a.k.a. cheap

I see London I see France I see some one’s underpants! When I think of Paris I think of French fries, French toast, French coffee, French kissing, Napoleon, Eiffel Tower and sidewalk cafes. I experienced it all except the French kissing! So there Sherlock Holmes put that in your pipe and smoke it! Such is life.

Some of you might not understand this but the Mellemas were not born with a silver spoon in their mouths (i.e. they had to be a.k.a cheap to survive)—we are survivors a.k.a. fighters). We are in Europe though—I wondered what Chester and Anna would think that we did this and did it together. I think they would be happy for us and would really enjoyed being with us. Chester and Anna were a.k.a cheap (i.e. they had to be)—I wonder where we got that from. Like my mentor says—we are programmed like a ‘puter.

Nutten is cheap in Europe, I mean nutten folks! And to make it worse, the dollar is not strong. I can understand why Europeans travel to the U.S. and buy much stuff (i.e. it’s a.k.a. cheap). I asked a Frenchman in Paris who was sitting next to us at the street cafe where we had dinner one night (i.e. he was waiting for his girl friend). He was drinking a little cup of coffee (i.e. I mean little) so I asked him how much that cost him—2.2 euros out on the side walk, 1.8 inside and if you go to the bar it’s one euro. Hey, when his girl friend came, they did the cheek-kissing thing. In Switzerland coffee was 3.80 Franks (i.e. about the same in $s). I noticed in Switzerland a big Mack was $11.30—that’s just the burger and not the meal—McDonalds is big in Europe). When we entered France, we stopped at an AutoGrill and I saw that coffee was 1.4 euros so I bought a cup a.k.a cheap—it was espresso and there was hardly nutten in the carry out cup (i.e. nutten like at Casey’s). It was an Igottcha. Hey, I’m no virgin, I have been “got” before SomeWiseGuy in our van said—That espresso aught to make you talk even more and faster! We tried to save some money by buying some stuff at grocery stores and having picnics when traveling. Hey, we’re Dutchman a.k.a. cheap! We did stay at very nice hotels strategically located, which were arranged by Arlene Humble at www.humbletravel.com She did a very nice job for us (i.e. we were in good hands!). Arlene has done work for us for many years (i.e. she’s a good one). If every you need some travel plans, try her. Tell her ervtheRiley sent you. Maybe she will give me a referral fee a.k.a. cheap! We didn’t travel like Queen Elizabeth does but we did okay. The trip cost a pretty penny but it’s only money folks. JoeDutchman says—You can lose what you never had it! Such is life.

I like experiences and opportunities and Europe surely is that. We got to look into the world’s door a little bit—it’s a big world out there folks but sooooooooo exciting! It’s way different than wearing ButlerCountyGlasses all right! The question is—when to save and when to spend. That is a tough decision sometimes. Decisions have consequences. Experiences to me are more important than a barn full of stuff (i.e. my opinion). When you do experiences that make you happy inside (e.g. making your world bigger like learning and experiencing other cultures) it enlightens a person’s life. TheFrenchGuy says—What’s exciting to one person is not exciting to another, ya got to remember that. Yabut FrenchGuy—What do I care what others think of my actions if it stimulates me in a way that makes me a better person? Besides a SmartNiceLady said—It says in the Book, things of this earth will pass away but…!

You ever see 6 Dutchman at a complimentary hotel breakfast buffet? They eat until they can’t eat any more and then they fill their purses and pockets for lunch (i.e. a.k.a cheap)! That’s why Dutch woman have such large purses and Dutch guys wear cargo pants! Ah ah ah ah!

European hotels force you to put your key card in a slot in the room to turn on the lights and have to remove the card when you leave which turns out the lights (i.e. a.k.a. cheap). Also in Paris our hotel had dim lights in our halls—you had to turn on the light to make it brighter (a.k.a. cheap). Paris was full of scooters (i.e. a.k.a. cheap). Many walkers and bikers in Europe (i.e. a.k.a. cheap). Traveling is physically enduring we found out. We walked many many miles almost every day (i.e. a.k.a cheap); Europeans do the same.

a.k.a cheap pictures! I saw zillions of pictures taken in Europe. Some really made me laugh—folks would be not happy but when they had their picture taken, it looks like they were real happy (i.e. fake). They all put on their church faces (i.e. much like a church directory). Such is life.

I saw a sign on a taxi that said—Make your plastic fantastic in Paris (i.e. a.k.a. not cheap folks). I saw another sign that read—Shop where your emotions start (i.e. definitely not a.k.a. cheap folks). Oh Paris! Ya we did all the attractions I think. We climbed the tower to get an eye full! The buildings are all the same color and are old!  Actually I walked as far up as they would let me and then took the elevator the last ways. I have now walked up the Eiffel tower, Washington Monument, and the Statue of Liberty a.k.a. cheap. Next Mr. Everest—not! That is the Life of Riley folks. Actually one of our tour guides (i.e. my brother-in-law went to the “rack of crap” as he called it and we went from there--picked our medicine for the day). I tell you what this Napoleon guy sure built a lot of stuff. What was his motive anyway I wonder! Did he want folks to remember him or what? I’m no Napoleon and never will be—I’m not a has been but a never was! I tell you what – that Cathe’drale Notre-Dame de Paris is no cheap place (i.e. a.k.a not cheap). Man that was an expensive place to build I bet. We have an acquaintance who told us she lit a candle for us one time (i.e. she said it was a blessing for us). I lit a candle for her there. It cost 2 euros and then I went a little farther and there were more candles for 5 euros. I don’t know if they were better or not but I got by a.k.a cheap! I wanted to see the hunchback but he was out of town I guess. The le Tour de France ended by the Arc De Thiophi Etoile in Paris when we were there. We saw Alberto Contador of Spain win that sucker—that was sorta kinda cool to see. Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole! That’s no a.k.a cheap deal folks (i.e. it’s all about money let me tell you). I wanted to rent a bike and ride the last couple of miles with the boys but they wouldn’t let me. It sounded like fun.

a.k.a cheap! Many of the bathrooms in Europe you had to pay 50 to 70 euros. There were even ladies in the men’s bathroom (i.e. nothing is as private). That is the biggest moneymaker there is folks—ya gottogo! Another huge massive moneymaker is the tolls—holy molly they add up. Like our driver said—We euro-N-8-ed @ the auto-bonds’ toll booths! We drove 3, 914 km or 2,442 miles together in our Mercedes 9-passenger Vito (i.e. that’s a lot of bonding with your sisters and brother-in-laws folks).

