Seven Days. Seven B&W Photos… Challenge #2!

Fun!! I have been challenged

by…

 Miriam Hurdle at

The Shower of Blessings

to participate in the…

 

Seven Days…Seven B&W

Photos Challenge! 

 

 

This challenge is to post seven black and white photos…no people, no explanation …photos of everyday life…for seven consecutive days. You will need to challenge one new blogger each day!

 

This is my Day #2 Photo…

 

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Today I challenge…

 

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Have fun!!!

 

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Seven Days…Seven B&W Photos… Challenge #1.

Fun!! I have been challenged by…

 Miriam Hurdle at

The Shower of Blessings

to participate in the

Seven Days…Seven B&W Photos Challenge! 

 

This challenge is to post seven black and white photos…no people, no explanation …photos of everyday life…for seven consecutive days. You will need to challenge one new blogger each day!

 

This is my Day #1 Photo…

 

Top of the Rock, Big Cedar Lodge

 

Today I challenge…

https://rabbitpatchdiary.com

 

Have fun!!!

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Pro football player displays superficial behavior. Our authentic heroes emerge.

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Professional football players are certainly not my heroes and never will be. On 10/3/2017, we saw the authentic heroes emerge in Las Vegas. I will not forget the images of the brave people who dodged repeated gunfire to save lives…often the lives of strangers. They continuously exhibited enormous courage amid chaos.

 

Just seven days prior to the indiscriminate massacre in Las Vegas, a pro football player portrayed the opposite behavior of a hero. Odell Beckham, a wide receiver for the New York Giants, made a total fool of himself in front of very large numbers of football fans on Sunday, 9/24/2017. I cannot comprehend that Beckham is paid millions to show immature behavior like…

 

After making a touchdown, Odell Beckham hiked his leg as if he was a dog urinating. Disgusting. Mockery. Self-Centered. Foolish. Totally ridiculous.  Superficial. Not a team player. 

 

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Is this behavior what we want our children to emulate? I should hope not.

 

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Has Odell Beckham apologized? Not really. Not that I’ve heard. He had a meeting with New York Giants owner, John Mara. The team owner let Beckham know that the celebration would cost him a fine of $12,154. This was the second time in 2017 for a Giants player to be fined after a touchdown celebration. Rookie tight end Evan Engram was fined for grabbing his crotch in the Giant’s loss to the Lions in week #2 of the season.

 

Odell Beckham evidently did not  apologize for his behavior, but he did state that he was disappointed. Beckham was simply disappointed because the Giants received a 15 yard penalty for his  celebration. Beckham might have missed the point…even after the Giant’s owner stated that he was not happy with the celebration display. I suppose that Beckham thinks that he is beyond reproach…above the crowd.

 

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MY THOUGHT IS THAT WE SHOULD BE FILLED WITH GRATITUDE AND AWE FOR THE TRUE HEROES IN LAS VEGAS. THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE ABOVE THE CROWD…THE TEAM TO BE ADMIRED.

 

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Fashion or Comfort? Excuse Me!!! What’s So Bad About Elastic?

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The combination of zippers and buttons and jeans are getting on my last nerve.

I mean…come on now…is it really necessary for me to figure out a way to fit into skinny jeans and zip them at the same time? Let’s not even mention completing the task of buttoning the button. I could possibly figure out a way to attach the button to the other side with a giant safety pin. I imagine that I would be invited to be on the Shark Tank with such an invention…in sterling silver… of course.

Take a minute and think about the comfort level of zipped and buttoned skinny jeans. If you weigh 110 lbs and do not like chocolate eclairs…you may not even need to consider the comfort level estimator challenge. If you weigh 155 lbs and dream about lasagna with a side of spaghetti followed by chocolate mousse…you might should take the comfort level challenge…NOW!

 

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And remember…it is quite fine to not be comfortable in skinny jeans with zippers and buttons! You are far more beautiful when you are smiling! Trust me…there are not smiles when you are in pain!

