It was a cold January many many years ago, when a young Matt Logan was born on a pile of straw in a south Saskatchewan field. Raised by wolves, he was 14 when discovered by a forest ranger... ( a forest ranger in Saskatchewan? ) Learning to be a human boy was not easy for the young Logan, but it was easier than learning to be a young girl. At 16, he graduated middle school and stole a drivers license which allowed him to get around a little easier than scampering on all fours. One evening, while howling at the moon, ( possibly calling for a mate ) a passing by radio station owner heard what could only be described as a "piercing" voice...and had to hire him. Working for beer, and scraps of raw meat, the rest is history. Now, a more mature "wolf", Matt has settled down and made Brandon his home...

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So.. another year has gone by, and what do I have to show for it? Well... a baby girl that just turned 1... and another pair of jeans with a ripped out ass!

I have to be honest with you, I don't have too much to look forward to for another 11 months. Having Christmas and you birthday within 12 days of each other really sucks. You have to wait 11 months before you get presents again. Now does this make me look selfish? Yes, probably, but I'm ok with that... because I think it's ok to ENJOY getting gifts. True, it's better to give than to receive, but we can't completely over look the "receive" part. I guess I have Fathers Day to look forward to now... so that's a bonus....

In other news... I'm about to embark on a journey that will take me to some dark and scary places. I'm about to start heading to the gym again...and Ugh... I can feel the burn already. I'll be the first to admit, I'm not in the best shape, and if I don't smarten up, my shape will be round. (I'm already a little oval). So, for the next year, my goal is to be able to climb 3-4 flights of stairs without oxygen. I'll be the guy in the gym on the treadmill with a twinkie dangling in front of me for motivation!