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Month: October 2009

Scary Places

Halloween is a fun time of year. I’ve noticed lately that stores seem to be competing to see who can be the scariest. In some cases it is almost humorous. I mean, really, how scary can you make a Krispy Kreme store? And If you think about it, it’s really a losing battle. Some places are just plain scary even without Halloween decorations. Here is my list of places that are scary any time of year. Public Restrooms – I’m sure I’m not alone in this. Public restrooms, while a necessity, are creepy. Every time I walk into a public restroom I can feel the germs taking their places and preparing to attack me. I only wish my children shared a bit of my fear. Oddly enough, they have the opposite view of restrooms. They think that we cannot visit a place without at some point visiting the restroom at least twice. The Dentist’s Office – I intend no malice towards any dentists who may be reading this, but dentist’s offices are scary places. I realize that my fear of dentistry is all in my head, but those evil-looking tools and contraptions are here in the real world. Normally I’m a big fan of power tools. I enjoy chain saws and drills – but not near my mouth! In my opinion that is a big difference. Church Sanctuaries –...

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I’m Sorry. I was wrong. (And I’m giving away a free book!)

Man Rule number 487 states that a man can never admit when he’s wrong. Additional penalties apply if he admits to being lost – which is the worst kind of wrong. (And, yes, looking at a map or asking for directions counts as admitting we were wrong.) What some people don’t realize is that marriage vows release a man from this rule. In fact, husbands are expected to admit wrong even when we are not wrong. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” is one of the first phrases every husband needs to learn. So it is without fear that I must admit something about which I was wrong. For the past few weeks I have been convinced that the readers of this blog were giving me the silent treatment. With each post I waited, hoping for comments, but none were ever posted. I began to make wild theories that perhaps only wives were reading this and had instituted a secret vow of silence against me. I even imagined some poor husbands trying to post a comment only to be halted by “the glare.” If you’re not familiar with “the glare” it is the look that wives learn at bridal showers that allows them to stop a husband in his tracks. “The glare” quietly and violently speaks with raised eyebrows, “You better think twice before saying anything about me.” For any...

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Thankful Thursday – Marriage Edition

One of the people I follow on Twitter is Mandisa (@mandisaofficial.) Each week she proclaims “Thankful Thursday” and people tweet what they are thankful for. I’ve never participated in Thankful Thursday because… well… honestly…I don’t see any other guys participating. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been lurking, waiting to participate but it feels a bit like a girl party so I’ve stayed out of it. I’m still thankful, though, I promise. Anyway, it got me thinking. I can post a Thankful Thursday blog post. That way I can participate without feeling like the lone guy at the...

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Did You Hear My Silence?

Many of us claim to be good listeners, but do we listen to the silence? How many people do we overlook simply because they retreat into silence? I have not updated my personal blog in over a month. There are several reasons for that including a crazy overseas travel schedule, sickness and the craziness of having kids in school. But those things happen a lot for me and have not hindered me in the past. The real reason for my silence has been depression. This is the first time I’ve mentioned this publicly, but from time to time I deal with a mild depression. It seems to follow my overall health; when I get sick I am more likely to get depressed. (That is one reason I want to become a runner.) For me the result is usually that I lose interest in things. I cannot seem to force myself to write or read or even play games. Once it’s over I usually ignore it and don’t talk much about it. Truthfully, I don’t expect anyone to notice my silence on my blog. There are so many abandoned blogs that it would make sense to assume I had given up or lost interest. I really didn’t expect any reaction except for a corresponding dip in my Google Analytics numbers. But it did leave me wondering. What about people we...

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I Called Myself Your Friend

I called myself your friend. But, self-proclaimed titles rarely prove true. Had I been your friend, I’m sure I would have heard you. I would have heard the things you screamed at me; Yelling from your silent voice inside. But, I heard nothing, nothing, nothing through my pride. I called myself your friend. And honest, I did not mean to lie. But, had I been your friend I would have seen things through your eyes. I would have seen things from a heart That, though like mine, was not my own. But, I saw nothing, nothing and your cares remained unknown. I called myself your friend, Like a child proclaiming himself to be grown. And like a child, I thought of no one’s cares but my own. So call me what you will; Your choice I will not argue. And, if you choose to call me friend, maybe this time it will be true. Chuck Allen (This is a poem I wrote many years ago. It was previously posted at

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