oh my goodness

JakeSmart said to me the other day—erv, everything that you think you know is wrong (i.e. I think I offended him)!  Soooo there you go folks, I don’t have much to say about that! Soooo read this “It’s Saturday” with caution. It's 50/50 chance JakeSmart is right.  

Who am I to say! ItchieBitchie says—You will never become the homecoming queen (i.e. homecoming queens are soooo nice) by discussing money, religion or politics.  BigPete says--It’s like meeting a train head on in a tunnel.  Donald Trump will probably never be a homecoming queen or win an election (i.e. but he might). It appears that he states his opinion if it’s popular or not (i.e. he might run the country like a business--most folks don't want that (i.e. a lot of folks want freebies) soooo I doubt if he is electable).  Maybe he doesn’t want to be homecoming queen.  Could be.  LuckieEddie says—One way not to offend anyone is not to get involved and never give your opinion and always agree with every thing everyone thinks or says (i.e. which ever way the wind blows, be with the wind).  It will work.  But maybe those folks are somewhat like a wet washrag (i.e. limp, all wet, and stinky).  But I agree with BigPete, you can’t win a discussion about religion, money or politics (i.e. hats off to him).  He’s a smart man—He has a lot to say I think but keeps it to himself.  Let’s get you an ice cream cone BigPete a.k.a. TheChamp. Good Boy Big Dog!  . 

Great balls of fire! Around the fourth century B.C., thinkers like Aristotle concluded the earth was round. Based on what we now know about the earth being round, if you begin walking east, you will never hit west; if you begin walking west, you will never hit east because of the earth being a globe. So the distance between east and west is incalculable.  That is how tremendous some you folks are--incalculable. Goodness gracious great balls of fire!  Ya remember that song?  Who sang it anyway? 

Slaughtered hogs! Out of site out of mind? Is death just the twinkling of light (i.e. the flickering of the light)?  Does our soul go to heaven or hell (i.e. I’m not trying to be homecoming queen)! Or are we like a slaughtered pig?  What do you think?  Oh my goodness!  I read in the the paper soooo it must be right—The burial rate is 47.3 compared to cremation rate of 46.7 with the expected cremation rate of 55.8% in 2020 and 70.6% in 2030.  Oh my goodness.  It said the reasons are cheaper and the remains can be moved around easier (i.e. I personally don’t understand that “moving the remains around” thinking). A local funeral home told me that rural areas don’t change as fast because of tradition.  I have checked into the possible methods and there is a huge massive difference in cost.  Joesixpack says—Cost is never an issue when someone else is paying for it. Huh, interesting. I read this in the paper sooooo it must be right--Younger generations are growing up without the same stigma toward death that their parents and grandparents had, said Mike Nicodemus, a vice president with the national Funeral Directors Association.  People aren't as religious as they once were...and their attitudes toward death are changing.

No man has endurance like a man who sells insurance!  The world is filled with unique people.  Not one person is exactly like another.  Some folks are really good at one thing and another person is not.  ItchieBitchie says—Some of that is attitude (i.e. mind set) and some of it is environment and some of it is genetic.  Some folks are mechanical and others are not. Some can read a map and some can’t.  Some are great money managers and some aren’t.  Some are musical and some are not. Some are good kissers and some are not (i.e. you have to kiss a lot of folks to understand this--I know some of you have) . You get it!  Oh my goodness some are good and oh my goodness some are bad!  Such is life.

I didn't like her but now I do!  Have you ever been fooled by someone--like you thought she was a bad egg only to find out it was just how you saw her from your perspective?  Ouchy ouchy!  SocialCompetingDiane says—It’s bikini whether.  I hated my friend Bobsy growing up.  She had the nicest little body tucked into the cutest little bikini and the boys all looked at her.  I was tooo big.  The boys didn’t look at me; well, they looked at me but just differently.  SocialCompetingDiane went on to say--But we had our 50^th class reunion and she is no longer the bikini queen.  Oh no!  I can compete with her now. I like her a lot better now!  Such is life.

“Aha” moments!  A friend sent this to me--Please forgive the presumption and braggadocio of sending this to you, but it's a dad thing....! :)  I emailed him back--If you can't share, it is no fun. A good friend is happy for good stuff of good friends. I'm very happy for you. Yessiree!  But the reality is folks, not everyone is happy for you when good things happen to you.  MeanMack says—Some folks are not happy when good things happen to you; they would rather have bad things happen to you (i.e. those are the little folks).  Oh my goodness. 

