Diary of a Cage Fighter (Journalist) In Training

What’s a guy gotta do to get some comments around here? Maybe this post will do the trick. Well, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day have come and gone already, and without any accolades from this embarrassed blog author. I haven’t been thanking mom and pop enough for all the love and support they have given me over the years. They are the best parents a smart aleck of a son could ask for. And ladies, you should be thanking them, too. It was their genetics and child-rearing techniques that resulted in my debonair personality and towel-picture good looks. And it was their flexible and generous curfews that allowed this stud of a stallion to sow his wild oats in my later high school years. This may be a scary thought for everyone out there, but I almost was never born. My mother was in the convent during her teenage years. Just imagine if she had remained cloistered. The Jaymz Tobe fan club may never have existed. Luckily, attractive males, which I suppose includes my father, assisted by her loss of interest in the strict religious life, lured her back to a secular life and eventually a marriage to a young and handsome Russell Tobe. My dad is the best. I owe a lot to that man. People often recognized me as “Russ Tobe’s son” when I was growing up, which was something that I was never ashamed of. When asked, I was proud to say “Yes I am”, and then smile ear-to-ear. I am comfortable with the fact that I am continually becoming more and more like him every day. My parents are always there for me. Just yesterday, my mom typed up my resume on the computer from a hard-copy so she could e-mail it to me. I don’t deserve to have parents so great, but they’re stuck with me, so we’re a happy family. Thanks again to my mom and dad for everything you’ve done for me. I only hope that I’m making you proud, which is the ultimate goal for me in my life.

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