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  YOU'RE ALWAYS BEING WATCHED: Need a confidence boost? Everyone does. When you take time to make a good first impression, especially for a special event, so don’t mess it up. As soon as a person looks at you, within seconds, they’ve already judged you and your personality. We all may want to say,  “ I don’t judge others based on their looks.”  Ha! If you’re at a formal event and someone walks into a room, head hunched down, wearing a wrinkled shirt with crocks on, what’s your first impression of them? They can be the wealthiest person in the world, yet you, along with everyone in the room, have already judged that person. Even if you get to know them later and discover they are remarkable, that first impression has already been engraved inside your brain.  For example if the media has falsely reported a major event on something and the next had to redact it, on page 10, in fine print, and you’re informed it’s all lies, that first information sticks with you. The dam...

  Some are so addicted to collecting coins, they will risk losing their home. That's dedication. For numerous years, humans have been collecting coins. Some of the first coin collectors were kings, queens, and emperors, and now centuries later some of the social elite and middle class have collected coins for a variety of reasons. For some people collecting is a gobby, some coin collectors collect looking for errors on coins, for some it's about composition, and other people look for a particular type of coin. A lot of collectors are looking for rare coins from particular countries or a specific subject, and there's alway the factor of collecting coins for the purpose of wealth. To what extreme will a person go when it comes to collecting coins?  Buth started collecting coins when he was a young boy. It was after he went to the store with his mom. Holding his moms hand as they walked through the parking lot of the grocery store, he suddenly stopped. His eyes didn't blin...

    WHAT MAKES YOUR HOME A "SMART HOME?" You've probably heard the children's song,  "The foot bone is connected to the leg bone, the leg bone is connected to the knee bone, the knee bone is connected to the thigh bone..."  Every bone in the body is connected to another part of the body. Well, when you ask yourself, "What exactly is a  "Smart Home?"  Think of that song. Everything in a  "Smart Home"  is connected to something else. Just imagine waking up calmly to the shades slowing opening automatically as your alarm goes off and your lights dimmer on slowly before you get out of bed. As just as you come down the stairs the security alarm system is now unarmed so you can let the dog out without the alarm going off, and there's no need to feed the dog, you can brush your teeth while the pet feeder releases your furry friends breakfast. Your voice assistant reads your calendar and schedule for the day as you get dressed. It's ...

            Don't Let Go Of A Classic  When I hear someone say,  "If you love something set it free and if it returns to you it was meant to be."  I recently heard someone say that and my body cringed while at the same time my brain thought,  "Who is this idiot?"  I didn't even need to see what he looked like...it didn't matter. The fact that his voice was so nonchalant, word after word he announced was crippling with an easy going flow.  "This guy has never felt any remorse or regret,"  he was infuriating and I think he was just repeating words he heard people say, not knowing what that phrase really means. I wanted to say,  "That's a load of crap!"  Especially when it comes to guitars. Okay...it's open for interpretation, it's all about how you look at things that make the words have meanings. Granted, I viewed that phrase opposite of how he envisioned it. Although it's been decades, I still I haven't got ...

  THE CHRISTMAS THAT NEVER WAS I t seemed like fourth of July was just here BBQ's and fireworks...and now it's Christmas morning. As a kid it's something that everybody looks forward to, but this one was just a little off. The usual "Dancer," that dad had over as, "a guest", the dad that would always make my brother and I breakfast, he hasn't been seen in over a week. For over a week, no dad. We looked at each other, we heard some  scratches and  yelling that morning coming from the next door neighbors that woke us up. So there you have it, Christmas morning. We go outside to find our father parked on top of the neighbors Christmas decorations. The neighbor who just discovered the same scene was violently screaming and cursing at our father...who was still passed out inside of our car.                                       NEIGHBOR             ...

                                  Once upon a time in a small town nestled between rolling hills and lush green forests, there lived a boy named Max. Max was a quiet and imaginative child who loved spending his days exploring the world around him. But what set Max apart from the other children in town was his best friend, Sparky - an imaginary dog with a heart as big as the sky. Max and Sparky were inseparable. They would roam the fields and meadows, chasing butterflies and climbing trees. Sparky would bark at imaginary squirrels and wag his tail in excitement whenever Max would tell him a story. To Max, Sparky was more than just a figment of his imagination; he was a loyal companion who brought joy and laughter into his life. One sunny afternoon, as Max and Sparky were playing by the river, they stumbled upon a mysterious old map hidden under a pile of colorful leaves. The map promised an adventure bey...