LuckieEddie says--My middle child, a second grader, recently brought home a certificate celebrating her perfect attendance for the marking period. She was rightfully proud of this honor. Before I even had the certificate in my hands, her older sister, a fifth grader, loudly exclaimed that she too had perfect attendance. Her words were as sharp as elbows. It was simply too difficult for one sister to allow the other to bask, even for a moment, in the glow of celebration. FullofwisdomSarah says--Learning how to “rejoice with those who rejoice” is not easy. 

GettinInYourHead! CrazyMarvin says--One of the first lessons to be learned about propaganda is that folks who think they are smart are easier to propagandize than average folks.  Work on their egos (i.e. space between their ears which contains the gunk).  It always works. Always! Custer's ego sorta kinda got in his way at Little Big Horn now didn't it! The folks who are snobbery are really something and are very vulnerable to propaganda (i.e. get in their heads--easily manipulated).  Really.  Oh ya, those folks live in a world where it seems they feel they are superior beings.  SirJames says--Many of those folks don't even know they are snobs! Saturday question—Why are some folks soooo much more snobbish a.k.a. egotistical than others?  Oh my goodness!  I wonder if those folks go to summer jerk practice camp to get that way!  Does poetic justice happen to those folks?  I wonder.  It seems like it should but I wonder if it does.  What do you think? 

You guys probably really don't care either but...! JoeTheHike (i.e. my winter hiking buddy in AZ) from Ramsey, MN,  HankTheSecretariat and I rode a day of RAGBRAI this week.  It went through our town sooo afriendBilly took us guys to Eldora and we rode to Cedar Falls (i.e. 58 miles).  What a hoot we had. The best wisdom of the ride came from John (i.e. any body can be a John) from MI.  He was a 60 year old retired highway patrolman who rode beside me and asked me about pickleball as I have a sign on the back of my bike (i.e. an old Iowa pickleballer).  I told him about it and said you can play it competitively or play socially. Here is his advice--"I would rather Play, laugh an lose, than play, win an gloat." I asked JoeTheHike what his buddies back in Ramsey will say about him riding 58 miles--JoeTheHike said, they probably won't care a bit about it; they will say, why would anyone want to ride a bike 58 miles anyway!  Oh my goodness!

Win the battle but loose the war!  Joesixpack says--Somethings just aren’t that important to try to change.  They just aren't, believe me.  It’s easier to just let them be.  And then there is stuff that just irritates a person enough that they take action.  LuckieEddie say—Folks seem to play games all the time.  When there is money involved, folks just act crazy sometimes.  They can be good folks, go to church every Sunday, be the pillar of the community, CEOs, on welfare, farmers, bank presidents, factor worker, President of the United States. They might even think they are God Almighty, but just at the right time with the right amount of money, folks become game players.  Some don’t even know they are game players ‘cause it’s just the way they do business.  To them it’s just good business.  They brag about it. If you are around such a person very long, you will figure it out relatively fast.  I’m rereading my favorite book (i.e. I think), Waiting for White Horses by Nathan Jorgenson.  Will says to Grant, Nellie (i.e. his back lab) is eating deer turds and Grant replies, that's ok, the good ones all do it.  Yuck! Oh my goodness!

Compulsory hypersensitivity! DebTheYackWoman says—Compulsory hypersensitivity is creeping into all aspects of society.  ItchieBitchie says—I always try to say the politically right stuff in trying not to offend anyone but I don’t think it can be done.  Someone is always upset 'cause their feelings are hurt or their rights are being offended.  I’m about ready to tell them to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.  I’m tired of all their complaining and whining.  AverageJoe says--Those hypersensitive folks are sorta kinda a “kick in the gut” to me! If the truth would be known, my feelings got hurt this week.  I was hypersensitive maybe but I got over it.  Yes I did.  I'm a big boy!  Oh my goodness.  AFrindRandy says--erv, you are tooooo oversensitive.  Maybe sooooo! Could be! Oh my goodness.

My Mom, Anna, said many times--erv, always do what is right. A friend tells me he likes it when I'm personal.  Well, here is something personal!  I almost got away my priorities this week (i.e. probably was a gradual process but got to a point that I recognized it--the animal almost got out of the cage).  My perspective got out of whack (i.e. not where I want to be--got cluttered with the wrong stuff).  My bad!  I was wobbling! I think I got out of whack 'cause of my ego (i.e. my slash line would show that I have been here before).  I need to get back to be mentally tough (i.e. change my perspective). My outofwhack thinking needed to come to a screeching halt. I needed once again to departmentalize stuff in my head.  This recognition is dinosaur huge to me.  I think I have killed the wicked witch (i.e. but that sucker seems to come back to life every once and while). Does this make any sense to you?  SuperWonderfullyWonderfulAndWondrousBetty says--I never have a priority problem.  Such is life.

