Times!

Remember being a kid and you'd play tag or something and sometimes you'd get tired and yell out "Time!" or "Times!" or if you had a full breath, "Time out!"

Well I had forgotten till I was at the pool today. This one girl kept saying it over and over again while playing tag in the pool. And I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could have that?"

Time out, life. I need a breather.

I also remember having "bases" where we were safe from the person that was "it". I'd like to have some bases in my life, too. Sometimes you get so caught up in everything, you need a place to run to and be protected from everything that is getting shot at you.

I suppose in a way God is my base. He is who I run to when things get to be too much. But I think I'd also like a beach or a mountain that is so serene that I can run to and escape. Maybe I need to move to a place closer to one of those...

That's So Shway

With the recent death of several famous people including Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, the media world has been busy getting as much hype as they can from it. This illustration I found comments on the TV world's approach to covering deaths. It's dead on.

http://picturesforsadchildren.com/blog/famous.png