start.to.finish.

i'm not one to say much about myself and i'm horrible at introductions unless i'm 5 pints down the hole and my speech has become mumbled and incoherant, then i'm the life of the party. i got the idea, rather, stole the idea of starting a blog from this amazing girl i like to call my own. after reading her blog i thought it'd be nice to be able to join in on the ramblings. this probably isn't the best idea i've had only because when i write i tend to be open and honest and sometimes a little rude, but it makes for great "blogging".

thus, this is to become my outlet. where to begin? well, i suppose it's time i talk about myself so that my "readers" can put an idea in their head of the bloke who's blog they've just wasted 5 minutes on. i'm of irish and english decent, seriously! my father is an englishman and my mum is an irish woman. after my father courted my mum with love letters and swiftly moved to ireland despite the evil gazes he received she fell madly in love and the rest is history. actually not really, my grandparents on both side weren't happy with the idea of their "love" but of course, that didn't stop them. they married and quickly had my sister jaysa who was an only child for five years until my second sister aria came into the picture and ruined her life. after five more years, twenty six hours of labor, a child with ten fingers, ten toes, a nose, mouth, ears, eyes and a welcome surprise of a p**nis came into their lives, which was then short lived two years later when their fourth and final child, once again a girl came trudging along to stake her claim as youngest.

two parents, four children consisting of three girls and a boy later, we traveled back and forth from Belfast, London, Oxford, Paris, and even Morrocco! until finally we made it to a little country known as canada where we all reside and freeze our arses off in the cold cruel weather. we have our traditional and unbreakable mandatory friday night dinners where we gather at my parents' place to eat, be loud, drink, gossip and pass out. heated discussions of how the irish are much better than the english are common, as are the following...rumours of who julian (me) is dating and bets on how long it would last, recipes to be shared, aria and mateo's upcoming nuptials.

before i end off this post, a quick recap of how 2011 is sure to be my year. i got promoted to VP, my travel plans are sure to take me all over the world, and i found love. so, to end the first of what i hope to be many rants, i leave you with this...

"Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Watch your words, for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become habits. Watch your habits, for they become character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."