GettingAfterIt! WorldClassLarry says--People don't care what you know until they know that you care. They really aren’t that impressed with how much money you have or how smart you are. If you want to impact a life, solve a problem they have. Bring heaven on earth to them.  That will get their attention.  Talk is cheap folks but it takes money to buy whiskey! There are show dogs and there are working dogs. Sooo throw those chips away and get your butt off the couch! If you are abundantly blessed some how or in some way, you have a larger responsibility to use that blessing to impact someone.  If you don’t use it, you will loose it.  You are blessed to be a blessing. Such is life.

Never Fear / Never Quit  "Whatever you most need in life, the best way for you to get it is to help someone else get it who needs it even more than you do!" ~ Rafe

Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:

erv

MyFriendJean says--Age has little to do with ability. You're never too young or too old to achieve.

the gap

How about we kick some stuff around and then toss it around the horn.  Most of this stuff that we kick around and toss around is just nickel-dine stuff soooo don't get excited if you don't agree with any of this stuff.  We aren't talking about important stuff like chocolate!

Our nice, sweet neighbor is outside a lot.  I asked her about that and she said--In the summer I like to be outside and just piddle around!  Soooo lets start piddling around folks!  Or like they are saying at The Open at St. Andrews in Scotland--Let's spin some yarns!

The gap! Have you ever rode the Tube in London?  When you get on or off they say--Mind the gap! Every time I heard them say that, it made me smile.  I thought it was funny. The gap being the space between the car and the platform.  You might miss “the gap” part between what my mind is saying here in this “It’s Saturday” and what your mind reads (i.e. the formulation of your thoughts).  It’s the back hole effect!  God only knows what happens in the gap.  It just happens. 

It said in the paper soooo it must be a right (i.e. paraphrasing what Jordan Spieth said)—In order to be really great ya gotta do it for a long period of time; you can just be a flash in the pan.  LuckieEddie says--For all of us it’s the gap (i.e. between birth and death)—it’s what folks do with that gap.  Joesixpack says—We all know folks who talk a lot but really don’t do what they say (i.e. phony,  just  blowing smoke—not real). Those folks wear a big cowboy hat but own no cattle.  We all know them.  MissPerfect says—How we live our life day after day (i.e. our daily footprints) just reinforces our brand; ya got to respect folks who continue doing it the right way over and over and over.  ShowBoatBill says--Very few folks can stay the same after having a lot of success; just look around; folks develop a different swagger.

A pickle ball player said the other night--I have a gap between my brain and my hands; I want to do something in my brain but my hands don't do it (i.e. they aren't married). The answer is rather complicated to why that is but there is one.The answer is--Sometimes my pickleball buddy's mind could be like Friday rush hour traffic. Could be! 

There seems to be a gap here folks!  SusieQ says--People sometimes ask me, whats new? I answer by telling them, Not much, but if I tell you what I know, you'll know as much as me! And that ain't much!  Makes sense? Probably not but it seems life goes on anyway, right?  I saw a long time Aplingtonite the other day. I asked him—What’s new?  He said--Nothing, just the same but in another day! What!  That would be terrible to me but I think he likes it that way.  I don't think he knows any different.  Such is life.

Reminiscing! I really have learned to learn to learn and I really like it. I'm tellin’ ya I enjoy learning. I try to learn something each day. Recently at our WHO meeting I learned the Latin word for m.o.is modus operandi (i.e. Judy taught me this). I never knew that before. Did you? They also told me “a horse is a horse of course”! I didn’t remember where that came from. Do you? Ed, the talking horse show (i.e. Mister Ed) they told me. I remember the show but not the song. But I agree, a horse is a horse of course. BigMike is a horse! No question. Do you know BigMike? ~ They also triggered my thoughts about my youth. Al reminded me when, as kids, we would  use to throw corn cobs at each other. We would put feathers (i.e. pheasant tail

feathers in the fall) in the corn cobs to make them throw like a missile or something. What fun we had until someone caught a direct, hard hit to the face and started crying (i.e. girls didn’t like this activity as well as us boys).  ~ We talked about playing ante ante over, pigtails. Have you played that as a kid? Hey, we didn’t have a smart phone or digital games. Life was different.

