Why years have to begin and end in the dead of winter I will not understand. The alternative of beginning and ending in the fullness of summer life seems so much more appealing. Somehow this became the norm.
My oldest daughter asked me if a flower she picked would ever die. She asked if a flower not picked would live for ever. I replied, that everything that is alive now will one day die. I told her that a season exists for both life and death for everything. She waved the Black Eyed Susan I picked for her in the air.
Two months after I filed for divorce, a friend of mine who eventually became my children's step mother and the mother of my youngest child and my current wife - Savanah, encouraged me to visit the doctor.
Life is amazing, it's the times of difficulty and challenge when we are face to face with ourselves, the time to see what we are made of. Will we sink or swim. What a blessing!
I encourage everyone to find a path, to live a life they can be proud of. I was hit by some very eye opening realities over the last two years since June 2017, that have lead me to not take my time for granted, to love my family and to grow in every way possible.
Doing so, the clippings blew directly onto me as I walked, since the discharge is in the back and not on the side of the machine because this model is intended only to bag clippings.
I don't do it well. Thinking back on my life I have been a real horses ass pretty much since I exited the birth canal. So many ways can I recall that I was promoted to assume my shit didn't stink. Social, familial, all provided nurturing that lead to my egoism. A huge example, and … Continue reading Gratitude
What has this taught me? - I am not special, I am not exceptional, I do not poses anything that makes me inherently above anyone or anything. In fact if I take a hard look at myself I am worthy of only the most basic, menial task and the lowest pay.
These rejection letters week after week, meanwhile my kids got to eat. And did I mention, despite having one remaining testicle my wife is pregnant! Kid Number 3, Corbin Scott Teague. Now count the members of my Family,
#thatbabybumpthough So here I sit at my OB office trying my hardest not to upchuck while foaming at the mouth and unsuccessfully trying to convince myself that my hands aren't shaking, just so I can keep my thoughts straight and type this. Today is my dreaded 2 hour fasting glucose test at almost 29 weeks. … Continue reading When the Glucose is a Little Too Sweet…