Deep In The Forrest

What matters is not who our heroes are, just that we have one. Something or someone in our lives that inspire our dreams and give us something great to aspire to. Whether you wanted to be a cowboy, or a fireman or an astronaut, you had a dream. Your hero could have been a family member, the cool guy or girl down the block, or Superman. Hopefully, something made you feel like you could be something great! I grew up with my Mom and Dad watching a lot of Westerns, and listening to a lot of what might be considered "Cowboy Music" too, as that was what they liked. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against it, and it always reminds me of good memories growing up, but I took a different turn in selecting my own "heroes". My weakness was always the bad boys. Motorcycle riding, tattoo wielding, hell raisers who were more trouble than they were worth! I blame it on Fonzie. Nevertheless, I survived and ended up with a good mix, I guess, the best of both wor...

Let's start today's post off with a little "funny". My friend Kim e-mailed this to me earlier today, and I got a kick out of it. They joke about children's spelling, but who knows... these days the kid could've been really serious and meant what he said. ;) Make sure to proofread your children's homework! (click to enlarge if needed) I began thinking today about how we as a society have all relaxed so much as far as taking care of ourselves, and dressing appropriately and gracefully... most of us rarely, if ever, make ourselves truly "presentable" when we go out. When my Mother was growing up... things were just different. Jeans were what you wore when you went to chop cotton, and for the field only. This is the school she still subscribes to even now. After all she has been through, and how old she is, my Mother will never leave the house unless she is fully dressed with make-up on, looking picture perfect (in my book). It's sad nowadays to ...