CLICK

Maybe this should be titled "hit the pause button" or "slow motion." Either way "Click" is good enough.

Not all that long ago Adam Sandler was in a semi popular movie called "CLICK." It didn't do all that well in the box office but the profit would have been something we poorer people would have been able to get out of debt with. Maybe it was the thought behind the movie that brought it "some" attention. The story line wasn't all that great and the overall plot and acting wasn't even something remotely inspiring. But having a majic remote control for life! That is a worth while thought.

Being able to slow things down, fast forward through certain parts or skip them alltogether, would be in some cases a blessing. Given of course the thing didn't screw up like in the movie. There was this one scene where Adam hit the "pause" button. Slapped his boss in the face, jumped up on the desk and ripped a juicy nast fart right in his nose. Then he hit "play." I found this wildly funny. How many of us would have liked to do that very thing?

What about pausing in life? What about hitting that mental pause button where everything else in life that really and truely doesn't have meaning and enjoying everthing that does?! Seems my blogs of late are a lot on life and slowing down. But the older my kid get and every year there is an aniversary of my marriage that comes and goes, I realize the importance of hitting that mental "pause" button on life. All the e-mails that should be in our "junk folder", all the serfing of the web, the countless hours that add up from texting and talking on the phone, not to mention the waste of time by sitting in front of the TV and shoveling the crazy amounts of unhealthy food into our yap's...

Why not do something without those distractions? Leave the cell phone off, let the screene on the TV stay black, shut down the computer and disable the internet, un plug the phone, toss the keys to the car and office in it's place and do something a little more worth while. Like, spend time with your kids (or family if you have no kids of your own). Play a board game (which I will admit I do not enjoy all that much), build a house of cards and for the very purpose of bringing joy to the kids as they destroy it. Build them a massive tent or cardboard box mansion. When we lived in Skagway, we had a one bedroom overpriced apartment with no extra money for cable or satelite. So TV was on much less. Before I worked my four jobs that I quickly acquired after my wife got pregnant with our second child, I found ways to do crazy things with Gabby, while mommy was away at work. Sure, we took semi long walks, until of course she was to tired and daddy had to carrry her for the countless blocks back to the house or around town. But every now and again on a Sunday or just for fun I would do Gabby's hair (what little she had). Gabby didn't have much hair at all for the first two years of her life, so we did very little with it. But daddy being the creative geneius he is, would do her hair up for all the world to see. She wasn't embarrassed. She loved it. One Sunday morning I took her into the bathroom while mommy got ready for church. I sat her up on the counter and grabbyed my mouse. Squeezing more than i needed into my hand to be sure the little bit of hair I had to work with on her head would be rock hard, I skulped a masterpiece pointed mowhawk. Spikes pointed razor sharp in the middle of her head some much higher than others made me smile, and when I turned her around to look in the mirror her little giggles rang through our apartment causing mommy to come running. Luckily my wife was not mad but laughed and rolled her eyes.

See, I hit the pause button on the rest of life to have a little bit of fun that created a memory to write her and bring a smile to my face as I clicked away at the keys. Aren't we suppose to enjoy life for what it's worth?

Do yourself a favor, HIT THE PAUSE BUTTON ON LIFE. Everything will be there when you push play again.


Blessings,

Mike III