Week of January 31st, 2010

Yesterday my iPod freaked out on me and all my songs from my iPod disappeared. Since I had to sell my old laptop to pay for my chair, I decided to store all my music online. Thank goodness I go ahead and did that or else I might have lost all my music yesterday.

Anyways, while putting the music BACK onto iTunes, I came across Tim McGraw's new Album titled Southern Voice and decided to have a listen.

I think a lot of us have wondered what happens when we die. Doesn't matter if you believe in God or Heaven, I think all of us will wonder what people do when we die. We all wonder if our friends would be the same and who would be at our own funeral. And well, Tim McGraw did a great job singing it in this song.

Join me this week and listen to Tim McGraw's If I Died Today. Do you ever wonder, "who I'd see, cryin' standin' over me. Who would just send their regards?"

I wonder about this all the time.
Who would cry over me?

"You can lean on us."

So for another week, I went to Church with my friend and his family. The topic is still idolatry and today the Pastor's wife talked about having Love as an idol.

Here's the 4 things that she said love can go wrong:

1. Romance
2. Children
3. Approval
4. Perfection

This sermon didn't hit me as hard as the ones before but I sure can think of ways my parents idol love. (Things like putting me and Sarah above all else, being the perfect people and so on) But I guess my friend's parents can tell by the look on my face that something was wrong or rather, I was thinking about something deep inside my mind.

Mrs. T asked me, "What's wrong?"

I told her I don't know and that was the truth, I truly don't know what's going on that's making me look SO concentrated, I look like I'm depressed. I told her I'm kind of wondering right now and that I don't know where I am when regards to emotions, thoughts, and life. And then she told me,

"You can lean on us, you know?"

That hit me hard. The kindness in people you hardly know can and most of the time are amazing. They say that you are born into a family but you gain another as part of life (just look at my Twitter-Family) and well, after today, I felt as if I got another set of parents. Someone who cares a lot about me and wishes me to know that if there is ever trouble, I can lean on 'em and go to 'em for guidance.

Thank you Mrs. T, for saying that to me today after the service. I still don't know what's wrong or what's got me thinking and looking so concentrated. I have an idea what it might be but right now, I'd rather not think about it. But thank you, those words meant a lot to me.

Thank you also to all the people who have been praying/sending us good thoughts. We're going to need a lot of that within the next week or so, hopefully things will turn out for the best.

For Friendship, Joy, and Happiness

Just a day after I posted My Purpose In Life I saw something that made me smile and thank God for the good things on Earth. It seems like whenever I turn around, I see anger in people. I see the fear and anger in everyone and that often leads to arguments, disagreements, and more.

Today, while buying lunch, I saw two people who were carrying a conversation as if they were long lost friends. What's so special about these two people? They knew little to no English. A woman, in her 30s, lived in the United States for 3 short years spoke Spanish and broken English. Another woman, in her 60s, lived in the States for only 4 years, spoke Chinese and very broken English. Yet, with the little English they knew, they helped each other order lunch and talked as if they knew each other since way back when.

I wish I had a camera to take a picture of these two woman because truly, that would be an amazing picture. I also couldn't help but smile when I heard these two woman try to talk to each other. Not because it's funny but because of how great people can be if we just forget our differences and use our similarities for something greater. For friendship, joy, and happiness.

That sure made my day bits better and sure reminded me of George Strait's I Saw God Today

I guess the Human Race ain't that bad after all.

Our Danger Zone

I think we all have a time in our lives when we realize we ain't cut out for something we'd like to do. And for that moment myths become facts. For that moment, mysteries become realities.

Earlier this afternoon, I came home to a frantic call from Nicole. I could tell she's been crying because I did not understand a single word she left on the answering machine. First words she said to me when I called her back was...

"I can't do this, babe, I can't do this."

After several minutes of attempting to calm her down, it was clear that there was nothing I can say that will make her stop crying. So for 5 minutes straight, I sat there and let her cried. I let her cry till she said,

"Fool cut it out, you must be crazy."

Man I knew there were reasons why I like Nicole, she took lyrics right out of one of my favorite songs.

I said, "Crazy about you." And finally, something I've been waiting to hear from her, a small laugh. Funny how we both knew which song each other was referring to.

So, for the afternoon, we talked like we never did before. She told me her worse fears: the realization that she might not be cut out for her MOS, the realization that she might not be cut out for OSUT, the realization that she might not be cut out for the Army, and so much more.

