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Quirky Quirky! I woke up in the middle of the night with this in my head—Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Why, I have no idea. You might think it’s a bunch of malarky malarky folks. Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay ~ Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay ~ So when the cat has got your tongue ~ There’s no need for dismay ~ Just summon up this word ~ And then you’ve got a lot to say ~ But better use it carefully ~ Or it may change your life ~ One night I said it to me girl ~ And now me girl’s my wife! ~ She’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Mushy mushy! A friend took his family to a movie recently. One of his buddies asked him how the movie was. He said—Mushy for him! From a man’s point of view, many men think woman talk mushy to each other (i.e. mushy mushy). Womanizers seem to have the way with women (i.e. say the mushy words) and some of those gals fall hook, line and sinker for that mushy talk). I hear sales people talk mushy with clients (i.e. try to be manipulative—tell them what they want to hear in a mushy way). Waitresses sometimes call me honey or sweetie or sweetheart. I’m not their honey, sweetie or sweetheart—that’s mushy. It’s a turnoff for me but maybe if you are some lonely guy who never gets any attention, it works for a huge massive tip. I don’t know. What do you think? Joesixpack says—I haven’t spoken to my wife for years. I didn’t want to interrupt her! Such is life.

Hotty hotty! I know a couple who were sorta kinda average Joes until the last of their parents died and they inherited a pot full of money and now they are hotty hotty! GeorgeTheCrook says—Money changes the “littlefolks” but the “bigfolks” stay the same good folks. These acquaintances are really strutting their stuff now let me tell you. They think they are the king and queen of the hill. They think their…doesn’t stink! Usually time has a way to bring us all back to reality (i.e. all men are humbled at some point in life). I read in a book a friend gave me to read, The Majesty of Calmness by William George Jordan. (i.e. the book is over a 100 years old) this: A man is to live his life as best he can; he is not to worry about the problems of justice, whose solution must be left to Omniscience to solve. Such is life.

Kooky kooky! MissPerfect says—He’s a kook! What’s a kook anyway? MissPerfect says--he’s a screwball! You think Jesus was a kook to many or still is? Are you a kook or do your do just whatever the leader of your peer group does (i.e. a “cookie-cutter person)? I have many friends who think for themselves (i.e. that’s why I like them). Some, actually most of them, in some form are kooks (i.e. they think for themselves—very independent thinkers—believe in themselves—are self-confident—are self reliant). I’m talking about most of you guys—YOU KOOKS! To be average is just being average (i.e. it’s soooooooo easy to be average—it takes an unique person to be above average). Average folks just follow what the media tells them (i.e. pretty generic). But the kooks are different. John The Baptist was a kook I guess, wouldn’t you? So I think most or you are kooky in a good way! A friend thinks I’m a kook as I rode in a tractor parade/ride sponsored by the radio station KLMJ Hampton. I was invited to ride by friends Ralph and Viv Mohwinkle. Ralph drove a 55 Oliver Super 77 and Viv drove a 35 AC WC and I drove a 57 AC D14. We rode about 60 miles in Franklin and Butler County stopping for breaks and lunch. I think I was the only guy with sandals, hiking shorts and a golf cap on. The conversations were about farming and tractors mainly. I asked a guy who I know that is sorta kinda a old farm machinery jockey what the D14 I was driving was worth—what ever it’s worth to you; if you see something you want, you better buy it as you might never have a chance again. WellFlipThePancake—A friend told me he made offers on 2 different houses in the great SW but didn’t’ get either one. After some time he said—Not getting those houses was the best thing that ever happened. What was I thinking! Oh one more thing—Viv drove the oldest tractor in the ride. The radio guy asked her to be interviewed as the driver and Ralph as the owner—she said—That’s my tractor; What’s mine is mine and what’s Ralph’s is mine! Hey Mark heard it toooooooo! Such is life.

