As they called out times as I ran past the two-mile marker, a guy on my left passes me pushing a stroller, a freaking stroller. 

 I still remember the room.  Everything was put in it's place and smelled of cleaning supplies. I was sitting in a pastor’s office waiting to give my pitch about why my talk would be good for his youth group and families. 

My title isn’t a set up to be a joke.  It literally happened this weekend at a rendezvous in Albert Lea, Minnesota.

For some time now, I have watched Walter White turn from a mild mannered emotional wreck with cancer, to a meth cooker/drug king pin with cancer who is an even bigger emotional wreck.

Opening up my wedding party gift, I didn’t know what to expect. My friend Scotty is a rather odd guy

It was the end of a long couple of days and I was watching the Notre Dame football game with my fiancée’s Dad. We were chatting about our jobs; they overlap quite a bit, football, and life.

I was sitting at a table with one eye and both ears on my friend singing karaoke at a place called the Red Lion.  My other eye was on the television set in the corner of the room.  It was game two of the Eastern Conference NBA finals when Lebron was still a good guy for my hometown team, the Cleveland Cavaliers. 

    I’m often asked why I use humor in all of my presentations. The theory goes if we are talking about deep felt emotions there must be no room for laughter.