Love The Mug

So I have aspirations of being a “writer”, but I’m struggling to get one post a week off now. What gives? I think it’s fear that I won’t be good at it, but that is stupid. Here goes blog # 2. OK that sounds bad, here goes my second blog post ( #2 can never be good, right? ). GREAT! Now I’m starting posts with embarrassing poop jokes.

So I was speaking on stage with my awesome sister Julie recently. She has Down Syndrome which is caused by an extra chromosome. My Grandpa said she did not have an extra, but that you and I are missing it. “It’s the LOVE Chromosome”, he said. My grandpa was very wise. Chances are you have met, or know somebody with Down Syndrome.



Flatten your life. And laugh.

So in downtown Atlanta today I see all these big white movie trucks. If you live in, or have been to a big city lately, you’ve probably seen them. Food, wardrobe, cameras, etc. They all get trucks parked randomly near the film site. Then there are the trailers. I LOVE that! Who stays in trailers? People whose family tree is likely a wreath, …and the big “stars”

Not the point of this blog, but it’s all perspective people. In one case the trailer is laughable, mocked and thought of as “Man, I hope I never get there”. In the other, though still a trailer, it is now luxury, coveted and thought of as “One day if I’m lucky I’ll get there.”