Crumb – It’s All About You

Crumb – It’s All About You

It isn’t really, but, in this case, it is. I was listening to something today about developing a morning routine. One that is guaranteed to make you famous and beautiful and smart and probably live forever. Then I thought, screw this crap. The whole idea started to bother me. It’s simply someone else telling me [...]

Crumb – Genesis and Real People

Crumb – Genesis and Real People

I think people have the wrong idea about who G works with. At least the Hebrew G. We imagine the people G uses are like our pastor or priest, or maybe like the sweater-wearing goof from The Simpsons. I can't say that G doesn't work with these folks, or that He won't. I not much [...]

Crumb – Classrooms

Crumb – Classrooms

I'm not sure at all what this means. Chime in with your interpretation. My wife works with kids who are learning disabled. For old guys like me, this is the Special Ed class. She was telling me today about a girl who goes to a regular classroom for science. Thinking of the Sharks and the [...]

Crumb: No Hope for Humankind

Crumb: No Hope for Humankind

Some readers will know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve been helping my wife this week while she recovers from surgery. Partly this means carting the girls to and from school each day. This all happens in what we call the car line. They’re in the sixth grade and all six graders come and go [...]

Crumb – Who Are You Voting For?

Crumb – Who Are You Voting For?

Here's one I had a good laugh over. As an explanation, I bought a pack of TableTopic cards for the family as a Christmas present. I thought it would be a way to get us talking about things other than who pushed who in the lunch line. I've also noticed that my wife and I [...]

Crumb – Doing Someone Else’s Job

Crumb – Doing Someone Else’s Job

File this one under things that really bug me. Or things I hate. Not sure if it's technology, business, or laziness. You decide.   I bought an old truck over Chrismas holiday and called my insurance company to add it to my policy. "Just give it the same coverage as the Saab," I said. I [...]

Blood and Love

Here's a great one. I asked my nine-year-old daughter how she knows that she's not a robot. Without hesitation, and with a smarminess that told me she thought the question was stupid, she blurted out "I'm made of blood and love. No robot is made of blood and love!" Selah.