Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk I have moments where I exercise unbelievable feats of strength, such as a few moments ago, when I was leaning back with my legs against my desk. I noticed that by adding a little pressure with my legs it took hardly any effort to move my giant desk forward.
But of course I didn't want to spend all day moving a desk, so I scooted my chair back up and got back to work.
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Some people like to sing about how they would like God to rain down on them.
Well...
Would it be to much to ask for God to snow down on them? A good snow every now and then doesn't hurt anyone. Even spiritual snowing.
Unless its acidic snow. Thats the kind of snow that melts quickly. And painfully.
If you think a snowball to the face stings, wait till you get an acidic snowball to the face. I think at that point, you can only pray that someone will give you another snowball to the face, preferably some type of drug inducing snowball.
In the morning when I walk outside wearing snow pants and a wool hat complimented with matching reversible fingerless mittens, I ask God why he didn't make it snow while I was asleep (I also ask him if he made it 75 degrees to make some type of point.) Then again, if I were God, I'd probably make it snow rocks on the kids who complain about snow all the time. Then, they'd wake up and think, gee, I wonder if it didn't snow rocks today?
I think that would teach kids a valuable lesson about asking.
In my experience, its a lot easier to shovel a driveway full of snow than it is a driveway full of rocks.
If you put off shoveling snow, it biodegrades. If you put off shoveling rock, you biodegrade.
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Joshua William David
Airport, Bed and Pen
I think the name Terminal has negative connotations. I think they should rename terminals to Wellspring of Life Zones. Then waiting for your plane won't be as horrifying.
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I recently raised the top bunk as high as it could go. I would like to say how high it is, but I believe its height is beyond measurement and into the third realm of mormon heaven.
When I wake up on the bottom bunk, I look up and get this feeling that I've sunk several feet into the floor. But then I think, climbing up is less painful than falling down. The other thing I wonder is, if there were explosives attached to my alarm clock, would it be a bomb timer, or an explosive alarm clock? Either way, I don't take any chances.
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I recently depleted the ink out of my favorite pen. This constitutes several milestones in my life.
1) I know what a pen is.
2) I know how to use it.
3) I've managed to keep track of the pen long enough to use all the ink.
As I was explaining this to an almost complete stranger, I realized that my standards for milestones might be lower than they should. But I bet I've had more milestones than any stranger in the world. Chew on that.
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Josh
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I recently raised the top bunk as high as it could go. I would like to say how high it is, but I believe its height is beyond measurement and into the third realm of mormon heaven.
When I wake up on the bottom bunk, I look up and get this feeling that I've sunk several feet into the floor. But then I think, climbing up is less painful than falling down. The other thing I wonder is, if there were explosives attached to my alarm clock, would it be a bomb timer, or an explosive alarm clock? Either way, I don't take any chances.
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I recently depleted the ink out of my favorite pen. This constitutes several milestones in my life.
1) I know what a pen is.
2) I know how to use it.
3) I've managed to keep track of the pen long enough to use all the ink.
As I was explaining this to an almost complete stranger, I realized that my standards for milestones might be lower than they should. But I bet I've had more milestones than any stranger in the world. Chew on that.
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Josh
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