@DoodleNessa Hardest thing ever - thank you for sharing her with us. I have enjoyed all her shenanigans and always looked forward to seeing what was next. Hugs.
North Carolina's Carter French travels with a bag of dirt from Boshamer Stadium and sprinkles some on the field in Omaha for good luck.
The Tar Heels can clinch a spot in the national championship today vs. West Virginia.
There’s a generation a lot of people forget exists. We were born at the tail end of the Boomers, but we are not culturally the same as people born in the 40s and early 50s. We are Generation Jones.
And honestly, it explains a lot.
We grew up in a world that still felt fundamentally analog, but we were young enough to be dragged headfirst into the digital revolution. We are the bridge generation between rotary phones and smartphones, between slide rules and AI, between Walter Cronkite and algorithm driven media.
We remember when there were only a few television channels and the entire country watched the same thing at the same time. We also adapted to the internet, email, forums, social media, streaming and now artificial intelligence. We lived before and after the technological singularity hit everyday life.
That is not a small thing.
People born in the 40s came of age in a post World War II America that was still industrial, deeply hierarchical and institutionally stable. Their formative years were shaped by the Cold War, Vietnam, the civil rights era and a society where information moved slowly.
Generation Jones came later. We inherited the aftermath of all of that.
We were the kids who watched Watergate destroy blind trust in government. We watched manufacturing begin to collapse. We saw divorce rates explode. We were the first truly latchkey generation in massive numbers. We learned independence early because many of us had to.
We grew up with one foot in old America and one foot in whatever this new thing was becoming.
We played outside until the streetlights came on but we also learned DOS commands. We learned cursive and keyboarding. We had card catalogs and Google searches. We went from vinyl records to cassette tapes to CDs to MP3s to streaming in one lifetime.
We remember maps. We remember memorizing phone numbers. We remember life before GPS and before every human interaction became filtered through a screen.
And because of that, I think Generation Jones developed a very unique perspective. We are adaptable because we had no choice but to adapt. We learned technology as adults instead of being born into it. We remember a slower world but were forced to survive in a rapidly accelerating one.
That creates a very different mindset than either older Boomers or younger Gen X and Millennials.
A lot of us also reject the caricature people now associate with “Boomers.” We were not buying houses for the cost of a sandwich in 1965. The interest rate on my first house was over 14% and that was after buying down a point. Many of us got hit by recessions, outsourcing, pension collapses and economic instability just like younger generations did. We watched promises evaporate in real time.
We understand older generations because we were raised by them. We understand younger generations because we had to evolve alongside them.
That’s why the Jones generation often feels culturally homeless. We are rarely discussed, rarely defined and usually lumped into categories that don’t actually fit us.
But we exist.
We are the human transition point between the industrial age and the digital age.
And frankly, there will probably never be another generation quite like us again.
Was not ready for Eric Church to deliver the best commencement speech I’ve ever heard.
Six guitar strings. Six pillars of a life.
Faith. Family. Spouse. Ambition. Community. You.
Tune them when you’re whole, not just when you’re broken.
Watch the whole thing.
A final piece of advice from Holly Butcher - written the day before she passed away from cancer at just 27:
“It’s a strange thing knowing you’re going to die young.
At 26, I thought I had time…
To fall in love.
Start a family.
Grow old.
But cancer doesn’t care about plans.
Now, I understand how fragile life really is. Every single day is a gift, not a guarantee.
I’m not writing this to scare you. I’m writing to remind you: really live.
Stop stressing over little things. Be kind to your body- move it, nourish it, stop criticizing it. One day you’ll wish you had appreciated it.
Go outside.
Look at the sky.
Feel the sun.
Just be.
Spend less time chasing “stuff” - more time making memories. Don’t skip moments with people you love.
Laugh more.
Write a note.
Tell someone you love them.
Complain less.
Give more.
Helping others brings more joy than anything you can buy.
Be present.
Put your phone down.
Show up - really show up.
You don’t need to have it all figured out. You don’t need a perfect body, or a perfect life.
Just follow what makes your heart light up. Say no to what drains you. Make changes when you need to.
And please - donate blood. I wouldn’t have had that extra year without it. And that year gave me memories I’ll hold close… forever.
Thank you for reading this.
Live your life well.
And maybe… we’ll meet again someday.”
Holly 🩷
Repost & share Holly’s important advice. ❤️
Saw someone tweet that UNC fans are “lying” if we say we don’t want Hurley.
