So, I am unemployed, and starting school.

Ok, I am not sure who will read this, I figure now that I have more free time I should start a blog.  Anyway, For those who don't know me, I am Tim, I have a beautiful Wife, and two crazy, but wonderful Children.  I have a friend with a blog, and I saw that they had inserted code names for their Children, I like that, so without further ado.

Wife = *The Commander*
Daughter = * The Diva*
Son = *The Alien*

From now on any references to the above listed people will be through code names.  I however, have already divulged my identity, therefore you should now know everything there is to know about me.  Regardless of that fact, I am still going to give you a healthy back ground of me, the one reason you are here reading this.

I started life 27 Years ago in California, from what I remember, it was amazing.  All that I had to do was sit, stare and drool all over myself.  That was most likely the only time in my life that I could do NO Wrong...
Alas, That only lasted for a few years, this is where my memory goes south, I honestly cannot remember anything from when I was born up to about 15 Years old.  I think Iraq had something to do with that, That however is an entirely different story.

15 years old, here I am, in Utah.  What is there to do in Utah, well for me it was school, High School as a matter of fact.  So, like a good boy I went, there was this one school that caught my eye, Brighton High School.  Well it was really more that I had to go there being that I just lived down the street.  None the less, Brighton was my school, I spent three years in that endless hallway, and finally found the exit.  I made some great friends, and memories, I found the love of my life *The Commander* and stole her away.  We made some stupid choices early on in our adventures, but we have come to making amends for those.

Together, The Commander and I jumped over the Atlantic, with some assistance of an Aeroplane.  we decided to spend four years in Germany, The ARMY insisted that I stay in Germany.  I did get to take one long vacation while I was in the ARMY, I went to a beautiful desert, with endless beaches (minus the ocean), and the temperature was always warm (100+) I spent 15 months in this desert wonderland and then realized that I had been Deployed to Iraq to fight a war.......  What the Hell....  I wish I had some heads up .

Finally, I came home to Germany, and The Commander was waiting there for me.  Much to my surprise she still wanted to be married, even though I had gone on this vacation without her.  I was home for about thirty minutes and The Commander was already pregnant.

Enter *The Diva*, My little Girl joined us out in Germany, she was an angel sent from heaven, notice the use of Past Tense.  The Diva is exactly that, imagine if you will, taking Patti Labelle, Christina Aguilera, Madonna, Beyonce, and Prince, put them all into a blender and aside from all of the blood and guts, what you would get is My Daughter.  Attitude, is her strongest power, emotion is her ultimate weapon, and she has a Pair of lungs and vocal chords, that would make an opera singer depressed.

Now we are home, in Utah, The Commander, The Diva, and Myself.  We are living the life and I am working a good job.  Now enter, *The Alien*, This boy is not normal.... Trust me.  He is the most interactive, unstoppable, psychopath I have ever met.  He spends 90% of his waking hours building guns with his Lego's, then those guns are used to hunt down and destroy the rest of us, The Diva is usually the High Value Target.  One day I am sure I will wake up to him standing over me smiling, and pondering how to rid the Earth of me. We all have to have something to look forward too....... Correct?  

Now, I am sitting here on the couch, basking in all of my glory, unemployment is upon me, The Diva is arguing with The Commander about who's spot it is on the couch.  They are both trying to sit on the same cushion.  The Diva is now playing with her accessory pet, Squeeks, the Guinea Pig.  I do not envy that Guinea Pig, he gets tortured more than a POW in Vietnam. The Alien is in the kitchen shooting something with his "G.I. Joe" gun, and carrying his Light-Saber around as his back-up weapon.  Oh, and I am watching How It's Made,  it truly is my favorite show.

Well, Thank you for sticking it out this long, I hope that you all now understand, whatever it was that I set out to inform you of.  If not, ask someone else, I am still not even sure what it was.

Timmy OUT!!!!!