Shopping for school supplies with my 11-year-old daughter is a lot like operating a wood chipper after you've had one-too-many drinks: It sounds like a good idea — possibly even fun — at the time, but there's a pretty good chance someone is going to lose a limb.
Shopping for school supplies with my 11-year-old daughter is a lot like operating a wood chipper after youâ€™ve had one-too-many drinks: It sounds like a good idea â€” possibly even fun â€” at the time, but thereâ€™s a pretty good chance someone is going to lose a limb.
OK, so maybe thatâ€™s overstating things, but not by much.
This yearâ€™s purchasing affair went smoothly at first, with the supplies and clothing purchased with a minimal number of piercing gazes, dirty looks and insulting comments quietly mumbled under oneâ€™s breath. Smooth, that is, until it came time to purchase a backpack.
Until a few months ago, I doubt most Americans had any idea who Harold Camping was.
At 89 years old, Camping, a Colorado-native, wonâ€™t likely be remembered as the construction tycoon who built a business from nothing and then cashed it in for millions. I doubt heâ€™ll even be remembered as the president of Family Radio, a Christian radio broadcasting company heard all over the country.
Considering it's graduation season yet again I have to admit I've been thinking back to my graduation seven years ago.
I remember being a senior and anticipating that final walk across the stage. The feeling of knowing high school would soon be over and the world would be mine to conquer.
It was the feeling of knowing the time to explore and see what the world had to offer was finally upon us.
It's time for a change â€¦ time for something â€” different.
For the most part, I've always been one to follow the rules, do what everyone says and keep to myself. However, in the past few years I have decided that enough is enough. Especially since I was given the chance to follow my dream and put my writing skills to use.
Itâ€™s going to be hard, itâ€™s going to be painful, but it has to happen.
I went away trying to find an escape and instead I found so much more.
I found an experience that opened my eyes and tugged at my heart.
I realized that even though the pain that Iâ€™m dealing with seems like more than I can handle, there are more difficult situations in this world.
There are people dealing with heartbreak, people dealing with loss, people dealing with worry and the journey of finding themselves.
Pain is a great motivator for writing.
It's amazing how much emotion can come out in our darkest moments.
The unthinkable and unimaginable is approached and in the end a new realization comes to light.
It's about getting up after you've been knocked down.
It's about finding the strength to pick yourself up through all the rubble that came crashing down on you and prove that you are strong.
It's not about proving it to the person that knocked you down. It's not even about proving it to those around you; it is about proving it to yourself.
The pain is in everyone's life.
Leather attire, motorcycles, tattoos and tough guy attitude...and amazing sense of safety and security.
Not exactly the description you would expect to hear when it comes to bikers, but just because society and Hollywood have labeled bikers as tough, cold hearted and all around mean guys doesn't mean that there isn't more than meets the eye.
The weekend edition has lots of letters to the editors addressing upcoming elections and other hot topics in our community. Pick up a copy of the weekend edition of the Big Spring Herald, and see what your fellow residents have to say.