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Doonbox is the name. The dame sitting next to me is my driver Mary Alice Wallace. She named me Doonbox. I named her Wally. I met Wally and her Pa when I was just a little pup in the summer of 1921. That’s been going on 77 years ago now… 11 years to you humans. Wally’s Pa said they didn’t have enough money to feed me when Wally brought me home, but she talked him into it. Pa could never say no to Wally. So I got to stay. Times were pretty tough back then in Oklahoma. Pa farmed and did the best he could to keep food in my bowl, but things started looking up for us in the fall of 1923. Continue reading The 2011 Imaginary Family Project – Week 12→
This one was at the top of the list of examples I provided in my intro to this post and I have chosen to put it first on my list because of how important I think it is.
Obviously being faithful to my wife means not getting involved romantically with any other woman, but it means so much more than that. It means being faithful to her with my heart and mind as well as my body. It means not staring at other women. It means not flirting with other women. It means not thinking about other women. It means not putting myself into situations where there might even be an appearance of unfaithfulness. It means not looking at pornography. It means not betraying her confidence to other people. It means always taking her side when other people are involved. It means always sticking up for her and watching out for her best interests. And it means doing all of these things and so much more NO MATTER WHAT.
In many ways, this N.U.T. doesn’t have anything to do with my wife at all. Sure it affects her, but my being faithful to my wife is really about me. It’s about who I am as a man and the content of my character. It’s about me placing a high premium on the value of fidelity.
I’m confident that a lot (not all, but a lot) of the problems in our world today could be greatly minimized (if not eradicated entirely) if men would simply honor their commitments to be faithful to their wives. Think of how many divorces, broken homes, and kids growing up without a dad could be prevented if men everywhere made this one of their non-negotiable, unalterable terms.
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Yep, there it is in all its glory. My “Man-Bun” in need of a decent descriptor.
There really aren’t too many of us these days: long-haired freaky looking guys. Especially those of us who aren’t that freaky. We grow up, get respectable jobs or just loose our follicles. Society eventually molds us to its will.
Or does it?
A funny thing happened on my way to respectability. I found out I just wasn’t that corporate. And I decided that in honor of my brothers who no longer can, if I can grow my hair, I should.
So here I am once again in familiar territory; the end of the dreaded in-between stage where you can’t pull all your hair into a ponytail so most of the time it looks like a mop in a light socket. “Push through,” I tell myself. “Wear a hat.” Oh yes, that doesn’t work either; my hair makes it slide up my head. “Push through.”
Locavores breathe a sigh of relief during the Spring. Find out what we foraged this weekend, and how we created meals around our treasures.
Today is Sunday afternoon, March 20th, and my family is going foraging. I have just a few veggies and herbs we can now eat, but it’s certainly not enough. I know, however, there are more outside so I thought I would take you along with us. I’ll also take you to Crestview Farms, just down the road from my house, and talk about home-produced eggs. So…let’s get going!
Garden report ~ First things first, here’s how my early garden is growing: onions are now at the early green eating stage, Swiss Chard actually looks like it might do something, and a few sprouts are…oh, maybe one-half inch tall now? Lettuce and spinach are at the “micro-green” stage and if I wanted to get fancy, I’d be cutting. I’m going to wait, however, because I prefer to eat mouthfuls of those luscious crops. Broccoli and cauliflower look promising and are now about three times their planting-time size, and so far…no sign of potatoes. My oregano came back and my asparagus is beginning to make so all-in-all things are looking okay. I’m still contemplating our extra bed. Mick and I have finally decided on a size and location. And now, for the fun stuff!… Continue reading My Little Victory Garden: Entry Five-Egg Foraged Omelet→
Last week I was in the dark digging around in my t-shirt drawer, and my hand landed on a shirt that was softer than the rest. I pulled it out and flipped on the light. It was my RDC T! I realized that I had only worn it a handful of times, so I made the commitment to wear it every day of my spring break. What a week it’s been!
These little egg shakers are fun to play! I'm listening to all of Bryan's CD's so I can be ready to perform next time.
Day One: Saturday night my husband, Greg, and I attended one of Bryan’s (He’s Home) shows at his Farmhouse Studio. It’s always a good time, but this night I discovered egg shakers, and Bryan called me up to the stage to play. Later I advanced to the tambourine. Was it the t-shirt that gave me rhythm? I don’t know for sure, but there is audio of me singing. The audio will remain locked in a vault, but I am happy to share this picture with my fans. I mean “fan.” (me)
Day Two: It’s hard being a rock star. I woke up with a sore throat and a sore leg (from the tambourine), but a quick glance at the weather report (rain tomorrow) was the signal I needed to get me up and moving. Armed with a shovel and compost material from my kitchen, I headed to the compost pile to do some turning. It was cloudy, but the temperature was perfect for my RDC T. I wondered how I was going to do everything I wanted to do today. Then I got a call. A parent of one of my 7th grade students called to see if they could come out to see the goats. The dad chatted with Greg as he worked on the barn, and the mom and three boys were eager to brush and pamper the horses. The boys left covered in dirt from corn stalk wars and if I was covered in dirt, you’d never know it. My RDC T is brown. Perfect.
Three items that are always needed on the ranch: a tool, a bucket, and an RDC T.
Day Three: It was cold and rainy, but I was multi-tasking. The rain was drenching my compost pile and I was getting my car serviced. I had chocolate meringue pie for dinner. It melted in my mouth. How did Mrs. Wagner know that my mind and body deserved that melt-in-your-mouth pie and coffee? My RDC T was hidden under a sweater. She must have had x-ray eyes.
Day Four: Three girls (okay, four if you count my dog, Mae) and two sets of mattresses made for a nice day and lunch at the local diner. My RDC T and I were happy to give away a queen mattress to our friend Katherine. She and her mom brought their full size mattress to exchange and bought us lunch. I saw even more friends later! I didn’t let the cold tempt me from not wearing my RDC T. It looks great with an orange long-sleeved shirt underneath! Continue reading Meanwhile, Back at The Ranch: My RDC T & Me→
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