More Reminiscing! When having a beverage after playing golf recently, we talked about how the movie ads and ads for digital games on TV seem to be all about shooting, bombing, running over folks etc.  DownTheMiddleRon said—It’s a modern version of our cowboys and Indians that we played.  A WHO person (i.e. I can’t remember which one) said—we use to call it cops and robbers.  Paul  said—we played war.  It was all about the same but just different!  Just a gap in time.

SusieQ says--The gap is much smaller when the stuff applies to us personally.  Once there was a little boy who lived in the country. The family still used an outhouse, and the little boy hated it because it was so hot in the summer, freezing cold in the winter and stank all the time. The outhouse was sitting on the bank of a creek and the boy was determined that one day he would push that old outhouse straight into the creek. So, one day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen and the little boy decided today was the day to push the outhouse into the creek. He found a large pole and started pushing. Finally, after much effort, the outhouse toppled into the creek and floated away. That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed after supper. The boy knew that meant a spanking, so he asked why. The dad replied, "Someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today.  It was you, wasn't it son?" The boy answered yes. Then he thought a moment and said, "Dad, I read in school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn't get into trouble because he told the truth..." The dad replied, "Well, son, George Washington's father probably wasn't in the cherry tree." 

Have to remind myself sometimes how good life is! ItchieBitchie says--Sometimes I’m just lost for words when life feels sooooo goood.  It’s a very delightful feeling. This might just be me folks and maybe not you--I'm the happiest when I am thankful.  I remind myself every time I cut my toenails! Such is life.

The gap in their head might have caused a gap in their score.  They seemed to “get ahead of themselves!”  Maybe counting their score before they were done or maybe they just messed up (i.e. clanked it) . A golf buddy was telling us that he was laying even par and was 100 yards out on a par five on his last hole.  He screwed it up!  Another buddy in our foursome the week before was around par going into the last hole.  He hit a great drive and his second was maybe the best 3 metal I ever saw him hit (i.e. maybe a career shot).  He was maybe 60 yards out on the par 5.  He screwed it up!  I have got the horse before the cart already.  Oh ya! Ya just can’t count the chickens before their hatched.  Ya just can’t.  Usually when a person does, it’s disaster (i.e. a screw up).  Anyway, that has been my ugly experience. But my buddies maybe weren't adding up their score; I don't know for sure. Anyway, those screw ups might give a person flashbacks!  Such is life.

Nature, red in tooth and claw!  Might be a big gap folks! I have to admit that the aging process seems to burgeon rapidly.  Many elderly suffer from “getting old”!  Many times that gap between a healthy life to death is in the hands of adult children. Perhaps for many middle age folks, the topic of conversation is “parent care”.  Use to be it was mostly about jobs, then weddings, then about real estate, then children and now “parent care”.  Some are working through the bureaucratic hurdles to get their parents on government support. If parents have some money, then the kids need to manage the money soooo they will have enough to get through life.  The parents really wanted their kids to get this money but many times it is spend on “parent care”.  Ageing older and older is great but it can be emotionally and financially challenging.  That gap, many times, is not fun for anyone concerned.  Such is life.  Maybe this website might help any of you who are seeking help  www.eldercare.gov

In baseball when the hitter hit a ball between a couple of outfielders it's called a gapper (i.e. a hit ball in the alley).  MissPerfect says--It appears that I'm in a gap sometimes with my thinking.  Both sides of the gap are tugging at my mind to think the way they want me to think.  CadillacJack's  LifeLesson#8,654--Block out distractions—start with 60 seconds. Sit down in a quite place and block out all distractions for 60 seconds.  That might be hard at first.  Then as you work on it, do it for 90 seconds etc.  The gap is a lot easier to manage.   Now think only about something positive. Don't let anything negative creep into your thoughts (i.e. negative thoughts are killers folks).  Bingo!

ItchieBitchie says--Parents and grandparents are in the the gap sometimes as it appears to some.  They are soooo proud of their grand kids or kids.  Sometimes, maybe, it would be better for them to say—I’m soooo thankful for them instead of I’m soooo proud of them.  What do you think.  Just something to think about. ItchieBitchie goes on to say.  Maybe something not quite soooo “overthetop” (i.e. fills the gap more comfortably to some). Just an idea.  I realize that we all have egos that need to be feed (i.e. some more than others).  I just read--Pride always goes before a fall.  Does that make any sense to any of you or does it just fall in the gap?  Such is life.

Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:

erv

MyFriendJean says--A philosopher is someone who always knows what to do, until it happens to him. 

all inclusive

Yowza!  A golf buddy said--Why let facts ruin a good story!  Such is life.

Hey Schnauzers! I just like that word.  There is something about that word that makes me smile (i.e. I think it's fun to say, especially if you say it several times really fast).  I’m not saying you are Schnauzers but there are Schnauzers all right.  They get their name form their snouts. Some of you have pretty good snouts, oh ya you do!  But not as big as some of your cabooses! ANYWAY Warning: This “It’s Saturday” might be confusing, even slippery!  It might not be all inclusive.  Not carte blanche!  It’s not like a blank cheque!  It’s not à la carte!  It might be more a table d'hôte.  Just warning ya before hand. 

Warnings! There are warnings all over for us to heed.  We always don’t.  We warn our young kids, we warn our older parents, we warn society, we warn we warn and we warn.  Many times we don’t heed the warnings now do we.  Yet, it’s good to be warned.  I think!  But I don’t know.  Maybe it’s just a waste of time.  What do you think?  Joesixpack says—“Warning:  I forgive but I get even!” 

All you can eat!  It’s all inclusive.  My mentor would say—erv, you see a lot of big folks a.k.a. eating machines at smorgasbords and not toooo many little folks there.  Have you ever gone to a party or some function where the food and drink is free and unlimited?  Folks seem to eat and drink more when it’s free and unlimited.  Some folks can really put it away.  MrBigGuy says--Nothing like free to get your mouth back on track! Have you ever gone on a cruse.  I think the average weight gain is about 12 pounds.  Really.  Every kind of food (i.e. all inclusive) available at all times of the day—all you can eat (i.e. free).  MissPerfect says--Folks like free stuff alright.  Want to get their money’s worth I guess.  Such is life. 

WorldClassLarry says--If you can have all you can eat and all you can drink for some time, it gets boring and loses it’s appeal.  It’s not a treat anymore (i.e. at least for many). My friend Bugsy sang in a quartet in his college days.  A song they sang was--After you have been having steak for a long time, beans beans taste fine. 

History lesson—It is believed that the population at the time of Christ was between 100 million to 300 million with the lower number preferred.  Soooo I will use 150 million.  5,000 were thought of believers of Christ.  That is .00003333 of the population.  Now the world population is about 7.2 billion with about .33 say they are Christians. The other .66 are of a different religion or have no religion at all (i.e. other that watching Monday night NFL football religiously). Some denominations of some religions try to make themselves "all inclusive" to increase in number.  I don't know if it works or not.  What do you think?

Among those 5,000 believers, it was thought there were three types. The largest number of believers were those who came to Jesus for salvation. They served Him little beyond coming to Him to receive salvation. A much smaller number, say 500, actually followed Him and served Him. Then, there were the disciples. These were those who identified with Jesus. If you had to say which group best represented your life, which one would you fall into if you consider yourself a Christian?  And there are many folks who don’t believe in Jesus.  They just think it’s foolish.  And there are some who are sooooo against even talking about it that they just flip folks the bird.  The use of the middle finger as an obscene gesture is very old. It goes back to ancient Greece. In "The Cloud" one of the characters gives Socrates the finger, to which he replies, "You are a crude buffoon." "Flipping the bird," comes from the 1860 slang expression "give the big bird." That meant to hiss like a goose, such as an audience hissing at a bad actor.  The world population is not “all inclusive” in their thinking about anything folks.  Such is life. 

Schnauzer! Schnauzer! Schnauzer!  I hit a snipe hook into the crap (i.e. long festus grass) last Saturday. It would have taken more than a career shot for me to get it out.  Even Jordan Spieth could not have made that shot.  But I had the bright idea that I could. What! I need Micheal Greller for my caddy! After 5 more hits I was out of the crap alright (i.e. nutten to it) taking a 10 on the hole (i.e. no problem).  It really made me laugh. A good lesson for BigStupeErv.  My golf score isn't that important to me as to ruin a good time on the golf course with my buddies.  And that great lesson only cost me $1.25 (i.e. our foursome bet).  I really had a fun time.  I learned sooooo much on the golf course last Saturday (i.e. dinosaur large stuff).  Unbelievable! And it only cost me $1.25!  What a bargain.  I really caught a break (i.e. just fell into my lap). And I always thought you guys caught all the breaks. That's the skinny folks! Such is life.,

All homogeneous? Maybe not but...!  The tech industry really understands that the future of the industry a.k.a. $$$  means they have to be more inclusive—the world is big. There are many different folks from many different countries with many different ideas but they all have one thing in common--$$$$$ to spend on the best electronic stuff.  It's all about the money folks.  Don't kid yourself.  What ever it takes to get it the tech companies will do it.  LuckieEddie says--It sounds good and it will probably work.  Ya just gotta play the game what ever it is and what ever it takes.  Ya gotta be all inclusive!  Such is life in the tech world. Did you know that America's population is only 8.5% of the world's population.  That amazes me. Yowza!

