Who are you...who who...who who...

My sincerest apologies to all of you (and Mr. Townsend)...this won't be nearly as epic or poetic as waking up in a Soho doorway.

This is, if you've not guessed by now, my first attempt at blogging. I've been told that a great start is simply to say who you are (hence the title) and what you're about...that there is no "wrong way" to blog. Of course this advice could be similar to a situation in a speech once given by Lou Holtz. At the end of the speech, there was a question and answer time, introduced by Coach Holtz who stated (paraphrased), "Ladies and Gentlemen, I know it's sometimes a little embarrassing to ask questions during these times for fear of asking a dumb and stupid question. Let me assure you there are no dumb or stupid questions, so please feel free to ask anything that's on your mind."

A gentleman in the crowd took him up on his offer by asking, "Who's going to win the championship this year?"

Coach Holtz responded, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize...apparently there IS, in fact, a dumb and stupid question..."

So, who am I?
Pretty simple really, a son, husband, father, worker, marketer, salesman and guitar player (although those last three often exchange places in order of importance...and skill level).

I've been married to a beautiful lady for nearly seven years (holy COW...how did THAT happen). I haven't posted her picture on my page yet for one simple reason. More often than not, people look at me...then look at her... then look at me... then look at her again... I simply have to affirm the fact that I am, indeed, a pretty decent salesman. We're entirely thankful our three children (yes, the youngest two are identical twin boys) take after their mother in the looks department...although my sons have my nose. That won't help them much in life, unfortunately.

My most recent heartbreak came when away from home, and my daughter's lip was split by the wind taking our storm door and hitting her in the mouth. I'm certain few things can bring you to tears like having your daughter strapped to the emergency room table so she doesn't jerk and hurt herself more while the doctor puts in stitches. She has my ability to heal quickly though, so thankfully the stitches came out a little early, and you can't even notice the still healing scar unless you look closely. The storm door, however, didn't fare as well. It now rests in several smaller pieces awaiting the arrival of the trash man.

My sales career currently has me at the Intelligent Office in Indianapolis, where I spend much of my time helping people by taking "wonderful messes" and turning them into "efficient processes".

So there you are, and here I am. Perhaps a bit TOO much "TMI", but hey...there's no wrong way...right?

And in case you're wondering the outcome of Coach Holtz' response to the question earlier...it was met with much laughter. He meant no insult, and the asker took it in the light-hearted manner in which it was intended. He explained, "...*laughing*... I apologize...I sometimes do that just to break the ice and get people talking...of COURSE Notre Dame is going to win though...", a response that brought cheers from the room.

I can only hope my first posting enjoys a similar outcome...

Have a tremendous day, Smaller Indiana!