Ok, so I’m friends with some people here who live in England. This morning Joseph Hughes posted this video: I thought it was funny, but I didn’t understand it (what is that, like a drive-through safari?) Then later, he posted this video: And I thought that it was funny, too. But I still didn’t get the deer thing. So I googled Richmond Park and saw this on the Wikipedia page: And I thought how much I love the Internet. And…
I came across an article this afternoon about rhinos becoming extinct from poachers lopping off their horns. And encroachment of civilization, but mostly the poachers. Extinct is forever, you know. Poof – gone from the universe. Oh well. We’ll always remember you; we captured some good content. Then there were these stories of American policemen using pepper spray and bludgeoning clubs to get Americans to stop exercising their First Amendment rights. And in Syria they’re chopping off each other’s heads in the…
Wide open spaces and so many places to put my mind – with its restless thoughts like reckless dogs on leashes. A squirrel appears and they break away. I call for them, but they ignore me. So I shout. Others, those with obedient thoughts, stab me with angry eyes upon hearing my raised voice. Eventually, my thoughts return. I’m their master; they have no choice. Besides, no one else would have them. But now we’re back where we started –…
There’s a time in life when we all dream big. When I was a child, I wanted to be an oceanographer or veterinarian. Astronaut was up there too. Even writer. But then something happens. We turn twelve and magic starts to disappear from the world. There is no Santa Claus. Mommy and Daddy work all day to keep a roof over our heads. They’re not particularly happy with their jobs. We start to understand that there’s a reality that exists…
I showed up to work ten minutes late and hung over from a Ted Nugent concert, clocked in, and was immediately called into the manager’s office at the Michaels in Humble, Texas. I was being let go. Not for being late and stinking of alcohol, but for making out with a cashier in the loading dock the day before. Being late and hung over just made it easier on the thirty-something-year-old store manager who himself wanted to make out with…
Our oldest daughter is ten and she’s been playing soccer for five years. We’ve tried turning her on to other sports, but she keeps coming back to soccer, so we support her in it. She’s played on a lot of teams over the years, from five-year-old kids who ran up and down the field in a big clump around the ball, to a group last year that went on to earn championships in both of their season-ending tournaments. I never…
