It’s Monday after the Super Bowl, which really should be a national day off! But since it’s not, there are other ways we can celebrate. Here are some things you can do:
Every time you accomplish anything, do a touchdown dance.
Take a selfie with a stranger while listening to Justin Timberlake.
Randomly stand up and tackle yourself to the ground.
Flap your arms like an Eagle and shout “I can fly!!”
Get your hair cut like Tom Brady cause bangs are cool.
Use Kleenex as penalty flags to throw fouls on coworkers and family.
Eat some leftover wings and Doritos.
Celebrate good times, c’mon!
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Suddenly our granddaughter has an exciting new skill!
The Moonpie can crawl!!
Her world will never be the same, (neither will ours!) She had been doing a modified army crawl the last few weeks to get around, but now she is off to the races. And she is already faster than me!
It is amazing how we are ALL designed to discover, and wired to wonder, and made to move.
The timing is different for all of us, but we instinctively know when it’s time to crawl, and walk, and move.
I recognize certain things in her that I see in myself. We are prone to wonder and now, wander. We both think we are fiercely independent without realizing that we are still completely dependent.
She is crawling looking for new adventure.
So am I.
I just got to try to keep up.
I’m man enough to proudly proclaim that I love bath bombs.
It’s true.
I’m a big fan of the fragrant fizzers. They are my second favorite way to make bubbles in a bathtub.
Bath bombs always have very creative, tranquil sounding names like “Pink Jasmine Unicorn Bliss” or “Sangria Serenity Shavings”.
In the last week I’ve enjoyed “Mango Lemongrass” and “Lavender Melon Ball” (which both sound like questionable salad ideas!)
The one that I used tonight was called “Angel Sweat”. It made the water a beautiful, deep shade of blue…
the exact same shade of blue that you find in most porta pottys.
Seriously…
It suddenly dawned on me as I relaxed in the piping hot tub that it looked like I was reclining in a large portable toilet.
That’s a pretty awesome realization.
I didn’t get out of the tub, I was enjoying soaking in the blue water too much.
In fact, I sat there and thought…
Hmmm…they should name that one “Steaming Commode”, but, I’m not sure if that would go over with the traditional bath bomb crowd.
It make me think…
They should make bath bombs that you wouldn’t expect….tomato soup? Swamp? Nacho cheese? French onion dip?
That would be pretty awesome.
In my dream…
It is Sunday, February 4th, 2018.
Super Bowl Sunday.
People are gathered in Minneapolis to witness Super Bowl LII…
The Eagles versus the Patriots.
Millions of others are gathered around their TVs. Many are only there for the commercials, halftime show, or hot wings.
BUT…
Unbeknownst to the sports world, Jerry Jones has secretly funded a sports-science experiment. Mr. Jones has hired the nation’s foremost experts on time travel. They have been working for months in a secret underground laboratory hidden beneath an unassuming Whataburger in Grapevine, Texas. These brilliant scientists have developed a fully operational global time machine that is driven by a flux capacitor. The time machine is fueled by Pepsi, Doritos dust, and a Diana Ross cassette.
After much hype, it’s finally game time.
BUT…
just as Pink starts to magnificently sing the National Anthem, a mysterious man in a blue and gray trench coat hits a red button and strange things begin to happen…
(For dramatic effect: please move your head back and forth as you read this part.)
Suddenly the game changes…
The laws of time, space, and football are violated.
The entire globe is transported back in time to January 28, 1996
Suddenly, Pink is gone and it’s Vanessa Williams singing at Super Bowl XXX!
Tom Brady is a backup quarterback at the University of Michigan.
Instead of Brady there is Troy Aikman. He is joined by Michael Irvin, Deion Sanders, Emmitt Smith, Dermontti Dawson, Kevin Greene, Rod Woodson. Hall of Famers suddenly in their prime again!
It’s the Dallas Cowboys versus the Pittsburgh Steelers. It’s refried awesomeness as The Cowboys defeat the Steelers by the score of 27–17…AGAIN…for the first time!
AND…
The Super Bowl is Super again.
Through the magic of a wrinkle (and sprinkle) in time, America’s Team regains it’s rightful place.
Time is rewritten in my dreams.
AND…
then I wake up on Monday with Doritos dust in my beard and I discover that Super Bowl LII was never played.
The Patriots didn’t raise a flag, the Eagles didn’t fly.
Tom Brady is so distraught that he immediately retires from football and becomes a water purifier salesman in Topeka, Kansas.
Deion Sanders comes out of retirement.
AND…
I become the first ever male Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader.
This all begins a 15 year championship streak for the Cowboys.
That is my big game dream.
We are all looking for the emerald city.
A shiny place where the grass is always greener.
A safe place where a well placed bucket of water can destroy our greatest foe.
A successful place where you simply follow the yellow brick road if you want your wildest dreams to come true.
A showy place where we have no problems because we are popular.
But, inevitably we get a strange feeling that we aren’t in Kansas anymore.
The curtain crashes down and we realize that we’ve been lied to.
We realize that the yellow brick road is cheap spray paint.
We realize that self-manufactured, earthy wizards aren’t really wonderful at all.
It’s all a scam propped up to distract our munchkin minds.
We wrestle with wicked.
We struggle to shake off the flying monkeys that would carry us away.
We think that good will be good enough.
So we feverishly click our heels together and we hunger for home.
But we need more than good.
We need a heart that has been made new.
We need a brain that chooses to believe the truth.
And, we need the courage to confess that we are lost in a strange land.
(A little dog to keep us company also doesn’t hurt.)
There’s no place like home!
We realize that when good proves vain and turns brown, grace is the richest shade of green.
Grace is the only thing that can carry us home like a hot air balloon.
The grace of a good King, rather than a cranky phony wizard.
Love helps us defy gravity,
Because everyone deserves a chance to fly.
The Spirit gently whispers invitation to these dead bones…
“May I have this dance?”
Life and strength return as I find myself led onto the dance floor.
A sweet song washes over me…
I know and I am known.
There is…
Healing,
Freedom,
Forgiveness,
Courage.
The slow groove of undeserved love surrounds me.
I’m allowed to awkwardly move to the unforced rhythm of grace.
And we dance into the darkest night…
as a sweet song washes over me.
carbonated joy 