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Written by Langdon Reid
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Wednesday, 08 July 2009 19:06 |
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With the experience and knowledge I’ve gained throughout my multiple summers here upon this earth, I have discovered that two minor changes need to take place in our daily routines that will deliver us from the inevitable stress and frustration that ultimately leads to, well, more stress and frustration. Oh yeah, this is assuming, of course, that your daily routine is the same as mine!
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 06 January 2010 15:30 |
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I Still Scream for Ice Cream! |
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Written by Langdon Reid
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Friday, 31 July 2009 18:14 |
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 “Laughter is the best medicine.” We all know this quote and probably believe in it to a certain extent. It’s a good one. Actually, I think it’s a great one. Just about any or all uncomfortable or stressful or taxing situations can be dissolved with somebody prompting a laugh. I wouldn’t recommend prompting that laugh at funerals, monasteries, or during Tiger’s backswing, but all in all, laughing is a good thing.
If you’re feeling down, laughing makes you feel better. If you’re feeling up, then it’s that much easier to laugh. We just have to be willing to find something funny in something to laugh at. Annie Fellows Johnston (whoever she was) once said that “men need laughter sometimes more than food.” Very good point Ms. Fellows Johnston, however, au contraire. This brings me to my next and main point.
I confidently submit, due to avid, extensive, and consistent research, that this quotation, or mantra if you will (or even if you won’t), shall be amended forevermore. Laughter is no longer the best medicine; it is ice cream.
Yes, at the bottom of all doctor prescription cards, it should read in bold letters: and be sure to consume daily, two scoops of your favorite ice cream to ensure the perfect balance of life that God has intended!
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 06 January 2010 15:31 |
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Written by Langdon Reid
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Wednesday, 08 July 2009 12:01 |
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The first big impressive word I learned at a rather young age was ambidextrous.
When walking to the plate at my first tee-ball practice, I hesitated for a moment not sure which batter’s box to step in. Am I right-handed or left-handed? The only thing I knew for sure is that I was confused. My coach, with a concerned look on his face, ran over to me and asked, “What’s wrong, buddy?”
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