I’ve shown my blogs to a few of the guys that I work with and they think that they’re hilarious. I can’t imagine how they sound to someone who doesn’t know me or understand what it’s like to be forced to live in central Alaska, so I will try to bridge the gap.

Blam! Here’s me in a paragraph:

Well I’m a bastard. I grew up in a small dairy town in central Washington. I lived with my mother, sister and grandparents on a run-down farm. I'm quiet and polite to a point where it's a negative. I never fit in to a clique in school. I got drunk every weekend. I’ve always had a very few good friends. I’m athletic and relatively intelligent. I joined the army to get the fuck out of there. I joined the infantry because I can’t imagine doing anything besides shooting bad guys in a uniform. I volunteered to go to Alaska because I’m part native Alaskan and I just want to see it for myself. (More on seeing Alaska for myself later…) I went to Iraq on my 19th birthday. Back then I was in love with a stripper (that will make a good blog). I left Iraq on my 20th birthday and I was in love with a minor (kinda…it‘s pretty funny, more later...). Lol. Now I’m 21 and I have been drinking ever since...15 days straight.

So…y’all are some what caught up….

Give it a chance and read my blogs the whole way through....Lemme know what you think...