As my partner-in-(school)crime continues to write, blog, and write some more, I feel that twinge of jealousy.  I was hoping that this place would be our FAMILY archives to creative awesomeness, but it seems I might be the only one who loves to put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, or blotchy pen to cocktail napkin...whatever is handy.  Maybe Sarah would give it a go.  She is my daughter (The MizRizSchyck's daughter for those of you that follow me on Twitter or Facebook), and she has a writer's voice that rivals mine.  I say rival because we have yet to have the ultimate throw down.  I think it may be on the horizon though.

     Are you up for it Sarah?  Huh?  Are you, punk?  Thrown down the challenge my dear, and let's get this party started.

     In any case, I may just take over this particular blog as a way to reduce the stress of, well - me.  Not only am I a legend in my own mind, but that legend often has to take a back seat to playing Mama, Teacher, sometimes wife but more often NAG, and general friend to is either a grand help or one Pear Cider away from being good for anything besides joining you for a wild rumpus.

     With that, let the wild rumpus begin.  Sarah - if you are out there, scanning the skies for your signal, here it is.  Commissioner Gordon has lit up the night.  Come and join the battle.  Throw down the gauntlet and pick you battle.  The challenge is on.