Why does Sharples shout?

Easy answer, because he can.  And probably always will be able to.

This is me.  In case you're wondering, I don't play the ukelele.

The hard answer will take a little bit longer to explain.  This isn't my first blog, but I certainly hope it will be the most comprehensive.  So, why am I writing it?  Well, I have decided that I like the way I think. So, I want to give the tens of people who may or may not read this the opportunity, nay, the privilege, to see how I think and why I think the things that I do.  It might get a little crazy in here. Don't be alarmed.

Also, for some reason, I feel an innate desire to chronicle all of the things that I do.  Because I know that my future children will care SO much about that time I made salt dough ornaments with their mother, or got into that crazy motorcycle accident where I met Jim Carrey. Okay, so neither of those have happened. Yet. But I have complete faith that both of them will.  And on the off chance that they do, I will need a place to document it, virtually, of course, and this is that place.  Let's just hope all (both?) of you readers out there care more than my children will.  And to future Jim Carrey, sorry about the car door, but can I have your autograph?

My last reason for writing this blog is a little bit more selfish.  See, sometimes life can get a little boring.  Unless you look at it from behind a computer screen.  Suddenly, when writing a blog, that green jello salad you made last night becomes the most interesting and hilarious thing that has happened since the last time you posted.  So, I guess the last reason would be that I want to entertain myself.  And make life more interesting.  Because jello salad without a blog on which to post about it is just gross.

So, now that you know the motives behind my blog, and you're still here, we are completely safe to continue.  After a few words of safety.  Buckle up.  Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, and enjoy the ride.  You may want to have a trash receptacle nearby.  You might get queasy.

I know I will.