Holy Schnauzer!  My neighbor was working in his yard when he was startled by a late model car that came crashing through his hedge and ended up in his front lawn. He rushed to help an elderly lady driver out of the car and sat her down on a lawn chair. He said with excitement, "You appear quite elderly to be driving." "Well, yes, I am," she replied proudly. "I'll be 97 next month, and I am now old enough, that I don't even need a driver's license anymore." He asked "How do you know?" "The last time I went to my doctor, he examined me and asked if I had a driver's license. I told him, yes and handed it to him." He took scissors out of the drawer, cut the license into pieces, and threw them in the waste basket, saying, 'You won't need this anymore.' So I thanked him and left! Holy Schnauzer!

Huckabee: Country's moral compass 'on verge of collapse'!  It appears he thinks America is trying to be all inclusive (i.e. be everything to everyone).  It appears Huckabee thinks America is a boat full of holes in it's hull!  Maybe we folks aren't sooo the United States of America.  Could be.  Do you believe America's moral compass is on the verge of collapse?  

TheBigEasy sits in his easy chair making easy money and taking it easy and thinks everyone’s life is easy too.  It ain’t.  I wish I could rub some emotional salve on some wounds of some folks.  They need it (i.e. a quick, efficient, effective fix).  When a kid living on the farm a mile and fourth south of Roseland, MN, we would use Watkins Black Salve on any problem. If it was for our sores or our animal sores, it didn't matter.  It was almost regarded as a miracle salve (i.e. all inclusive).  The filler valve in one of our bathroom stools didn't work.  I took the piece off and took to our local plumbing shop. The gal told me that I would have to buy the whole valve unit as I couldn't buy just the part.  She said I should try to soak it in vinegar.  She said they use vinegar for everything; sores, fungus, cleaning etc.  It really works.  Sorta kinda like the Watkins Black Salve.  I was telling my golf buddy a.k.a. DownTheMiddleRon about this.  He said--we just replace the whole filler valve in our rental units as we don't want to have to come back (i.e. I listened and what I really heard him say was--BigStupeErv come on, just replace it).  Sooo I applied the wisdom of DownTheMiddleRon and replaced it.  Woot!

Whole picture! CadillacJack says--It is really hard to see the whole picture from my hammock.  It’s like looking at life using the mirrors of my car.  The driver's side mirror is planar — flat. This means you get a direct reflection of what you're looking at. The passenger side mirror is convex. It's like the back of a spoon.  A convex mirror makes stuff look smaller but also gives you a much larger field of vision. That's why your passenger side mirror has that "objects in the mirror are closer than they appear'' warning on it.  Then you have the rear view mirror that has blind spots.  Then we have the mirror in that bathroom which surely doesn’t tell the truth (i.e. it's a lying mirror). Such is life. 

FacebookAllIncllusive!  SocialBetty says--Presently, I am trying to make friends outside of Facebook while applying the same principles. Therefore, every day I walk down the street and tell the passers-by what I have eaten, how I feel, what I have done the night before, and what I will do tomorrow. Then, I give them pictures of my family, my dog, me gardening, and spending time in my pool. I also listen to their conversations, and I tell them I love them. And, it works. I already have three persons following me ... two police officers and a psychiatrist.

Heads I win, tales you loose!  LetsSettleTheMatterFrank says--We discussed it. My friend had one desire; I had a different one. "Okay, let's settle the issue the way the early Church settled matters when an agreement could not be achieved. Let's flip a coin." "You must be joking!" my friend lamented. "No, the early Church cast lots often to determine a course of direction or even select the disciple who would take Judas' place." "Okay," my friend agreed. We flipped the coin and the matter was quickly settled.  Sometimes on Wednesday after golf, we flip to see who is going to pay for the beverages.  A golf buddy told us that he and a couple of friends would meet at the elevator (i.e. that is grain elevator for you JohnTheCitySlicker--remember that John) for coffee each morning.  They would flip for the cost of the cookies (i.e. odd man buys).  He and one of the friends would shake the coin in their hands but really just holding it.  They determined what they would have (i.e. shenanigans).  The other friend would, of course, always loose.  Finally one day, another farmer couldn't handle it any more and told their other friend a.k.a. sucker what they were doing to him.  Just a lot of fun for the cost of a few cookies.  