Lucky lucky! I got to spend a day with our son. We played golf at Deere Run (i.e. where they hold the John Deere Classic). I so much appreciate the time we spend together. I’m one lucky dude (i.e. I have the life of Riley folks and I know it). Golf is sorta kinda an excuse for us to get together as golf does not define who we are but it’s just a form of recreation. Talk about a good life—a friend told me that he has such a good life (i.e. he recognizes it). There are many folks who have a good life but don’t recognize it or appreciate it. More Lucky Lucky and he didn’t think so at first. I had the opportunity to have breakfast with two World War II vets who are also my friends this week (i.e. one is 90 and the other is 84). They both are going to Washington D.C. as guests to see the war memorials. I’m real happy for them. One said to the other—ya just didn’t know in the morning if you would see evening. The other vet said back—I didn’t even know if I would see the next hour. They shared where they were in the war. One said he was in New Guinea. I asked him—Wasn’t it hot there. Yes it was; it’s right by the equator. Wasn’t there a lot of malaria there? Yes there was; a lot of mosquitoes; I got malaria. Don’t once you get that, you get it again? Yes I got it multiple times and they took me out of infantry and put me in supply in Australia; it was a big break for me as the infantry was not the place you wanted to be. It maybe saved my life. Lucky lucky!

Goofy goofy! I had a couple of unique opportunities this week and they just fell in my lap. One was at a golf outing when I got to visit with a guy who I really seem to like. ANYWAY we talked about some real stuff. He told me that without his parents’ help he would not be in the position that he is in. Then in Dollar General I ran into a friend who is smart, has her head on right, a good parent of three, and seems to understand life. She is associated with education and soon will be at it again. ANYWAY she said that some kids have such an advantage over other kids if they have loving and caring parents. So parents, don’t be goofy parents; really take the opportunity of being parents seriously. You have a huge massive opportunity/responsibility. Don’t be goofy goofy parents! “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother.” ~ Abe Lincoln

Yucky yucky! A friend told me about a situation he was involved in with a family member who has a hard time managing their money. We talked and agree that it is hard to change money management skills without a person having a strong desire to change—they want help to change but they really don’t. It’s much like our government spending. What do you think about the idea of you working until 70 before retirement? Yucky yuchy! At some point something has to change and it will if we like it or not. Such is life folks; you can’t continue to spend more than you make. My Uncle George said to me many times—It isn’t what you make it’s what you save.

Ouchy ouchy! When Chet and I played at the Deere Run, I shot a 95. It was a tough course and was toooooooo long for me (i.e. Chet calls my drives bunts) with way tooooooooo much trouble. I hit it in the fescue a.k.a. cabbage a.k.a crap a.k.a. …! You can’t score well when I can’t get to the par 4s in regulation and then hit it in the crap (i.e. ooooops!). It just doesn’t work. Ouchy ouchy. I wasn’t very cocky when I got done with that round (i.e. my hat was big for my head). I felt like a duffer a.k.a. hacker. But I can kick the ball around our little course in A’town fairly well at times and think I’m pretty good (i.e. it’s just a teaser). And then I play Deer Run and realize that I’m really not very good (i.e. reality sprouts it’s ugly teeth). Let’s put things in proper perspective (i.e. I’m not very good). Steve Sticker won the John Deere Classic this year with a 4 round total of 26 under par from the tips. I shot 24 over par from the blues/whites. If I would shoot the same score for 4 rounds I would have a total of 96 over par and he was 26 under which is a difference of 122 strokes. Ouchy ouchy!

Icky Icky! During the First World War, the army fliers developed this philosophy: “When you are in the air you will either be flying straight or turning over. If you are flying straight, there is no cause to worry. If you are turning over, one of two things is true: You will either right the plane or fail. If you right the plane, there is no cause to worry. If you fail, one of two things is certain: you will either be injured slightly or injured seriously. If you are injured slightly, there is not cause to worry. If you are injured seriously, one of two things will happen: you will either die or recover. If you recover, there is no cause to worry: and if you die, you can’t. Hey, my FriendJean says—Put your troubles in a pocket with a hole in it! That’s what she says folks.

Quirky Quirky! I rode my bike the other day and saw a small green tool chest half on the shoulder and half in the ditch. I turned around and it said on the outside something about plumbing supply. I opened it up and it was a tool with a couple of attachments that looked like it was used to expand pipes or something. I put it on my bike and took it home. I called KimThePlumber as it was near Kelsey and he operates out of Kelsey to see if maybe it was his. I left a message and said I found this tool that looks like is a plumbing tool worth about $50 and was wondering if by chance it was his. He called back and was happy. It was his and it wasn’t a $50 tool but a $450 tool. Only in small town folks! Such is life.

