I've been thinking

In just the last few weeks i've done the following:

*buy and blog about a forcing kit for indoor bulbs
* go to an art gallery to review and purchase a local artist's works
*go to meijer to buy polly pockets
* Master a beef brisket in a crock pot
* Read 700 pages in a novel
*consider it frustrating when my decor doesn't compliment each other in the house
* question why tru green would spray my foilage in the yard same day it had snowed two weeks ago
*ponder if you can't escape fate

All of the above are things i used to make fun of people...now, i've become the person that as a child I used to mock. Don't get me wrong, I still uppercut Mac trucks, wrestle grizzly bears in the yukon and am actually typing this posting with my penis, but man, i've really branched out my interests. Is it age? adventure? boredom? diversity? the need for something more in life that i've been longing for? Am I getting soft?

Bottom line, My penis can tear a phone book in half. That's all the answers you need right there. Case closed.