We took the ferry back over to Dover (i.e. a.k.a cheap compared to the tunnel—besides we no longer had a car). I enjoyed the experience and opportunity. Dover is a small town driven solely by the ferry and the tunnel the taxi driver told me. Our motel was on the edge of Dover so Arlene and I went for a walk in the country. We walked on this single lane road about a mile and half where we met an English couple who just popped out of the woods on this little trail. They suggested we take the trail through the woods which will come out to a field with a little trail through the field, to a farmer’s place, and then into Whitfield (i.e. a little village next to Dover). It was a hoot! The wooded trail did come to a wheat field (i.e. about 80 acres) with a little 2-foot wide trail right through the wheat. After the 80-acre field, we came to a hedgerow and gate. There was another 80-acre field with the trail being now about a foot wide. Then we came to another hedgerow and gate and entered another 80 acre wheat field and finally to the farmers place and walked between his house and his barn. We did talk to a local who actually worked for the Euro Tunnel and suggested we eat at the Wittiwake. He said it was a Carver (i.e. a buffet that carved meat). He said it was very reasonable a.k.a cheap. It was 5.99 pounds a.k.a. cheap and no tip a.k.a. cheap! The carver was the assistant chief and had traveled to Florida. He liked the twikes of the U.S. That was his highlight it sounded like. Our taxi driver who took us to the train station the next morning told me that the English are bloody soft with the Islamic folks. Much of Europe has outlawed the burke but not England (i.e. bloody soft he said). I heard this concern a lot in Europe. I asked him what the #1 problem was—social drugs; a kilo of cocaine use to cost 100 pounds but now 30 (i.e. a.k.a. cheap); many more people using the drug but in reality more money is being made (i.e. it’s all about the money folks). I read in the London Daily Telegraph on the plane home that Jackie Cobell, age 56, was a world-beater in that she swam the Channel in the longest time ever—28 hours and 44 minutes (i.e. that’s from Dover to Calais). It took us about an hour and half by ferry. Wow! She was not hot-doggin’ it folks!

We washed our clothes in the sink a.k.a. cheap! Most of the hotels had a clothes line which you could string over the bath tub to hang your clothes. There must be others who are a.k.a. cheap! Such is life.

I asked our family – When I say Winston Churchill, what response do you have? I guess they said—He was the statesman who got England through WWII. Here are a few statements of him that a friend sent me. The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, "If you were my husband I'd give you poison," and he said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it." ~ "He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." ~ "A modest little person, with much to be modest about. " ~ "I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend.... if you have one." -- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill -- "Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one." -- Winston Churchill, in response.

My big sister wanted to see St. Paul’s (i.e. I think that’s where Princes Diana got married) before we left London. I wasn’t very excited about it as I saw 3 churches already but walked along. It was going to cost 12 pounds so I wasn’t going in (i.e. a.k.a. cheap). She went in and said—It’s free. they are having a service in there—so I went in and listened to the service. It was just like at home—some folks listened and some slept! But it was a.k.a. cheap! The tube (i.e. subway) I thought was a.k.a cheap. We rode it to and from the airport, train station and general travel around the city. We bought an Oyster Card (i.e. pre paid card) for 25 pounds and when we got done they redeemed it and we got about 6 pounds back. I think that was a.k.a cheap! That’s my opinion folks.

The conclusion of the matter is…I really enjoyed this opportunity and experience (i.e. it was a good holiday as they say in Europe). I was very relaxed and peaceful (i.e. just a way good feeling folks) and slept like a rock every night (i.e. now that tells ya something). I had no expectations and had no ticky-tacky agenda (i.e. just went with the flow). I tried to pick my time to talk and my time not to talk; the time to lead and the time to follow. It appears to me that some folks all over the world enjoy life more than others (i.e. mainly attitude I think). I have asked many of you—sooooooooo what was your highlight? Well mine was definitely the over view of Europe (i.e. that was my mission and I feel I have really accomplished it). I found that people are nice all over the world and that the ones I talked to all want world peace and they hang their underwear on the line to dry all over the world. I think Americans are more wasteful than Europeans and that space is limited more in Europe (i.e. everything is way older in Europe). I learned that you have to be patient when traveling in other countries (i.e. as my FriendJean says—Patience and Persistence win the day). I learned that you need to be strong physically to travel (i.e. anyway the way we did a.k.a. cheap). I learned that traveling is easier than I thought it would be (i.e. people are just sooooooooo much fun and helpful). I learned that they sell trinkets every part of the world (i.e. it’s all about money folks). The Visa card is accepted everywhere! Like I said when I started this trip—Many of you have done much more traveling than our little opportunity/experience and you know much more than I but we surely enjoyed this opportunity/experience. When Iowa wins a football game at home in Kinick Stadium, the students sing—In heaven there ain't no beer that’s why we drink it here…! My kid sister said this to me on top of the Eiffel Tower—My prayers are for wisdom and not stuff; that I may live wisely; stuff is just stuff but opportunities and experiences are priceless (i.e. that might be a little erv’s-paraphrase). A friend gave me a tape to listen to and I listened to it again on my i-Pod while riding the train—the basic thought of it is—Stuff is stuff and in the end (i.e. when the game is over) it all goes back in the box (i.e. including our bodies). Soooooooooo maximize every moment of your life. Such is life.

We traveled a.k.a cheap but it was in the Entrepreneurial Class (i.e. pretty darn exciting). When we purchased those Oyster cards, they gave us a little carrier to put it in. On it was written this—Travel is a means to an end. Home.

I read this at the Globe Theater in London—If you can’t understand my agenda and declare, “it’s all Greek to me” you are quoting Shakespeare! It was a bloody good trip chap! Cheers!

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

erv

KR's thought of the day—Don’t save so much for rainy days that you can’t enjoy the sunny ones.
TheProfessor’sPithySaying—Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. Oscar Wilde

Momma Mia

TheItalianGyPaolo talks a lot but doesn’t say much (i.e. that is in every country folks)! Momma Mia! Disclaimer—If this isn’t saying much to you, you know where the delete key is.

Momma Mia! Hey chap! Munich has a wide rage of cultures living in the city of about 1.3 million. Very interesting. 97% was destroyed by bombs but has been rebuilt to look of old. It looks like an old city with the gateways and old buildings. Lots of culture and tradition they tell us. They are of the Bavarian background (i.e. thinking they are richer and more important than other parts of Germany we have been told). Larry and I went on a tour of the city by bike. Bridget was our tour guide (i.e. from South Africa and also lived in the U.S for a couple years). We had lunch at a beer garden and I had a pretzel and a Rhathler (i.e. half beer and half lemonade). As we were sitting by the table eating, we found out that a Korean family’s father was a Presbyterian pastor in Korea and Larry and I are Christians and our tour guide was also (i.e. don’t know about the college girl Kim from Jersey. ANYWAY here we are drinking beer in Germany with different ideas and customs (i.e. Germans like their beer, traditions and habits all right) but we all believe in Jesus as our Lord and Savior. Huh, interesting. Bridget said that in Germany many are Lutheran and many are Catholic. More churches are becoming community churches (i.e. they seem to accept everyone and the Holy Spirit seems to be more active in these compared to the older main line traditional with stiff traditions and habits). The new world church (i.e. a little bit of this and a little bit of that—what every feels good) seems to present too but they don’t seem to make as serious commitment it seems. Bridget said a lot—life is choices (i.e. sorta kinda what I say a lot—decisions have consequences. That is what she said folks. She also said that Americans don’t know world history very well but Americans are very friendly compared to Germans. We had dinner of wierne schnitzel at an outside restaurant down town Munich. Then had some ice cream at McDonalds (i.e. ate on the third floor as it started to rain (i.e. yes the third level). Now that was different. Such is life.

