We were dinner guests at some friends the other night (i.e. always a good time). ANYWAY we had a dessert called Tiramisu, it’s Italian and it means alittlelifterupper! Our friends are alittlelifteruppers and so was the dessert. It’s fun to around alittlelifteruppers and not soooooooo much fun to be around alittledragin’downers! Oh ya!
It’s starting to get cold in IA—My friend from the Chicago area sent me this--The Farmer's Almanac is predicting a very cold winter. It must be true because the squirrels are gathering nuts. Three of my neighbors have disappeared! Yep, we are in CO on our way to AZ for the winter. We are some of those squirrels. It’s alittlelifterupper for us folks. Such is life.
WHO IS JACK SCHITT ? For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way. Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack. In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt.. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock. Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt. Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them. Sincerely, Crock O. Schitt
Here’s a little lifter upper. You don’t control tomorrow so that means you are not God Almightily. Got it? I read this while eating my oatmeal with strawberries on it—Don’t brashly announce what you’re going to do tomorrow; you don’t know the first thing about tomorrow. He quoted that from the Book; in Proverbs. I heard a speaker named John at a metro church say recently—You are not the problem solver so don’t try to be one. We talked to a friend after the service and he said—yabut I’m a fixer; that’s hard for me. Da! The speaker said—The best medicine you can be for a friend, acquaintance, anyone is just being there (i.e. and keep you mouth shut—don’t give sure fire solutions to their problem). WildWilly says—Yabut, I like to give advice! John gave us guys this tip—When your wife is belly aching about something, don’t stop her half way through and tell her—do it this way (i.e. solve her problem). She really doesn’t want that. Just keep your mouth shut and listen and then say—Ah Ha! Ah Ha! And then go in the garage. Such is life.
MissPerfect says—Yabut it feels so good to be part of the “whatIthinkis” the mighty huddle a.k.a. the elite of the elite group! You remember in junior high when the ego group would include and exclude certain girls? They were very mean—it still happens today folks in junior high and also in adult life. I think so. I have noticed how this has changed a person I know. It appears that she is sorta kinda been accepted in “whatshethinksis” the royal huddle (i.e. upper crust) and now she is not the same (i.e. she is not near as nice—she thinks her…doesn’t stink anymore—my opinion). But she has been accepted and now the other folks are not important in her life—she’s in the elite junior high huddle—she thinks she has made it). Ouchy ouchy! Usually this attitude leads to a disastrous fall. My Daddy, Chester, would tell me—The greatest folks are the ones who are nice to the folks who can’t repay their kindness (i.e. these are the real elite of the elite). The false elite of the elite, don’t care about folks who are in need (i.e. they only think about themselves—my opinion). Great folks will sleep in a tent!—they are no better than someone else. They may be great folks but don’t show it by their “turnedupnose” behavior. This false elite huddle (i.e. when a group of women or men think they are better than everyone else and just associate with this little huddle) is very dangerous in churches and in real life—my opinion. Many folks like to be part of the “royal huddle”. This is why there are gangs, clubs and private associations. I really hope this person figures out that she is this way and changes back to her old way. I like her better the old way. But I understand that she probably thinks this makes her feel very important (i.e. the elite of the elite). Her actions are a downer to me but to her it seems like alifterupper I would guess (i.e. she has arrived)! Such is life.
I read this while eating my oatmeal with half a banana on it--You must admit your helplessness before your prayers for help will be heard by God…It is not theological arguments that solve the problems of the questioning soul, but the sincere cry of that soul to God for strength and the certainty of that soul that the cry will be heard and answered. Now that is alifterupper to me! But I must self-evaluate myself first. When I think I’m in charge (i.e. part of the false elite of elite and don’t need God) I’m not very receptive to God’s advice and love now am I. No I’m not. Saturday question—So who are you this day? Are you and I humble or proud?
Have you ever been down in the dumps? What’s your mental impression of dumps? Have you every needed alifterupper? Something to get you out of the dumps? So what gets you out of the dumps—what is the lifterupper? Who is the lifterupper? The lifterupper can come from the strangest places and the most unique folks now can’t they. GerogeTheCrooks asks--Are you alifterupper or a dragerdowner? I read this while eating my oatmeal with half a banana on it—“If I have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.” Charity means to care enough about other people to really want to do something for them (i.e. not just make a lot of noise and puff yourself up). A smile, a word of encouragement, or a word of love...use the odd moments of your day in trying to do some little thing to cheer up another person. Use your opportunities. Such is life.
What gets you down? What lifts you up? Back to that elite group again (i.e. I’m passionate about this—it gets my goat). I hope I recognize when someone needs encouragement and be an encourager. It seems to me that some folks in the elite group stomp on a person when they are not the standard they think they are (i.e. instead of helping them, they kick them when they are down). My Daddy, Chester, always said—Little people attack folks who are down and big folks help folks when they are down. The eliteoftheelite group reminds me of a hog that the other hogs pick on in a hog confinement—they pick on a certain hog until they kill it (i.e. ruthless). My Mom, Anna, told me always do what is right erv. I don’t think some of the folks who think they are the eliteoftheelite are doing the right thing. That’s my opinion. They have such an opportunity to use their talents to be soooooooo useful but decide to use it for their own gain it appears. Decisions have consequences. Such is life. Romans 12:16 says this—Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited. I have a saying above my desk that reads—You are mature when you are in a position to hurt someone but decide not to. ItchieBitchie says—Now that could really be alifterupper! SusieQ says—This wanting to be the so called elite of the elite is an illusion much like giving a few Christmas presents will make everything happy and perfect! It’s an illusion! LuckieEddie says—Here’s the real deal, we need to be great this day and every day, not just on Christmas.