Funny how much we can convince ourselves that these sayings are true if we just repeat it over and over again. And within our minds, what we once thought were our calling becomes out regrets and fears. I guess that's why we all need someone to shake us free from the negative beliefs, the negative vibe and reassure us that our calling is what we truly know and love.

And that's why I did, I shook Nicole out of her zone. I told her that everything will be alright, that she IS cut out for this job and there WAS a reason she went down to the recruiter's office AND sign the enlistment papers.

She sounded skeptical but hopefully one day, she'll thank me. We ended the call with our usual kisses and with some skepticism still in her voice, she said "Thank you, babe."

You're welcome, sweetheart.

This zone is our Danger Zone, this zone that many of us have been in or are in right now. We all need someone to shove us out of this Danger Zone. None of us may handle the Danger Zone all by ourselves and I hope that no one out in the world will ever have to. Makes me wonder, who shoved you out of the zone? Who did you shove out of this zone? and well...who shoved me out of the Danger Zone? or will someone ever do so?

I hope so.

Last thing before I end this blog. Out of the request (or rather demand) of my parents, I can't tell you here (or on Twitter) what's going on in the family right now. But if you pray, please pray for us. If you don't please send some positive vibes out our way, we surely need it. Thank you.

My Purpose In Life

When I write, I don't usually touch base on subjects that might seems controversy and subjects that would start unnecessary arguments and debates. Thus, I tend to avoid writing about religion and politics.

But something happened that caught me off guard last week I feel I must share with those who are willing to read it.

As I have said on January 8th, I had a great talk with my friend's Dad (a Pastor at a local Presbyterian Church) about religion and the differences between all these different "kinds" of Christianity. I think ever since I got to middle school, I've been pondering about God, Christianity, and religion as a whole. Though I am baptized into a Catholic family, I wonder about other branches of Christianity and just how different they are from Catholic beliefs.

So after talking to Pastor S, this strange feeling came over me. It's not a bad feeling at all, it's the same feeling when you helped someone across the street or when you donated money anonymously to a much needed organization. It's a heart-warming feeling. And I got the same feeling after reading the materials that Pastor S gave me.

With my parents' permission, I went to Church with my friends for last couple Sundays. Before the sermon, there's Worship (basically the singing part if you don't know what Worship is) then small prayer before the Pastor start preaching. Truly, I didn't feel like he was preaching to me, I felt more as if he's talking to me and laughing about daily happenings with everyone else who attended Church. Why I have never felt that way when I go to Mass, I'm not truly sure.

Anyways, for the last two Sundays, the Pastor talked about idolatry. And at the end of last week's service, my friend's sister (a 4th grader) handed me a booklet with this small activity that she and the entire family was doing. On one paged was to list your idols. Here are some of mine (thought of it on the spot):

1. Football
2. Success
3. Jealousy
4. Money
5. New and cool Chairs

And on the other page was the question that stomped me.

"What did God made you for?"

And like that, it felt as if God was talking right to me. "What did I made you for?" A forth grader whom I hardly know put me in my place like no one ever did before. I stared at the question for a few moments before Pastor S said, "She's got you thinking on your toes, doesn't she?"

I answered, "Yes, sir. She sure did."

I truly didn't know what to write because I truly didn't know the answer. So finally I wrote down:

I don't know what God made me for nor do I know my purpose in life yet. But I sure hope I can find out soon.

I'm not a man who is huge on religion. But I do believe in God and what He has in store for all of us. And strangely enough, it is only on Sunday when I truly think about Sean, about death, and wonder why with every answer about religion there is more that follows. I wonder about His ways and what He made me for. And last Sunday, through a 4th grader, I think somehow God was trying to tell me something.

I'm not sure what He's trying to tell me. But I'm sure ready to listen.

Off topic: I've gotten a lot of emails/IMs/contacts asking about this "Nicole" character. If you must know, Nicole and I have been friends since I can remember. We grew up together and our Dads knew each other since WAY back when (not to call 'em old or anything...) How close is my family with Nicole's? Well, Nicole and her Mom wished me luck before the game that day. Nicole and her Mom was sitting next to my parents on the stands and they drove my parents to the hospital. So that should give you a hint how good of a family friend we are.

After the surprise visit from Nicole, I asked her to come to the Pat Green concert with me and I asked her out. So that's who this "Nicole" character is, guys.

