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So what is this going to be? A little bit of everything I think. Maybe that's it. What I'm thinking. What I'm believing. I hope what I'm knowing. And why would anyone care what I think I know? There's no reason in the world that you should. But then why are you here? Cuz you have to be somewhere I suppose. I've never been here before. I may not be back. I might get too busy to care; time is short. That's fine. Nobody can deal with it all at once. There is a lot to deal with.

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I try not to take myself too seriously, but I know I have far too much. So I'm trying to learn how to laugh again, as I had forgotted for a while there. Also I'm relearning to enjoy life; you know, like when we were kids. The biggest challenge ahead is learning how to love God with all my heart, and soul, and mind, and strength. This one is not really that hard when you know the truth. But along with it comes learning to love others as I love myself, and that one is, as they say, "a horse of a whole different color." I think I need to learn to love myself a little more, but the problem may be that I know all these facts about me. Sometimes the facts are simply wrong or they are just stuck in the past. I'm trying to get my facts to line up with the truth. As someone once asked a great man, "what is truth?" If he had only known.

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Thursday, November 22, 2007

The Turkey Coma

An essential amino acid, known as tryptophan, is usually blamed for the sleepiness that most Americans experience on Thanksgiving Day. Give me a break! I've had plenty of, oh, let's say turkey sandwiches over the years, which did not make me sleepy. However I did indeed experience that "sinking" feeling in spite of all the football games on tap today. Come on, folks. Let's be real. What really put me in that "turkey coma," was not that six or so ounces of white and dark meat. It was more likely the deviled eggs, the three kinds of stuffed celery sticks, and everything else on the relish plate, which I consume for no other reason except they are there, the hot pepper and corn casserole (this is pretty close to the Mexican border), the traditional green bean casserole, the candied yams, the mashed potatoes, the good ole' southern cornbread dressing, the giblet gravy, the hot bread rolls, the seven or eight desserts (everyone has to have their favorite, but I settled for the chocolate pie, the pecan pie, and the rhubarb and berries pie). I may actually be forgetting something, but it's hard to remember anything about food right now. In spite of all I had, there was still an all time favorite missing in action. The traditional rachman fruit salad. But I doubt anyone alive can make it now, so I'm really not complaining. The point is that maybe we should stop putting all the blame on the turkey.
~ Happy Thanksgiving


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