It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon...it was on the 6th of September, say about (checks watch) 2:05 pm. All was quiet, all was fine, until a monumental, fire cracker, exploding packing peanuts of a moment occurred. I finally told my mom that I'm probably going into the Navy! She took it quite well, all things considered. She may seem sweet, but I was absolutely terrified! That woman packs a mean silent treatment. But she was good, trying to talk me out of it. I still need to talk to a recruiter but I'm pretty set on it! I'm gonna try for the Mass communication specialist program. We'll have to see! You see, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, just thinking deep, deep thoughts. (gets distracted by a fly) I'm a little off-kilter with everything going on. Just thinking about the things I need to do. I plan on fasting from caffeine, I need to make a workout plan, (need to start working out) But some good comes. I love spending time with my family for instance. Bah! I'm just old and sentimental. Seriously, I have to take pepto-bismal before I even think about spicy food...man. Anyways...anybody got any questions, comments, concerns?