Momma Mia! Have you ever talked to a Muslim? I had never so there was a family in the lobby (i.e. the guy had on a very nice Reebok jugging outfit on and his wife had on her black garb from head to toe and had on a burke covering her face plus real expensive sun glasses on her head and a very expensive watch—they had three children under the age of 10 maybe). I said to the man that I’m not real familiar with the customs of your culture—may I speak to your wife—sure you can—can I look her in her eyes—sure you can—you and your wife come over and talk with us—we did—he was a businessman and she was a family physician for both men and women. I asked them where they were from—Kquat—they asked where we were from—U.S.—We like Americans as they made our life much better with the Gulf War. I told them that our son-in-law James fought in that war. He said I should say thank you to him. We talked some and then we had to leave. I wanted to shake their hands—no way—that was something I could not do.

Momma Mia, what a meatball! We toured Neuschwanstein Castle (i.e. it’s huge—what a waste of time and money—my opinion). It was built by Crazy King Louie Ludwig II as you remember (i.e. he was actually diagnosed to being crazy and he mysteriously died—maybe diagnosed as crazy and maybe murdered for the throne). It’s all about power and money folks—nutten changes! Here is an interesting thing that caught my attention. In the area where the throne was suppose to be, there were painted pictures of kings before him and above all the kings was painted a picture of Jesus. Our tour guide said this was to show that Jesus is the King of all kings. Huh, interesting. TheGermanGuy said—Every man’s home is his castle! On to Austria. Innsbruck was way different that what I thought compared to Munich, which was exactly like I thought. We pulled up to our hotel in Innsbruck about 7 at night which is down town just across from the river Inn in the Zentrum of the city and a framer with his 4-whell-drive tractor was stopped for the stoplight with two large farm wagons full of carrots. The hotel was built in the late 1400s (i.e. that’s old folks—very delightful place). It is sooooooo interesting. After scouting Innsbruck, we really did enjoy it and the Bavarian Alps. We went on a hike in the Alps and I heard—the hills are alive with the sound of my bother-in-law Larry’s wisdom that he shared as we took a break high up overlooking Innsbruck at Rumer Alm. This is what he shared with us—Will Rogers said—If you’re talkin’ you ain’t learning! So I said—I’ll shut up!! And Larry said—Anyway, long enough to write this down! Ya ya ya ya! He said he had this on a poster in his class room some 35 years ago. When we got back from our hike, we had Apfelstrudel – mit Vanillesauce order Vanilleeis in a street resturant in old Innsbruck. Momma Mia what a hoot! We went into couple of churches in Inns-bruck (i.e. really beautiful)—I really like to do this—I like to sit and say a prayer—it is sooooooooo peaceful, quite, and refreshing to me (i.e. my opinion).

Mamma Mia there is a lot of vineyards in Northern Italy. Also I saw corn and soybeans and castles too. I think I have seen corn in every country (i.e. actually looked quite good but not very much). There are very very few billboards in Europe (i.e. now that is refreshing). There are no seed corn signs beside each field like Iowa (i.e. I think that is funny). ANYWAY Larry, our driver and Doris our navigator got us to Venice. We had a choice to walk 45 minutes to our hotel or take a water taxi or public waterbus (i.e. should have taken the waterbus but I wanted to walk). It ended up being an hour walk and we had to go up and down steps over each canal. Mamma Mia there is a lot of canals in Venice a.k.a. Venezia. They’ll never listen to me again (i.e. I won’t have to be the leader again). The call me “CrazyErvieI”. Arlene and I had a pasta dinner, Mamma Mia what a meatball, on the Grand Canal and she said—I never walked up and down soooooo many steps in all my life—I said—that’s why you don’t want to take soooooo much luggage along and she said—that’s no fun. Momma Mia! Venice is sorta kinda romantic (i.e. maybe I have seen tooooooooo many tourist places, I don’t know. It is very unique riding the waterbusses and water taxies and gondies. It’s just like the pictures as usually but bigger than I pictured it. Momma Mia!

I have been working on keeping my mouth shut and I think I’m getting better at it (i.e. now that all depends on who you talk to). Momma Mia that’s hard at times. When you travel with 5 other family members, we all can’t be chiefs so I try to be an Indian. We have enough chiefs that are very good (i.e. we don’t need another). It reminds me of my favorite chief and Indian story with our family traveling. Our kids were sorta kinda young and I was asking Arlene if I should take this exit—I got a little excited and said—Tell me where to go! She said—I like to tell you where to go! We all laughed!

Mamma Mia that’s a good Danish! We were waiting in line to see St. Marks Church in Venice. It’s a very elaborate church and built at a huge cost—soooooo what does that say?! I bet it says different things to different folks. What to you think? The family just behind us were from Denmark (i.e. maybe in their 40s with two teen age children). They were very nice folks. So does the Danish really come from Denmark? Ya but we call in a Vienas! They just can’t understand why America doesn’t just go to socialized medicine like Obama wants (i.e. cut the insurance companies out—middle man out). They pay 50% tax but do pay for dentist. Denmark, according to them, is social liberal. I asked if they believe in God—I think so; Danish folks need to have everything proven; they believe in some of the Bible but not all—what does that mean—we believe there is a God sorta—do you believe in Jesus—ya as a person but not as the Son of God (i.e. not in the virgin birth)—do you go to church—ya sorta; we go at birth, to be blessed as a teenager, when we get married and at death and of course Christmas—why Christmas if you don’t believe in Jesus as your Savior—It just what we do. Do all Danes think like you—ya pretty much? They were the nicest folks Arlene said as we were sitting in St. Mark mediating—yabut Arlene, according to our believe as Christians, they will not go to heaven as the Christian faith believes that you must accept Jesus Christ as you Lord and Savior to be saved and they don’t. Most of Europe is not very Christian. Huh, interesting.

