I Don’t Wanna be a Cowboy!

Have you seen the Seinfeld episode when Jerry puts on a pair of cowboy boots only to  realize he looks utterly ridiculous?  Kramer of course tried to convince him that he looked spiffy and said “You look like a cowboy…”   Jerry’s quick reply,“I don’t wanna be a Cowboy!” What was wrong with the boots…absolutely nothing,…

Lessons I Learned from Bugs Bunny

I enjoy writing and sometimes it comes easy; however, more often than not, I find I can’t think of a damn thing put on my blank sheet of paper.  Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a big talker.  I wish I were, then perhaps I could escape the awkward silence that comes when your brain…

Waiting is Good

There’s something in a bowl of soup that just comforts the soul…especially homemade.  I’ve got a bowl beside me as I write.  It’s too hot to handle at the moment so I’m letting it cool.  Its the last bowl from a pot of vegetable beef I made Sunday.  It tastes just as good as it did…

The Liar We Believe

“The God that holds you over the pit of hell… abhors you…He looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire…You are held over in the hand of that God, whose wrath is provoked…You hang by a slender thread…”  ____Jonathan Edwards/Sinners in the hands of an Angry God How…

Secret Under the Pits

Has it ever happened to you?  Perhaps I’m the only “forgetful-so-and-so” who peels out the door without it?  There I was… picture it…  Ready for work and heading out the door.  I cranked my truck and smiled because I was somewhat ahead of the game; therefore, I wouldn’t have to speed to make it on time.  Feeling smug…

Jesus Freaks Incognito

Am I a Jesus-freak?  This question slapped me in the face as I flipped through the pages of a very old Bible.  My fingers journeyed through Matthew, Mark, Luke and John and my eyes read the captions above each grouping of verses.   It honestly felt as if I had picked up an old photo album…

Scenes From a Winter’s Run

I laced up my sneakers and wondered if I’d fall on my ass. I’m not a stranger to falling on my ass! But, hey…so far I’ve gotten up every damn time so I guess I don’t need Med-Alert…yet. It was still snowing when I opened the door and the girls (my dogs, Maggie and Danica)…

“Close the Damn, Door!”

“Close the Damn Door!” “Close the Damn Door…were you raised in a barn!  You’re letting out all the heat!” Have you ever heard that one?  I have and many times growing up.  We lived in a one-bedroom house heated by a wood-stove so closed doors were a must in the winter.  However, let me be sure to make one…