One moment at a Time...

We've all been hurt in some fashion. Whether it be by a friend, (a back-stabbing) a loved one (fireworks gone dry), or even by family (trusting blood, yet it turns to water). The choices that life presents is like a kid in a candy-store. Should I go for the sugar coated gummy or a chocolate thunder bar? Having choices is good, but to make the right choice is great!! I know many people who look back on their lives with regret. " I was young and bull-headed" "I wanted to have fun" "He wouldn't do this" "I wasn't ready at the time"... If you look closely you'll see a common trend, they all have I's in them. We are a selfish society. We don't take time to think about others and what effects what. It is a "my world" and "I'll do what I want" type of place. From material items to taking that last drink before stumbling back to the homestead. "I can control myself" Can you? Look at t

McDonald's seemed to be my son's choice for a healthy dinner tonight where it is just dad and son. Mom flew the coop and is scrap booking for the next 8 hours. Now I wouldn't have chosen Mickey's D's but Luke is sick and food in general wasn't a big priority for him. Right now I just want him to eat SOMETHING. Awaiting my order the lady through the window makes a comment about my car, the mini draws comments for some reason. Then she turns her attention to the rear seat, which makes me feel awkward that she is looking around in my car. I mean what if I had a pair of boxers with racing stripes hanging about. (Never mind how the stripes got on there. I mean I'm using it as an example. Come on people, clean minds here please...) In my car is my business right? Well she sees the boy and says, " Aw he is so cute. I turn my focus to look and see his right finger going for the right hole in is nose. Correct technique and everything. Modest he is.

From the busy days to those noise filled days at home sometimes you just want a little piece and quiet. As I sit here alone without all the sounds I really would like them back. I don't hear my son playing or tormenting Rocky tonight. I don't hear the typing that usually fills the late nights that my beautiful wife produces, instead I am the one typing. I tried to get the dog wound up to have some scraping noises of him running away from me as I chase him screaming. I had to stop for fear that the neighbors would probably call the fuzz on me or just realize how crazy I actually am. I don't like this alone feeling. There's no chance that I might be hugged, smiled at, kissed, or simply told "no daddy, that's my basketball." I would try to hug and kiss Rocky but our windows are pretty big and open, and again fearing the perception from those around here I choose to give Rocky a night off. He gets enough from Luke anyway. Why does boredom make time pause, yet

I entered the dentist office for my routine check-up. I'm never in a hurry to get there but arrive in good spirits. I walk down the long hallway where the captain's chair awaits its captain. As I sit down I hear an argument from another room. The lady walks out without saying a word in a hurry. After a few moments have gone by I notice the argument has gone from low volume to a monster truck rally. Furniture was being overturned from the noises that bounced their way into my room. I got out of my chair and went down the hall. Their was a gentleman, although not being very gentle, wrestling with another male who appeared to be a dentist from his attire he supported. As I neared the two, the lady that walked me to my chair faced me from across the room with an irritated look on her face. The two men stopped as they changed their focus onto the lady scowling at me. She pulled from her jacket a knife. I seemed to be frozen and disturbed that my dental office was acting

I am enjoying my life at the moment to the fullest. To be loved and to give love is truly what this life is all about. Anybody out there agree?