Beautiful morning for a walk in Nebraska. The last time I heard this many birds singing at one time was when I hit my head really hard on…well, I can’t remember what it was, but I’m sure we were having a good time.
Have a great day, y’all.
Everyone says that if I want to improve my diet, I need to switch to whole foods. People, that’s what got me in trouble in the first place. I ate the whole pizza, and the whole bag of twizzlers, and the whole plate of nachos…
There’s something very peaceful to me about being in a workshop. And it’s not because you get to use power tools and whack things with a hammer (though those things are indeed therapeutic as well).
Maybe it’s because we live in a broken society, and it’s nice to be in an environment where things can, and are meant to be, fixed instead of thrown away.
Maybe it’s because we live in a store bought society, where everything is available at the click of a button and the swipe of a credit card. But money can’t buy the satisfaction and character of something you did yourself.
Maybe it’s because we live in a society that strives for perfection. And while it is true that there will always be those who seem to be better at it than you are, it doesn’t mean that your works are without function and without purpose.
Worst case scenario…if you totally trash whatever you are working on, it can still serve some use. Even if it’s to make a bonfire to roast s’mores on, or sit around with your favorite people and make the coolest thing of all:. Memories.
Have a good day, all.
P.S. – Seriously, no harmful paint fumes we’re inhaled while writing this post. Only the good ones.
I’ve been married almost 24 years, so I’m domesticated.
I’ve had some health issues in the past few years, so I’m medicated.
I’m domedicated.
Most people’s thoughts on a Sunday:
“What is the meaning of life?”
“Is there a higher power?”
“What do I have coming up this week?”
My thoughts:
“Why don’t they call a cow chip throwing contest a Turdament?”
I woke up in the middle of the night to see the silhouette of a skull and crossbones hovering above me.
It didn’t take long to realize what this means: I am a pirate.
After a little bit longer, I realized that it was not a skull and crossbones, but the shadow of my ceiling fan on the ceiling.
So, um…
1.) Does anyone need an eye patch?
2.) What’s the best way to get rum out of a pillow case?
3.) Can you get a CAT scan on a Sunday?
Have a good day, wherever you arrrrrrgh.
When I went off to college, my mom gave me a roll of stamps and a box of envelopes, and said “use them”.
So I did. I used them mostly to send letters to my girlfriend at the time. I could probably count the number of letters I sent to my mom on one hand.
Smart college kids can still do some pretty stupid things.
So for you kids going off to college…it’s an exciting time! You are embarking on the adventure you have been waiting for your whole life! But don’t forget that for your whole life, you have been HER whole life (and your dad’s, too). And these days, you don’t need stamps. Send them a text, or an email. Even a meme, or a funny picture. Just so they know you are ok, and thinking about them.
Oh, and the girlfriend? Dumped me like a hot rock by the end of the year.
I want my stamps back.
And my mom.
Choose wisely.
