Ahem.

I have been remiss. My poor, neglected blog. It seems to take a back seat to anything.

A quick recap:

I haven't been fishing much, due to work, family, and the fact that my fishing club has turned into a knitting circle. Aye, caramba, what a bunch of bickering Bessies. This coming Sunday, I'm headed up to Kiptopeke to fish the concrete ships for mega-stripers. Last year we had the place to ourselves--there's a boat launch 500 feet away, but they sped past to where they 'knew' the big fish were--but, because of a few loose lips, we'll have to fight the boaters for space. I love a crowd. ::rollseyes::

Jenn is with child, due in late May or early June. We're convinced it's a girl, but won't know for a while. We've spent a couple of nights playing around with names...Irish names.

I've decide that you can't change a tiger's stripes in respect to work. I'll probably begin training for MSCE certification after the New Year. "Will this make you happy?" Time will tell, darling, but at least I won't be living on broken promises any longer. It is more than likely going to take a year, so I can't burn my bridges just yet.

I took Dylan to Chapel Hill to see the 'Heels beat Duke. He demanded we leave at the end of the 3rd. Watched the (surprising) end from our hotel's sports bar, where he spilled a butt-ton of chocolate milk on me. Met up with my friends Beeks and Lori at the Bob Evans beforehand...shoulda called TriDaddy as well. Two nights with Dylan...I slept for 3 hours as soon as we got home. The kid is a whirlwind...

Adios!