What a hoot! Momma Mia! Our hotel arranged for us to take a water taxi to Signoretti Murano Venetian Glass Co. They showed us how they made all the glass products (i.e. a very quality upper end glass trinkets for over 1,000 years). ANYWAY our tour guide and salesman was Daniele. He told us that Venezia has a current population of about 60,000 but during a typical day there will be 500,000 folks there (i.e. some employees and of course tourists). There use to be a population of 300,000 but many of the homes have been converted to business such as hotels and shops and restaurants. Now it’s too expensive for most folks to live there (i.e. it’s all about money folks). We told them that we were siblings and he said his brother and him are like black and white when thinking about stuff; I love him but don’t get along with him and could never travel with him. He said—You can change your wife but not your relatives! I said I have a hard time changing my wife, give me some help—Your English not good; you need to listen better—He kicked his foot; I kick her in butt (i.e. meaning I kicked her out)—change wife, get new one! He has traveled extensively and has found out from his travel and selling fine glass to rich folks that most rich folks are not happy but poorer folks are happier. The rich folks’ biggest nightmare is that they might become poor he said! They might spend big bucks buying the finest and most expensive glass piece but are not still happy. Money does not make people happy—it has to be from inside (i.e. yabut no one wants to be poor and everyone wants to be rich—what goes). We had the nicest conversation—in fact I asked him what he said to some of his help—he said—nice folks but don’t buy anything—we both laughed! Momma Mia!

Italians seem to have their lips constantly moving but I really don’t know if they are saying much. They seem to talk a lot but it seems like no one is listening, they are all talking at the same time. Have you ever just tuned some folks out? I mean don’t pay much attention to them ‘cause what they say amounts to nutten? When I talk to myself internally, it seems to work (i.e. others really care what I think, am saying or what my opinion). Momma Mia!

We went to Luzern where I think of Swiss watches, knives, chocalate, banks and the Alps. The folks were really nice to Laryy & Doris and Jack & Myrt (i.e. a lot nicer than me). I asked a Swiss guy what the deal was. He said—they have a lot of money in our banks and you don’t. Oh ya, now it makes sense! I didn’t get to the peak above Luzern as I wanted to (i.e. it rained). Such is life.

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

erv

KR’s thought of the day—Never let yesterday use up today.
TheProfessor’sPithySaying—My neighbor is my brother/sister in Christ. 

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Mind the gap

When in London riding the tube, this was written on the platform and they always announced it when the doors were closing—MIND THE GAP! It made me laugh every time. The gap meaning the area between the tube car and the platform. I started thinking about minding the gap. So what’s the gap in my life? We carried, drug, and pulled our luggage up and down many steps in the tube, train and ferry. I wish we would have taken half the amount of luggage (i.e. I don’t know if Arlene thinks the same) as it was hard work! The Europeans don’t cater to the heavier folks (i.e. there is very little if any handicap assessable stuff for certain folks (i.e. either you do it or don’t use the public transportation I guess). Joesixpack says--Now there is a new incentive to motivate folks. Such is life.

Mind the gap. We have found the folks soooooooo far to be sooooooooo much fun. The ocean being no gap to mind as of yet! I have talked to many many folks and they really have been nice (i.e. of course using the universal language—smile--helps!). There are good folks in every country and jerks in every country—nothing changes. Different countries have different traditions just like different tribes have different traditions and different folks have different opinions. Men might wear capris and ladies might have hairy legs but they are really the same. JanTheDutchman says—They sell trinkets all over the world. But you know what, I haven’t seen one golf course yet. Such is life.

Chester & Anna Dykema Mellema ancestors (i.e. tribe as they call them in Europe came for Holland/Friesland. We stopped in Amersfoort and I rang the door bell of Samuella Mellema Snell and her husband Jacoues. She is the granddaughter or great granddaughter of our granddad’s brother. They didn’t know we were coming. We had a fun little time. There is also a Mellemastraat so we had to have our picture taken by the sign. What a hoot. In Amersfoort Centrum there was going to be a party for the World Cup that night. They planed on 10,000 partiers all dressed in Orange. I talked to Marens Hoop, a young man who is in the Holland Royal Air Corpse. He has been in Iraq and in Afghanistan (i.e. a very nice young man who really impressed me). We talked about our tribe coming from Holland. ANYWAY I kidded him I was going to buy an orange soccer shirt tomorrow much cheaper that they are today. If they lose they will be even cheaper I said. He said, you still have some Dutch in you! Heppi Holland, they were not! De fans vieren zilver als goud meaning the fans celebrate the silver metal. Marens said that Holland started the 3-D plan in the war and now the U.S. is using it toooooo. So what is the 3-D plan—Defense, Diplomacy and Democracy. MyHistorianKidSisterDoris said that the color orange came from William of Orange during the reformation during the 1500s—what?—Yup, it is so! Maybe that’s why we have Orange City, IA. Do you think so? Mind the gap!

You want to pay straight forward--Pay straightforward means pay before you use the room—mind the gap. I think that is funny too! Ya, ya ya ya. DutchmanPieter says—Gripping about habits women have in traveling is like gripping about the cold whether in Holland during the winter! DutchmanPieter goes on to say—My wife is the Black Widow of our holiday! Ya, ya ya ya!

There was no minding the gap at dinner. Oh no! We ate at De GillendeKeukenmeid. It was a dinner pancake place that was quaint (i.e. the restaurant had a thatched room located on a treed street with a church across the street). It was 6 and the church bells rang for 20 minutes. MariekeTheDutchwoman said—It use to be that 70% of Dutch were Christian but now maybe 35% and most of those are Catholic that go to church 3 times—at birth, at marriage and at death! We asked Ineke van Empel our waitress about the ringing of the bells and she said—that church is Christian, very heavy (i.e. meaning stiff and old traditional). It just added to the experience. The food was just excellent and unique but the service was even better. Ineke was a 38 year old red headed, blue eyed pretty gal who looked like she was 22. She was also was the owner with her husband who we met later. They were the nicest folks (i.e. my kind of folks) and we just had a hoot. No gap in our enjoying each other. Oh no! I asked them what the sign read that was in Dutch by the cash register—It said—If you like it tell us, if you don’t like it tell us; if you like it tell your friends! DutchmanTjitske said--Ya ya ya ya!

Mind the gap! These folks here in Netherland understand me--yes they do (i.e. conservative Dutch). That’s a lot for you to understand folks. I understand. Freslanders are noted for their blond/red hair and their tempers and their stubbornness. We heard several Dutchman show us both. We heard a pretty good argument on the bus we took to Amsterdam (i.e. we took our vehicle to a bus stop at the edge of Durgerdam (i.e. the bus stop was on a dike in front of a little house that had 2 sheep and 3 geese in the back yard—rural area of the city). Amsterdam has a lot of old buildings, canals, people, beer, and etc. What more can I say—Amsterdam is Amsterdam. It’s quite different with all those qualities. Amsterdam is a city known all over the world but it is not that large (i.e. about a million). All of Holland is smaller in number that Mexico City. Many Dutchman just love Amsterdam with a passion. When leaving the city and waiting for the bus I had a nice visit with a lady. She worked in mental health (i.e. my sisters said they is why she could understand me)! ANYWAY many folks are not happy in Amsterdam (i.e. lack of jobs, drugs, alcoholic, and tooooooooo many folks in a little area (i.e. they get on each other nerves). She said many young people commit suicide—they jump off buildings and break their bones but they don’t die—they say—oh shit I didn’t get it done! She also said, Holland is missing something, as its history is not a country like that. She said that several times to me. Holland rings their church bells a lot—I guess it’s their history they tell me. Such is live.