OpposeDaisy!  Our old (i.e. old in past) neighbors use to have a Schnauzer named Daisy.  They taught Daisy to ring the bell they had on the patio door when she wanted to go out.  Smart dog! I read in the paper soooo it must be right that daily walks are a must for keeping dogs mentally healthy (i.e. really, seriously)! Ok, do I have this right--folks walk their dog as they worry about the dog's metal health?  That might make me wonder if it might be good for humans to walk for their mental health.  What do you think?  MissPerfect says--I think erv, you are just ranting and raving!  Could be MissPerfect but their is trending evidence that folks seem to be more worried about their dogs than themselves.

Lucky!  A friend and her dog Lucky I see at the golf course some.  My friend drives the cart and makes Lucky run (i.e. they do it at least twice a day).  She got Lucky at the dog shelter.  Lucky only has three good legs.  One of Lucky's legs is broken at the hip.  I asked her why she took Lucky.  Lucky needed a chance much like I do.  My friend and Lucky are both tough and gritty and exercise every day.  Bingo!

Schnauzer!  That's all she wrote!  Yowza!

Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:

erv

MyFreindJean says--There is nothing permanent but change.

It's time to saddle up

Some of you might find this implausible.  I sorta kinda feel like one of my heroes, Abraham Lincoln (i.e. a real game changer).  He said one time when just a young man-- “I did not know much.”  But he saddled up and kept riding and riding and the rest is history folks.  MissPerfect says—It isn’t where you were or where you are but where you end up.  Such is life.

Don’t back down, buckaroo, it’s time to saddle up. Not everybody gets to be a cowboy!  I read this in the AZ Republic (i.e. soooo it must be right).  Now that Pinnacle Peak Patio is closing it seems that the last vestiges of old Arizona are being swept into history's dustbin, and it saddens me. Tombstone is having problems because of the drop off in western tourism. Scottsdale calls itself "The West's Most Western Town," although that's debatable. Despite the numerous western clothing stores in Old Town, I don't see many people dressing "cowboy" style anymore. I grew up in Arizona, and for me a cowboy hat is the best survival gear against the sun and heat. Well-made cowboy boots are really comfortable. Yet when I go out wearing both I feel lonely. Other than rodeos, dressing western seems to be out of place now. Is it time to hang up the hat and boots? If you want to cowboy up, go for it. If anyone says anything, give 'em a steely gaze and a yippee-ki-yah and walk away. Not everybody gets to be a cowboy.

The girl with the
special name
Erin

Saddle up and be yourself folks.  I read in the paper, soooo it must be right—Seth Rollings, the WWE champ, said—I can’t be someone else all the time.  I have to be myself (i.e. good for a person’s mental health).  That’s crucial for  me to be disconnected from a character I play on TV. I need that.  I like real folks with good hearts—I’m not much for fakers like DuaneTheWorm.  But many folks have their own disguise!

Charlie

Jimmer

Let’s put on our boots cowboys and cowgirls.  We have a mission.  We are burning daylight! I was telling some golf buddies about some golf stretching exercises for seniors that I do.  They asked me to send them the link.  One said kidding —I don’t seem to have the motivation to do them; can you send me that tooooo!  I talked to a buddy who I use to hunt ducks with years ago.  He was limping sooooo I asked him if he has a bad hip—no no it’s my knees—doctor said it’s my meniscus but there is still some there sooo they won’t replace it; they sent me to a physical therapist; it really helps.  I wonder if his knees would feel better if he would lose 40 pounds?  Soooo I was talking to my neighbor (i.e. a class act) is in education.  He said—We can preach and we can encourage but until they figure it out and do something on their own, nothing will happen.  Soooo I guess we can put our boots on and go forward or put our boots on and continue to dance to the same old music.  Bull Fu Man Chu says—We all get to make that decision.  I live in America. Ta-Da!

MissPerfect says--I didn't make it to the gym today.  That makes 1,500 days in a row. I decided to change calling the bathroom the John and renamed it the Jim.   I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.  ItchieBitchie says--After some time we start to look like our decisions we have made!  Huh, interesting.