Anyways, thanks to those who have been asking how the concert went with Nicole and how we are doing. Again, the concert was great, you can read more about it on the bottom of my last blog.

I'd also like to take this moment to thank all of my readers. You may not be following me through Google Profile, you may not be constantly leaving me comments, but I know there are a lot of you lurking in the shadows reading my every blog. There's no way of saying how thankful I am you guys' support.

Truly, thank you for reading.

Wake Up Matt

When we were told I have Spinal Cord Injury, we knew there will be complications.

But somehow, subconsciously I've ignored that fact for the longest time. And somehow, my body have a way of reminding me. The UTI's, the fevers, Autonomic Dysreflexia, and now, Muscle Atrophy.

I'm not sure why I ignored it for so long, thinking that it'll just disappear if I don't think about it or don't worry much about it. I'm not sure why I'm not facing it head on and I'm ignoring the fact that I will have complications for the rest of my life, I don't know. I just ignore all of it.

Until, of course, it's blowing up right in my face.

Last week, my Physical Therapist told Mom and me that we might want to make an appointment with the doctor. When I heard Muscle Atrophy from my PT, I ignored it. In fact, my brain was thinking more of the weekend when I get to spend time with Nicole and go to a Craig Morgan concert together. I didn't even hear a word my PT had to say and well...maybe I didn't want to hear it. Or maybe I want to hear it from someone who spend years and years of their life in school. Just so I know for sure this is happening.

Well today...I know for a fact it's happening.

For those who don't know what Muscle Atrophy is, basically you are losing your muscle mass because you're not moving that part of your body (and no, old age got nothing to do with it) and well with paralysis, that's kind of a given. "Muscle Atrophy can contribute to more problems- and more pain- as it gets worse." My doctor said to me. Physical Therapy was supposed to help. But not for me. Something is just not right and well, PT didn't help.

So, starting from this week, I'm going to be on the FES bike (which is basically a stationary bike that "shocks" my muscles as it's moving...supposedly stimulating riding a bike and moving those muscles) more than I ever have before. My PT is going to be working her ass off trying to get these muscles going. (Poor her...I seem to make her job more interesting by the day...) I'm going to be on more supplements than ever (joy...more pills...) and Mom is looking into the possibility of getting an Endless Pool (ya right...in my dreams) for therapy purposes. We'll most likely end up trying to find the nearest place that have an Endless Pool so I hope in there and work 'em muscles as often as I can.

FES Bike

Doc gave us a couple months to see if the muscles will get better and worse comes the worse, I might need to do some Ultrasound therapy or even surgery. Let's hope we don't have to get there.

There are a few decent news lately: I got to spend time with Nicole on Saturday, the concert was amazing and BD's and Sushi Den was amazing also. Thanks to Kiev for suggesting 'em places for us.

Since Nicole is living all the way out in NC and trying to get her mind ready for Basic, I'm still trying to make sure that we see each other as often as possible before she leaves without breaking either her (and my) non-existing wallet. I asked her to go to the Winter Dance with me as a way of spending and celebrating Valentines Day early (and so either her or I have to spend more money trying to see each other) Now I just got think of something to give her. This is going to be a toughy so if you think you know your gifts for a girl during Valentines Day, Twitter me or contact me please, thanks.

Lastly, I finished Dr. Sanjay Gupta's Cheating Death (and starting to read SuperFreakonomics: Global Cooling, Patriotic Prostitutes, and Why Suicide Bombers Should Buy Life Insurance by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner) I am truly amazed what medicine can achieve if we just give it a chance. Be sure to look out for a review of the book over at Knuckles Reviews soon.

Week of January 24th, 2010

I've always been a fan of Steve Carell and of course, the show "The Office" starting Steve Carell and may others.

If you don't know about this show, I highly recommend you check out the show. It'll bring laughs, definitely.

Join me this week and hear about Scranton, the Electric City. New rap by Michael (Steve Carell) and Dwight (Rainn Wilson)

Sorry for the quality of the video, this is the best I can find on YouTube. I'll update the video once I find a better video.

Week of January 18th, 2010

On Tuesday January 12th, 2010, the world stopped.

We've all heard of earthquakes. We've all heard of the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake that contributed to the tsunami in Asia. We've seen pictures, footage, and the news surrounding the events that happened in Haiti. Though we may never truly understand the result of this earthquake, our hearts ache with those who must bury their loved ones while keeping the hopes that maybe, just maybe someone they know and love is still alive within the fallen structure.

