Holy Crap, I'm a Southern Boy Now!!

About a month ago I was digging through some old crap I had in storage as I was preparing to move. A big move. And I had decided that since I was moving, I needed to de-clutter my life, throw out things I had been packing around for years, donate a bunch of un-needed stuff to charity, etc. Well, in the course of this de-cluttering, I came across an old journal my mother had given to me as a Christmas gift when I was a kid.

I opened the journal, smiling from ear to ear reading the first few pages of it, laughing at myself and the things I wrote as a youngster of about 12 or 13. But the funniest part was when I turned to the third or fourth page and it ended, just like that. I think I made about four entries. Then... silence. Blank pages. Fast forward and now I'm 38. Where has my life gone?

I tell this story for one reason in particular. This blog is kind of like a journal. Notice my last entry? Last November? Yeah, when it comes to discipline and writing in a journal or blog, I SUCK! haha

I'm not going to try to make up for months of silence. I'm simply going to say.... I'm a Southern Boy now. I live here. Hotlanta. Here's a picture.
Pretty huh? Now that I've been here all of three weeks, here are my first impressions:
1) Traffic. It's a BITCH!
2) Pollen. When the pollen counts on the news are 1,000+ (and no, that's not a typo), you know you're not in Kansas (or Utah) any more
3) Traffic. Heh.

It's been a good move. I'm excited about the new adventures that are sure to be in my future as I adjust to a new city and a new life. Hopefully I'll have a better track record of updating my blog since I've moved here and won't repeat my horrible past ALA the 9th grade. But then again, I have no excuses now. I know few people and need to entertain myself somehow, right? :-)