I have a blog?!

I guess I created this a while ago...as you can see (whoever you are) this is the first time I've written anything on it. I should probably make this first post really lame so that no one has any hopes or expectations for returning. If you do come back...you will quickly learn I like ellipses (and parenthetical statements). And so I will now relate a random story from my life:

Just before my family and I moved into our house in Orem (over 22 years ago) we lived for a short time at my grandparents' house in Lindon. I was three-ish. I remember playing downstairs with this toy hotplate thing (where if you spin a knob I think the colors changed between yellow and red).

So (you'll also find I love the word "so") I had food on my mind. Nearby was some dough with which one might play. I decided to taste it. It was extremely salty; I did not like it. I needed a drink. I figured what I had done was wrong, so I could not ask an adult to get a drink for me because they would find me out. Being a genius, I went outside to get a drink from the hose which was easily accessible to almost four year old me. As the warm, rubbery-tasting water relieved my tongue of the salt which had been attacking it my grandpa stepped outside.

"What are you doing, Steven?"

I started bawling. I had been caught. I explained the whole event to my grandfather who, thinking back on it, was probably quite perplexed.