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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: October 2007
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007. What Tammy Taught Me. She was an awkward girl, to put it mildly. Average height, for an eighth grader, her pear-shaped frame was accented by legs that reminded me of baseball bats; they had practically no shape as they narrowed their way down into what looked to be the latest in granny style shoes. Her long, greasy hair and coke-bottle glasses only sealed the deal for Tammy as your stereo typical "total dork". Would have known. The truth was that Tammy, as unlovely as she...
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: Beware of God
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013. One by one, as each 1 minute testimony unfolded, a common thread was weaving its way into a telltale tapestry of a broken church. I got saved as a child, grew up in church and in a very strict religious home and because of the legalism, I eventually hated God. Then when I got older, found out He actually did really love me and it changed my life. Christians cannot be bound! It will lay it all out. Back to my point. So what are we bound by? No really, w. Oh and hey, I happen ...
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: June 2008
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Friday, June 27, 2008. Hey", he replied somberly "Have you heard? I replied. "The World Trade Center is gone." "WHAT? What do you mean gone? I said in confusion. "Gone, completely destroyed." he responded. "I'll be home in a minute." I hung up the phone and relayed the message to Jenny in disbelief. A sense of panic started to come over me. What is going on? I thought to myself. What will happen now? What kind of world will my children live in? Do I even want to have children now? Monday, June 23, 2008.
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: August 2013
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Saturday, August 10, 2013. Sex Ed: A Conversation with my Young Kids. I'm so glad they didn't educate me on the subject of sex until 3rd grade. Yikes. My 5 year old daughter Kylie came home saying the word "sexy" earlier this year and I sorta freaked a little on the inside. Really? It rocked my sexy world! So there begins the line of thinking that has birthed the imaginary conversation below. Soon we will probably have to have this conversation for real but hopefully my kids will be better off than I...
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013. So Be Good for Goodness Sake. The "bad" kids had the stereotypical purple hair, mohawks, skull paraphernalia and skateboards. Of course, skateboards. The "good" boy wanted to be like them and some how we ended up at Noah's ark. At the end of the movie, the "good" boy sees the bad influence those kids might be and walks away as if to say, I'm better than them. He quickly answered as if disgusted by the very thought. "Does he love you? Sure, I get all the age appropriateness and...
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: November 2012
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Thursday, November 1, 2012. The Kid in Me. Telephone. Blaze is finally asleep in his bassinet beside me. Arrow is probably zonked out in his toddler bed with his sippy cup still clenched tightly in his hand and his ball cap still on his head backwards. As I lie here, trying to clear my mind of the day's clutter, I'm my thoughts drift back to the beginning of it all. Is that a line? Does that mean positive? Link: Lyrics to " Come Anyway. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The Kid in Me.
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So Much to Say...So Little Time.: December 2007
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Monday, December 24, 2007. My earliest Christmas memories are pretty blurry. I do remember being fascinated by it all - the sparkle and lights - the colors, vivid and bright; staring at my distorted reflection in the colored glass balls that hung on our tree. I recall touching the lights - feeling the warmth and seeing how my finger tip glowed red. And of course Charlie Brown's Christmas. White Christmas. I recall spending snow days making Christmas treats for friends and neighbors. Decorating and de...
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This and That: The Monster in the Dark
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008. The Monster in the Dark. In a damp dark room she sits. At the air, the ground, herself. For you see she is under attack. It wasn't until recently. Did she know he was after her. The monster in the dark. She began to get cold. She reached up to warm herself, and there he was. The clothes that were once so warm and finely. Are now in rags from the monster. Determined, but unable to see her assailant. She slams into walls all the while he evades her. How can I make it stop! Our thou...
