So, I have commitment issues? And a little bit about me...

Over two years ago, I started this blog. Shortly after that, i forgot about it. I posted one entry and had another saved as a draft. Neither one of them were worth reading and have been deleted and I am starting over. This time, I hope to keep myself interested in it. I'll start off by saying a little about myself. I am a Georgia native, born to a couple Yanks. Mom drug me to the Midwest when I was 5 and have been trying to get back south ever since. I currently live in east central Illinois. I have wanted to do two things for as long as i can remember. One being drive a truck. Two, become a chef. I'm not sure where my love for trucks came from. I just know I loved big trucks almost as much then as I do now. One of the few good things (maybe the only good thing) that I remember about my biological father is that he was a chef. Im guessing that's where my dream of becoming a culinary master came from. Being the oldest and raised mostly by a single mom, i took on a lot of responsibility at a young age. One of them was helping in the kitchen. Mostly just dumping in ingredients when I helped Mom and microwaving stuff for me and my little brother's snacks after school. It was enough to keep my interest in cooking. When i was 12, Mom remarried... a truck driver. Life goal one just became a lot easier to meet. I rode with him every chance I got and loved every minute of it. Fast forward a few years... I have my Drivers license and a pick up that I can't drive. I get a job in the kitchen of a local restaurant and worked there til I was old enough to get my intrastate CDL. This is what really got me interested in cooking and got me into playing with recipes and making my own. As soon as I graduated high school I started driving a dump truck and life was good. When I Turned 21, I went to work for a large interstate company with the goal of owning my own some day OR going to culinary school and pursuing the chef thing. I decided to scrap the both ideas when I found out I was going to become a father, at least for a few years. While it wasn't at the best time, I'm glad that it happened when it did. I didn't want to be one of those parents that was old enough to be a grandparent. I now have two of my own, Dustin (5) and Kelsey (2) and a stepson, Dallas(9). They all seem interested in trucks and food. Other than being Dad, cooking and trucking, I like to fish and ride my Harley, and will be trying to get into hunting this season also.