Give an Egg, Get an Egg

Give an Egg, Get an Egg

At dinner that night, my father asked us what we were going to do to give back to the world. He stated that today was filled with blessings. So, what was our plan to give back? I wasn’t sure. I told him I was going to think about it. A few days passed and I thought about a way to give back. It was called, “Give an egg. Sell an egg.” I heard of kids doing this so I thought I would give it a try. This is how it works…

‘Tis The Season of Giving

‘Tis The Season of Giving

I am embarrassed to say that at this time I haven’t exercised in weeks!  Which answers the question, why do I feel like crap?  I am close to a month behind in my journal writing.  Oh, the thoughts I have wanted to put down on paper and didn’t have the time to.  When I get around to filling in those days, I am certain to have forgotten what I initially wanted to say.

Who Makes Your Rules?

Who Makes Your Rules?
My personal rules are meant to be broken.  I will live by the rules and laws of our land, but that’s where it ends.  Am I unruly?  Sometimes I am.  As long as I don’t hurt anyone or anything, I’m ok. I’m not a rule maker.  I’m more a rule questioner.  I wonder why people make up so many more rules which are self-imposed.
Why take the open box you are given and close it on so many sides?

Le Cummings Centre – Write About It – LIT 276 – Creative Writing Course

Le Cummings Centre – Write About It – LIT 276 – Creative Writing Course

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Gross Entitlement

Gross Entitlement

At the time, I was thinking about all the things I could do to help this situation. I could have walked into Starbucks and asked the entitled a**hole to move his car because he clearly didn’t have a handicap identification card which is needed to use the reserved spot. But, by doing that I would have drawn a lot of attention to myself and I don’t like that. This could have escalated into an argument and that video could go viral. Not for me.

The Superhero in You

The Superhero in You

When presented with a glass which is half filled with water, I’m asked, “Is this glass half full or half empty?”  For me, it’s neither.  I see the glass entirely full to the top!  The glass is filled with water and air, both which are required for life.  If the water is clean to drink, and the air is clean to breathe, and the glass is clean to drink from, the glass is wonderfully full of hope!

Man-unkind, unevolved

Man-unkind, unevolved

OP/ED – With all the advanced technologies, discoveries, and theories why are we not better at being humans? If we can put men on the moon over 49 years ago, why are we not more intelligent? As humans we should have become more intelligent over those 49 years, yet now people are being killed in churches, synagogues, and schools… friggin schools!!! Is there no place of peace anymore?

It’s No Wonder…

It’s No Wonder…

There were only a few differences between my jumpsuit and Elvis’. The buttons on my suit were plastic and his were metal. The weight of my suit was somewhat lighter than his. Elvis’ suit was much tighter to his body than mine. I also added the cape and some red satin lining for image effect. However, at the end of the night, my body was exhausted from wearing such a heavy suit. I didn’t dance and sing under hot lights in it. I didn’t sweat like crazy in it. I didn’t perform in front of 30,000 + screaming fans in it. I just wore it and walked around smiling.  The next day I needed Advil every four hours to deal with my shoulder and back pains. My knees were also aching from the platform boots. I couldn’t imagine wearing this jumpsuit night after night…