aspire inspire expire

I’m not saying any of you folks are radicals or fanatics.  No no, I just think maybe some of you are far far away in la la land (i.e. suffer from myopia)! OR if you are not, then I’m the silly one.  Now that could be.  ItchieBitchie says—It is sooooo hard to self-evaluate ourselves (i.e. our judgment is skewed sometimes and we don’t even know it). Such is life.

If we can get a completely independent, honest evaluation of our self and listen to it and make adjustments as suggested, well folks, we can really improve our lives.  The physical therapist gave me some exercises to do to help heal my hamstring.  They seem pretty easy but I did them.  The next morning, I could tell I did them.  I think they really help. He knows what he was doing (i.e. not his first rodeo).  Sooooo many times we think we know more than the expert!  A friend told me that many folks won’t do the exercises at home but only at pt.  What! 

DuaneTheWorm (i.e. a real pseudo-person) a.k.a. ShowPony aspires to self-glorify himself to the highest level (i.e. he is very self-centered and he loves himself to the highest degree).  He really doesn’t give a rat’s behind about anyone else except himself.  He will inspire some folks to be like him (i.e. other self-glorifiers).  Every person has some followers.  MissPerfect says—Birds of a feather flock together! And someday DuaneTheWorm will expire.  I would guess there will be some boiler plate religious stuff by the pastor but most of it will be the same self-glorification (i.e. how great he was).  My mentor would say to me—Folks get a lot better when they are dead. Then they will put him in the box and it’s done with that.  Abraham Lincoln said—You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.

Mr.MoneyMustache says--A stock broker was opening the door of his BMW when a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived on scene, the broker complained bitterly about the damage to his car. “Officer, look what they’ve done to my Bimmer!” “You stock brokers are so materialistic, it’s ridiculous” retorted the officer. “You’re so worried about your stupid BMW, you didn’t even notice that your left arm was ripped off.” “Oh, my!” screamed the broker, noticing the bloody stump where his arm used to be. “My Rolex!”

Mrs.HasalotofStuff says--An object in possession seldom retains the charm it had in pursuit.

I picked up a pizza at Casey’s the other night.  It was a cold rainy night.  I saw Sammy and said—Great night for pizza--we’re going home and make our own—I might be over; that sounds really good; I haven’t had homemade pizza for ever—we haven’t made it for a long time but every Sunday night we go to my parents and have homemade pizza—I bet your mom makes it just the way you like it—no no they make it the way they like it and we eat it or we don’t!  She made me laugh. Some day she will be probably just like her mom (i.e. like the Geico commercial where the gal says she is more like her dad all the time—soooooo funny—it makes me lol every time I see it. 

Some old coot has this on his golf cart.  Oscar Wilde quipped, “I can resist anything except temptation.”  Oxymorons--faith unfaithful kept him falsely true--the same difference--cruel kindness-- to make haste slowly-- a fine mess-- a little big--- accidentally on purpose--accurate rumors--arrogant humility!  Heather, James, Erin and Jimmer came from CO and spend a couple of days over the Memorial Day weekend with us.  They also spend some time with our son Chet, Jessica, Rookie and Charlie. We went to Waukee and had burgers with them on Sunday.  It didn’t go well for Arlene.  Actually, quite ugly (i.e. the kids got a real taste of Alzheimer’s—no role-playing folks; the real deal).  We just went home.  When Heather and family got back to CO, I asked Heather to describe their trip in a capsule form--Family 💓 tired  😫 and relaxing 😎  all at once, and bittersweet.

I read this in the paper soooo it must be right--Evidence supports the theory that excessive use of social networking contributes to unhappiness in relationships, as well as personal loneliness stress and depression.  Now that sorta kinda seems like an oxymoron!  Doesn't it!  Crazy!  Such is life.

I read this while eating my oatmeal with a half a banana on it--We can depend on our gut to tell us what to do. But there’s a problem with that. Study after study reveals that our perceptions are more likely to be wrong than right. In fact, sometimes we lie to ourselves. In Jeremiah 17:9, the Bible says, “The human mind is the most deceitful of all things. It is incurable. No one can understand how deceitful it is” (GW). Ouchy ouchy!

MissPerrfect says-- It’s easy to be nice when you win but how do you act when you lose?  Disappointment is hard; yes, it is.  And we all experience it.  It is especially hard when a friend wins and we don’t.  It can make a person cry (i.e. let’s be honest—I did as a kid).  WorldClassLarry asks—Do you really think you learn more when you lose?  I have no idea WorldClassLarry but I have heard that.  Maybe folks just say that to make you feel good.  CadillacJack says—Well, probably all folks lose more than they win sooooo most folks must be pretty smart (i.e. there can be only one “big dog”, one king of the hill, one champion, one purple ribbon winner, one valedictorian).  I have a friend who just had a huge massive disappointment.  He seems to be handling it ok (i.e. that is what he says).  He is a good person but I really hurt for him.  I would have rather he didn’t have to have this disappointment.  But maybe this disappointment will inspire him to aspire before he expires. AverageJoe says—we tend to always want to compare ourselves with other (i.e. sometimes ya win by bad hair)! Such is life.

Now that will get attention!  I recently met with five ladies.  One was coming in and said something.  I kidded her in saying--that will get you some attention.  She told us that she never wants attention; she just always preferred to be plain Jane. The other gals piped in and said they are the same way.  Saturday question—Who do some folks want to be stars and others want to be wall flowers? These gals went on to tell me that--For those who want to be a star (i.e. always trying, it impress others) might have a real constant headache (i.e. a battle to aspire until they expire--a battle between their ears). My Daddy, Chester, said—The great folks are the ones who don’t know they are great (i.e. in other words, they don’t try to be great and don’t really care to be great but are great).  Such is life.

William (i.e. anybody can be a Bill) says--John the Baptist one aim was not to occupy the centre of the stage himself, but to try to connect men with the one who was greater and stronger than he . . . the one whom all men need.

A friend told me this story.  He and some of his cronies meet at the elevator (i.e. city folks, that’s a grain merchandising place) each morning to chew the fat and straighten out the world problems (i.e. they also drink free coffee and they eat Fig Newton cookies—have for years).  When my friend walks in, they say—here comes the brains (i.e. very important).  It’s because he’s the only one who has a smart phone.  What a hoot!

John (i.e. anyone can be a John) says--Mohammed Ali certainly was one of the greatest boxers who ever lived. The trouble was, he made sure everyone knew it. Wherever he would go, he would say in a loud voice, “I am the greatest!” One day Ali was on an airplane and the flight attendant told him that he had to fasten his seatbelt. Ali said to her, “Superman don’t need no seatbelt.” The flight attendant responded, “Superman don’t need no airplane either.”

I like plums soooo I bought some (i.e. their looks impressed me).  They looked sooooo good but they aren't as good as good as they looked (i.e. I got fooled again--I'm no virgin folks).  My mentor use to say--erv, things are never as good as they look and never as bad as they look.  That probably applies to plums and maybe folks toooo.  Mrs.UnderPants says--Soooooo don't always judge folks by their looks.

I talked about a big turkey at the beginning (i.e. DuarneTheWorm who wants to be Jesus and not be a JohnTheBaptist).  I was talking to an acquaintance who really likes to hunt.  I asked him if he got a turkey this spring—I didn’t; really worked hard on getting this big, old tom where I hunt; I studied his patterns and routines and his schedule but he just out foxed me—Maybe that’s why he’s a big, old turkey!  He laughed.

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

erv

MyFriendJean says—If you want work done, select a busy person, the others never have time.

My podcast is with a 18 year old who is soooo refreshing to me. I hope you give him a listen.