We will be taking donations for those who wish to give at the following website on IndieGoGo.
http://www.indiegogo.com/a-couple-bucks-and-a-Bible
Oops! So much for me saying this blog would never be about religion...
Monday, October 18, 2010
a couple bucks and a Bible
Hey gang. So A and I decided to take up a cause. Or, rather, we were called upon to begin this cause. We call it: a couple bucks and a Bible. It's mission is to give the homeless two dollars...clipped inside a NIV shirt-pocket New Testament Bible! Ergo, a couple bucks and a Bible. Ta-da!
We will be taking donations for those who wish to give at the following website on IndieGoGo.
http://www.indiegogo.com/a-couple-bucks-and-a-Bible
Oops! So much for me saying this blog would never be about religion...
We will be taking donations for those who wish to give at the following website on IndieGoGo.
http://www.indiegogo.com/a-couple-bucks-and-a-Bible
Oops! So much for me saying this blog would never be about religion...
Saturday, October 16, 2010
brains...
I've been under the weather all week...and I just realized I hadn't posted a thing since Monday. Crazy. Is it also crazy that we are already Christmas shopping for the kiddos? In October?
So, zombie me, all week at work, head in a Benadryl-induced haze, stumbling around looking for my brains. Guess I got my Halloween costume all set though.
A got her costume in yesterday. She's going as a feisty lil' Saloon Girl. Maybe I'll be a Zombie Cowboy.
So, zombie me, all week at work, head in a Benadryl-induced haze, stumbling around looking for my brains. Guess I got my Halloween costume all set though.
A got her costume in yesterday. She's going as a feisty lil' Saloon Girl. Maybe I'll be a Zombie Cowboy.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Darth Sacrifice
"But I have to save you."
"You already have...my son."
Dun. Dun! DUNNNNN!!!!!
***SPOILER ALERT!!!***
So, yep, we rounded out the Star Wars epic by watching the sixth and final installment, Return of the Jedi. Or ROTJ in chat rooms and comic book conventions. You know, I've never been to a comic book convention. They have a stigma, obviously. Always been afraid of catching whatever they're emitting. And that was wrong. They might be pretty sweet. But, that's a whole different blog post. Let's stick to the game plan. And that plan is ROTJ.
That little back and forth dialogue up top was between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, after Luke almost succumbed to the Dark Side and put a steady beatdown on Vader. His anger got the best of him. It also didn't help matters that Emperor Palpatine was all in his ear provoking him and telling him the Rebellion was about to be crushed along with all his friends. Also, maybe didn't help that Vader was pretty twisted and sparked fear in everyone throughout the galaxy. Yea, all those things, led to a lightsaber whipping and a hand chopping off.
But, it was that hand of Vader's getting booted off the show that stopped Luke's descent into darkness. Luke lowered his lightsaber and looked at his own hand - which was a robot hand now also - and was reminded that he was trucking down the same wicked path his father skipped down long ago. Not a good road to travel. No gas stations. Bad restaurants. Heavy traffic. The whole nine.
Needless to say, the Emperor was a tad non-plussed and started Zeus'ing out with the lightning bolts. After a few moments, Vader, with mixed feelings now towards light and dark, after seeing his own son nearly make the same mistakes he did, opted for risking his own life and picking up the Emperor and tossing him into an exhaust shaft. (As we watched this, A remarked that it looked like either screaming demons or lost souls that blew back up from the shaft as the Emperor died. Maybe George Lucas was hinting at something. A little Easter egg for the adults in the audience? Something I certainly never noticed as a kid. Anyhoo...)
So, Vader gave his own life, his life-preserving cybersuit fried State Fair-style due to the Emperor's electricity, to save Luke. Thus, in the end, redeeming himself and becoming one with the Force...
Sacrifice brought him peace. I wonder what I could sacrifice, or let go of, in order to bring on some peace. Hm...
"You already have...my son."
Dun. Dun! DUNNNNN!!!!!
***SPOILER ALERT!!!***
So, yep, we rounded out the Star Wars epic by watching the sixth and final installment, Return of the Jedi. Or ROTJ in chat rooms and comic book conventions. You know, I've never been to a comic book convention. They have a stigma, obviously. Always been afraid of catching whatever they're emitting. And that was wrong. They might be pretty sweet. But, that's a whole different blog post. Let's stick to the game plan. And that plan is ROTJ.
That little back and forth dialogue up top was between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, after Luke almost succumbed to the Dark Side and put a steady beatdown on Vader. His anger got the best of him. It also didn't help matters that Emperor Palpatine was all in his ear provoking him and telling him the Rebellion was about to be crushed along with all his friends. Also, maybe didn't help that Vader was pretty twisted and sparked fear in everyone throughout the galaxy. Yea, all those things, led to a lightsaber whipping and a hand chopping off.
But, it was that hand of Vader's getting booted off the show that stopped Luke's descent into darkness. Luke lowered his lightsaber and looked at his own hand - which was a robot hand now also - and was reminded that he was trucking down the same wicked path his father skipped down long ago. Not a good road to travel. No gas stations. Bad restaurants. Heavy traffic. The whole nine.
