The assignment is to draw, using crayons or colored pencils, what you want to be when you grow up. You know your answer right away but as you look around the room, you notice everyone else just sitting deep in thought. Nerds. Without having to waste time to think really reeeeaalllly hard, you grab the... Continue Reading →
Pushing down, timidly at first than ever so boldly as you become increasingly impatient, your medal hits the proverbial metal. Like a rocket ship, you blast out and away from the crawlers as you take off. Freedom. You can breathe and man does the air smell good. With the boldness of a child who thinks... Continue Reading →
You think the world revolves around you but it actually revolves around us both. You think that you are better than me but you couldn't be more incorrect. You think you are so very different from me but you are not. You think I am not your equal but you are wrong. I know that... Continue Reading →
Today was a running failure. According to my marathon training schedule, courtesy of About.com, I was supposed to run 12 miles today but sadly, that did not happen. I would like to blame someone/thing/place, but as Charles Jones always says, "no one is a failure until they blame somebody else." Suffice to say, I don't... Continue Reading →
"Well, guilty as charged" Dan Cathy
A rundown in baseball, also known as a pickle, is anytime you have a base runner who's between bases, with defenders on either side, who are trying to chase you and get you out. What happens is they throw the ball to one defender, and then the base runner runs the other way, and at some point, they try to get it closer and closer to where one of the defenders can tag you out. Typically, the defenders win hence the term, from the point of view of the 'stuck' runner, pickle. It is safe to say that Chick-fil-a is firmly in quite a pickle.