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Comfort Level Estimator Challenge:

***The challenge is strictly a product of kindergartenknowledge…no research needed…personal experience is of paramount importance!***

 

 

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Comfort Levels:

#1. When wearing skinny jeans, you can pull them on without even using the zipper or buttons. Yes…they are the right size. No pain here.

#2. You had to try on five pairs of skinny jeans to find the exact fit. However, you did find the perfect fit. Again…no obvious pain.

#3. It was a bit difficult fitting the skinny jeans over your thighs. Thanks to elastic like material…you finally stretched them over those thighs. No worry. Surely, surely…they will stretch out. Slight pain when walking. More pain when walking up stairs. Sitting may not be a good idea.

#4. You might need help with the thunder thigh issue. Take a friend to help you pull the material. Remember about the elastic like material. Sigh of relief. They are up. There is a malfunction with the button. The zipper issue requires a second friend. Choose a strong friend. You better have soup for dinner. Pain level: advancing at a fast pace.

#5. Move up three sizes. I know, I know…it is so very disturbing that jean sizes are not consistent. Blame it on the manufacturer. Three sizes up and the thigh problem has disappeared. The skinny jeans look like “extra comfy” and “move easily” jeans…the kind you would wear if you needed to move furniture around while doing cartwheels. Pain level: serious because of the embarrassment.

#6. Nothing to do but go back down two sizes. At least, the size is smaller. You can let the size label hang out. Your helpful friends have gone to get a snack at the food court…just when you needed them. Two sizes smaller and there is no way that you can ever pull them over your rather small tummy…once was small tummy. Well…these skinny jeans are a different brand. That is why the tummy problem. Surely. Without your helper friends, you cannot pull them to your waist…it was hard enough to pull them over the thighs. You are out of breath. You need a drink of water. Your hands hurt from the push/pull workout. Pain level: complete and total exhaustion.

#7. You realize that skinny jeans are just not worth it today. Maybe they are not worth it this year. Note to self: throw out the fashion magazines. Face reality.

 

Pain level: None. You accept the truth…  you may be ready for the elastic waist pants…the kind grandmothers wear.

 

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And most everyone loves grandmothers!

 

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Seems Like Yesterday. To Love A Child Is To Love Forever.

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Our son…Justin.

 

Today…October 4…marks the day that we lost our son thirteen years ago. Another driver lost control in a rainstorm and hit our son’s truck. How can it even be possible that so many years have come and gone? How can it be possible that I still remember every moment of that day when the accident happened…etched in my memory like an engraved picture on glass? Careful…be ever so careful with the picture…be very careful with the words…always be very careful with the memories.

I do my best to keep his memory vivid in my mind and I am certain that my husband does the same. It is easy and natural for me to talk about Justin. Recently, a friend mentioned what it was like when she left their first child at Kindergarten. Someone else continues the conversation with how they felt when their child took the big step into that big school. Since our son is still an important part of our lives, I talked about how I was so emotional about leaving him at school…in fact, I could not even say hello to the teacher.

The moment might have been the first time ever that I absolutely could not talk! Everyone laughed, but one friend said….“Justin was such a sweet boy”. A very nice something to say, but the emphasis was obviously on the word “was”. The conversation subject was quickly changed. I felt like I had never had a little boy go to school for the first time…I felt as if I was supposed to push those thoughts back into the recesses of my mind.

However, memories don’t work that way. I realize that some people are uncomfortable with the mention of a lost child…a child who is forever 26 years old…a child who spent so many happy years with us. We were so thrilled when he was born…just like we were thrilled when his sister was born. Some of our happiest times were to see them together…playing and laughing…even with a five year age difference. I suppose that I don’t want others to forget about our boy named Justin.

 

~I want to think about how much Justin loved our farm.

~I want to think about how he could name every type of tree…every plant on our land.

~I want to think about his inherent ability to express himself with the written word. 

~I want to think about how he could play the guitar so easily.

~I want to think about the songs that he wrote and sang.

~I want to think about how he liked to hike and explore.