Needless to say, the Emperor was a tad non-plussed and started Zeus'ing out with the lightning bolts. After a few moments, Vader, with mixed feelings now towards light and dark, after seeing his own son nearly make the same mistakes he did, opted for risking his own life and picking up the Emperor and tossing him into an exhaust shaft. (As we watched this, A remarked that it looked like either screaming demons or lost souls that blew back up from the shaft as the Emperor died. Maybe George Lucas was hinting at something. A little Easter egg for the adults in the audience? Something I certainly never noticed as a kid. Anyhoo...)
So, Vader gave his own life, his life-preserving cybersuit fried State Fair-style due to the Emperor's electricity, to save Luke. Thus, in the end, redeeming himself and becoming one with the Force...
Sacrifice brought him peace. I wonder what I could sacrifice, or let go of, in order to bring on some peace. Hm...
Saturday, October 9, 2010
keep the change
Okay. I have been wanting the kiddos to learn that money, she does-a not-a grow-a on-a trees-a. Trips to Target and trips to the dollar store are one and the same to the younger'uns. A dollar Star Wars guy at one store is the same as a $35 Star Wars toy at the next. I mean, why wouldn't they be? They're both the same kinda toy. That's the mentality. Of the kids. And people who have never heard of mark-ups, overhead, monopolies, capitalism and child labor. Can you believe the prices Walgreens and CVS charge for their toys? One word: brainmelt.
So, E always like to vacuum. Pretty sweet, huh? Yea, and he also likes money. The jingly kind mostly. Because two pennies is way better than one dollar. Duh.
If he ever sees change laying around - and sometime just outta the blue - he will ask,"Can you give me money?" To which I usually smile and hand him a dime or quarter or something and off he goes, happy as a clam. (Side note: How does one tell if a clam is actually happy or not?)
Anyhoo...so today. Change on my desk. E spots it. Game over. He wants some. This time, I tell him that money has to be earned. That you must work in order to get money. Trying to lay the groundwork for an honest wage earner in the future here. And since he just vacuumed my office I was like:
"See? And since you just vacuumed in here, you earned this money. Do you understand what I mean?"
To which he sort of nodded and mumbled something, then ran out of the room excitedly yelling out that I gave him money. So...maybe I planted a knowledge seed in there somewhere. He's a smart cookie. He already knows who all the main Star Wars dudes are. Show him a picture, he'll show you a name. Holla.
So, E always like to vacuum. Pretty sweet, huh? Yea, and he also likes money. The jingly kind mostly. Because two pennies is way better than one dollar. Duh.
If he ever sees change laying around - and sometime just outta the blue - he will ask,"Can you give me money?" To which I usually smile and hand him a dime or quarter or something and off he goes, happy as a clam. (Side note: How does one tell if a clam is actually happy or not?)
Anyhoo...so today. Change on my desk. E spots it. Game over. He wants some. This time, I tell him that money has to be earned. That you must work in order to get money. Trying to lay the groundwork for an honest wage earner in the future here. And since he just vacuumed my office I was like:
"See? And since you just vacuumed in here, you earned this money. Do you understand what I mean?"
To which he sort of nodded and mumbled something, then ran out of the room excitedly yelling out that I gave him money. So...maybe I planted a knowledge seed in there somewhere. He's a smart cookie. He already knows who all the main Star Wars dudes are. Show him a picture, he'll show you a name. Holla.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Lessons with Superheroes
Not sure why we sweat the small stuff. Maybe because it tends to accumulate into a snowball of many small stuffs as we let stuff slide and avoid the issues. But, it's like Superman sweating fraily human guy Lex Luthor. Yea, he means evil business, but Superman can't be worried about Lex 24/7 and him planning a ruckus. That's living in a world of hypotheticals and what-ifs. That's pretty much not living.
title: "which one of us is the superhero again?"
medium: pen cap on Samsung Caliber screen
Okay, so we no longer sweat the small stuff. Doesn't mean it won't poke it's small ugly head up now and again. However, this time, you take it as it comes. Don't ignore - or avoid - it. Call out the small stuff before he hollers at his other small stuff buddies and the whole thing turns into a gang war. Then...you punch it in the face - metaphorically speaking - like Batman throwing fists with The Joker. Boom. Pow. Done.
title: "order 66. knuckle sandwich, plain."
medium: pen cap on Samsung Caliber screen
title: "which one of us is the superhero again?"
medium: pen cap on Samsung Caliber screen
Okay, so we no longer sweat the small stuff. Doesn't mean it won't poke it's small ugly head up now and again. However, this time, you take it as it comes. Don't ignore - or avoid - it. Call out the small stuff before he hollers at his other small stuff buddies and the whole thing turns into a gang war. Then...you punch it in the face - metaphorically speaking - like Batman throwing fists with The Joker. Boom. Pow. Done.
title: "order 66. knuckle sandwich, plain."
medium: pen cap on Samsung Caliber screen
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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