Persnickety

Life
At first I thought it wasn’t a real word. It was just something that came to mind-probably due to an overabundance of the Nickelodeon cartoons that my son can?t get enough of. Persnickety. An odd enough sounding word that would fool my 4-year old son in a way that I felt necessary. Persnickety. My greatest triumph as a father and also my biggest failing, for I allowed my morals and the upbringing of my child to be compromised. Let me explain… My son is a good boy. He minds my wife and me. He picks up after himself (with a little prodding). He even minds us when we’re out in public. But a few months ago, someone told him that is was fun to use certain words that I don’t…
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A Hatched Egg and a Planted Potato

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This was written by my uncle Ray Nickel, who passed away in his sleep December 26, 2008. Have you ever gone to the farm, a fair, or a zoo and watched those white-pearl eggs in the incubator under the glowing lamps and waited for a yellow fluff of a chick while it pecked from within its brittle prison, jiggling it almost imperceptively and you could hardly wait till it broke free so you could see it wet and new to the world wobbling on its new found legs and peeping its new song? Or, have you ever cut up a potato tuber, careful to get at least two to three eyes per section, buried it eyes-up beneath the crumbly prepared musty earth in faith that it would sprout and in…
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The good news, the bad news

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The good news: My chronological Bible project has started. The bad news: I didn’t proofread the e-mail before sending it and sent an unfinished version. This has been rectified and the original e-mail can be deleted in favor of the corrected version. How embarassing, though! Oh well. One of my favorite quotes is, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and that’s my excuse!” although I wanted a professional-looking newsletter from the beginning. When I was married, there were a few bloopers in the wedding ceremony. The bloopers are what made it memorable. And that’s OK.
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