a finite thing i enjoy

I like our little red wagon... it is practical and I can have fun modding it. More importantly it carries some finite eternal beings that I treasure dearly. Not to mention the groceries!

Modding things is inherent in my DeoxyriboNucleic Acid, I think. Most things I possess, whether it be for transportation, communication, or recreation, I can't seem to leave them as the manufacturer intended. Tinkering with things and making them personal is an interesting creation process.

Its funny, because if you look at raising kids, one can surmise that...in a sense your modding them to your ideas. However, my insight comes from an ancient book so I guess its a little different than modding. However, my son has had a blonde mohawk...so there is some modding.

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stages of teddy bear life

Artist Stephanie Metz does a wonderful service to life with this incredible idea. The stages of development from a teddy bears perspective, in which children, might gain an understanding of the miracle of life. What an imaginative way to simplify the goings on within the womb when life is being fearfully and wonderfully woven together. I'm looking for this set for my own children's education! I probably won't get the skull rendition of teddy bear, however, I also applaud a very seemingly original idea.

finite first day..

Malakai's first day of pre-preschool was one that I actually missed. I rendered this from a photo that the lovely misses took, and he seemed so melancholy...I may have exaggerated this emotion, but I hope I captured it. He happens to love school now.

BLEGS... or bleggin it.

I am coining this phrase: "blegs" or "bleggin it". These youths with their tight pants hanging down pass their bottom...it appears as if their back flows right to the leg, without the interruption of the cheeks we sit upon. Hence the combination word back+legs=blegs, kinda like calves+ankles=cankles? It's not as mean as the later, and its not meant to be mean, just to describe such a strange fashion expression. I watch as the pants are constantly being pulled up, only to slide back down...this could prove injurious if one was running and the pants slipped to trip up the stride! Blegs! I always make the statement when I see the youth group kids blegging it. Ha!

eternal in the finite

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