As soon as the word spreads, the rest of the world came together asking the same single question, "What can we do?" and just like that, it doesn't seem like there's different faces in the world but as one human race. And within some of us, there is doubts of helping and within the event in Haiti, more political questions were asked rather than doing more helping. Why?

Join me this week in listening to Declan Galbraith and ask the question. Why?

New Blog

Wow this has been a huge project...one I must say kind of went out of my own expectations of the release dates and so on.

A lot of things have happened in my life of which probably cause the late release of this new blog. But of course, trial and error and I finally settled with this theme not to mention the new banner. Through this, I've actually learned a lot about myself and also my skills regarding the use of technology and more.

New Banner!

As you can probably tell, there are a lot of new things going on with this blog. On the top right, just below the new banner, you can now see my tweets in a much cooler view rather than the old boring texts. There's now a search bar of which you can search through my blog of any related subjects.

There are now an easier way of displaying the amount of pages that this blog have to offer. It might not seem like much right now but trust me, over the years the pages will expand to a much larger scale.

One of the most satisfying new subject about this blog is the music. I've added some music that basically relates to who I am. If you're not hearing music, scroll down the page a bit and it should start playing on its own. If it doesn't play for you, please contact me and I will fix the problem right away.

Hope you guys like the new blog!

P.S. There are still some stuff I'm trying to figure out. Like having smileys on Blogger instead of the boring :) Also, I am patching up my new Reviews blog as we speak. Links are already provided but don't think it's the final draft!

Random Thoughts

If you haven't noticed, my random thoughts are rather...long...

That's what she said...

ANYWAYS! Moving on....

1. Sorry for those who are just so eager to see/read my new blog and read/see my other blog that I'm going to start. Life's been pretty crazy right now and...well the plan to release the reviews blog didn't happen when I wanted to. I'm setting a goal for myself to have the reviews blog up by the end of the month. And hopefully this blog will be transferred over to Blogspot by the end of February.

If that doesn't happen, go easy on me will ya? I got 2 concerts to go to within the next two weeks. Then I got colleges visits coming up in February and March. So hopefully this entire blog ordeal can be over before I actually get to college!

2. Last night, just before I went to bed I tweet something that was kind of long/general but at the same time, for my good friend Elizabeth. Now I'd like to share it with you guys. Hopefully, that someday everyone may experience life through death. (When did I become so..."strange" with words?! I can still remember how I used to write...scary thought to look back at my old work)

When I was younger, I often hated the fact I'm part of a military family. Not because of the moving, not because of making new friends, but I was constantly surrounded by death. By the time I was in elementary school, I went to more funerals and memorial service than I can count. I knew what other kids my age didn't know. I knew that death isn't just about that "farm in the sky" or the fact that someone is "sleeping now." I was surrounded by death and I never really enjoyed it, I never really liked the idea. And truly, I constantly wish that it's something that we as humans can avoid.

But now, I don't mind it as much. Maybe it's because I've grown. Maybe it's because I've experience more than just death itself. I've experienced life through death.

Seeing my friends and people around my age crushed by the death of a close family member or a dear friend hurts me and in turn wish that there was something I can do for 'em. But I can't, they must experience life through death also.

Ultimately, I'm glad I got to experience death so early in life. I'm glad that with deaths brought me knowledge, experience, and the will to live life to the fullest by challenging and questioning myself, constantly.

If I can have one wish and one wish in the world. Is to let everyone experience life through death. Then maybe, death wouldn't be so difficult to endure. Then maybe, people may realize that death is not the end but rather, a beginning.

Take care of yourself, Elizabeth. And like I said to Sean, "It's never goodbye, it's only see you later."

3. For those who have been asking about my family and how Sarah is doing, all I can say is fine and ok. The drama earlier with my parents seem to have been put away (but hopefully it's completely solved)

Dad haven't been himself lately and I don't dare to ask. Maybe it's got to do with work, with Mom, Sarah, me, or other stress an adult got to handle. So, I leave that be. (Though we've had several good talks when we are outside smoking- strange how something so bad for you can also be great...)

Mom's been doing good (or great?) she spend the weekend in Las Vegas- LUCKY!- for the CES (Consumer Electronics Show) -DOUBLE LUCKY!- and just got back yesterday. I think she's still enjoy her maturity leave and the time with Sarah. She's going back to work soon though, so haha for her!

