One more from #Phish in Eugene.
One more from #Phish in Eugene.
Royce Freeman - 4 TDs vs Washington #GoDucks #Oregon #StickWithTheseUniformsPlease
#Phish in Eugene for the first time in 20 years. Great show! (at Matthew Knight Arena)
Listen here, cow turd…
Zealand’s “uneasy because it’s getting dark outside and mommy is still gone on her run” face.
Larry Allen was a Hall of Famer because he was a great offensive lineman, but he would have made it even if this was his only highlight.
The Muppets do a mean Beastie Boys cover!
If James Brown and Napoleon Dynamite had children… Vulfpeck
She’s a scene stealer, for sure
Reed loves her some Tasmania
Scarlet teaching me some hot licks
What follows is a copy-and-paste of the words in one of those e-mail forwards that make the rounds. I have no idea who originally wrote it, and I have no idea if this professor in the story is real or if the story is purely anecdotal. Whatever the case may be, I enjoyed reading it (which is more than I can say about most of these types of stories forwarded again and again) and wanted to pass it along here.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll
ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..
‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
Happy Mother’s Day