So, there was this friend of mine who always said some pretty radical stuff. Like “abhor what is evil.” Well, I looked up the word “abhor.” And do you know what it means? Basically to hate something with all your might. Yikes! Yeah, this friend of mine could really pour gasoline on a fire. But don’t be too quick to jump on his case. … Read the rest…
Category Archives: Rhymes For Kids
They can be gifts from God. And they can certainly just be the result of random thoughts your brain interprets and visualizes randomly. But how do you know which is which? Well, it takes more than a feeling to know if they’re gifts from God. Oh wait. I haven’t even mentioned what I’m talking about. How rude of me. Of course, I’m talking about … Read the rest…
As an adjective, a dictionary defines it: deep purplish-red or sanguinary. And then a check on the word “sanguinary” shows this definition: full of or characterized by bloodshed; bloody – ready or eager to shed blood; bloodthirsty. Yikes! So, I guess if I wrote a sonnet about a tree dressed in a crimson coat of leaves, I’d be a bloodthirsty poet with some sort … Read the rest…
A train can’t make turns at the next intersection the way your car or pickup can. They have to follow the tracks. But even trains can go just about anywhere. Because there isn’t just one set of tracks. But they don’t get to follow the tracks in more than one direction at a time. Not only is it impossible, it’s a misguided idea to … Read the rest…
Where do vitamins originally come from? And where does nutrition start? Food. I’ve never been able to kick the habit of eating every day. And I don’t want to. Food good. No food, bad. I’ll be the first (or second) to admit I don’t eat what’s best for me 100% of the time. Yeah, we splurge, now and then, in the FunderHaus. But we … Read the rest…
Hey fathead. Yeah, YOU! Don’t get mad. I’m just tellin’ it like it is. Because essentially you’re a fathead. For that matter, so am I. So, were in this together. Of course, I’m talking about that think zone inside your head. Your brain. It’s made up of about 60% fat. How can you even function with such a sludge-filled think zone? I mean, how … Read the rest…
I think about what she said, more often, these days. I’m talkin’ about what my Grandmother said, as I sat on her front porch snapping green beans with her. It was during a couple of years when my brother and I lived with our Dad’s parents while he worked on setting up a new home life. Dad and Mom divorced when I was about … Read the rest…