Take An Honest Look At Your Life There is so much to see every day. The barrage of information we face daily is enough to make our eyes turn in a two-week-notice. It seems like we thrive on this information overload. We see everything, hear everything, and have an opinion about most everything. But in … Read more
The past is one of the most important tools we have. It is also one of the most dangerous. When we look back at our history, we can learn from it. It can help us to see areas of our life in need of improvement. It can even help us to obtain a better understanding … Read more
Ton’s of different reasons could apply. It could be an online game where others are counting on him to “do his part” in the game. He could be trying not to let someone down. It is a social contract when you join group games like that. Many games like that also have penalties for withdrawing … Read more
Wendi Anne McLendon-Covey, an actress and comedian, has blown my mind.
She is Beverly Goldberg, a family matriarch, on the ABC comedy series The Goldbergs.
and….
In the improvisational Comedy Central series Reno 911!, she is Deputy Clementine Johnson.
Now and then you learn things that make the world a slightly less confusing place. When that wonderful little moment sneaks into your life, you should smile and make sure your Hulu account is good. Then let the binging begin.
A Reimagined Theme Song by John EdgarTo the tune of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Picard is European born and raised,Rural France is where he spent most of his days.Growing them grapes while going to school, Making that Chateau Picard, them other chumps were fools.When a couple of Nausicaans that were up to no goodStarted making … Read more
Every now and then you look back at the past and are surprised. The memories of events, real and fake have been mixed up and intertwined. Every time we remember something, a slight detail changes. When this happens enough, we can no longer trust memory. It happens a lot in this world.
Today, I realized it was happening to me. I found a photo of a friend of mine. I realized that somewhere between the story the photo told, and my memory of the day, the truth had to exist.
After a long excursion, JohnRobert began a rather intense conversation with the sky about the failures of this road to deliver us from the outside to the comfort of air-conditioning.
After a long excursion thru the most deceitful trails ever to be formed in the hopes of diminishing the population of carpetbaggers and politicians. We were looking for a way back to civilization and had finally found a road. A road with no cars on it. JohnRobert began a rather intense conversation with the sky about the failures of the road to deliver us from an Alabama Summer Heat Wave to a place with air-conditioning and indoor plumbing.
I must admit, upon finding this photo and trying to remember the exact details of the day, I was shocked with the realization of how much the photo did not reveal of this defining moment in my life, in John Roberts life and we can’t forget the stray cat either.
It was obvious that time, had just made the photo dusty and dirty. A little cleaning and it would be right back to it’s true status and would again be a shining piece of history to inspire the generations.
I took my laptop straight to the kitchen and started it on a deep clean cycle in the dishwasher. . . .
This was not as helpful as I expected it to be.
Many, many, many hours later, 5 bags of rice, a new credit card at a Apple Store, and a small bribe involving the marriage of an Apple tech and a Starbucks barista (one of those two will be really excited to learn that i am licensed to perform marriages and that piece of paper I signed means they get a tax break now, and a lot of that dudes debt) I had the photo back and restored to it’s original glory.
Now, years later, the photo of the event finally matches my memory of the day.
Fabulous secret powers were revealed to John-Robert the day He held aloft The magic sword and said…
poor kitty.
What is the craziest memory of yours that has changed over the years? Tell us a story, and make it a great one!
These are the words of Invictus. A poem that kept Nelson Mandela unconquerable when the indignities of apartheid imprisoned him both physically and psychologically.
Why are you giving this woman a hard time? She has just done something wonderfully significant for me… People are fascinating to me. The amount of experience we have in life doesn’t always positively affect how we see the world. We watch the actions of people or the actions taken against them thru the lens of our experiences, or the “group think” lens that is crafted by fear, pride, or speculation. What would change in our lives if we looked at people thru the lens that sees the love of Christ for others? What would change if, when looking at others, we assumed “the best” motive in a situation instead of insisting on “the worst” until it is proven not to be?
“Why are you giving this woman a hard time?”
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