The Mocha Monkey scarfed down half my Grand Slam at Denny's (at 5 a.m.!) before heading out toward San Francisco on Saturday.
We then burned a lot of “shoe leather” hiking up-and-down the streets (hills) of San Francisco. I knew the city was built on hills but I never knew how STEEP they were!
Check back often to read about other San Francisco adventures of the Mocha Monkey.
Late Friday, the Mocha Monkey nearly fell off a cliff along California Highway 1 between San Francisco and Santa Cruz.
Apparently trying to get a closer look at the Pacific Ocean, he got too close to the edge of the rocks and slipped. After he called out that he was in trouble, I immediately pulled him to safety.
Although Mocha Monkey was a little shaken, he decided to continue with me on our journey to San Francisco.
Check back often for more adventures of the Mocha Monkey.
Here's an inspiring excerpt I read from God Never Blinks: 50 Lessons for Life's Little Detours by Regina Brett.
Graduates: Go after your own grail with gusto
The parents are starting to panic.
As college seniors prepare to graduate, their loved ones call and write me for advice: My daughter, my son, is graduating from college and there are no jobs. They spent all that time and money to prepare for a career that might not exist. What can I say or do to give them hope?
Before you start making room in your basement for them to move in, give them the greatest graduation gift there is: believe in them.
Hope for the next generation isn't found in the want ads. You make your own hope.
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My sister shared this poem she received in an e-mail. It touched me enough to want to share it with you. This story was written by Melinda Clements and is at: http://bit.ly/ww1iel
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. ‘Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.
‘I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her. …
“Babies” is a documentary that follows four babies in four different countries for a full year. If you're a mom, want to be a mom or just “Mr. Mom,” you should see this flick. I treated my wife and mother-in-law to this on Mother's Day and we all thoroughly enjoyed it (and I'm a guy! Please, don't take away my “Man Card.”)