As busy as Mike Snyder stays, I hardly know how he has time for playground games. Nevertheless, he tagged me, and now I’m “it” until I post this meme. Here’s the (mostly true) scoop from A to Z. Accent: Texas (I like to think it’s on the gentler, less obnoxious end of the spectrum.) Best […]
Your mission (whether you accept it or not) is to guess what I.S.E.E. stands for. Here are your choices. A. Indigestion Solutions for Enchilada Eaters B. Intergalactic Spacetravel and Extraterrestrial Encounters C. International Symposium on Earthworm Ecology D. Igloo Society for Extroverted Eskimos Of course, you can suggest other ideas in the comments (but you’ll
Some people compare themselves to smarter, richer, better-looking folks and feel inferior. Others compare themselves to people who are dumber, poorer, or uglier, and it makes them feel special. I think I’d rather just look at the stars. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* This morning we went to J.C. Penney for a half-price sale. After finding what I was
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I won’t try to explain the mood that prompted what I’m about to share with you. Let’s just say I’m pretty sure I don’t have a future in photo journalism. (Actually, you can blame Grace for the photography and the “models.” I just created the story, if you can call it that.) Meet Gingergreg. After
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Rhetoric about open-mindedness and tolerance aside, everyone has a worldview. A creed. A set of I believes. Our worldview is the lens through which we see and understand everything, and nothing passes into our minds without first passing through it. I don’t often wax philosophical on this blog. The “view from here” I express is
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For twelve years a flower pot has adorned my dressertop. It was lovingly decorated for me for Mother’s Day by the nine-year-old version of Luke. The school art teacher provided the materials, but she was absent the day the children created their designs. Had it not been for the non-watchful eyes of an apathetic substitute,
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Last night I dreamed that the song “Take the Skinheads Bowling” was written and performed by Mike’s Chair specifically for playing when someone is being intubated. It seemed important at the time.
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Today is George’s and my twenty-seventh anniversary. To celebrate we’ll be leaving in less than an hour for an exotic vacation in (drum roll please) Fort Worth, Texas! Woo-hooo! First stop will be UT Arlington’s art gallery. Our friend, Adam Werner, is graduating with a degree in painting, and we’re going to see his exhibit.
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(One day early, and with sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) To count the ways I love thee Will take a little time (Especially since I’ve set my sights On counting them in rhyme) It started many years ago With feelings set to song– Our hearts were young and innocent, Our hair was rather long.
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I’m home again. Arrived yesterday after almost a week at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference in California. More about that in a minute. I didn’t sleep much while I was away, so I’m playing catch up. Last night around 11:00 PM I tossed the decorative pillows off my bed ready to dive into dreamland, but