A word of advice: Do not take your kids with you to work. No matter what the child psychologists say, nothing good can ever come from it. It is a very bad thing.
For instance, when my career was still young I took my even younger son to the office. This was a family-friendly place and children were encouraged to participate. Actually, it was a large church and we ran a small Day Care. I was the Associate Pastor of this particular church and my son attended this particular pre-school. So it was inevitable that the Senior Pastor and my son would meet, no matter how much I tried to prevent this from happening. Continue reading “Trouble At The Office”
We all need to be better organized. We lose track of our schedule, forget to pay bills, change the oil at 4,000 miles and fail to remember birthdays.
Every so often, a person must look back into their past and evaluate who they are, from where they come, and perhaps the source of their genetic material. While I have no documentation to prove it, I believe I have a little Scot in my blood. I base this on the fact that I love the movie, Braveheart and look pretty good in a Kilt. 
Here’s the plan: Stop going so fast. Stop thinking about your next move. Stop looking forward without considering your current location.
Funny story: We went to my sister-in-law’s for a little party. Unbeknownst to us, a covey (gaggle? herd? flock?) of wasps built their nest under the porch swing. My niece, Andrea (pictured to the left), was sitting on said porch swing when one wasp decided that he didn’t enjoy the party. Flying angrily up from the swing, he stung Andrea on the eyelid.
True story: I was sitting in a local Paradise Bakery working on my laptop. A local priest took a seat one table over and got out his laptop to work on his own project. A woman came in, spread her coat across a chairback a few tables away and started talking on her cell phone…very loudly.
It’s not uncommon for us to be interested in our legacy, and truthfully, I often wonder about the mark I will leave on this planet when I’m gone. We want to stand out. We want to make a difference. We want to be unique. We want to be known for something.
For those of you who follow this blog, you know that Sidney has been both a joy and a challenge. Entering our lives in the summer of 2009, she was a rescue from a sad daily existence that consisted of a 14 hour day in a crate, a short break in the evening before it was time to return to the crate for another night. When she joined our family, she needed socialization, love, constant attention, and a good long walk.