We spent some time in Haringen as our great grand father Mellema lived their (i.e. also our mothers tribe Dykema came from this area too I think. It was sorta kinda fun. We stayed in Leeuwarden. I got to ride bike for most of the afternoon all over the town (i.e. most of the time I had no idea where I was). I rode along the canals in the city and on the narrow streets (i.e. really narrow) and just enjoyed all the Dutchman. It was a hoot. I said I wanted to buy an orange tee shirt with Holland on the back if I could find one (i.e. I would only pay 10 euros for it. I saw one in the window of a shop I liked so I went in the store—How much for the shirt—18 euros but on sale for 15 and I’ll sell it to you for 14—I’ll give you 10—okay! Hey I’m in Holdanda and I’m a Dutchman! What more can I say. Ya ya ya ya! Arlene and I ate at an outside restaurant next to our hotel. I had Frisian goat cheese with smoked ham and honey. We had a delightful talk with the guy who was previously sitting at the table we used. He told us that he thinks Holland is quite rich but it is not going the right direction (i.e. I heard that before). We are not as inviting and nice to foreigners as we were in our past history. Is it because of money—no, Europe isn’t so much about money but more about fear of the Islamic folks (i.e. that is what he said folks). Huh, interesting! Mind the gap. After dinner I took Arlene on a bike ride having her sit sidesaddle on the back of my bike. We were trying to figure how to do this so I asked three gals walking by. They were Ytje, Tryntje, and Annette who were from Frislan but two of them now live in Australia. They told us how and said it’s called being dinked—or I’m dinking Arlene. What a hoot! We had sooooooo much fun with those gals. Maybe that’s where the statement – dinking around – came from. Do you know? Such is life.

Oh our hotel was a hoot to! There was sorta kinda a slight mix up with our reservation so they gave us the honeymoon suites. They were nice. When we left for day, I mentioned to them that the knob to the huge massive tub’s sprinkler wasn’t there and I sorta kinda wanted it as there was no shower. When we got back, all our luggage was gone. I asked them it they know what happened to it—they moved us to different room. She said, it’s bigger and nicer. It was something else. But the funny part was Arlene washed some underwear and had it on back of a chair. In our new room, they had the underwear exactly the same on a chair. What a hoot! Went to take a bath in that huge bathtub built up on a platform of maybe 6 steps with mirrors on three sided. It took for every to get some water in there. I was sitting there and wondered what this button was so I pushed it. It started a shower about 9 feet in the ceiling. So I took a shower standing up there—it was a hoot.

One our way to Germany, we stopped at a working windmill at Aalden. Some workers were working on it and I asked it I could go in—yes, of course—I went up the three levels (i.e. very interesting). It was a mill for the wheat. We talked to a dairy farmer in Gees—his name was Tietma and milked 90 cows—the dairy industry has not been good in Holland the last year. A hector of land (i.e. about 2 acres) sells for $40,000 U.S. money. Ya ya ya ya ya

Mind the gap! We are now in Germany. I read in my devotions that morning before going down for a good old German breakfast (i.e. I really enjoyed it)--Dietrich Bonhoeffer said—It’s very easy to overestimate the importance of our own achievements in comparison with what we owe others. In other words, reality breeds humility. I talked to two local German ladies (i.e. 74) who were having lunch. They went through the war as young girls and talked about it some. They are tired of talking about the past of Germany and want to go forward. Since the war, their lives did nothing but got better. They said they lived in a very good time. Now things are not going the right direction. Our pensions are okay but the future generations’ are questionable. That is what they said folks. I talked to some of the nicest folks in Rothenburg. I wanted to talk to folks who lived there and learn about their feelings, especially older folks who went through the war. The first two guys couldn’t speak English. I talked to Ric Badal who was sooooooooo knowledgeable (i.e. he was a book writer and a photographer) as we were in front of the most photographed house in the world (i.e. I didn’t know that but Ric did). Here is a short story of Germany from Ric’s thinking—in the 30s Germans where not happy and Hitler came along and promised them much which he did for a while—in 1936 started attacking the Jews (i.e. start of the downfall)—used his power to take Czechoslovakia, Poland and started plans to take France—attached London and then England bombed Germany—people were not happy but could not get out—they didn’t see the big picture during this time as they were getting what they wanted (i.e. good economy—it’s all about money folks-- mainly by propaganda)—Ric says the U.S. is sorta kinda that way now (i.e. not seeing the big picture)—then the Americans got in the war and it was all over--Older Germans really like Americans as they helped them rebuild the country (i.e. very grateful and appreciative)—the younger folks are some what anti-American ‘cause of the Viet Nam war era. Germany got hurt economically again in 1989 when the wall came down—the eastern side was under Communist rule and was very poor compared to the western side—Arlene and I told him that we really like Germany and Europe as they seem to be more laid back—Ric said, yes they are more held back, go slower and are more reserved until you get to know them—he said, how can you not like it here—it’s beautiful. Then there was an old guy sitting on a bench with his cane—I asked him if he could speak English—no English—how old are you—shock his head as he didn’t understand—another guy came by and interrupted for me—he was 78 and his name was Kare Kronbach—the guy who stopped was Erhard Baasch 69 and his daughter Linda age 15 (i.e. a very pretty, sweet girl—Linda has to take English in school as there primary language—We talked a long time and had the most fun—they told us that older Germans really like Americans, his age like Americans too and Linda said Americans are her friends (i.e. she wants to come to America and shop)—we invited them to come—Erhard said (i.e. my opinion) Europe likes Obama, he’s good for the world. They were the nicest folks—my kind of folks with good heart and real. No minding the gap here folks. Such is life. One more thing Ric told me—Rothenbug was not suppose to be bombed as the Germans and U.S. had a treaty but when the Americans came the Germans did not hold up their end of the treaty and would not leave so it was bombed three times. Ouchy ouchy!

My brother-in-law Larry was disappointed at breakfast in Rothenburg. He calibrated his speed on the Autobahn from the day before and was going 99.48 mph or 160 kilometers per hour—He wanted to go 100 mph. And some of you guys wonder if God answers prayer—I was in the back of our van praying for safety! We wee going near 100 and they were flying by us. I have no idea what speed we will drive tomorrow. I could be praying again tomorrow or…in my pants (i.e. probably both)! Mind the gap! I asked the hotel clerk Andrea who was maybe 21 or so how fast she drives on the autobahn—usually 160 km—my car will only go 190 km and that is down hill—many cars can go 220 km. That’s smoking folks. Dankeschoen!

