Let's get some things straight before I get old and uncool...

Heh, I almost titled it "Rules for my unborn son" but I figured that would cause a stir. Basically I'm blaming this website for this - http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/page/51

It's wicked smart.

-You can never overdress.

-If you're going to wear a tie, commit and button the top button.

-Memorize the bill of rights and your favorite poem.

-An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.

(Or as the Godfather would say, "A man that doesn't spend time with his family is not a man.")

-Learn how to fix a flat and change a belt, everything else take it to a garage.

(Or as Dad told me "Son make a lot of money so you can pay other people to do this for you.")

-Men with facial hair have something to hide

(I'm gonna disagree, but I wanted to put it up to appeal to the Frank Sinatra side of me, or the James Dean and Paul Newman side, there is something to be side about a good close shave.)

-Absolutely no tattoos or piercings... unless you're in the armed forces.

(Mom, Dad, I might get a tattoo. I hope you'll understand.)

-If you absolutely have to fight, punch first and punch hard. Aim for the nose.

-Compliment your mom's cooking, better yet, compliment anyone who's willing to cook for you.

(It's not hard and it'll mean a lot.)

-Never side against your brother in a fight. Ever.

-Push-ups and sit-ups are all you'll ever need to build muscle.

-Nothing good happens after 3 am. I promise.

So that's just a small selection, but I thought it was pretty freakin sweet and bodes more thinking on. Well, until next time then.

-Owen

It's November.

Just in case you didn't know.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20
-Bobby Frost