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Chocolate Cake Solution

Chocolate Cake Solution

Did you ever just need a solution that works for ANY problem you might have in your life?

The best solution I ever found for anything, has been the best solution for EVERY single problem I’ve ever faced, no matter what it is or where I find it, any problem can be solved with this solution.

Chocolate Cake

Chocolate CakeNow, you may be thinking just any chocolate cake will do, but that isn’t the case. It has to be a specific kind of chocolate cake, with fudgy dark chocolate, rich and decadent, almost sinful to eat it, smothered with thick rich dark chocolate whipped frosting, and drizzled with… You guessed it, more fudgy chocolate sauce.

Nothing less works. Nothing else will do.

It’s gotta be THAT cake.

Moist rich, fudgy and decadent chocolate cake, chocolate frosting – you know the kind – it’s so chocolatey and rich your teeth go into a frenzy when you take the first bite, and they don’t stop frenzy-ing until you’ve finished off the whole cake.

And the secret…

Do you know the secret to making sure your chocolatey rich cake stays moist and delicious until the very last bite?

There is a secret… And it’s the final grasp of reality you need to know,  all figured out and ready to solve your problems…

The secret to keeping your rich, chocolaty fudge cake moist and delicious until the very last bite, is to eat it all in one setting, just like Oris George does!

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It happened in the book.

It happened in the book.

I woke up laughing this morning.

A picture in my mind…

Back Roads of Yesterday - Oris GeorgeOne young lad carting eggs to town for his mother, driving a team of one stubborn mule and a buckboard. The mule stopped suddenly, eggs flew everywhere and the lad, covered in processed mule feed, returned home a wee bit smarter than he’d been when he left.

A life lesson?

A fable is a lesson taught  through a story. A story that may or may not have been true, but the lesson taught in the story reveals a side of reality that can be easily construed, or missed entirely.

We either learn from our mistakes or from the mistakes of others. But most will agree that life lessons are drawn from mistakes made.

Prayers change the prayer, not the prayee. 

Whenever I struggle to deal with a person, I put them on my prayer list. Over the years, I’ve learned that if I pray consistently for a person, they become easier for me to understand. They often even become friends, and occasionally, I get over the anger I’ve felt toward them, and accept their human failures by finding more about them to like than dislike.

My prayers for those people whom I struggle with don’t change them, they change me.

Such is the way of life lessons, we can’t teach them. We learn them.

The coyote howls in the distance…

And a new day begins.

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Precious Moments

Precious Moments

In the still quiet hours of the morning, the meadow lark elaborates on the day, and the coyotes howl their final good-byes to the moon, and I sit in wonder at the amazing light fingering the eastern skies. Even on days when the skies are totally clear, the light filters through the atmosphere slowly enough to find moisture and dust to light up with color.

First light is colored, orange and red, slivers of brilliance fragmenting across the deep blues that fade into day.

Memories of a lifetime fill my mind.

Tell My StoryThoughts. Words. People. Laughter. Tears. All things blend together forming chains of thought meandering from one moment to another. some frame the world that exists today, others fade into the distance, hiding from the light, as if they wish they’d never happened. But, I remember.

A life well lived isn’t always happy. At times, tears wash the stains from the moment, clear the air, and bring relevance to people who might have made no difference. Other people changed the world with their presence. Still others, unremarkably left scars on the land, stains on hearts, and sorrow in their paths.

As I consider the warm cup in my hand, a bitter brew flowing, the realization that each moment is a blessing. I know that this day – I must make a difference that matters.

Today, I must make a precious memory.

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