SusieQ says--Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do.  There are some folks who are really blind.  And they like it that way!  Such is life.

Mark Twain once said, “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”  Saturday question—Do you know why you are on this earth?

Saddle up, it's time to head out of Dodge.  There is a time to stay and time to move on.  The decision is, when to saddle up and when not tooooo.  Timing is sooooo important.  It can really make a major result in a person’s life.  I remember during the farm crises when folks were loosing their farms and were forced to start another career.  One friend later told me that was the best thing that ever happened to him.  A golf buddy told me that he was over extended in his early farming days.  But the timing was just right and it really worked out great (i.e. I think he worked really hard toooo).  For others it did not.  WorldClassLarry says--Yabut, sometimes the writing is on the wall (i.e. the inevitable), ya just got to read it. It's just time to saddle up and ride out of town no matter how ya do it. It's time. Ouchy ouchy!

Bo Ryan thinks it's time to head out of Dodge.  Why, he really didn't say.  But he thinks it's time I guess. It's always better to leave Dodge when things are going well.  The exit is sooooo much more fun.  I bet Tiger Woods is struggling with his exit plan out of Dodge. In business, it's very important to have an exit plan.  It can save a lot of problems and concerns and anxiety.  Such is life.

Oblivious to me!  I tried to give blood at our local blood drive by the Red Cross (i.e. I have given 85 times).  They treated me like crap (i.e. like they were doing me a favor--blew me off I thought--treated me like a shit when I think they should treat each donor as a king).  I just went home; I don't need to be around something that irritates me--especially when I'm doing them a favor. They just don't seem to get it. It might be time for me to saddle up and move on to another place to give blood.  FlipThePancake--I had a professional service guy do some work at our house.  Several days later he called and asked how everything was going and also, more importantly, asked how things were going with Arlene (i.e. real class).  Now there is a huge difference in thinking.  This guy is a good guy with a good heart--my kind of guy.  GeorgeTheCrook says--Maybe some employees are just that--employees that don't care except about their check! Maybe they think that they get paid if they are nice or if they have a "I don't care about you attitude, I get paid the same."  Could be!   PatientWillie says--I think you have been in the sun to long erv! Ya got to be more patient. You sound rattlesnake mad! Maybe you are right PatientWillie but I don't have to give blood if those folks bother me, do I?  I live in America! My opinion is that those Red Cross employees are kamikazes.  But that is my opinion. EasySam says--Usually if you treat folks abysmal, your relationship changes.  And usually if you feel that way, others might toooo!  Such is life.

HotTuberFromMN says--Answering machine message, "I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes.

Rookie

Rookie Cowboys have to learn the ropes.  Sometimes we learn the easy way and sometimes we learn the hard way.  And sometimes folks never learn. ItchieBitchie says—It appears that the great cowboys seem to grasp knowledge and wisdom fast and easy (i.e. they are like sponges).  And then there are the others who don’t and find themselves getting bucked off time after time and can’t figure it out. 

A king or a shit!  I always told our office support staff (i.e. great gals) that they could make me look like a king or a shit (i.e. sorta kinda a team roping activity in the rodeo world.  They made me look like a king.  One gal in particular seemed to understand me for some reason better than others maybe.  She would do things like me and think like me.  She could just read my mind and we didn’t have to communicate (i.e. poor gal!).  It was very easy for me to work with her.  Many times we are around folks who don’t think like us.  It makes life much more difficult (i.e. they do things just the opposite of what you do).  As a friend says—we’re just not compatible. They might be very nice folks but just don’t think the same as we do.  Do you know any folks like that. Those folks usually make you look like a shit.  It’s like saddling up and riding a bucking bronco!  Ouchy ouchy! 

How is your luck 'er cowboy and cowgirl? Hoodoos are strange-looking pillars of rock that have been formed by erosion by wind or water. They also are known as toadstool rocks or fairy chimneys. When I hiked in AZ I saw them up ‘er in ‘em mountains.  The name is a variant of "voodoo" and in the American West they are considered to be signs of bad luck.  CowboyPete says—I stay away from those suckers; every time I’m around them, something bad happens. Maybe CowboyPete, it's time to saddle up and get around some different scenery!  Could be.  Such is life. 

MissPerfect says--Today is a day for decisions! ...or is it.

Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:

erv

MyFriendJean says--Never look down, you may miss a sunset or a rainbow.