Operation: Caveman

cnew shave

There is a “known” thing on my Mom’s side of the family, if there are any qwerks or oddities in any of our personalities, or physical bodies, we blame it on the Banks side of our family. Aka, Banksisms.

The females have coined a term, Bankles, because apparently on the female side the Banks genes create legs that run straight from the calves into feet, bypassing the ankles. At least any visible ankle-like formation. I, being a male, apparently don’t have this abnormality. Or maybe I do and have never noticed it. But to us Banks, Bankles are a real thing. And they are, unfortunately, somewhat traumatizing.

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what’s your happy place?

We are all different. Very different. For that I’d like to say, “Thank you, Jesus!”

Different things make each of us tick. Different things make us happy, sad, hurt, inspired…you get the point.

Today I want to talk about your happy place. And mine. For the sake of the conversation, let’s remove our family as our happy place. That should be a given. At least for me and my life, so we are going to the “next place” that we like to go when we need to recharge, rest, smile, laugh, dream. And all those other much needed releases in order to make life more bearable.

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the final countdown.

You know that Geico commercial that takes place in a boring, white office lunchroom and some guy is heating up a burrito in the microwave?  For some reason, they thought that the song, The Final Countdown, by Europe, would be an appropriate theme song. For heating up a burrito.

I don’t like that commercial. Ask my kids. As little as we watch TV (no cable in this house), every time that one comes on I cringe.  I might also lament out loud in anguish just so everyone around knows how much I despise the commercial.

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