~I want to think about how much he loved Austin and how the uniqueness of Austin fit his personality.

~I want to think about his independent spirit and ideas.

~I want to think about how much we loved him, how proud we were of his abilities and his dreams.

~I want to think about his gentle ways, about his calm demeanor, about his friendships.

Justin was our son. Justin will always be our son. Justin will forever hold a special place within our hearts. 

A place to learn that life is not about you. Life is really about others. Imagine that!

I began learning long ago that those who are happiest are those who do the most for others. - Booker T. Washington

It might come as a surprise to some of us, but the more we allow ourselves to be totally absorbed by our own personal agenda…the more people will shun us; the more people will not trust us; the more people will lose interest in our beliefs. Putting ourselves first in the majority of our endeavors leaves us without the oars and the anchors needed to navigate life. The basic acceptance of others…the acknowledgement of others is critical to our growth as a contributing member of society.

Dr. Everett Piper is the President of Oklahoma Wesleyan University in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. He wrote the profound letter that I include in this post to his student body in 2015. I read it then and agreed with every word. I read it today and I totally understand his frustration with the sense of entitlement displayed by some young adults. Some older adults are similarly afflicted with popular entitlement issues, self-absorbed visions and a lack of conscience. 

 

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Dr. Piper’s letter to the student body…

 

Dr. Everett Piper, President

Oklahoma Wesleyan University

 

“This past week, I actually had a student come forward after a university chapel service and complain because he felt “victimized” by a sermon on the topic of…

1 Corinthians: 13.

It appears this young scholar felt offended because a homily on love made him feel bad for not showing love. In his mind, the speaker was wrong for making him, and his peers, feel uncomfortable.

I’m not making this up. Our culture has actually taught our kids to be this self-absorbed and narcissistic. Any time their feelings are hurt, they are the victims. Anyone who dares challenge them, and thus, makes them feel bad about themselves is a hater, a bigot, an oppressor and a victimizer.

I have a message for this young man and all others who care to listen. That feeling of discomfort you have after listening to a sermon is called a conscience. An altar call is supposed to make you feel bad. It is supposed to make you feel guilty. The goal of many a good sermon is to get you to confess your sins–not coddle you in your selfishness. The primary objective of the Church and the Christian faith is your confession, not your self-actualization.

So here’s my advice:

If you want the chaplain to tell you you’re a victim rather than tell you that you need virtue, this may not be the university you’re looking for. If you want to complain about a sermon that makes you feel less than loving for not showing love, this might be the wrong place.

If you’re more interested in playing the hater card than you are in confessing your own hate; if you want to arrogantly lecture, rather than humbly learn; if you don’t want to feel guilt in your soul when you are guilty of sin; if you want to be enabled rather than confronted, there are many universities across the land (in Missouri and elsewhere) that will give you exactly what you want, but Oklahoma Wesleyan isn’t one of them.

At OKWU, we teach you to be selfless rather than self-   centered. We are more interested in you practicing personal forgiveness than political revenge. We want you to model interpersonal reconciliation rather than foment personal conflict. We believe the content of your character is more important rather than the color of your skin. We don’t believe that you have been victimized every time  you feel guilty and we don’t issue trigger warnings before altar calls.

 Oklahoma Wesleyan is not a “safe place”, but rather a place to learn: to learn that life isn’t about you, but about others; that the bad feelings you have while listening to a sermon is called guilt; that the way to address it is to repent of everything that’s wrong with you rather that blame others for everything that’s wrong with them. This is a place where you will quickly learn  that you need to grow up.

This is not a day care. This is a university.”

 

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You are entitled to life…you are not entitled to the gift of character. You earn character. Use your talents to benefit others…to bring hope to others.

 

Reach out to others as if your total life depended on it. In reality, your life does depend on your selflessness…not your self-centered behavior.

 

Instead, it could be possible that we should strive for self development…the need to be truly a good person, the need to fully be alive with joy and commitment, the need to find a deeper meaning to life.

 

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