“Awwww! That’s the Babiest Bunny Ever!!!” So said Erin on our early morning walk as the rain misted down on us and the world’s tiniest bunny huddled on the walking path. I responded with my usual (sensitive) “He looks fine. All that fur…” “He’s cold (you monster!)” she said. “I don’t know babe, it’s kinda like interfering with nature?” You know, gentle readers, there are … Continue reading The Decision
I used to smirk a bit by friends who love the mountains, but no longer. Mountains are actually quite nice. We recently needed to get away and stayed in a little place in Canmore AB. I normally don’t enjoy things like “hiking” and “walking through trees” (it helps to understand previous nonchalance if you picture me leaning forward and pausing slightly before uttering the words, … Continue reading Mountains Eh?
Hedgehogs have an unusual dilemma… It’s funny that when one preaches a series about something everything reminds one of whatever the topic happens to be. If you are looking at buying a particular kind of truck you’ll see one every block, if you think “I haven’t seen so-and-so in awhile” you’ll run into them at the store, it’s just funny how it works. Sadly, I’m … Continue reading Hedgehogs
I was out walking with staff the other day and I kept interrupting them for two reasons: One: I’m allowed to because I’m the boss and Two: Nature was distracting me. We have staff meeting at my place and I looked outside where the sun was shining and birds were chirping and said “I wish the boss would let us have the meeting outside! Wait … Continue reading It’s Just Magic
“When I get to heaven I’m going to shut my brain off and just be super SLOW!” These words were uttered outside of a local store to my wife following a conversation with a worker who was not paying attention. “Actually, you were quite patient… like for you:)” she said. My parents expected a lot from my brother and I. Far more pressure was applied … Continue reading Not That Bright
Good: that which is morally right. Nice: agreeable. From the time we’re old enough to interact with other children, we are grilled with something that, in itself is a good thing: “Corey, BE NICE!” Play nice, talk nice, look nice etc etc. What mom really meant was “Corey, get along with everybody and don’t make a scene!” But making a scene was … Continue reading I’m Nice
My mom wasn’t poor, it was just a bit sad that she didn’t have a normal child in me. Even sadder was that she didn’t have another amazing child like my little brother Ryan, she had me instead. Everyone needs a little context and I had a gift for bringing context. One day she was enjoying a quiet moment and then had the thought one … Continue reading My Poor Mom
