As Palmer and my second wedding anniversary approaches, friends often ask the question of what I’ve learned in marriage. I’ve written about the power of marriage before. Some of our contemporary society’s most divisive and polarizing debates concern the fundamental nature of what marriage is or what marriage is not. More than half of American marriages end in divorce. There are countless posts out there on the internet written by conservatives, liberals, and everyone in-between about the nature of marriage, the decline of marriage, how that decline increases poverty and chances that children will commit crime and numerous other indicators that should worry us as a society. I’m not writing a post about that today.
As my second anniversary approaches, I look at what Christ says about marriage. I look at what Paul says about marriage. I ponder why Christ’s relationship with the Church is a frequent model for husbands and wives in marriages. There are many theological and political debates to be had here, but that is not my intention. What Paul calls the “profound mystery” holds the key to my reflection on marriage, which reveals within me how self-centered I can truly be. But while Palmer loves me in spite of and sometimes even because of my self-centeredness, I’m humbled and begin to grasp 1% of what Christ’s unconditional and sacrificial love is all about.
Last night on The Bachelorette, there were high heels, tears, helicopters (obvi), and, of course, a private Darius Rucker show. No one’s quite sure when this show became the relaunch pad for comeback 90′s artists, but, then again, nobody really cares. To be honest, most of this episode was an opportunity for ABC to put their do-good shoes on and promote support for the Red Cross’ Hurricane Sandy efforts. And, as noble as that is, if you’re anything like me, most of the time you were just asking yourself: is that where Jersey Shore was filmed? The highlight of this bore-fest was the Mr. Bachelorette or Mr. America or whatever pageant, where the dudes put on speedos and Des giggled. In case you (hopefully) missed it:
[Editor's Note: I received this e-mail from my wife last week. With our anniversary coming up this week, she had decided she would shop for my present solely on SkyMall's website. This is going to start a mini-series of Palmer's gift ideas for various occasions. Check out the e-mail below for Gifts for Him. It's got something for everyone. Enjoy!]
So I’ve been searching for the perfect anniversary present for you. Here are the top contenders thus far:
Is this the Superman we’ve been eagerly awaiting? When word first broke “300” director Zack Snyder had been put in charge of the fabled DC Comics franchise, viewers knew instantly they were going to enjoy a film with more action than previous outings.
True to form, Snyder gives us our money’s worth in “Man of Steel.” Prepare yourself for a feast for the eyes, especially in the second half; the WB cinematic re-launch of the 75-year-old hero dazzles with flying tights, crashing buildings and fabulous fights that are sure to get the audience “Ooo-ing” and “Aww-ing.” Read more
Four years ago, my then girlfriend, now wife, Katelyn and I were looking for ways to occupy the so called dog days of summer that were dragging along in Oxford, MS. She was a student; I was a chef/mover/waiter/blogger/beer drinker. (Man. Life was easy then.) Aside from the usual pool going, there wasn’t a whole heckuva lot to do. Netflix hadn’t yet hit its streaming stride and neither of our lives were very demanding, so we sat around and watched a lot of daytime TV. (Neither of us had DVR.)
One day that summer, while she was vacationing with her family and I was hitting the nadir of boredom (which I would KILLLL for now), I suggested we “start a show.” Neither of us had gone back and watched a show that had already been on or caught up to a show that was currently on, as is popular to do now, so we started discussing shows we might want to watch. The Wire, The Sopranos, and West Wing were all quickly dismissed. We were both Lost watchers so the easy, culturally relevant choice of 2009 was out. The decision was proving to be harder than we anticipated. Read more
In honor of the U.S. Open this weekend, I found it appropriate to share this amazing story I saw on TV a couple days ago. This young man is a true testament to the underrated healing powers that sports can have on our souls. Zakki is a true inspiration and I’m really proud to be a part of the same First Tee organization that he represents so well.
Here is Zakki’s story: Read more
With Man of Steel bringing Superman back to the silver screen when it premieres this weekend, we thought The Wise Guise and friends should each answer the question: “What is the best/your favorite superhero movie?” Because several of the guise feared every answer would be The Dark Knight, we decided to not make people choose between Heath Ledger and anyone else (DARN YOU, OLSEN TWINS!). So we made the weekly topic best superhero movie… not called The Dark Knight. We asked people to be creative. The result: THREE Keanu Reeves movies were mentioned. Check out what The Wise Guise and friends discussed, including traditional superhero movies and… others. Enjoy!
Alex and Warner recently saw a preview of This is the End, the latest comedy from the Apatow proteges. Check out what each of them thought about this wildly over-the-top, yet ultimately surprisingly satisfying summer comedy!
Oh boy. Here we go. Last night on The Bachelorette we had lady tanks, ex (current?!) girlfriends, tears, makeouts, and, as always: fast forwarding. There was some dodgeball and some stunt doubling, and the whole world decided they wanted to be in Des’ shoes just so they could sit in the presence of Juan Pablo, the spanish speaking sex machine who looks like a way hotter version of Matthew Mc-On-uh-Hey! Time for the five greatest/worst moments of last night’s episode!
It happened every Sunday night there was an awards show on like clockwork. I would log onto the social media service of my choosing, get the popcorn out and revel in the massive party of hate against Taylor Swift by friends and family members alike.
“She can’t sing live!” “We’re so sick of her!” “Can’t she quit acting so surprised when she wins something?” The comments were pretty much always the same, but that didn’t make them any less enjoyable. We’d anxiously await the end of a subpar performance before taking to our 140-character count with the most snarky remarks imaginable.
The love affair was over. There was a period of time in which the whole world fell head over heels for the pop country superstar. Her album “Fearless” was a sales monster and an awards juggernaut. She was honored everywhere she went, and we just couldn’t get enough of this cute Alice lost in an entertainment wonderland.