I have this thing where, I have all these great blog ideas. Then I go to implement them and everything comes to a screaming, screeching halt.

(Insert the sound of skidding tires and a whiff of overheated brake pads.)

Typing these few sentences is the first step in erasing that awful smell of burnt rubber .

Hawkeye013hawkeyeIt’s my birthday. What a perfect day for a fresh start. My old web site (… you know? The website that was put up after the website before it had been taken down, just after the website before that had been revised after the one before it had been removed?) is being replaced by a brand spanking new site! I’m thrilled!

I’ve got all these great ideas for my new blog. So let’s dive in! However … now that it’s time to actually begin … ah oh. I smell burnt brake pads.

But, like I said, it’s my birthday. This means I can talk about whatever I want. Umm… GASP! My dog!

Ok. So my dog’s name is Hawkeye. Hawkeye lives at the beach. Hawkeye is a very good subject for my very first blog post.

 

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Gotta go. That birthday bourbon isn’t going to drink itself!