At our hotel German breakfast yesterday, there was a young Japanese couple that came in and were going to eat. They got their food and sat at a table rather close to us. I noticed she put her hands together as a symbol of thanks before eating. As I was leaving, they were standing by me and I asked her if she was a Buddhist—kinda sorda of but not really—so why do you do that thanks expression with your hands then—tradition/habit only, her husband said he doesn’t do it. I told them I was a Christian and give thanks to God by folding my hands in humility—no response. Mind the gap!

We toured Dachau—a good example of propaganda, fear of death, and the stripping of self worth. ! I kept thinking of Schindler’s List where the guards were in the tower shooting at the feet of a Jew (i.e. just intimating them) crossing the yard. He could have killed the Jew (i.e. the Jew was at his mercy). The guy in charge said to the guard—You are a big person when you have the power to kill someone and decide not to (i.e. something like that). We spent the night in Munich. There are a lot of Islamic folks here and many cultures. I asked an acquaintance about all the Islamic being here—she said they come to shop (i.e. have a lot of money but very demanding and look down on the Germans)—so the Germans like the Americans to come—yes, they are happy and fun. Mind the gap

My sisters and I had long time of reminiscing the past of our home life growing up, talk about our parents, and old stories. It was really fun as we all had somewhat different emotions and tales to tall. I really miss Chester and Anna—In fact I told my sisters that I wish I could tell my parents how much I loved them—I regret not telling them (i.e. my father died when I was 17 and my mom died 6 years later both at the age of 56. I sorta kinda got a little emotional when I told my sisters that. It was a good emotional feeling. Mind the gap.

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

erv

KR’s thought of the day—Stop worrying about the problem and start looking for the reason.
TheProfessor’sPithySaying—My neighbor is my mirror!

Positivo!

It’s not anything special maybe but to us it’s different—we’re in Europe. We had the opportunity to have dinner last Friday night with Chet, Jess and Charlie and spend the night before we left. We revel in these opportunities. Like Chet says—No one really cares about their little girl Charlotte doing all her new tricks except for us. When other parents told me about their kids doing all the new tricks like rolling over, smiling, etc. I just blew it off. But now when our little Charlotte does them, it’s different. Chet told me one time—They all do it Dad! But Chet has found out that when it’s your little girl, things are different. Yes they are. So our little trip is really nothing to you but it’s fun for us. We are traveling with my two sisters and their husbands for three weeks. Many of you have done this and much more but to us—it is fun (i.e. an adventure, an opportunity). So I can’t compare to you guys nor are we trying. We are just ourselves doing stuff that we like to do. To me, that’s when life is the most fun (i.e. being yourself). Comparing makes life not fun. Such is life.

One of our local banks, Iowa State Bank, gives kids $100 if they get all As. I like that. ANYWAY Arlene saw the name of a young friend of mine (i.e. going into 8th grade) on the sign so I sent him this email—SweetSwingRoss a.k.a. thebighammer Arlene says on the flashing sign in P'burg that Ross Cooper got all As! Wow, that's impressive. A lot more impressive than making a 3 foot putt let me tell you (i.e. he’s a pretty good little golfer). A friend just told me that his grand son’s girlfriend just got 3 years paid at Northwestern Law School. That's $60,000 a year of three years. Keep your butt in the books young man. Don't let others tell you it's all about football 'cause it isn't. That's my opinion. Remember, decisions have consequences. And you get to make the decisions. headcoacherv ~ Northwestern University fans chat this when there team gets beat in football and basketball—That’s all right…that’s OK…You’re gonaa work for us someday! I realize that maybe some of you don’t like to hear this, you want everyone to have the same stuff, same pay, same advantages and do no work (i.e. isn’t that a lot like socialism). Joesixpack says—Yabut when it affects you personally it’s different. Thomas Jefferson once said—My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much government…The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not…To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical. That is his opinion. Such is life.

Many folks have accomplished great things but no one knows about them. Only themselves. These great accomplishments are only be known by the person themselves (i.e. others don’t care and might not consider them much of an accomplishment). Examples might be a person getting a college degree, learning to walk after an accident, climb some mountain, run a certain distance in a certain time, become self sufficient, over coming an addiction, raising, a child, grandchild, or being a care giver. I believe the greatest satisfaction is knowing what you have accomplished something with the ability you have been given and the situation you are or were in. That is a great feeling. But many times no one really cares about it expect you. No one can really appreciate it fully except you. That’s ok, revel in your accomplishment. Thank the Lord for it.

I hope I could accomplish much more in my life. There might be some opportunities that I have not seen and maybe some I have messed up in the past. I can’t change that but the only thing I can do is look for current opportunities and do with them what I can. I have to find peace in my heart and soul with what I’m doing with my life. I think the same applies to you. Soooooooooooo let’s throw away those chips away, get our butts of the couch and do something meaningful. Let’s do it now!!!

Happy folks are happy folks generally what ever their situation is. Unhappy folks are unhappy generally no mater what their situation is. That is what my buddy seems to think anyway. Our neighbor Henry Groenveld, has a maybe life treating disease (i.e. cancer). He has had always the sweetest attitude and does even with his challenge he faces. I wonder if folks who have a sour attitude when things are normal continue to have the same type of attitude when things go south. We were waiting at gate C20 at O’Hare so I started visiting with Jun Li. She was a sweet, happy, pretty gal (i.e. age 25) studying for her PhD in Penn U and traveling to see her boyfriend in Ames who is studying engineering. I asked her about this happy stuff and grouchy stuff. She seems to agree that attitude is very important. I told her that when we visited China, I observed that many Chinese don’t seem very happy. She agreed. I said I think it’s because they have no Hope (i.e. don’t believe in God). She seemed to agree to some degree but said it also has a lot to do with not having any hope to improve their life. Some happiness also has to do with social financial class. I asked her what she liked best about America—freedom (i.e. decide what she wants to do—like do stuff from her heart not just for the money—she wanted to study dance but her parents insisted she study science and math as that is where the money is—hope ). Her favorite food is probably Subway!). We talked about some personal stuff about what she thinks. It was a most invigorating conversation. I really liked her. She said her parents came to see her and they wanted to take some American souvenirs back—most of the stuff was made in China! When we said our good byes, I asked her if I could give her a hug—she said I could so I gave her a hug. There are a lot of good folks all over the world folks. I think she will do well in life. On the plane to London I sat next to gal from Poland (i.e. age 35 who spoke poor English). She didn’t seem very happy. After about 6.5 hours I asked her if she had children. She got a smile on her face and said two. I asked her if she had a picture of them—of course she did and now was my friend (i.e. everyone loves their children and grandchildren). I asked her if she was a happy person—she gave me this shaky hand movement which means so so! Such is life.

