If my memory serves me correct, it was not uncommon for my fellow high schoolers to display a rifle on a gun rack in their truck. This would be the early to mid 90’s.
Dipping was pretty common for those guys back then. I hated it when they emptied their dip in the water fountain.
I was so worried about being called a ball hog and loved Magic Johnson’s passing so much, I only shot the ball six times in junior high. If I had a do-over, I’d take more shots.
Per Snopes, in 1971, the Texas legislature unanimously passed a resolution honoring “Boston Strangler” Albert DeSalvo for his work in “population control.” Representative Tom Moore Jr. introduced the bill to prove that they pass legislation with no due diligence given to researching the issues beforehand.
Yesterday on LiberallyLean, he made a post about the Truck Yard coming to Alliance Town Center and thought the concept was odd. I’ve enjoyed taking my family to both the Deep(er) Ellum and The Colony Trophy Club locations. They are also a great first date place. One of my close friends was an investor. He’s from the Philadelphia area and was responsible for all locations having a proper cheesesteak. According to him, you don’t use provolone, you use white American cheese. Here’s a photo BoyGeeding and DaughterGeeding playing each other on a giant chess board at the Trophy Club location. The venue starts to kick kids out starting at 9 PM.
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.
