i can’t wait for it to be fall, but i have been craving me some christmas lately.
Category: Hmmmm
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the bench monster
check out what my friend jeff and some of his cohorts did in his east atlanta neighborhood.? so cool.?? three minutes. that’s all.
be love.
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is this rude?
as you know, i have lived in the south. in texas. the red river kind of south. not the south-south.
in the red river south, we have our own breed of rednecks. but alas, i am learning the south-south has yet another breed of rednecks altogether.
(by the way, i love rednecks. this is by no means an anti-redneck post. the ceiling of my car is coming unglued, i have a gravel driveway, and i shot my first rifle at the tender age of nine, so obviously i am somewhat born of this breed as well).
now, my friend shaun has talked about his redneck neighbor before. and his redneck neighbor even has a blog. one day, i hope to meet redneck neighbor. but until then, i have my own redneck neighbor to deal with, and i have a question to propose to y’all.
here’s the skinny.
my redneck neighbor’s driveway is next to my driveway. i see it when i leave. when i come home. when i go on my deck. when i take out the trash.
my redneck neighbor has a little planter wall. on this planter wall are several cans of budweiser…some askew, some crushed, some full of cigarette butts, and all piled up into a replica of pike’s peak.
[at one point, he had creatively made a budweiser-duct tape-sticks-cigarette butts effigy using a button with obama’s face on it for the head. it was like a little budweiser obama stick figure. which was held up by a rusted folger’s coffee can. this has now disappeared, leaving me a little disappointed.]
i am all about respecting other people’s property, but when his strewn bud cans and cigarette butts are in my line of sight, oh, forty-seven times a day, the OCD in me comes out and desperately wants to clean up this budweiser-duct tape-sticks-cigarette butts mountain the next time i take out the trash.
[using heavy duty yellow rubber gloves and a gallon of purell, of course.]
so my question to you is this…would cleaning up this nasty redneck trash pile be rude of me? or helpful to him? because you see, i of course am only doing this to love my neighbor. right?
ahem. right?
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why aren’t you an atheist?
my friend, the friendly atheist, wanted to ask you guys a question:
What are the biggest obstacles you have to becoming an atheist?
I know you’re not trying to become atheists, but I guess I’m looking for things like “Something must have created the Universe, and if God didn’t do it, then what?” or “Atheists have no meaning in their life”… something that’s NOT “I believe what the Bible says.”
i’m curious, too…
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living in america vs. the american life
chris and i recently watched a great documentary called ABC Africa, which was filmed in uganda
after watching it, chris said,
“i don’t mind living in america. i just don’t want to live an american life.”
pretty smart, huh?
discuss…
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i never do this, but…
tomorrow.
you will want to make sure to check back here tomorrow.
in the spirit of it being 8/13, i will schedule the post to go up at 8:13 am central time.
what’s this post about?
it’s about you.
you have done something incredible and i don’t think you even realize it.
8:13 tomorrow.
i can’t wait to see your faces.
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why can’t we say no?
last night, i asked you what you’d like to hear if you were attending a breakout session or workshop about burnout.“how do i say no?” was probably one of the most answered responses.
so…now i get to ask you, why can’t we say no? should we say no? how can we discern when to say no?
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ironwoman
ever since i can remember, i’ve always been borderline anemic. at least that is what my doctor has always said.“you’re not quite there, but you’re on the low side of healthy.”
and even though i’m from texas, i’ve never been a steak girl. in fact, slowly, i’ve been eliminating meat from my diet…not for any ethical reason…i just really don’t like the taste of it (except bacon! YUM!) and it’s getting really expensive, too.
i went to the doctor last week for something minor, and since i was a new patient, he did a full work up on me, including blood work and a stress test (my dad has a wicked heart history).
the results came back early this week, and evidently, i’m starting to get old.
first, i was “mildly anemic.” no more dancing on the edge. i had crossed the line into low red blood counts.
so, he told me to start on some iron supplements. or start eating more meat. i chose the supplements.
then he told me my heart beat was funny after i ran on my exercise stress test.
psshh. whatever.
and he told me to start taking a low dose beta blocker for a month to see if it helps. so, i started those this week too.
ummm….is this what being almost thirty is like?