Gimmicky Gimmicky! When on that tractor ride/parade, we stopped for breaks and of course ate! On one stop I was in a group of farmers or retired farmers. I didn’t know anyone. The conversation went like this—Boy there is a lot of sudden death in the beans; it doesn’t look like the beans will do very well this year. Next farmer—Ya when you are on the tractor you can see the corn fields and there is a lot of yellow spots; the corn looks good from the road but it not as good on the inside. I know the farmer lingo folks—it was my turn next standing there in my sandals, hiking shorts and golf cap—Ya and the prices aren’t any good and the input costs are soooooooo high! Next farmer—Ya you got that right, it’s going to be hard to make any money this year! I was telling my golf buddy who is on our league golf team this (i.e. he’s a retired farmer who is now a landlord). He responded—They got to say that so the landlords don’t increase the rent! Gimmicky Gimmicky!

Wacky wacky! JoeBlow says—The mind is like a clock that is constantly running down. It has to be wound up daily with good thoughts (i.e. get around good folks—stay away from showboats and glory seekers and manipulators). Dwell on things that are honorable, just, and commendable. Don’t allow your thoughts to be hijacked by the negativity that seems to dominate our troubled world. Soooooooo whom will you please today; God or man? Some folks are just bores to me. Talk about boar-ing—The winner of the big boar contest at The Iowa State Fair weighed 1,212 pounds. Now that is a lot of boring! That’s a lot of porky porky pig all right! Porky porky! I read that they feed those boars donuts and rolls to fatten them up (i.e. sounds like us). Such is life.

Spooky spooky! BankerAlTheSchemer says—Some banks have a special technique for dealing with business borrowers who can’t repay loans coming due: Give them more time, hoping things improve and they can repay later. Banks call it a wise strategy. Skeptics cal it “extendandpretend.” Spooky spooky!

Scary scary! FootWedgeCharle a.k.a. VeryCraftyCharlie says—You put an adult in a new situation and they respond pretty much like a 6-year old kid does! The new challenge is to lure a new generation to come to church. Some folks think the methods are scary scary! Many think we need to just continue doing it the same old way and if they don’t like it, they don’t have to come or go to a different church. CadillacJack says—Snap out of “themakebelieve” folks! They will do just that, stay home or go to a different church! SadyTheChurchLady says—I really don’t care about the future generation, I’m comfortable and that’s all that counts.

This person is an above average person (i.e. kooky). I really like this new acquaintance and what she says. I asked her if I could use a paragraph in our email conversation as it has some deep thinking (i.e. wisdom I think). She said I could as long as it is anonymous. ~ Only get one year from now to sharpen my skill to get myself a good faculty position. I feel time is pressing on me. In my life, it seems I have always tried to take the route less taken - an endeavor to distinguish myself from whatever community I am in. Even if I saw a shortcut, I tended to avoid it. Which of course make my life harder, but to me, more enjoyable and adventurous. To be honest, I do not know whether this is right or wrong. But for now and for the near future, I will keep on my "bad" habit... I predict this gal will do very well in life.

Skunky skunky! I read it in the paper so it must be right that Americans consider vacations, pets and the internet necessities in life. Chester and Anna, my parents, thought way different than me and I think way different than our children. Such is life.

Spunky spunky! I rode bike the other day. I ran into a 70+ year old guy who I know on the Cedar Valley Trails. We rode together for about 15 miles. We rode hard. I felt extremely energetic and didn’t have a problem. Soooooo why did I feel so spunky spunky on this day. Well, I think there are several reasons. The biggest was my attitude. I also have been riding a lot and think that helps. It was a beautiful day. I enjoyed this guy’s company. But maybe the biggest reason is that I had the opportunity to help someone in the morning and several folks visited with me that morning that made me feel oh so good. They influenced my attitude for the day and they didn’t even know it. Such is life.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

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

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KR’s thought of the day—Be too busy to worry in the day…so you’ll be too sleepy to worry at night!