Joesixpack says—some things are worth taking the time for! I enjoyed London more than I thought—I really enjoyed it! Positivo. The Queen said—It takes a lot of money to live the life that I do but I enjoy it a lot—I have the life of Riley. I think I’m giving the Queen a run for her money. There are a lot of old buildings here all right with a lot of history. We toured the Westminster Abbey—pretty old—pretty elaborate—much history—not all about God in there either folks, much to do with money. Positivo! MyHistoricalBrother-In-Law (i.e. not hysterical) said that the king took over the religion in England for two reasons—money and he couldn’t get a divorce with Rome in charge! Everyone of our little group went to the London Tower but I wasn’t interested so I went walking by the Thames River, The London Eye, Parliament, and Big Ben etc. I sat about an hour sitting overlooking the above by Westminster Bridge. I think folks on vacation (i.e. holiday) are happier—make no bones about it, I also think Europeans are thinner ‘cause they eat less and exercise more (i.e. a-ha! no big surprise there folks, that will do it all right—Positivo). I walked a long ways but enjoyed it immensely (i.e. got tired on the way back so I laid down in Hyde Park and took a nap—many folks in the park doing lots of things). I almost got killed once—only once (i.e. not bad)—ya gotta look to your right crossing the streets as the cars drive on the opposite side—a lady almost hit me in her BMW, she gave me this wiggly hand motion which LoadMiller says means – you dumb…! She was not happy. I was as I didn’t get hit.

I read this while waiting for Arlene to get ready eating a muffin and coffee—So here’s a simple suggestion that is guaranteed to bring you happiness: fill your heart with God’s love, God’s promises, and God’s Son…and when you do so, leave no room for envy, hatred, bitterness, or regret. I can’t compare my enjoyment in London with your enjoyment you have this day ‘cause I don’t know how happy you are. I hope you are as happy as me. I only can compare my happiness with Riley! Such is life.

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

erv

KR’s thought of the day—You have the right to less than perfect!
TheProfessor’sPithySaying—A wasted mind results in a premature death.

It Is What It Is

It is what it is folks! They are only a few bugs. We got some earwigs in our sun porch. Arlene would say WE ARE INVADED. Now we have a difference of opinion. Yes we have bugs in our sun porch, like maybe 30 every morning. We spray and they are usually dead but they seem to excrete when they die. Arlene says YUCK! Ya we have a couple that come under our front door and usually a couple in our bath off our master bedroom. Ya, one woke me up the other morning crawling on my back. JeanMyFriend said—That isn’t soooooo bad, one morning on the farm Reuben and I woke up and we had a mouse in bed with us! Arlene says—I CAN’T TAKE IT. They are only bugs and do no harm. They say they come ‘cause of the damp conditions around wood mulch and stuff. It’s only temporary. Maybe a little creepy but think about our forefathers who came to America this 4th of July and what they had to endure. A few bugs really aren’t that bad folks. Just go with the flow. SHE CAN’T! Such is life.

It is what it is! What more can I say. Charles Spurgeon declared, “I would rather lay my soul asoak in half a dozen verses all day than rinse my hand in several chapters.” The scripture is what it is folks but to determine what it is a guy needs to speed time meditating on it (i.e. my opinion). I read this while eating my oatmeal with blackberries on it—We must know the nature of our weakness before we can determine how to deal with it…So we need to be honest facing our weakness (i.e. what you think is what you’ll be)…There is a proper time for everything. I must learn not to do things at the wrong time, that is, before I am ready or before the conditions are right. It is always a temptation to do something at once, instead of waiting until the proper time. Timing is important. But folks be careful, that can be an excuse. Many times the best time to do it is NOW! Look at churches, they dink around and seem to hardly ever get anything new done (i.e. the timing is right but they don’t get anything done). But the churches, businesses, folks that get after it seem to be the ones striving. So…! It’s a lot easier to say, Ya that is a good idea. We’ll do it sometime but never do it! Such is life.

When I go for my daily walk, I walk past a late-model blue Dodge parked on the street. I look into it every time. The inside is a mess! I mean there is more garbage in it than most folks have in their house. How can anyone want to get into a car with all that junk in it? Yuck! But the owner/driver is a pretty little gal who dresses real nice. I don’t know her so maybe she’s a fake but there seems to be a contradiction here folks. Something doesn’t seem to add up. But it is what it is! Such is life.

Go with the flow—Do you know folks that will disagree just to disagree (i.e. they like to argue—they just like agitation)? Sometimes it’s a lot easier to just go with the flow. If a person is block headed they’re not going to listen to you anyway, you might just as well save your breath. I heard what Joesixpack said one time—I just keep my mouth shut even though I know more than the folks talking. I know what I know but I don’t know what they are trying to say (i.e. it’s quite entertaining and it doesn’t cost anything). Have you ever noticed that the homecomingqueens never voice their opinions? They just go with the flow (i.e. everyone likes ‘em). We were at a friend’s 60th birthday party the other night. The family sorta kinda got after each other pretty bad about politics (i.e. obvious they disagree strongly). I was told later that they were not to talk any politics but they did. This probably has happened before. Ouchy ouchy! Geno told me--UncleWillDryer (i.e. a long time resident of Aplington who died maybe 40 to 50 years ago once said—A man changed against his will has the same opinion still! MyFriendJean says—Silence is one of the great arts of conversation! She also says—After twenty years of marriage, those “three magic words” become “what’s for supper”!

It is what it is folks! NorthButlerw/thegoodheart sent me this (i.e. I think it’s funny). She said I could share it with you guys--Something funny happened to me this winter. Speaking of Arlene able to sleep anywhere, anytime. Me too. Have always been blessed that way. At least I think it is a blessing. Anyway ... we met some friends for a weekend in the quad cities late winter and decided to go to a casino. I don't care to gamble and for some reason I was just dragging. I offered up my standard $20 limit then found a comfy seat watching TV screens almost on the ceiling. I konked out. Didn't hear dinging of the machines, voices, nothing. All of a sudden a casino employee comes up to me and says, "Ma'am, ma'am, do you need medical assistance?" I woke up and told her no I didn't. She said rather loudly, "There's no sleeping on the casino floor." The thing that's hard to get across is the lady's tone. It was almost like Tom Hanks in A League of There Own, "There's no crying in baseball!" Now substitute "There's no sleeping on the casino floor!" That is what it sounded like. I said that was fine, I had had my nap. Yikes. A little embarrassing, but I'll probably never see her again. And even now it brings a smile to my face. Crazy. It is what it is folks!

It is what it is but…think about this kids of all ages. Parents of any age (i.e. 21 to 99) are all interested in what is happening in the life of their kids. Sooooooooooo kids of all ages (5 to 80) tell your parents just a little of what is going on in your life. They really cherish those tidbits of information about your life (i.e. what is going on). It may not mean much to you but parents really really like to hear about you and your family. Don’t blow your parents off. Treat them like someday you want to be treated. The cell phone today costs you nothing to call—call them and tell them what you did today. They will be soooooooooooo happy. Try it please. A lady acquaintance who is 85 told me recently—I don’t ask my kids about stuff any more; it seems they tell me more when I act like I don’t care! Such is life.

