A couple of weeks ago, I finally moved in with my husband, which was supposed to be the beginning of a wonderful chapter in our lives. I had no idea that my husband’s 15-year-old son from a previous marriage, named Dave, would prove to be a difficult obstacle to overcome. Though I knew there would be some period of adaptation, I did not expect such an attitude towards my efforts to make the house our cozy place in the form of piles of garbage that Dave, as if on purpose, left scattered throughout the house.
At first, I thought it was a temporary situation, perhaps a teenager’s version of chaos. But days turned into weeks, and the mess only seemed to grow. Empty chip bags, crumpled papers, and discarded clothes adorned every corner of our once-pristine home. It was as if a tornado of teenage negligence had swept through, leaving behind a debris field that would shock even a loving mother.
My comments and requests for cleanliness had no effect on him at all. It was like talking to a wall. I wanted to stop this and somehow decided to act outside the box.
One day, when Dave left for school, I came up with a plan. I was going to defeat this trash invasion, which required a strategy that went beyond mere words. Wandering around the house, armed with trash bags and determination, I picked up every piece of clutter that had settled into our home. I was on a mission to teach Dave a lesson in responsibility.
His room, the center of chaos, was my first target. When I walked in, I was greeted by clothes strewn across the floor, a maze of crumpled papers, and a collection of half-empty soda cans. Without pleasure, but with a feeling of determination, I began to put all the items that were scattered in garbage bags. Papers, cans, his clothes, everything was packed into the bags together. In the end, the room gradually turned from a disaster zone into something resembling order. I packed all the scattered clothes with other trash in a bags.
A similar fate befell the living room, kitchen, and even the bathroom. It was a time-consuming task, but I was sure that if words could not reach him, perhaps these bags would show him how much of a mess he left behind.
Reba McEntire kicked off Super Bowl LVIII with a spectacular rendition of The National Anthem.
Reba McEntire captivated audiences with her stirring rendition of the National Anthem at Super Bowl LVIII on Sunday.
As McEntire delivered her performance, the broadcast showcased alternating images of soldiers stationed in South Korea and the American-flag-adorned Las Vegas dome. In a touching moment, Kansas City Chiefs defensive tackle was visibly moved to tears.
Despite some minor audio issues, McEntire’s rendition garnered widespread acclaim on social media. Commentator Clay Travis remarked, “Post Malone and Reba McEntire both nailed it. And, by the way, I haven’t seen any NFL players kneeling for the anthem lately. It’s remarkable how that trend has disappeared, and ratings have hit all-time highs since then.”
McEntire, a celebrated country music icon, has a rich history of performing the National Anthem, dating back to 1974.
This year’s Super Bowl lineup also included Post Malone singing “America The Beautiful” and Andra Day performing “Lift Every Voice and Sing.”
In a previous interview with Good Morning America, McEntire shared her approach to preparing for such high-profile performances: “You warm up like you do for a concert, sing it five or six times, and then you’re ready to go.”
— Clay Travis (@ClayTravis) February 11, 2024
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