When I woke up next to your mother, I was immediately confused, a little startled, and still very aroused

When I (re)met your mother for the first (second) time, it was obviously awkward. That was probably one of the biggest understatements I have ever made. This goes beyond the realm of saying "that girl is really hot" and, when you get closer realizing, it's your best friend's 15-year-old sister or having to explain to mom what "that" stain is on your pants is (Hint: it probably involved another akward phrase to a special someone like "I ___ in my pants." Fill in the blank). So yah, Awkward.

I guess I should get around to introducing myself. My name is Jake. I enjoy Goldfish crackers and escalating conflicts. I came (not in the same sense in Para. 1) to my friend Eleanor with the idea of a blog and he was only too game to join in. He said, "sure," with the enthusiasm of a wheelchair-bound person being asked to walk again. But then the doctor says "just kidding, you're a paraplegic!" afterwards. We started out the blog by doing what we--even though I cannot speak for him-- do best, procrastinating.

But what motivates us?

Some people are motivated by money, others by improving the earth. Each individual person is different--someone might be motivated to be the best at an individual skill, like counseling or hitting home-runs. Eleanor wants to be a professional journalist. As for me, I am motivated to be the best father I can, and to provide for my 5-year-old son, Chris. However, this would only be true if I was the main character in The Pursuit of Happyness.

Oh, and when you see your mom, don't mention me. Sensitive subject. Did you ever think that the words "urine" and "uranium" must be so similar for a reason? You can really see why:

-Jake