Humble Beginnings

Well I've finally done it. My daughter laughed at me when I told her what I was about to do. She can't believe that her father, the oger that he is, would not only post something on a blog site, but would actually start one. I told her she could be a part of it if she wanted and she laughed again. In a manner of "your real cute dad", she giggled and said "sure, I'll be a part". What insolence! Is it too much to consider that her "grew up in the 70's" father could be cool enough to be a blogger? I don't know - maybe she's right. What business do I have sitting up late at night writing my thoughts on a computer screen for others to review and comment about. Surely I'll embarrass myself. Or maybe it's her own embarrassment she's worried about. Not her dad! Maybe someone else's, but not hers. Why he's just an old Arkansas born, Mississippi educated, Memphis construction working, wanna be. What could he possibly have to say!? Oh the shame of it all! Somebody please stop him before this gets outta hand. Sorry honey. You and I may be the only ones who read this, so maybe it'll be OK. Here's to hoping.