April 2013
3 posts
“Your kids will never be what you tell them to be. They will become what you are. You can’t impart what you don’t possess.”
— Chip Ingram
March 2013
8 posts
“Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt, via motivatorspp
February 2013
12 posts
SMS Error
- Smart Phone: SMS Error – Radio Interface Resource Shortage
- Me: (click on details)
- Smart Phone: Details – Cause Code: 64... Error Class: 2.
- Me: Um. K. Still don't understand.
- Smart Phone: Idiot
“Your standard of beauty is your spouse.”
—Mark Driscoll
January 2013
4 posts
“Disobedience creates a heart condition that is unable to perceive God’s activity. It’s not so much that God is not speaking, but some willingly contribute to their own blindness by ignoring God’s call to obedience.”
—Paul Adams, http://wp.me/peUZe-4Ki via @inchristus
December 2012
5 posts
“I believe that in design, 30 percent dignity, 20 percent beauty and 50 percent absurdity are necessary.”
— Shigeo Fukuda
“There is nothing more frustrating than coming up with the right answer to the wrong question.”
—Tim Brown, CEO at IDEO
“Like to Listen. Love to Learn. Except from people who suck.”
—me
October 2012
8 posts
My Name is Sarah
Sarah
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all,
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home.
When my Mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
Written by Gayle Jones Staples
“Brands don’t live in logos; they live in experiences, fueled by interactions, which are a product of relationship.”
— Big Red Rooster + Me
September 2012
7 posts
“You know you’re out of shape if your abs get tired when doing the belly roll’n’wave for your kids.”
—me
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