Sarah's doing great. Well as great as a sleeping, crying, eating, and pooping machine can be! Can't believe she's almost 2.5 months old! Sure felt like we just brought her home yesterday!

Dosh is doing fine. About a week after Sarah came home, I am convinced that Dosh no longer likes me. Or rather, have a new favorite pal, Sarah. (Dosh's been sleeping in the nursery ever since Sarah came home) Guess in a way I should be glad I got someone to look out for Sarah when I leave for college.

4. Picked up several books that looks pretty amazing. After I read 'em (I'm still currently reading "Cheating Death", by the way...) I'll be sure to do a review on 'em for you guys (the reviews will be on the reviews blog...which, look over at thought #1 for more...) and if you read the book already and think they are just so horrible, I shouldn't even touch 'em, let me know!

The Books are:

D-Day by Antont Beevor
Valkyrie: An Insider's Account of the Plot to Kill Hitler by Hans Bernd Gisevius
Moment of Truth in Iraq by Michael Yon
None Left Behind: The 10th Mountain Division And the Triangle of Death by Charles W. Sasser
Little Brother by Cory Doctorow
From Baghdad to America: Life Lessons from a Dog Named Lava by Jay Kopelman- If you haven't read From Baghdad, With Love, you should! It's an amazing book! I'll be reading it again sometimes in the future (most likely before I read From Baghdad to America) and do a review on that also.
Shadow of the Sword: A Marine's Journey of War, Heroism, and Redemption by Jeremiah Workman

5. Got a surprise visit today at school from a good friend of mine whom I haven't seen since Freshman year. She's a brat also and with the PCSing and so on, we haven't seen each other for at least 3 years. (Nicole was one of my friends that truly stick around and helped me and my family out when I got hurt, she's a great person) It was sure a nice surprise to see her standing next to my car today when I got out of school.

Nicole and I talked and we did a lot of catching up on what's been happening for the last three years. Where each of us been, what we've been doing, and so on.

I told her my plans for college and she surprised me with "I enlisted". (She's the last person I'd thought who would enlist- her parents got a lot to do with it also) But she enlisted (31 Bravo) and shipping out soon.

I told her about Sarah and she hit me with a "I met her already, she looks just like you."

I said, "You look good." she answered with "You too and your chair does too."

I didn't want to talk about the chair or the accident but somehow she convinced me to. I think this is the first time I've ever talk so deeply about my injury with someone my age. And just as things get serious, she would make me smile about the crazy things we used to do.

We had an early dinner with Nicole and her family later on. It was great to connect with 'em and talking with 'em again. Sure hope we keep talking for a long time, hate to not being able to talk or keep in touch with such a good friend.

Overall, today's been a long day but it was a good day. A really good day.

Weekly Update

First off, for those who are wondering how I'm doing with the new blog, it's a work in progress. Since I'm back in school, I don't got as much time on my hands. So I'll try and get the test blog going and what not before making some huge changes to the main blog. Thank you for being patient with me as I get that sorted out and what not. Hopefully I can have the test blog up by the end of this weekend.

Now...onto several things that happened this week.

1. On Wednesday, I went to see my friend's Dad, who happens to be a Pastor at a Presbyterian Church nearby. We talked about nothing but religion. He told me a lot of things that I was just wondering about and well...after talking to him for an hour. I must say that I felt really good for some random reason and got this strange feeling that I've never got before. He gave me a lot of materials to read and after finishing up 3 little booklets of it, I'm glad I talked to him. I'm intrigued by the ways of the Presbyterian Church and so much more. Bits of me even wants to start going to a Presbyterian Service on Sundays just to see what's the difference between that and Mass.

If you don't know, I'm baptized into the Catholic Church, so well I don't know how my parents will feel talking to a Presbyterian Pastor about anything let along thinking of going to a Presbyterian Service. I do know what my Grandparents will do though if they ever find out. They'd probably throw a crazy fit and fly out here just to bitch at me.

Later that afternoon, I cried. Out of nowhere, just cried. Maybe it was the song I was listening to on my iPod or something but for some reason and at that moment I missed Sean so much, I cried. Wasn't for a long time, maybe 10 minutes or so while I shut myself in the bathroom and just cried. Now I hate crying and crying sure didn't make me feel better about anything around me so I don't even know why I cried. I was just missing the little guy is all.

