Introduction

Call me morbid, I've had this feeling ever since I was a little kid that I wouldn't live to a typical old age.  No, I'm not suicidal or anything like that (remember that in case someone knocks me off and frames it as a suicide).  I don't have an incurable disease.  I just have that feeling.  Here's to hoping I'm just paranoid.

But if I'm not. . . 

I've got this blog to share with my daughters and one hell of an insurance policy.  I can't imagine growing up without a dad.  I know millions do, either by broken families or untimely deaths.  In case of the latter, I want my daughters to always feel like they know the answer to the question, "What would Dad think of this?"

It's not that I have anything particularly life shattering to share or that I feel like my words are so important that they can't function without my guidance.  I just want this to be here for them if they need it.  

See, it's not really all that morbid is it?

Note: I've got two other blogs as well.  

Although that might sound excessive, I can justify them.  The first is a blog I use to update everyone on the stories and events of the girls childhood.  It'll be good to look back on the girls progress years from now via that blog.  I really need to update it more.  The link to that blog is here.

The second is a blog of my personal rants about all sorts of issues (politics, science, religion, etc.).  That may seem like a duplication of what I am trying to accomplish with this blog, and I will admit that the line is a little blurry to me as well, but hopefully that will become clear as we progress.  The link to that blog is here.