l am not sure of the year
exactly and I don’t know who everyone is, but I am about 99% sure that you
are in the back row on the right.
I found this gem in the weeds a.k.a. crap a.k.a. cabbage (i.e. golf terminology). Usually you don’t find gems or high-quality
balls in the weeds a.k.a. crap. Why you
ask? Well, poor golfers usually are the
ones who hit a higher percentage of the time in the crap soooo they use cheaper
balls. The better players will use better balls (i.e. more expensive) to match
their game and they don’t hit in the weeds as much (i.e. unless they have
bigger egos than their game). Makes
sense to you (i.e. unless daddy is buying junior’s golf balls)? It probably is
a gal’s golf ball as I found it about 20 yards to the side and in front of the
women’s tee as I was running one morning.
Most guys don’t use green balls (i.e. at least not the ones I’m around
but you aughta see the guys I play with ha ha). She is probably a poor golfer
and got the ball as a Mother’s Day present would be my guess. Sooooooo you might find a gem in the weeds
a.k.a. crap in this “It’s Saturday.” Or you might find stuff in this “It’s
Saturday” just as the ball says!
“Every time you
overhear something hurtful, I want you to do something kind for someone else.”
- Suze Orman ~ Surprise folks and do
something out of character (e.g. be especially nice to someone who you usually
are not nice tooooo). AverageJoe (i.e.
who is a real can of corn) says-- It’s never too late to do the
right thing. If you do that, you might surprise someone soooo much that they
will wet their pants (i.e. thinking there is something wrong with you). They might call the minister and have the
minister pray for you as they think something is seriously wrong with you! The minister might wet their pants tooooo! ha ha
I think he surprised his dad. We have a couple of neighbor boys, ages maybe
6 and 4, who are all boy. They are
really fun to watch and be around. The
other day I asked them what their middle names were. The older one said James and the younger on
said devil. His dad said—devil isn’t
your middle name. You always call me
“little devil!!”
Surprise surprise surprise! Or is it a surprise? Things are changing and
always will. BUT women in politics (i.e. they are no longer footnotes) have
and are changing things pretty fast (i,e, laying stuff on the table in the open). Women are definitely changing the environment. They are altering the way campaigns
operate. It will never be the same. It’s hard for men to argue certain points
with a woman, if they use gender and other type of stuff. A guy can only get in trouble and gain
nuttin (i.e. have to be very politically correct or men are done--stick a fork in them). Maybe it’s better to say nuttin! WorldClassLarry says--You are what you
do, not what you say you’ll do (i.e. performance is louder than words--except
in politics).
Proverbs 17:22: “A cheerful heart is
good medicine” (NIV). LuckieEddie says—When I am quiet, everything is
soooo much easier to understand. Both of
those statements have no “small print” folks. It is what it is to me! I really believe it works and it is no
surprise to me that it does. I read this while eating my oatmeal with half a banana on it--When life seems to be falling apart, your most
“spiritual” decision may be a surprise: Get alone with God, and wait. The Bible
says in Lamentations 3:28, “When life is heavy and hard to take, go off
by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for
hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The ‘worst’ is never
the worst” (MSG). Most of us don’t know how to “enter the silence.”
We’re always anxious. We don’t like to wait on God because it stresses us out.
We like to be in control. If we want to listen to God and experience the hope
he has for us, we have to get alone with him (i.e. my opinion). We must “enter
the silence” and be ready to hear him. This seems to really work for me; maybe
not for you: maybe a 12-pack of Bud-Light might work better for you. Such is life.
This
might be a surprise surprise surprise to some of you. I went and saw an acquaintance the other
day. He is a farmer and was filling up a
small sprayer tank in the back of his JD Gator.
He told me that if you have a sprayer in the back, you don’t have to
have lights nor be licensed (i.e. using it for farm use). Basically, you can drive it anywhere. I was told that farmers can write it off for
tax purposes as a farm expense even though it basically is for the grand kids
to drive around. I think I’m going to
mount a little sprayer on the back of my Yamaha XT250 a.k.a. my respite bike. I bet that would be a surprise to the Highway
Patrol person. And maybe not; they
probably have seen most everything. I
wonder if my tax person has seen that before.