2. Yesterday, Bama won against the Longhorns. Call me a "bad Texan" if you wish but I never was a Longhorns fan. Glad Crimson Tide won, extremely glad. I'm just going to post what I wrote on the day of the game.

"Sitting here hearing that McCoy won't be back for 2nd half got me thinking. When will coaches learn that you always got to train your backup player as if he's your star player. You don't leave a freshman hanging thinking that your star player is invisible. When will players learn that they got to train as hard as the star player and much more and always expect the what ifs. You can't go on your year thinking you might never play. I personally had to talk to my backup for hours just to get him going on the receiver spot when I got hurt. Truly, they say don't put all your eggs in one basket. And they're right."

3. Last night, I dreamed about football. Sure was nice to make a catch like that again on my own two feet. Sure is nice to hear the crowd and see my teammates out in that field. Just weren't happy I had to wake up because the alarm went off.

4. Before last night, I've been having the same dream over and over again. In my dream, I'm in my kitchen, telling my parents that I'm going to enlist. Next thing I know, I'm going to basic. Next thing I know, I'm back at home after OSUT. Next thing I know, I'm in the airport saying goodbye to my parents and Sarah because of a deployment to Afghanistan. I told my Dad I want to do SFAS when I get back. My Dad, being who he is, said to me: "There is nothing I can teach you that will prepare you for SFAS." after a long pause, he said, "when you come back, I'll show you what I know." I remember hugging and kissing my Mom. I remember holding and kissing Sarah and I remember shaking Dad's hands before leaving.

Then I heard a knock on the door while I was sitting in the living room. I saw my Mom answering the door. Two men dressed in their class A's were at the door. I held my breath, I knew they were CNOs. As my Mom asked 'em to come inside, I told my Mom to sit down next to me. We knew what was coming.

"The Secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret that your son, Matthew was killed in action...The Secretary extends his deepest sympathy to you and your family in your tragic loss."

As my Mom sat on the couch crying, I couldn't believe it, I was sitting right there. I called her name but she wouldn't answer.

And just like that, I woke up. I don't know what this dream is trying to tell me or what kind of things may have happened. Just hope that this dream won't ever come back any time soon. I hate to see my Mom cry, when she hurts, I hurt, even if it's just in my dreams.

5. Today, I read an article on Major Nidal Malik Hasan from Time Magazine. The article had literally everything about Maj. Hasan, from his childhood life to his high school dreams and beyond. They even had pictures of where he was the morning of the shooting, pictures of the places he grew up in, everything. And let me tell you, it was 5 pages long. I read every single word of the article and first thing came to my mind was...

Why is it that in this world, articles are often published about the person who has done wrong. Why is it, that in this world, the media focus solely on the wrong doing of a person or the people? Why on earth, are we not reading about the life stories and dreams of the 13 victims at Ft. Hood?! Why are earth, are we not learning about their home-town, their high school buddies, their likes or dislikes, goals and aspirations?!

Articles and articles about such criminal acts are found everywhere. Colmbine, Virginia Tech, Ft. Hood, and so much more. We seems to know and heard everything about Eric Harris, Dylan Klebold, Seung-Hui Cho, and even Maj. Hasan but nothing about any of the victims of such criminal acts.

Why?

Anyways...that's it for this week, hopefully I'll have everything transferred to BlogSpot by the end of the month.

Thanks for being patient with me guys and as always, thanks for reading.

Welcome!

Howdy Folks! Sorry for the detour! Hope your trip out here wasn't too bumpy!

Well this is it guys, this is what you've all been waiting for I don't know how many months. This is the new and definitely only change that will ever happen to my blog. Trust me, I spend a lot of time transferring all my post from Blogger and boy it was hell! (Sorry for those readers who wishes for me to transfer their comments over. Unfortunately I wasn't able to do that so consider that all you guys awesome comments are in my hearts forever!)

Thank you again for all of you guys patients as I transferred everything over. Now there is only one last favor I ask of the readers. If you guys can update your BlogRoll and make sure you have the new link! (And if you ever forget, that's fine also, whoever clicks on the older blog just would need to go through a bit of a detour!)

Also as a reminder, what I did with the Blogroll over here is to transfer the old ones over here then added a few new blogs. If your blog is on here and would like to be taken off, please contact me. Likewise, if you like to be added to the blogroll, also contact me. Thanks!

So come on in and settle down in the new blog- Wheelin' Knuckles!