ItchieBitchie says--For those of you who really worry abut the illegal aliens issue, here’s alifteruper ~ “Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any Indian.”
Alittlelifterupper! Joesixpack says--Remember folks, our own perception of ourselves is often clouded by emotions, experiences and self-evaluations (i.e. we are programmed by our past). You’re not maybe as bad as you think you are! What will I no longer tolerate in my life?
Change can be alittlelifterup or a dragerdowner! It probably all depends on our attitude I would guess. It appears that change is exciting for youth but threatening for older folks (i.e. generally). Oswald Chamber said it first (and best!) in his book My Utmost for His Highest: “Never live on memories; let the Word of God always be living and active in you.” Nothing shuts the ears of younger people faster than when they hear, “Back in my day,” or “Those were the good old days.” Sooooooo, throw those chips away, get your butt of the couch and do something! It’s up to you; decisions have consequences and you get to make the decisions. I recently stopped at a convenient store for a snack (i.e. junk food). The guy ahead of me at the check out purchased 3 packs of cigarettes—cost was $15.60. I said to the clerk—cigs are expensive!—ya they are; they are on special now, 3 for $15.60; normally they are $6 a pack! Okay now, wonder if we tax junk food like cigs? It would help our budget and also slim down the folks a lot I would guess (i.e. only a guess; probably we would subsidize the junk food eaters to off set the cost!—na, we wouldn’t do that would we?). Such is life.
Drove to Morrison, CO today to spend a long weekend with James, Heather and our little Erin (i.e. that’s alifterupper). Saw that the Hawks got beat by the Gophers (i.e. that alittledowner). Hope to hike Mt Falcon, celebrate Thanksgiving, celebrate Arlene’s birthday, take care of Erin on Monday, and then head down the road to AZ for the winter. I have the life of Riley all right! A biglifterupper.
The battle between the world and the spiritual will always be there I guess folks (i.e. a temporary lifterupper or a permanent draggerdowner. This is what I read while watching little Charlie eat her oatmeal recently (i.e. she eats it toooooo)-- “Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of the Lord.”—Arlene says there is a song with those words; really a good one! Those words are for many ordinary people whom the world may pass by, unrecognizing. Not to the world-famed, the proud, the wealthy, are these words spoken, but to the quiet followers who serve God unobtrusively yet faithfully (i.e. maybe not the folks who are part of the what some think is the elite of the elite huddle—the me generation). Maybe our temporary gratification here on this earth might be an illusion much like the thinkin’ that a few Christmas gifts will produce happiness (i.e. repeat). IthcieBitchie says—Yabut everybody tells me that I need to do that. Saturday question—Do you do whatever everybody tells to do and act a certain way to be accepted by the junior high huddle? WildWillie says--It takes a real storm in the average person's life to make him realize how much all those faking things aren’t really the real deal.
Here are a few special gift suggestions for you to give this Christmas season (i.e. my opinion). Soooooooo…maybe you might like them and maybe not—give some person the opportunity to cry (i.e. most folks don’t let folks express their feelings)—create an experience that will be remembered for every (i.e. not some stuff that no one remembers)—a letter of I thank you, I respect you, I’m proud of you, or I love you—A telephone call—a visit—a gift of time--tell someone of the Good News-- think of something special, unique and exciting. Joesixpack says—Happy memories are not related to stuff but to experiences—and don’t put pressure on others by your giving. Forget the stuff and trinkets (i.e. throw away stuff, garage sale stuff, and the re-gift stuff). Make your gifts lifteruppers! CadillacJack says—Do not set all your hopes and desires on material things. There is weariness in an abundance of things! TomThePeacock says—The worst gifts to give are: gifts with guilt; gifts with strings attached; gifts you buy for others that you want yourself!
GerogeTheCrook says—There are a lot of illusions out there folks sooooooooo be careful. Illusions like—Rudolph’s red nose might just be makeup!
This was agreatbiglifterupper to me—I got this email from my big sister (i.e. big sister only in age)--When I purchased my turkey I found one by Jennie O. Nostalgia tugged at my heart so I purchased it. Today I’m thawing it and I decided to check where it had been processed. You have already guessed. Yes, Willmar, MN. Happy Thanksgiving. Love, Myrt ~ Our Mom, Anna, went to work for Jennie O after my Daddy, Chester, died to pay her humble way (i.e. she was such a great Mom—I miss her. I’m thankful for our parents and also that my sisters (i.e. and families) and us get along soooooo well. I’m also very thankful that our children and their spouses and Arlene and I get along soooooo well. They have to be very special folks to put up with me! Most of you can appreciate that! Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
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KR’s thought of the day-- With a good hobby you can find yourself and loose yourself at the same time. MyFreindJean says—Patience is the companion of wisdom.
Sunday, a friend gave her personal testimony in church (i.e. she told who her King is). She touched folks—could you give your testimony? Our pastor, Michael, used the words found on youtube defining who is “My King”. I suggest you listen to it especially when we think about Christmas (i.e. my opinion).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzqTFNfeDnE
