be mindful of woodland creatures..." more or less like that. Another one talked about hitting concrete squirrels with your car... anywho, you guys should go check them out... I bet money Bro. Clarke wrote some of those...

So, this is the beginning of my blog. My wife laughs at me as I am writing this, and laughs even more that I have been forced into this by Brother Clarke for MCOM 320. We have been married a little over a year and we have a blog, which my wife has got some good handles on. I have adamantly refused for the last year to get involved with this new trend, so I have barely even looked at it, let alone post or share stuff or whatever, so forgive my blogging inexperience. You might ask, well, why doesn’t he use the blog that his wife already created? The answer is that my reputation is on the line. If I use my wife’s blog, her friends who blog will see that I am blogging, and they will tell their husbands, who in turn will make fun of me and call me names like “pansy” and “sissy” and laugh at me, and in the end, I will lose those friends(and some manhood).