Once again, I say WE DO NOT WANT A HURLEY. (Don’t think he would come or that he’s even on the list.)
Do you want a Hurley?
Like for “No.”
Retweet/repost for “Hell No”.
@dogwoodblooms For us, pinto beans were those brown beans and soup beans were the white navy beans. We had them for holidays, and for lots of dinners in between. Most of my cousins eat ketchup on them😂. I grew up eating them and I love them.
Held back 5 copies of my new album The Way I Am on vinyl and CD to autograph and give away to y’all!
Like and repost this photo, then comment your favorite song from the album and I’ll pick random winners!
New column: on a @UNC_Basketball night when the best moments were spontaneous and authentic, the best of all happened when the Carolina family celebrated outside of camera view after an incredible win: https://t.co/wDMFJYRCpe
I’m so sorry I do these long things. Not sorry enough to stop apparently but I do feel a little dumb when I do it because I know y’all are rolling your eyes. Lol. Now, listen. I by no means have this spiritual thing down. I’m on my faith journey like everyone else. But I want so much for people to know and truly enjoy the Lord. He’s the joy of my life and I simply do not know where I’d be without him.
I love to hear from others concerning practices that enrich their walk with God. Thought I’d offer something I’ve done for many years in case it kindles an idea for a person looking for an approach.
I write a letter to the Lord in a fresh journal on the first day of January, recounting the previous year and recording my hopes for the coming year. (1st pic, for an example, from the first day of 2025.)
Then on the last day of that year, I read it again and thumb through that year’s journal and marvel at all Jesus has walked my family through. All the answered prayer. Also all that was answered dramatically differently than I asked. I record births, deaths. Illnesses, recoveries. Celebratory news. Sorrowful news. Big world or national events and day to day stuff like asking God to help a grandkid with Algebra. LIFE.
I offer this in case you’re searching for something different this year. My initial letter to the Lord is in long hand but I shorthand the daily entries. I’ve included the page (2nd pic) I arranged after trying this and that. It works best for me but it’s truly a matter of personal taste.
The “interaction” section simply means I’m reading my Bible entry for that day and responding to the Lord concerning it. God talks through Scripture. I talk back.
No verbiage to describe how valuable it is to me to look back at years of journals. This I can tell you based on the authority of the Scriptures and the lifelong experiences of a wobbly walking 68 year old woman who can’t remember the first time she heard the name “Jesus,” if you will come to the Lord earnestly with even the smallest flicker of faith and a fraction of a heart to walk with him, God will take it, grow it and be so faithful to you.
Journal in bits and pieces, keeping record of your journey with him starting tomorrow and get to next December 31st, thumb back through it and behold his goodness and faithfulness, and, yes, his inscrutable ways.
I hope this helps somebody!
The human said it’s time to decorate the Christmas Plant, so I took my job VERY seriously!
I carried every single ornament to the tree like a good Servicerotties do… including Kuno’s special stuffed fishie that still smells like him (Yes, I gave it extra kisses mid-mission, don’t judge me).
Baby Kenji mostly behaved… if you ignore the part where he tried to run off with the garland like it was the world’s longest spaghetti noodle. Rookie mistake, little bro.
At the end we sat for the official photo. I put my paw around him and whispered, “Listen up, tiny land-shark: you touch this tree and we’re gonna have words.” He looked at me like he totally understood. (He didn’t. Pray for me.)
Anyway, here’s your daily dose of Rottie holiday wholesomeness. If this made you smile, do a girl a solid—repost, quote, tag your friends, spam the heart button, whatever it takes. Let’s make the whole timeline believe in Christmas magic (and well-trained Rottweilers) again #ServicerottieChristmas #KunosFishieLivesOn #KenjiDontEatTheTree2025
#ChristmasWithKenji (if he doesn't destroy the house) and Chesnyy too!
Chevrolet has outdone themselves once again with their new profoundly emotional, pro-family Christmas commercial.
Chills from beginning to end.
This is what it’s all about. Be ready to cry.
@MrPitbull07 That scarf is beautiful! And so is your daughter! That takes talent that not all of us have. Keep chasing your dreams, girl. You’ll find your people, and the others don’t matter.
We will never see anything like this again in our lifetimes.
If you have a few minutes, watch it. Probably the greatest music video ever made.
Michael Jackson - Thriller (1983)