Surprise surprise surprise! Or no surprise. I don’t know how you will react. From our
sun porch, we can see Gray Street and 13th Street. It seems like a lot of folks walk and run on
those streets. I have seen many of them
soooo often that by a glance, I can tell by their walk or run who it is (i.e.
now that is small town). One gal puzzles
me. She is quite disciplined by walking almost every day. BUT when I see her in public, it seems she has
gained about 5 pounds each time. She
must be a big eater. What do you think?
That is what I thought. Hey, it’s a good way to get new clothes on a consistent
basis!!!! I bet Goodwill really likes her! She might be nominated for the
“5-star award for the most clothes given that were less than a year old.” Bingo—a
forced giver—might get her picture in the paper with a nice article. I read in
the paper that 75% of Americans are overweight.
Why is that do you think? That is
what I thought.
Surprise surprise surprise! I was
finishing my run the other morning and someone hollers at me. It was MyFriendRandy fixing MyFriendJean’s
garage door opener. He told me this
story of his father, Karl, a friend and old neighbor who also owned part of the
lumber yard and also was the “garage door expert.” One day a senor lady called and said her
garage door opener didn’t work and was wondering if he could come and fix
it—can’t right now; I’m busy; I will send a fix over the phone—ok, the lady
said—go out to the garage and unplug it and then pug it back in; do it three
times. She did and called back saying it
worked. What a hoot! If you knew Karl, it’s even funnier!
ha ha
I was
on a run early the other morning and a friend was on his drive. I see your garden really looks good—it ‘cause
of dad’s manure. I didn’t ask him what
he meant saying “his dad’s manure!” I read in the paper the other day that 66%
of black children live in a fatherless home and 24% of whites. Kids. It said, kids of fatherless homes are 10 times more likely to
get on drugs. Are you surprised? Soooo folks, dad’s manure seems to really
affect children (i.e. produces results) and probably affects our future
generations--dad’s manure is priceless.
Does that make any sense to you?
That is what I thought.
Well last week I talked about my complaining about my golf
game. Soooo I went for an early morning run
on the golf course (i.e. I thought I was the only person on the course). I get to the back of the course approaching
the 8th tee box and see this walker getting ready to tee off (i.e.
he toooo thinking he is the only person on the course). I stopped to give him some space as he was
preparing to hit (i.e. he teed his ball up, took a couple of practice swings,
approached the ball, did a waggle, and took a mighty whack at the ball. Then he said quite loudly--*^@#*)+*^&*%@ *&%$#)&@~in' slice! Soooo I continued running on the path
approaching him from behind and said—I assume you didn’t like your shot. I hate that *%^$#*(%$ *^$#@!_*&^in' slice that went into the
trees (i.e. you want cheese with your whine)! Well, enjoy your round of
golf. That doesn’t sound toooo relaxing
now does it. That is why folks have to
accept their game or quite. Statistics
show that many are quitting and taking up book reading! ha ha
BigMouthCaseywhocomplainsoneveryshot says--Maybe complaining is just
part of the game of golf; like it’s synonymous with golf! Could be.
Surprise surprise surprise!
Maybe!!! WorldClassLarry says--There
are things we know we know; we also know there are known unknowns; that is to
say, we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown
unknowns—the ones we don’t know we don’t know… it is the latter category that
tend to be the difficult ones. Lean
not on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5 Lord, You Know; there are no surprises with you Oh God. That is hard for our human minds to
understand. BUT we are not God but are
humans even though many folks think they are God. Ouchy ouchy!
Soooooo we went to our son, Chet and
daughter-in-law Jessica’s place for the 4th for a few hours. Rookie came and sat on my lap and
looked me right in the eye and said—Grandpa, did you bring any ice cream? (i.e.
I did the last two times). I said no Rookie, but I brought some Mary’s
brownies. He said--”That will work
Grandpa!”. He and his sister Charlie are
soooo sweet and kind to Arlene. Soooooo loving.
Just amazing. It is very touching to me. Saturday question—Is that reaction
genetic or taught or both?
Have a FUN day my
friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
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