It is what it is folks! Chad a.k.a.myhuntin’dog had a pair of cargo/zip off pants on last fall. I asked him where he got those—Kohls—so I looked for them but they didn’t have any. When we were in CO I got an email from Chad saying he saw them again in Kohls—so I went on line and found the closest Kohls’ store that was on Kipling, called them to make sure they had them and went down there to buy a pair. They didn’t have my size so the little, pretty sales gal said I could buy them on line using their phone in customer service and that way you don’t have to pay postage. They were "buyonepairandgetthesecondonefree" for $54. I only wanted one pair. So I called and they wouldn’t sell me one pair—the gal kept saying the second pair is free (i.e. she just didn’t get it that the second pair is not free, I only want one pair). Finally I said, cancel the order. I went back to the sales gal and explained. She got the manager and he said—order both pair and bring one back (i.e. we will give you credit for one). So I did that. Well I got my pants in the mail--actually two packages. One package had one pants in it at a cost of $54 and the other package had two pants in it at a cost of $54. Man-o-man! I had some business and rode bike in Cedar Falls so I stopped at Kohls to return them. She took them all back and credited me for both and then sold me one pant--you are lucky she said as the pant is now on sale at $24.99. I saved money. Then I went to Earl May as I wanted a ‘East Friesland Meadow Sage Salvia’ plant. I asked the gal if the plants are on sale--some but not very many yet; let's go see if the one you want is. It was--two for one. I told her I only needed one (i.e. oh man, here we go again I thought). She stood there for a while (i.e. I didn’t say anything) and finally she said--I'll sell you one for half price! Such is life.

GeorgeTheCrook says—Nothing is more important than your wholehearted commitment to your Creator. Are you enthusiastic about your life? You want to recharge you batteries? If you do, you need to count your blessings (i.e. instead of your troubles). When you become passionate about your faith, you’ll become passionate about your life, too. It is what it is folks. What more can ya say.

WildBobWithTheColorfulLanguage was in our foursome at league the other night. WildBob gets new clubs every year and I said I wanted to buy his Callaway 3 metal. You don’t hit it anyway and besides you get new clubs every year anyway. I think you even got a new set free a couple of years ago (i.e. it was through Golf Digest that he called in multiple times with the correct words and jumped through some other hoops and got his name in a drawing and ended up winning a new set of Pings). WildBob said—Yes I did and those blank-ade-blank blank-ade-blanks sent me a 1099 for $999—they weren’t free! Ya WildBob, it is what it is! The other two guys in our foursome were friends. One is a farmer/cattle feeder. WildBob said—It’s easy for a cattle feeder to get a loan; all they have to do is walk through the cattle yard and get their boots full of shit, go into the banker's office, and they’ll have that blank-ada blank loan in about 10 minutes! Such is life.

I was having dinner at the golf course after league the other night with three younger guys (i.e. two I had in high school typing class a zillion years ago and the other was probably in elementary). ANYWAY one of two guys who are both farmers (i.e. a big burly guy) that were in my typing class, said—I’m sure glad I took typing. I use it every day with the computer. The other guy who is pretty good on the computer (i.e. has his own web site and is good with spread sheets etc) said—I could type 65 words a minute back in high school but now use two fingers. How come? I guess after 30 years I sorta kinda forgot! What! I thought that was like riding a bike, you never forgot. Did any of forget like my friend says he did? It is what it is but…!

It is what it is! Remember Jim my Mon-Ray window guy? Well, I finished my project and sent him a “thanksamillion”. Here is his reply (i.e. printed with permission from Jim)--Thank YOU, Erv, for all the kind words on your blog. Learning about your very positive blog could not have possibly come at a better time, and I will share the link with the rest of my family, especially my Mom. She's been the primary caregiver (the rest of us have been helping as much as possible) for my Dad with his dementia. Just within the last two weeks, she admitted she was at the end of the rope of her own survival with lack of sleep and trying to care for a person who is definitely not the same one she's been married to for nearly 50 years! (The end was probably more like two months ago, but she never could "quit" on anything!) She will, I'm POSITIVE, love your point of view and simple lessons and reminders. Just yesterday, we finally got him checked into a hospital for full testing, evaluations and placement into a long term care home, based on a recommendation because the doctor who heads the department is supposedly the best around. Dr. Holm proved this ten times over as he spent over two hours with us, doing his initial exam and explaining every detail of my Dad's disorder. Turns out, my Dad has likely been misdiagnosed with Alzheimers when he actually shows all the signs of a related dementia known as Pick's Disease. But the best part was how he assured my Mom that she has been doing all the right things, and made her feel so good about being able to care for him as long as she has when most would have thrown the towel in long ago. He also reassured my Sister and I that we were right that her health would have definitely deteriorated if she tried to keep going the way she was. He also admitted that he pulled some strings to get my Dad in quickly because even though my Mom told him, on the phone, she could handle the situation until a bed opened up, he could hear the exhaustion and desperation in her voice. After we left, we were all raving about how thorough and caring he was, when my sister looked at one of his business cards he had handed us, and smiled at the little "motto" at the bottom. It says "Passion for Caring and Service." I'm not sure if everyone at Bethesda Hospital has that on their cards, but with this doctor running this department, it's obvious that they live by that philosophy. Sorry about writing the whole unsolicited story! I just thought you would appreciate hearing about how this positive person turned a stressful and terrifying experience completely around. We all left comfortable knowing Dad is getting the best care available and understanding much more about his disease and how it's affecting him. Everyone kept telling me they were sorry about what a "tough day" it must have been. It was actually a pretty great day, knowing the "toughest days" are behind us and knowing he's going to get the care he deserves. Jim Nelson Sales Manager Mon-Ray, Inc. jnelson@monray.com

A friend ran in a half marathon at the Sturgis Falls days in Cedar Falls. When he got to race he found out he forgot his running shoes. The only shoes he had along was his church shores (i.e. Skechers). So he ran the race in them. Ya, he got a couple of blisters but ran it in an hour and forty some minutes (i.e. not bad). He said he wanted to catch a guy dressed as a Sparta outfit carrying a shield and a sword but never could. He also said that the Cedar Falls firefighters ran the 5K in full garb (i.e. that’s impressive to me). It is what it is folks. Such is life.

Life is what it is folks—that’s just the way it is. Some parts of life we just need to accept. We just can’t change them. Such is life.

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

erv

KR’s thought of the day—Free will is a gift. Love is a choice. Hate leaves you no choice at all.
TheProfessor’sPithySaying—It is difficult to heal a wounded heart.