Me? A star?

So, my wife is convinced that I would make a good blogger. She says that I write well, and I have amusing stories to share. I suppose that given my profession as a journalist, she should, in theory, be right. (And after nearly seven years of marriage, I've found that she usually is.) Still, I question whether anyone would actually give a hoot about what I have to say. That, combined with the fact I've historically been able to string together only a few good blog posts in a row before losing interest, gives me kind of dim outlook on this endeavor. But what the heck; I'll humor her and indulge my narcissism by giving this another try. I suppose it couldn't hurt. After all, there are enough fascinating things going on in the world that I'm sure to have an opinion about something, even if nothing all that exciting actually happens in my life.

For those of you who don't know, my aforementioned wife is the wildy successful blogger Not So Glamorous Housewife. She entertains the masses with tales of homemaking, child-rearing, cooking, crafting and husband tolerating. And her growing number of loyal fans seem to adore her. Whether or not this Internet stardom will translate to any sort of following for my own rants remains to be seen, but I might as well try it and see.

My daily whatnot

-- Today marks the day that every football fanatic looks forward to each year: the NFL's first preseason game. The annual Hall of Fame game in Ohio ends the long offseason drought that's existed since the Pro Bowl and, while it's generally poorly played and consists of mainly rookies and backup players trying to make the squad, it satisfies the pigskin craving. This year's game features Tennessee vs. Buffalo. The Titans had one of the best records in the league last season while Buffalo (may have) upgraded their talent during the offseason with the addition of Terrell Owens. My pick in this one: Tennessee. I think that if Buffalo's backup players were good enough to win games, the Bills' management and coaching staff would have used them to replace their mediocre starters a long time ago.

-- After eight days and six baths, the dog still smells like he got sprayed in the face by a skunk.

-- We found an outdoor fireplace that someone had set out for the garbage this morning. It's kind of rusty and flimsy, but so long as it holds what I want to burn, it seems like it should be okay. My wife is outside spray painting it right now.

-- I return to work this afternoon after an entire week of laziness and overindulging in fatty foods and beer. The first day is always the toughest it seems, and I don't anticipate this one being any easier. Tune in tomorrow to see if anything interesting developed.

-- On the kid front, while we were at the zoo yesterday, my daughter asked me if the baboons had red butts because they hurt themselves. I told her they were supposed to be that way, but still, you have to appreciate these young inquiring minds.

That's about all I've got for now. Feel free to visit often and see if I've followed through with my writings. Who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it.