I don't precisely remember the exact story or joke or whatever it was that I was discussing with my close friend, but somehow I came to the conclusion that, well, sometimes you end up with lambchops.  Or 25 lbs of random elk meat that someone happened to think you of all the people he could have chosen deserved.  Or you end up 15 lbs overweight after a month of straight eating, drinking, and partying when you thought you might get "fit" but instead you got "fit" in another way, fit for another year of trying to make it work for yourself and seeing where the road wants to go.  But oftentimes you end up with not much, if you are young, broke, and working twice as hard as you thought you might be for half of the pay you expected to get because someone told you once that you were definitely going to "be" someone.  These are the stories that I want to tell.  Because they are funny, and sad, and sometimes ugly and mean, and sometimes ugly and funny (see photo below for proof of this particular combination).

A while back a friend of mine and I wanted to start and anti-facebook page and we decided we'd quit the addictive social media site and create something where we didn't show off photos of how good we looked at this wedding, or how sweet our latest adventure was, or how rad we really truly were even though we spent a lot of time trying to prove that we were, thus taking away our respective radness to the declines of imagination and adventurous spirit that staring at a computer comparing yourself to others thrusts you into.  We called it the Ugly Face Project, and this we wanted to complete.  But I had to stay on facebook, as I felt I needed to be connected to it for work, and it turns out I wanted to be connected to pictures and stories about my friends and family instantly as I had gotten used to.  And we didn't start the project then, but my latest swarm of creative energy that doesn't seem to come along as easily as it used to propelled me to restart this blog which I intended to create over three years ago when I first said the story or joke or whatever that ended with the one lined of "sometimes you end up with lambchops".  So whether this long winded explanation will suffice or not, here goes my attempt at sharing thoughts, ideas, and mostly the stories that make up this sometimes funny, sometimes sad, and sometimes heartbreaking, mysterious life I now find myself in.