Introduction

And so it begins...

A long, long time ago, in a nearly forgotten era, I was born. Ok, so maybe not too forgotten. I was born in the 70's which essentially means I grew up in the 80's. Gotta love big hair bands, parachute pants, and penny-pinching parents. I have a co-worker that recently started a blog. My family has a blog. My dog has a blog. Ross The Intern has a blog. Ok! Fine, I'll do it.

This will be a challenge for me in many ways. Probably most difficult will be biting my tongue. I have learned that less truly is more. But I sometimes ramble aimlessly and use far too many words to make a simple point. So the goal here is to keep it simple. I don't really know why I'm starting this blog honestly. I guess being a 30-something married man with a beautiful wife and 1yr old daughter means that I'm at that period in life where it's time to look inward, to search the inner realms of my soul, to get in touch with my humanity, and to learn how to express my thoughts and feelings. Or it could be that I'm just phishing for extra attention and something to do on the computer to make me feel important. Only time will tell. One thing is for sure; my daughter will provide a great deal of content for this blog (self explanatory).

In addition to my aimless ramblings, I will also make an attempt at humor and something to stimulate compelling thought from time to time. (Yeah, we'll see how that really goes). Mostly, I'm hoping that this blog will help me step back from my life and breathe for a minute. That it will give me a chance to realize just how good I've got it. That it will let me reflect on life in general while trying to keep my sense of humor amidst traffic jams, deadlines, diaper changes, and avoiding stories about Paris Hilton. And it is with that preface I introduce the Howcomes & Whyzits:

1- Whyzit... no matter what I eat for lunch (healthy or otherwise), I always wind up in front of my computer afterwards yawning and nodding off, red-eyed, drooling slightly, and generally feeling incapacitated for an hour or two?

2- Howcome... when I see someone with a "bat in the cave" I suddenly become very concerned with the welfare of my own "bats"?

3- Howcome... we all know what religion Mitt Romney belongs to but we don't have a clue where the other 9 hundred candidates go to church?

4- Whyzit... the more I concentrate on driving conservatively to save money on gas, the more I'm haunted with memories of long trips with my parents where I whined incessantly (to myself, of course) about how freakin' slow my dad was driving?

5- Howcome... my online persona can bench press 250 lbs, is tan and breathtakingly handsome, donates to charity, knows which fork to use for salad, can talk investments, is the epitomy of manliness and oozes with confidence, sophistication, and sex appeal? (I mean seriously, where did this guy come from?)

Well, that's enough for now. I really sucked at writing in my journal as a kid (something my mom always encouraged) so I'm hoping this is not both my first and last post to this blog. But I think I'll be okay. After all... my co-worker has a blog... my family has a blog... my dog... Ross