Mike The Squirrel now has food and shelter thanks to me and BoyGeeding.
I was suppose to have lunch with my pastor this week, but he pulled out because he was admitted to the hospital due to a splenic infarction. That caused me to use Google for the first time yesterday. Hmm, that might be a neat thing to do, to keep track of what’s the first thing I google each day. Thankfully (somewhat sarcastically) Google keeps track of my search history and habits automatically.
I joked with my pastor that I gladly accept his invitation to preach this Sunday’s sermon, that I’ve been keeping a sermon ready about U2’s use of Christian imagery for just such an occasion. And since he’s a baseball fan, I told him I wouldn’t Wally Pipp him. I thought it was clear I was joking, but his reply made it sound like he was taking me seriously. Maybe it’s his pain medication that’s talking.
The United Daughters of the Confederacy was a significant leader of the “Lost Cause,” a movement that revised history to look more favorably on the South after the American Civil War. Their work with local governments, education, and schoolchildren created a lasting memory of the Confederate cause, and those generations grew up to be the segregationists of the Jim Crow Era. Vox looks at how the UDC rewrote history.
Someone had to pen, that is, physically write, the U.S. Constitution, that person was Jacob Shallus.
There’s no escaping the Burger King commercials which end with, “You Rule!” It doesn’t matter what I’m watching, but it’s going to be played and it’s killing me.
I don’t think I’ve eaten at a Burger King in over two decades.
DaughterGeeding was with her mother yesterday while BoyGeeding spent the day with me. We spent a good chunk of the day at an arcade. Along with video games, we played a lot of air hockey, skee-ball, and shuffleboard. We topped the day off with a DQ Blizzard.
BoyGeeding was determined to get a ball to land in the 100 point hole playing skee-ball. He joked we weren’t going to leave until he hits it. I watched him for a good while, and came close to pulling out my phone to check my email and see what’s the latest on Twitter. But, I told myself, even if the odds are small that he actually does get that 100 point hole, should he look over at me when he does it, how would he feel if he saw his dad on his phone rather than cheering him on. It’s one thing to tell him that he’s a priority and important to me, but it’s a whole other thing to show it. I’m a big believer that if you are going to talk the talk, you better be able to walk the walk. Eventually, he did make one of those wooden balls go through that 100 point hole. He immediately looked at me with an expression of joy and excitement, and that was way more important than anything on my phone.
A close friend sent me this.
By this definition, my ex and her family are child abusers, and I have no problem with this definition.
My faith teaches me to forgive. But I’ll be honest, I’m struggling with ever forgiving my ex and her family for how they denied any communication between me and my kids for four straight nights, and then only grant a five-minute monitored phone call on my son’s ninth birthday. Maybe there’s a definition of forgiveness I’m not familiar with. It’s one thing to hurt me, but they intentionally hurt my children. And from a Christian perspective, I don’t understand how a mother can fund a divorce knowing there was zero counseling and thinking life for her grandkids in a broken family is better than in a united one. The one bright side, at least those toxic people are mostly out of my life.
Again, if you ever want to issue me a citation for public urination, you will find me in the act at my former mother-in-law’s grave an hour after burial.
Speaking of Peyton Manning, last night on the telecast he said the biggest myth in football is “halftime adjustments.” He said never in his career did he made modifications at halftime. I find that hard to believe.
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The world’s most powerful passport for 2023 revealed – Japanese citizens enjoy visa-free or visa-on-demand access to a record 193 destinations around the world, just ahead of Singapore and South Korea whose citizens can freely visit 192.
In Bono’s new book, he wrote the following about his wife:
Ali told me that she loved all of me, that even the troubled parts of my soul were her delight. That she loved me when I was four and eight and twelve, that she loved me before she met me aged thirteen… She didn’t need me to be anyone else. She loved me.
That’s exactly how I felt about my ex. I loved her even before I met her, revealing letters I wrote to God when I was in high school and college praying and thanking God for her. It hurt not being loved or appreciated the same way I did her.
When you feel like your wife is a gift from God and she was made specifically for you, moving on is tougher than the steak she used to cook. It also makes it hard to put together a prayer. That’s when I ask for the Holy Spirit to please interpret my thoughts and feelings into a prayer because I just can’t find the right use of words.
A few time I mentioned to my wife that I felt she was more in love with the idea of a husband than she was for the person I am. She asked that I stop saying stuff like that because it messes with her head and makes her think. I was just seeing if her love for me was sincere.
One thing I want that she still won’t grant is an opportunity to set the record straight. Neither of us should struggle through a parenting relationship because of unsubstantiated stuff one person believes.
Something else Bono wrote in his book, “I can’t change the world, but I can change the world in me.”
In college, when couples talked about what kind of relationship they are in, we called that a DTR. As in, Defining The Relationship. I had a DTR with a lovely woman yesterday. We’ve been messaging each other since September and have met in person a few times. We’re not an item. There’s nothing romantic between us, though there is a lot of flirting. Basically, we agreed we like each other and dating to better know one another with intent. Slow goes it, and that’s okay. I have a lot of check boxes I want checked. She checks quite a few of them, and I think more so than my ex. One thing I like about her, she calls me out on my overthinking and tells me I need to get outside my own head.
I found a Venmo debit card outside my front door. I’m not sure how to find or return it to its rightful owner. There is a name on the back, so I put in a payment request of one dollar and wrote a message that I found their card and if they want it back can contact me via text, and left my phone number.
One time when I was a teen, Dad needed some cash and asked me to go to the ATM for him. When I got to the machine, I couldn’t insert my father’s ATM card (different from a debit card if you can remember) because another card was inserted. I eventually got the card out, took it home, and looked up the owner in the phone book. Her card was returned in less than an hour. That’s how I took care of that situation way back when.
The Stars played in New York last night. I noticed the advertisements on the rink boards where geared for the Dallas market. I bet one day in the future, those advertisement will be curtailed to either our viewing habits or browser history. The Rangers scored on a true buzzer-beater to send the game into OT, which they ended up winning.
There was some point I combed or brushed my hair for the very last time but didn’t realized it would be the last.
Elvis lived 42 years, a hard 42. Lisa Marie lived 54 years, and that was a very hard 54. Let the conspiracy theories begin. Poor Priscilla, she not only divorced and buried Elvis, their daughter, but also their grandson.
Imagine if Lisa Marie and Michael Jackson had a child, and that child being the heir to both the Jackson and Presley estates.
I’m assuming Lisa Marie will be buried at Graceland. I wonder if that is where Priscilla will lie. That’s where Elvis’ grandson is buried and he died in 2020. By the look of things, there’s not much room for other folks to be buried there, but all the Presleys aren’t buried right together.
Keough’s grave is located on the opposite end of his grandfather’s, across the garden fountain. In addition, Elvis’ grave is located between his grandmother Minnie and father Vernon. In contrast to other Presley family members buried there, Keough’s grave is a chest tomb.
Sometimes people refer to Elvis as the Young Elvis or the Old Elvis. I’m now older than Elvis has ever lived, and I don’t consider the early forties to be old.
It’s easy to think of Elvis as some sort of caricature or Halloween costume, but he was actually a son, husband, father; he was human as human could be. Seeing him portrayed seriously on film must have been emotional for Priscilla and Lisa Marie.
Congresswoman Nancy Mace (R-SC) might be the prettiest woman in Congress right now. As a Georgia Bulldog, she’s probably having a good week. In 1999 she became the first woman to graduate from The Citadel’s Corps of Cadets program, which is mighty impressive.
