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Getting Out
Just go to the store for your magazine fix. Don’t, by any means order a subscription. Getting it cancelled is a pain. Harder than getting my daughters to keep their room cleaned. I’ve been on the phone twice now with… Continue reading
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Ugly Sandals
I don’t have a shoe fetish, but I know no one who is as picky when it comes to shoes. Unlike my brother in law Joel. Just give him a pair of shiny white Reeboks from 1983 and he is… Continue reading
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Heels
I commented to Blythe at work that she looked rather tall today. “Yeah, I’m wearing heels.” Apparently just to rub salt in the wounds of those of us who are vertically challenged. Blythe is already tall. Her coworker, Carolyn, replied,… Continue reading
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Bad Attitude
I don’t know if I was tired yesterday and that gave me a bad attitude or if my bad attitude made me tired. I can’t remember which came first, but I had a hard time kicking either. I took it… Continue reading
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Success
I like money. I love the things it buys. But I don’t gauge my success on how high my stack is. If I did, I would have to count myself a failure because so many people have so much more.… Continue reading
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Sunday Lunch
Sunday lunch turns philosophical. Shelby was painstakingly trying to cut Will some more meat off his pork chop bone. In frustration she laid the fork down and said, “It’s all bone. You get no more meat.” Will didn’t miss a… Continue reading
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Water Under The Bridge
Don’t let water under the bridge rise and flood your day. My mind wandered back today an old hurt. Real old. Over 15 years back. One that I’ve moved on from, yet the memory still stings. Then the Holy Spirit… Continue reading
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Turn By Turn
I have to drive to Gastonia today. I’ve never been there on purpose. At this moment I’m not sure how to get to my cousin Roger’s house. And I need to leave in about 20 minutes. But I’m not worried… Continue reading
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Heaven Is Under-Rated
Heaven is not over-rated despite what the rock group, Train, may sing. I hope that they don’t really believe it. If so, they can call all the angels they want, but they’ll never sing with them. My daughter, Shelby, got… Continue reading
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The Short Supply of Silence
I’m not adverse to conversations over all. Sometimes, most times maybe, you can’t shut me up. Especially if we’re talking fantasy sports and my team is whipping yours. Just ask Ray for confirmation. But there’s at least two occasions that… Continue reading