If you’ve followed me for any time on Twitter, you’ve probably heard me mention that I don’t drink. Other than that, I don’t really talk about my past very much. And for good reason – it was rather bleak. And this post isn’t my foray into sharing those dark days. Doing that will come later – when I can organize my thoughts into something that resembles a storyline. But I will say this about that time – despite the rage…
When Elizabeth Edwards died on Tuesday, it made me think about death again. Our 13-year-old dog died recently, and it caused some serious grief. Yet, I felt nothing for Edwards. I didn’t know her. I didn’t even know *of* her, but for the fact that she was married to a guy who ran for president and who was unfaithful to her. I also knew she had cancer, but that’s about it. So I tweeted: When I hit ‘send’ I knew…
I spend a lot of time alone. It’s not for everybody, but it works for me. Tonight in the shower I didn’t want to get out. It’s been ridiculously cold in Charlotte the past three days. It always feels like December is the coldest month. I know that statistically it’s not, but it always sure feels that way. I think it has to do with the move out of warmth and into cold. It never feels as cold in February…
I really want to hate Target’s creative work for Christmas, but can’t. *** Jim Mitchem/@jmitchem
Once there was a boy who wanted to be an astronaut. So he blew and he blew until he had a balloon large enough to carry all of his stuff. But when he loaded it up – the balloon wouldn’t lift. So he blasted a hole in the balloon with his bb gun and decided to become a zoologist instead. But one night, during a frenzied full moon, he huffed and he puffed and he feasted on fresh pork in…
When you wake up, you’re sleepy. You shower. Problem solved. You’re naked. You select clothes. Problem solved. You’re hungry. You eat. Problem solved. And so on. But if when the alarm goes off and you keep hitting the snooze button, or if you wear yesterday’s clothes, or you forget to eat – you’ve still got problems. But not you – you’re responsible. You’re a problem solver. Congratulations. As a problem solver, you don’t even realize that every time you solve…
