It seems to me that life becomes more and more chaotic with each passing year. With this said, I don't believe my life has become nearly as chaotic as it has for Bill James of Las Vegas, Nev.
My household is always filled with entertaining conversation from the 5-year-old boy and the newly turned 7-year-old girl who now has neither of her front teeth. She's beginning to look more and more like a Gamble relative every day. Give her a plug of tobacco and 20 cuss words and I might start calling her Aunt Joan.
Over the years, I have often been reminded that no one or nothing is either all bad or all good. Even the worst person has some redeeming quality, although I am hard pressed to come up with one for Charles Manson at the moment. And, even the best person has at least something they need to work on.
In life, there are many memorable moments, none more so than the precious first.You know -- the first step, the first words, the first time they have to report to their parole officer. Yes, the first kiss, the first marriage and sometimes the second, third, and fourth.
I read earlier this week where the government just completed a study to determine whether it is true that teenage boys actually eat much larger amounts of food than younger children or adults.
I've long ago decided the world has lost its direction and is headed to hell in a hand basket. What I don't know is why do we say "in a hand basket."
A few days ago I was in the shower when my 6-year-old daughter burst in the bathroom under cries of "I'm about to pee-pee in my pants." She sat across from the shower to alleviate the emergency and suddenly exclaimed "Oh my goodness, I see daddy's gigantic ..."
I recently spent the weekend in Savannah with the family. We spent a good bit of time on the beach at Tybee Island.I like the beach, the smell of clean salt water, the cool breeze coming off shore and of course, all the girls in bikinis. But, things have sure changed from when I was a teenager rumbling around on the beach at Panama City.
Iran will soon have a nuclear bomb. North Korea torpedoed a South Korean ship without provocation. War rages in Iraq and in Afghanistan.So on and so forth it goes.
I, like many Americans, have become increasingly concerned about the issue of illegal aliens flooding this country. What is being done, what should be done, why isn't anything being done, are all valid questions and they deserve an answer.
I was at church last Sunday with all the family, which includes, unfortunately, at least when at church, the 5 year old boy. Church, in case you missed it, is not well designed for the average 5 year old boy, much less for the Tasmanian Tsunami I call son.
I have feared for many years that mankind is becoming increasingly dumber. Well, actually, I have also figured that I am becoming increasingly dumber, but that is another story for another day.
The 5-year-old boy and 6-year-old girl discussed important historical issues on the way home from school last week.The little boy said the greatest person ever was George Washington. The little girl said what about the Founding Fathers.
As most of you probably already know, I am a renowned visionary. With this fact in mind, I offer my vision for the Dougherty County School Board, circa 2020.
If divine justice has ever fallen from the sky, it happened on Sunday at the Masters. Phil Mickelson, consummate family man, wins the tournament as his cancer-stricken wife, bedridden all week, waits for him at the 18th hole.
I recently read with interest, as opposed to my usual reading with a lack of interest, where Donald Wolfe, a 59-year-old Pennsylvania man, was charged with public drunkenness for trying to give a possum mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Last week, I began my new career as a 5- and 6-year-old soccer coach.This is a stunning achievement, given that I have never played soccer in my entire life.
I took the little 6-year-old princess to church Saturday for acolyte training.
According to the Wall Street Journal, Switzerland voted on whether or not to allow animals to have "publicly paid for public defenders" on Sunday.
The Winter Olympics have finally concluded with the USA totaling the most medals.
Like millions of other Americans, I did not watch Tiger Woods apologize to the world for cheating on his wife. Whatever happened to the good ol' days when a man apologized to his wife and left everybody else out of the fray?
As a general rule, I try to walk or jog, around my circular driveway most nights. It's 2/10 of a mile, so it serves as sort of a track.
I see where Michelle Obama has started some type of initiative to fight childhood obesity. It is no secret Americans are too fat.
My mother recently suffered the unfortunate event of having her gall bladder removed. She is the eldest of two brothers and three sisters and was the only child still with a gall bladder.
I was saddened last week by the news that Teddy Pendergrass, the great soul singer, had died.For a long period of time, Pendergrass was the lead singer for Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes.
When President Obama ran for president, he promised on numerous occasions that his governance would trumpet transparency.
Terrell Academy's basketball team recently broke the record for consecutive wins to start the season, winning their 10th straight game. It caught my eye because it was my senior year's team that held the record of nine straight wins.
With Christmas past and New Year's gone, it is now time to play with the gifts Santa brought, at least if you are like me and have a 5- and 6-year-old.
T. Gamble, columnist