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The Loose Thread On The Sweater

Fair warning: I’m venting.

I’m not a perfect dad. Nor a perfect person. I am indeed, like most people, flawed. I know that about myself, I accept it, and I do my best to improve. I can accept constructive criticism, albeit with a wince. Continue reading

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Wish Lists

In a way, it’s kind of like Wish Lists or Bucket Lists – we have these lists of things we want to do with our time, with our lives, and we spend so much time trying to get by that we forget about all those wonderful things we wanted to do. Continue reading

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A Milestone

This is officially my 500th post. Between images and my rambling, I’ve managed to get to 500 entries on this blog.

I’d be more proud of that, except that I’ve had this site for just over two years (July 20th was the launch date), so it’s less than a post a day. But still, it’s a good number as far as arbitrary milestones go. Continue reading

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Beware the WMF…

They can bring you down in seconds with just a phone call. They can destroy your dreams, attack your desires and reduce you to nothing. They can wreak havoc on your personal and professional life, throwing you into a tailspin of epic proportions.

Who are these people who wield so much power? Who are the WMF? Continue reading

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28 Kids

If you have a few minutes, I’d like to share with you a video put together by my friends at Create and Capture Photography. It’s in two parts, and you can view both of them below.

At the end of Part 2, you’ll see pictures of 28 kids. You’ll also see pictures of 28 headstones marking where those kids have been laid to rest. All 28 kids have died this year in alcohol related deaths.

28 kids. Continue reading

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Photo Albums Suck

I hate moving. Done it too many times. So I swore that this time, every time I opened a box or a bin, it was put it away or throw it away. And I was doing fairly well at this. Then I came to the “art cabinet” that was filled with photo albums. Continue reading