Easter is past, spring is in the air, and most of us feel rejuvenation from the doldrums of winter. As we think about new life, budding plants, and growth, thoughts of death and incapacity move off. Since spring and summer are prime travel and move about times, however, they are often times when the lack of dispositive legal documents becomes an issue. Since these take awhile to prepare properly, now is a good time to start on them.
The other day I listened to a well known liberal talk about how a particular piece of legislation was needed because it would "make things better". I found the fact that anybody could still be trying to convince people the way to a better life is through government intervention to be pretty interesting.
7:26 a.m. My daughter Angel Leigh Vaughn was handed to me eyes shut closed from nine months of darkness trapped in her mother's womb like a caterpillar waiting to break free from its shell so it can transform into God's great intention, my butterfly. Her body covered in the afterbirth that was used to protect and shelter her from harm while in her mother's womb. Suddenly, her cries begin to drown out every sound in the room, and as I held her, I began to feel something tingling up my spine and releasing a certain euphoria that only new life could produce.
What are your thoughts on the hiring of a new police chief?
One of the (many) problems that we have with the entity the U.S government has become is that it has developed "good eyesight".
The last several weeks, stores across the nation have been hazardous to chocoholics and persons attempting to whittle off those last few pounds before summer. The â€śseasonalâ€ť and â€ścandyâ€ť aisles have been brimming with Easter specialties in the shapes of eggs, rabbits and chickens. As with many of our traditions, the use of such to celebrate Easter is shrouded in myth, legend and time.
It is a sure sign that the economic downturn has settled in Texas when my phone begins to ring with complaints about collection agencies and strong arm tactics. These agencies are often the last resort before a debt is written off; as a result, courtesy and compassion are not their hallmarks.
Everyone knew everyone! This was 1973, Sunday after church in Sweetwater, Texas at the new Dairy Queen. A small town and friendly...this was America at its best until "they" arrived.
We were there in our Sunday best with the kids, all fresh and refreshed from our Sunday school and church activities. We knew almost everyone in the building and enjoyed the waving and interactions with them. A beautiful day until "they" arrived.
I recently wore a Nike â€śJust Do Itâ€ť T-shirt. When my seven-year-old daughter took time to read what the shirt said, she asked, â€śJust do what?â€ť
â€śGood question,â€ť I responded.
It was a good question on many levels because we shouldnâ€™t be â€śjust doingâ€ť anything and everything. What weâ€™re â€śjust doingâ€ť should have at least some purpose. However, the words â€śjust do itâ€ť have a special meaning for me now.
Boy, we sure have the left and their progressive federal kingdom on the ropes now. They are still reeling from the stunning defeat we handed them over making Catholic institutions pay for their employeeâ€™s contraception. In fact, the liberals got the message so clearly that they are now licking their wounds and only instituting a few minor changes in our society here and there.