Something else about me (just in case you were curious): I love puns! Love ‘em!  Absolutely adore them!  I think puns are the best … I’m going to go ahead and blame this affliction on my mama who facilitated my early exposure to Xanth novels (and anything that you can blame on your mom is a plus).  Anyhoo, I’m getting ready to leave tomorrow for a cross-country adventure with my best friend and have been busy, busy, busy all day getting ready; so for today’s post … here’s some bull:

(Get it?! heh …

If you know me, this won’t come as a surprise.  If you don’t know me, don’t let this come as a surprise.  I am notoriously accident prone.  As a matter of fact, I imagine a good portion of this blog will chronicle my various escapades and trips to urgent care.
Additionally, I never do anything “cool” to hurt myself … I can’t share some harrowing adventure to explain the bandages, casts and stitches I’ve sported throughout my life.  It’s always some stupid, easily avoided mishap.  What could make it worse?  Well, …

An alternate title that I considered for this post was, “Hey, you, #1! You little $*&@# get yer tushy movin’!” … but that wouldn’t fit in the allotted space without throwing off my delicate sense of aesthetics

But really, I do LOVE Ranch Sorting (or Team Sorting – whichever you prefer).  If you aren’t familiar with the sport I suggest you immediately go and partake.  Round up some small bovines, put a couple of round pens together, throw some ice on the Coors and call all your friends.  (I guess …