I have always been very fond of people who can think. If there’s one thing out there that really brings out my jealous side, it’s someone who can out think me. I pride myself on tearing things apart and then putting them back together and by doing that, I get to know things pretty well. […]
My first love and favorite thing to do in this world is to write. I adore blogging and sharing stories about how I perceive the goings-on of the earth and how I live my life. I've often said that one of the most worthwhile things I've ever done is to start this blog. I've been able to transition my travels and experiences into stories and photography for others to enjoy. I've also tried my hand at writing short stories and learning more about the English language than most will ever have a chance to. In this writing category, you can expect to find my commentary on any number of things; my expression of opinions on a variety of topics, recollections of my past, analysis of others' writing out there in this world, as well as some of my own attempts at piecing words together. Enjoy!
As I mentioned in a recent post, I am reading a book called, “A Handbook For Ethics” by Robert C. Solomon. I am about a quarter of the way through it and am finding it very informative. You would laugh if you saw my task list. I am constantly jotting down ideas to write about; […]
In this post, you’ll find an entertaining, suspenseful, and adventurous story about raccoons. Baby raccoons, that is. Baby raccoons that were born inside of an attic I happen to be living under. You see, many years ago, I rented a small house on a lake. Somehow (I’ll tell you all about it inside) a mother raccoon snuck inside the attic of this house and gave birth to the cutest and furriest little animals a guy has ever seen. Unfortunately, the babies needed to go. I had already blocked the mother from coming back inside, which led to a whirlwind of a tale. Click through to read about what transpired as well as what I did about our little issue. And just so you don’t worry, I’ll tell you now that it all turned out just fine – for us and the raccoons.
This is an interesting and very introspective post. In it, I describe a time in my life when everything changed. When I shed my, up until that point, whimsical and somewhat irresponsible self and became a much more responsible adult. I’m not sure I like what I became all too much, but such is life. Ah, to be young and carefree once more. Alas, it’s become apparent to me that when one grows up, one can never return to childhood. Those days are long past and responsibility digs its fingers deep into the soul. I talk about this sort of thing in this post. Give it a read. You may empathize with what I have to say.