Hello, my name is Matt. I’m 42 years old, going on 16 at times, and 85 at others. I’ll explain that later. I’m married with three kids. Two boys and a girl. I’ll explain that later too. I have three older brothers and a younger sister. Mom’s still around but Dad died about eight or nine years ago. Whenever it was, it was too soon. I’ll talk about that more too.
I work for an insurance company. More to come on that later also. My family goes to Mountain View Church of the Nazarene. I try to act like a Christian…or at least what my idea of what a Christian is. Whether or not I succeed is another story. You’ll probably hear more about that too.
My hobbies include weekend woodworking (my signature style is “slightly off square”), reading, writing, and watching football (and sometimes baseball). More on those later. I’ve always enjoyed nose-picking, but I don’t think that’s really a hobby. It’s more of a disgusting habit (at least according to my wife).
You might be asking yourself “why all of the laters and mores?” Well, if you haven’t noticed yet, this is my first post. I could tell you all about my past life in this one post, but it would be a really long post. So instead of one gripping, page-scrolling, can’t turn off the computer post, you’ll get multiple ones. Plus, as an added bonus, ones about my current life too.
I will, however, tell you something right now, at this moment. Not later.
Where did my name come from. Well, it’s kinda a long story. You see, when I was born, my birth size was smaller than my brothers. Thus, my dad called me “the weedie-beedie-boy!” One of my brothers decided to call me “weed” instead. The name stuck. Growing up, I was called Weed.
A few of my friends picked up on it, but it didn’t really take off until high school. I went to Salem Academy and I played football. We were good. Real good. And since we were a small school, we dressed everyone down for the Varsity games, from senior to freshman (and probably the water boys too...). And since we were so good, it was quite common for us scrubs to get into a game when we got far enough ahead.
During one of those games, I got in. My brother Tony (who was a junior) and a couple of his buddies started chanting “WEED! WEED! WEED!” as I ran onto the field. The rest of the team picked it up, and then the crowd (at least the student section anyway…) picked it up too. From that point on, I was commonly and affectionately known as Weed. It carried on into college, and even peeked into one or two of my jobs later on in life. Not the insurance company though - that’s way too stuffy a place for something fun like calling one of its employees “Weed.”
As I went through life, and dreams about my career started blooming, I wanted to include Weed in the name of whatever it was I was going to do. However, as is the case with a nickname like Weed, almost everyone assumes that I’m a druggie or something like that. Believe it or not, I’ve never used weed, nor have I ever used any kind of recreational drug.
