Posted on Friday, August 9, 2013 in Uncategorized
We’re gonna finish this week on mysilentscream with an insightful poem by Chris Whitford.
Hope licked its salty lips
And hung close as we both kissed
The lovely hearts of the amazing people
The hearts I keep close to me
In case the hope goes right through me
The hope of TreeHouse is an amazing thing
So don’t give up hope, no, don’t give up heart
Don’t leave this love in shards
Because the hate will eat you alive
But together we can strive
And be the best we can be
They even see the best in me
Posted on Thursday, August 8, 2013 in Uncategorized
As you begin reading today, give Evanescence’s song “What You Want” a listen.
I asked some friends at TreeHouse, “What line stands out? Why that one?”
My friends Erin, Gabe, and Kelly liked:
Do what you, what you want
If you have a dream for better
Erin and Gabe agreed, “I like doing what I want.” Kelly added, “If you want to do something, don’t let people hold you back from doing something good.”
Stand and face the unknown (got to remember who you really are)
Posted on Wednesday, August 7, 2013 in Uncategorized
Do you know someone who really works hard at being someone else?
We all do.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe it’s you.
I have been that person.
When I was in high school I sometimes felt desperate for friends. When I was included – even for a moment – I would try to blend in.
One night I had a guy tell me, “you’re like a chameleon.”
It was true.
I tried to fit in.
I would even try to talk and act like others.
The truth is, I seldom was really accepted.
Not by them.
And not by me.
Posted on Wednesday, April 10, 2013 in Uncategorized
I’m not cool, and I’m cool with that.
I wasted a lot of energy when I was younger worrying about being cool. It’s way more fun to forget about that, and just be yourself.
(Tears filled my eyes as I typed that.)
The less I cared about being cool and the more I decide to become the kind of person I admired the more I like myself.
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Posted on Sunday, January 13, 2013 in Uncategorized
For some people the number 13 is synonymous with bad luck and
13 makes them pause, hesitate, and even back away.
It’s considered unlucky to have:
– 13 guests at a dinner party
– a 13th floor in a building
– a wedding on the 13th of the month
– or to buy a house on the 13th of the month
Posted on Monday, August 27, 2012 in Uncategorized
On behalf of my son Josh, and all students starting school this week and next, allow me to remind you of these excellent suggestions:
Ask questions, it will help you in the long run.
Be yourself, you will be more popular that way.
Check for toilet paper when you enter the stall.
Don’t procrastinate; there won’t be time later.
Get good sleep, each night, it makes school easier.
If you fall asleep in class, expect your teacher to embarrass you.
Posted on Thursday, May 31, 2012 in Uncategorized
I want to start a petition so Twitter.com offers a one-time-use 313 character exception!
On Twitter I follow family and friends, athletes and musicians, world-changers, and beat writers, but nothing, nothing, nothing has made me wanna tweet and re-tweet more than this:
“Gently encourage the stragglers, and reach out for the exhausted, pulling them to their feet. Be patient with each person, attentive to individual needs. And be careful that when you get on each other’s nerves you don’t snap at each other. Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to bring it out.” 1
Posted on Monday, October 3, 2011 in Uncategorized
I am rhythmically challenged.
I am rhythm deprived, I know it, if you know me well, and you know it too.
Many of you have made fun of me to my face; probably as payback for some mischief I perpetuated.
What’s it look like to be rhythm deprived?
While everyone else rocks to the music, I’m hunting for the beat.
While everyone else is caught up in the groove, I’m wondering which way to move.
When I clap, I follow.
When I tap, I wonder; “How soon will I lose the beat?”
When I dance, I count and watch others.
Posted on Monday, June 27, 2011 in Uncategorized
Limits Drain Me
Actually that title was just a clever word play. The truth is some limits drain me, other limits free me.
Let me tell you about my drain problem.
Our washing machine drains into a tub in our laundry room. A couple days ago we discovered the sink that the wash machine drained into was stopped up. After we whined, tried to assign blame and avoided the problem we began to conquer our drain problem.
After two days later we finally conquered it. Now our basement looks like this photo.
Posted on Tuesday, June 14, 2011 in Uncategorized
Yesterday my wife Amy & I celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary.
Thinking back to when I asked Amy’s dad Ron for permission to marry his youngest daughter I can only imagine his thoughts. Having had three children already married lessened the shock, but it’s a huge risk to say “You have my blessing” to a relative stranger.
I never asked, but I imagine he must have though many things including:
“She’s our baby!?!”
Yes, Amy is their youngest child and a dearly beloved daughter. in fact, Amy’s name means “Beloved” and she is and was the beloved daughter of Ron & Rose Fayas.