With the passing of time, one year into the next, it’s customary for me to tell you all about how I’m going to quit smoking, lose weight by going to the gym everyday, or a resolution to go solve world hunger. Sadly, life doesn’t work out exactly according to plan, so in the spirit of the New Year, I give to you, not only my new years resolution, but an updated “Bucket List”. Hopefully when I get to cross them off my list, I’ll be able to update everybody with a blog entry! Hopefully I’ll be able to update this list frequently with items I get to remove!Bury my feet with the incoming and outgoing tide of the ocean(the gulf doesn’t count. I’m talking Atlantic/Pacific).Touch a dolphin. Nay, did I say touch? I meant kiss.Watch the Buffalo Bills win a SuperBowl.Drive a vehicle 200mph+, or own a Corvette. Either will do.I want to spend enough time in the boonies to …

As a kid growing up, nothing made me feel as safe as I felt when I was curled up in my bed. My safe haven. Nothing compared. Tucked tightly within the depths of my bed, nothing could touch me, not the boogie man, not the thunderstorms, not the shadows of the trees swinging too and fro, not even the voices of my parents as they would argue with each other in the living room. My bed. So warm and so cozy, so safe. As I grew older, I quickly adapted ways of using my bed for further protection. I would flip it on it’s side when playing cops and robbers, and with my trusty bed, the bullets would never hit me. The nerf darts would simple fall to the floor, and in time, my mattress would soon transform into the ceiling of a fortress.There comes a time in everyone’s life when their safe haven is stripped away from them, if …

Pops called me last night, like he usually does. Outside with he and his “posse”(Max and Kaylee, the pups). Usually in the garage or at his shop. Like so many relationships I’ve had over the years, this one with my father has evolved, and it’s one that’s evolved so much that it sticks out like a sore thumb.My earliest memory of my father was him grabbing me by my overall straps and tossing me into the back seat of his 4 Cylinder ’80 something Dodge Charger. I remember we were in England and he was trying to sell it, and the guy that came to see it, he was mumbling something here and there and “it needs new spark plugs …”. I couldn’t have been any older than 5 or so, but had I known any better I would have laughed at him like I do now for owning such a vehicle.Of course, it wasn’t all fun and games, I …

“Answer the damn question”.“I can’t”.Like many mornings as of late, it’s been chilly. Nose and fingertips cold to the touch, I wake up and try going back to sleep but it’s no use. Staring at the ceiling is a normal ritual in times like these. Usually I just sit and think about my day, and more importantly, motivating myself to get out of bed in an orderly and timely fashion. It doesn’t work. My mind is able but my body unwilling. Usually a good hour or so has passed, I’ll step into a nice hot shower, and days when I’m not feeling so lazy I’ll shave.This morning was no different. I sat and listened to my mind and my body bicker as to how and when I’d get out of bed for a good half hour. Finally the decision was made, one foot in front of the other, blindly heading for the shower. 2 stubbed toes from my unpacked …