Why I Prefer to Live Without Booze

I never downed a beer in college.  Beer pong sounds like ping pong with a beer bottle to me.  Jagermeister sounds like a frightening version of Frankenstein.  I’ve never bought my friends a round of drinks or had an alcoholic drink with a friend.  I’ve never even sipped a glass of wine.

That’s right.  I’m square, straight and maybe even a wee bit uptight about alcohol.

My Grandpa died loving Schlitz way too much.  I remember the smell of him as I’d lean over to give him a kiss as a young girl…there were two smells I distinctly remember and they were beer and bologna.

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Is it Ever OK to Say You Look Good?

Yes, it is.

It’s okay to tell yourself you look good.

God made you and he doesn’t make junk.

That doesn’t mean you have to go around telling everyone.  It doesn’t mean you have to send out Christmas cards saying “I look good” or post it on Facebook.  (Post that and see how many people unfriend you immediately.)  Plus, the people that already think they look good always post pictures of themselves anyway.  One young woman I know changes her profile picture at least 1-2 times a week.  She thinks she looks REALLY good.

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Why You Have to Minimize The Monsters in your Head

I just got off an hour and 46 minute phone call with a friend.  Yes, I said 1 hour and 46 minutes.  I don’t think I’ve ever talked on the phone that long to anyone…not my children, not my husband, not even my best friends.  But, this friend has some monsters in her head going on.  And they were BIG ones.

We had to put them to bed.

They were threatening to eat her alive.

They want her time and her life and her heart and her soul and her home and her relationships.

They want all of her.

They want to consume her, to render her unfunctional as a human being.

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The Wonder of “We”

He went bald.  I gained 89 pounds.

We made 3 miracles named Candice, Kelsey and Travis.

We went to church every Sunday, together.

We moved 13 times.

We had 5 dogs, 3 cats and a horse.

I fired my boss, tripled my income and got to come home and be with my kids.

We rehabbed 30 houses, before recycling was cool.

He was the realist.  I was the dreamer.

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