300

This is my 300th post, so it's sort of a landmark.

I would like to dedicate it to my Family.

Dad,
You raised a fine young man. He is confident, successful, and smart and has learned so much from you. Yup, Den is the man. The rest of us are horse's arses... c'mon guys admit it. From the time we spent in the woods, to the visits to the local CDO's I got my love for the outdoors and technology from you. Do you think we could have spent some extra time on grooming though? I'm kind of a train wreck pop.

Mom,
We had tough times through my childhood. You might even say my red headedness got me into more trouble than my actions. I was never really that mad, but I will never forget that you used to dress me in sweater vests at age 4 to age 10. I looked like a miniature pasty Cosby kid. I mean really, I never stood a chance with the other kids! Glad I got that off my chest.

Les,
We've had our differences to be sure. And I'm sorry that we weren't closer when I was growing up. But did you find it absolutely necessary to wheel around the corner at a speed that ejected my fat ass from the rear seat of the car into the opposing ditch? I'll admit however, when I came to, the look on your face was priceless. We have since grown up, and you have become a very important role model for me. I wear my seatbelt pretty much without fail. Or I am at least promptly reminded by a loved one that knows I'm prone to injury.

Den,
I looked up to you the most through my teen years. I even tried to follow in your footsteps, though your footsteps were more of a half foot step because of your shortened Achilles tendon. Thanks to you, my calf muscles are huge. I'll never forget it, man. From chuffle shuffle to pink belly, I learned that there is a limit to what I'll take in the way of ribbing. I also apologize for any revenge I exacted... unbeknownst to you.

Jeff,
You were less of a little brother and more of a best friend and still are. And I swear dude, I'll get that 50 bucks to you like next week... promise. Living together chowing down on beer and chicken nuggets and KD oh and… milkshakes... It was the summer of George baby! And looking back I know you didn't mind sharing my bed even though you made me wear underwear while you wore pants and long sleeve shirts. Man, I don't know how you did that, it was like 100 degrees in there!

Kimmy and Rach,
My sisters from other mothers, you were both there when times were toughest. You took me in, gave me a place to stay, fed me and lent an ear wherever you could. In return I slept, ate, and babbled on. Really, no need to thank me, it's what any freeloading brother in law would have done. Wow, I really DID live with my whole family at one point or another... Hahaha I rule. (Note to Junior, if you get hitched, make sure she has a pool, or at the very least a hot tub or Jacuzzi... in the interest of keeping the streak alive!)

Caleb and Sophie,
I promise that the stories you will hear about Mon Oncle Jeremy through your lives are grossly over exaggerated. That donkey got what he had coming.