Category: Holidays

For The Love of Money

Outer riches with inner poverty was one hell of a learning experience. Don't let money fool you. Do good things when you have (click -- $$) it.

Iron ChileHead Festival

Like most years, the first week of August we were patiently waiting for the first Hatch Green Chilies to arrive. There are so many factors in the Chilies arriving in Wichita, it mostly depends on the weather in southern New Mexico. Thankfully, the chilies have arrived! If you would like to attend Ironchilehead.com

Scarpoe alcohol, antidepressants, art, Depression, Diet, Enlightenment, Exercise, Expectations, Holidays, lessons, Life, medication, nutrition, philosophy, PTSD, Sports 1 Comment August 14, 2019 0 Minutes

Chilies

Spicy life, will get you a spicy wife.

Scarpoe american football, Billie Ellish, Books, Chiefs, Daughter, Diet, Enlightenment, Exercise, Expectations, Family, Food, Holidays, learning, lessons, Life, Mental Health, mental illness, philosophy, Work 4 Comments July 31, 2019August 1, 2019 0 Minutes

Time for Scarp..

...to be Scarpoe.

Scarpoe antidepressants, Anxiety, Billie Ellish, Books, comedy, Depression, Enlightenment, Expectations, Family, Holidays, learning, lessons, Life, Math, meditation, Mental Health, mental illness, nutrition, Parents, philosophy, Poetry, PTSD, Severe Depression, suffering, Suicide, Work Leave a comment July 5, 2019July 5, 2019 0 Minutes

The Rose

Scarpoe antidepressants, art, Books, Depression, Enlightenment, Holidays, learning, Life, meditation, Mental Health, philosophy, PTSD, quality 2 Comments March 10, 2019 0 Minutes

The Way

Life has taught me that consistent quality is a good way to go. Is it Common Sense? Should be. Is it Easy to execute? No.

Scarpoe alcohol, american football, Anger, antidepressants, Anxiety, arthritis, Chiefs, comedy, Daughter, Depression, Diet, Exercise, Expectations, Family, Holidays, Humor, learning, lessons, Life, Math, medication, meditation, Mental Health, migraine, MMA, NFL, nutrition, Parents, philosophy, play angry, Poetry, PTSD, quality, Sketch, Sports, Suicide, Work 5 Comments December 30, 2018January 1, 2019 0 Minutes

When It Rains…

I think I know what’s going on, but don’t. I strive for a higher level of understanding, but fail. I don’t know a damn thing and I’ve tried a lot of ways to educate, but have missed. The mind-body connection has me confused. When I believe I’m moving forward, there’s trauma and I backslide. … Continue reading When It Rains… →