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Wife Watch – Winter Edition

Every year it happens at least once. If you know my wife, you know she is absolutely prone to acts of misforntune. I don’t know why. It’s just the way of the world. Have you ever read the Series of Unfortunate Events? Yeah, she’s the 4th, unnamed Boudelaire child. I have come to accept a theory. The reason she is the recipient of so many mishaps and mayhem is as a scapegoat for the rest of us. We live luckier lives thanks to her sacrifice. What is it that happens at least once a year you might ask? When Winter reaches its nastiest peak, she finds that one spot of ice that we all missed, and face plants. Now… I’m not saying it’s funny or anything, but… who am I kidding? I laugh so hard, I nearly lose my own balance. Let me give you a short example. Our very first winter together was a really nasty one. I had yet to discover my wife was a misfortune magnet. We left our vehicle to go inside. My legs are longer than hers, so I am used to arriving to my destination a couple moments earlier. I sat down in my...

New Friend – Selah in Heaven

What are the chances? Our loved ones exploring Heaven, and bumping into the loved one of our friends down here on earth. Would they hit it off? Surely. My friend over at Drop in the Bucket has a loved one who has gone before. I like to think that maybe my daughter and his are hitting it off as we speak. Especially over their love of bows.

Is That You, Mr. Claus? – Selah in Heaven

Christmas is coming soon! From the time this is being written, we have 10 days left. I wonder if St Nicholas knew that his work here on earth would lead to the formation of our modern day Santa Claus. I’m thankful for all the great things he did, but I am even more thankful for the spark of imagination he has struck in the minds of children everywhere. Selah may not get to celebrate with us; however, she can meet the man who started it all for herself. Speaking of Christmas, ***Affiliate Links to Follow*** I was given a great opportunity by a pretty cool affiliate to help increase the imagination of my children. There’s this program called Package from Santa. They have the works. Your child is given a customized letter, phone call, and video message from Santa himself as well as autographed images. I could review this completely for you, but I have a better idea. I’ll show you what it made happen. My youngest daughter has been having issues with her attitude lately. There was an option on the personalized letter to choose that your child has been naughty. This video is the result. My little girl...

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Selah in Heaven – Thanksgiving Dinner with the Family

Holidays are a struggle for anyone who has experienced the passing of a loved one. There comes a feeling of the joy that holidays to the household followed by almost immediate guilt over allowing ourselves to be happy without our loved one present. It’s hard for us to remember the “in a better place” concept. We know it. We just don’t feel it. We get tired of people telling it to us. This is because we are selfish beings. Yeah, they may be in a better place during this holiday season, but they’re not with us. This selfishness is not going to go away. Ever. But we learn to carry it a little better with each holiday season passing. My wife and I fought through the past 4 seasons. We just let them float on by. She would find herself either locked inside her mind in another world, or separated from the world all together by staying in bed. Little by little though, we shove our selfishness down to be happy for our daughter. She’s having the time of her life. And as time goes on, she is joined with friends and loved ones to keep her company. And to...

Selah in Heaven – Gone Fishing

Sometimes, we just need to stop and appreciate the little things in life. Get excited about anything. Life is worth so much more than just dragging through it. While my daughter was still here on earth, she was in immense pain. We didn’t know it at the time because she was good at hiding it. Our 6 month old little girl smiled more than anyone in our home. The only thing she wanted in return was to see you smile as well. As a matter of fact, she demanded it. You would hear a random angry scream. Then another one. My word, what’s wrong with Selah? But once you looked at her, a huge smile spread across her face. You smiled back. You had no choice in the matter. I challenge you this week, stop and smell the roses as they say. This is the month dedicated to be thankful. find something small every day to be thankful for. Not just the obvious things, but the things you take for granted. Forks for example. I’m a weird kind of guy, but I am absolutely thankful for forks. Aren’t you? I’m taking this challenge myself. It’s difficult to do, especially on...

A Town of History and Mystery – 300 Days of Writing Prompts – Day 5

Give your city a new name that reflects what type of place it is. I live in a place that has been written off as a den for drug dealers and uneducated hicks mixed together in a weird way that makes it more of a junkyard than a working environment. I have seen videos, read articles, and seen images on social media all portraying us in a horrible light. I’ve lived here my entire life. I’m rooted in. As a child, I only knew of this city as boring. There’s never anything to do. We don’t have cool malls. There’s no arcade. The best place for young people to hang out is the local Walmart. But my view has changed as I’ve grown older. I live in a place rich with history. A place of firsts. At first, I thought only the great Samuel Clemens came from here (Mark Twain). There’s so much more to it than that. We have the inventor of the Leer Jet Engine. We have Molly Brown, Admiral Coontz, Mary Myrum (The very first woman to vote), continuing on to painters, sports players, activists, poets, and music stars. All you have to do is give a...

Selah in Heaven – Holes in the Floor of Heaven

I apologize that I haven’t posted a new edition in the last couple of weeks. I have had this one drawn up for quite some time; however, the topic at hand is very sensitive. You see, I am a firm believer that when we pass on to the other side, we still exist. The “is” doesn’t turn into a “was”. “Would have been,” should not become part of our vocabulary. We don’t say, “Selah would have been 5 years old this year.” My daughter still exists. She IS 5 years old this year. Just because she’s not here with us doesn’t mean she’s not somewhere. I understand that it’s no consolation to hear, “They are in a better place.” We don’t cry because they passed. We cry because we miss them. We cry because we know all the memories we were still yet to make together cannot be made until we are able to make it to the other side ourselves. Trust me. We fully know of the better place. We fully know of the pain free life they are holding. But we’re humans. We’re selfish. We are cruel. We want them to live their natural lives with us instead...