I am . . . JC.

I am . . . me.

I think . . . therefore I am.

I know . . . how to play an Egyptian Drum.

I want . . . I want, I want, I want, me, me, me, me, mine, mine, mine, mine, now, now, now!

I have . . . a dirty thumb.

I wish . . . I could get drawn for Elk.

I hate . . . vinegar.

I miss . . . my Charger.

I fear . . . no one!

I feel . . . heartbroken for neglected children.

I love . . . my wife and kids. (You too, Scout.)

I hear . . . screaming, laughing, playing...Mandy talking...

I smell . . . pizza bites.

I search . . . for nothing. Lola does it for me. (We named our GPS.)

I wonder . . . if the pearly gates are really made of pearl.

I regret . . . nothing. It's a waste of time. You gotta put your behind in your past.

I care . . . nothing for what others think of me. (Unless it's good!)

I always . . . cough.

I am not . . . a serious person. Unless I need to be.

I believe . . . everything happens for a reason.

I dance . . . at my wedding. ONLY at my wedding.

I sing . . . when I drive to work.

I don't always . . . brush my teeth. I'm not afraid to admit it.

I write . . . in capital letters.

I win . . . whenever I play "Friends Scene-It."

I lose . . . sight of the big picture sometimes.

I never . . . cease to amaze myself.

I listen . . . to the song "Simple Man" by Shinedown an awful lot.

I can usually be found . . . if you look hard enough.

I read . . . at work, during my lunch break. (currently, the first book in the "Bourne" Series.)

I am happy about . . . where I'm at.