luke the puke, I am your father

Dear everybody,

I decided to make a blog. I'm hoping that it won't turn into a rant... although at times I think it may. I enjoy writing and hope to become better at the process, so I decided to take my friends advice and start a blog. My name is Luke. Since we're at the beginning of our blogging relationship, I suppose I could let you in on a little secret. My name does not rhyme with puke. You don't believe me do you. Well, I don't want to embarrass you, but I will go into the details if I must. First, say the words out loud. Luke. Puke. Luke. Puke. You really did it didn't you. Now that we're past the embarrassing part, you may have noticed that Luke has an 'oo' sound, where as puke has a 'yoo'.  If Luke and puke rhyme, then I am Martha Stewart. And I am not Martha Stewart. On the other side of the spectrum you may be my father and want me to use the force. Yes, I am Luke. And I love everything about it. Life is good, and I hope to share a piece of my life with you if you'll take it - sometimes it'll be a banana cream pie, sometimes key-lime, and on other days, you get the pie thrown in your face. Whatever kind it is, I've learned to make the best of it. The wonderful thing about pie is that you can always choose what you do with it. You can snarf it down, cut it in little slices and share with the whole neighborhood, or throw it in the face of that one kid next door. I believe that we are all masters of our own fate.  And as for pie, I'll just be leavin mine here on the window - and you can swing on by whenever you feel free to have a slice.

Yours truly,

Luke