Hmmmm.........Blogging.........

Well, I guess this will be my first go at this. People have asked me why I don't have a blog. I don't know what it will turn out to be. This could be my one and only entry depending on how I feel about it later. Who knows?

And if you've entered here expecting the promised land of scantily clad women, I'm not sure that's what I want this to be. It may turn out that way, but I think I've turned a bit of a corner (much to everyone's dissapointment) now that I have a stable life with a wonderful woman who treats me like gold. I don't really need as much of the attention I was seeking when I first entered 2old2play. A lot has happened since I first stepped foot on these hallowed grounds. I've been divorced, changed job titles, lived the rowdy bachelor life, moved three or four times, been to two incredible LAN's, had some great gaming times, found the afore mentioned beautiful woman, and now ready to get married again. I still like scantily clad women. Don't get me wrong. I'm still Cuda. LOL. I just don't know if that's what I want to be known for anymore. But if that's what you're looking for, Durty's blog is a gold mine. Head that way.

So, all that being said, I lost my grandfather this past weekend. I hadn't told anyone on the site before now. His name was Wilburn Fisher and he was affectionately my Papaw. It seems strange to write that now seeing as how I've never lost anyone close to me until now and I'm about to be 34 years old. Most people don't have the fortune to be able to know their grandparents for 30+ years and my grandmother is still healthy as a horse although this has been hard on her. My Papaw had Parkinson's Disease and this last Christmas begged her and my father not to put him in a nursing home. He knew he was going downhill and we all knew that that Christmas would be his last. So my Grandmother (Mamaw) did everything possible to keep him at home and she succeeded. She nursed him day and night until the time came as we all were there to watch him take his last breath. I look at her differently now. I've seen true love. 57 years of marriage and a terrible yet beautiful ending.

Wilburn Fisher 1932-2008 Go rest high on that Mountain.