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Anyway, one day about a month or more ago....time flies when you are a zygote. I am told now that our baby has ears and, well, that scares me because it probably can hear me trying to make Chewbaca sounds. I found out recently, as of a few days ago, that I am generally not able to make Chewbaca sounds. Though I have been told that I do a very terrible Sean Connery impression. "Ryan, some shings in here don't react well to bulletchs..."

As if you haven't noticed, I am not able to keep track of my thoughts, even in a blog. There was a fight today at school and a kid got shanked... with a trident...well not really, turns out he just had his head beat into a lunch table.

Moving on, so my wife goes to the doctor, we all assume to get another round of fertility related stuff done. I am at this point slightly ambivilent, I resolved myself that this would be a long and hard road. So I talk to my wife and she tells me that she got the stuff for pills again, took a scan of her belly...(get in my belly...) and things seemed to be okay.

So I go to practice, scream and yell at some freshman. When all else fails, take out your frustrations on ambivelent Freshman. That is fun. I come home and chels says that she had a rough day and all she wanted was cake. I am always in the mood for cake. You know what I like? Parfaits. So of course I would be more than happy to sit down and chomp on a cake for a week or two. Just as happy as I would be munching on a whole wheel of cheese. I am told Ron Burgandy would find that impressive. So I go to the refrig to grab the carrot cake. I open it up, and look at the cake...and my first thought was..."Why would she put a negative response birth control test in a perfectly good carrot cake." Then I read it, and then remained speechless for the next 5 minutes or so. I frankly was stunned. Something that I truly geniunely didn't expect. Sort of like the Arizona Cardinals winning the super bowl. I surely don't expect it, but if they do win that would be the best thing since sliced bread. Speaking of sliced bread, I love banana bread. Wouldn't mind having a bread maker in the house. So to end this conversation: The moral of the story is: Having a kid is the best thing since sliced bread. And it seemed just as likely as the Arizona Cardinals winning the super bowl. Which interestingly enough makes it all the more enjoyable.

Cause if it were supposed to be easy it would have happened just like all my high school senior girls who got pregnant after prom last year...he he... Some people say, it just takes once,...and I am like no kidding...

Anway, I better be using my post school hours more wisely. Then again do I really use my in school hours all the wisely? You be the judge of that... I am going to go home and try to win the heisman as the QB at the University of North Carolina. Last night I threw for 300 yards and ran for another 100 in a 42-21 demoloshing of the Miami Hurricanes. Not that you care, but I have been told that I have the skills to be an all pro for years to come. I will keep you all updated on the progress when I make it to the pro's. That is in Madden 08. Also please feel free to donate to the "Josh really wants a PS3 campaign" Or in other words...Another reason to stay up late when to take care of the baby while Chelsey sleeps. What do you think i was going to do school work?

Enjoy. Keep it real, and I will talk to you all on the flip side...-Josh