Arlene just plain loved the kids! Arlene got back from the mission trip to Guatemala. Life in Guatemala is much different than the U.S. She ate tortillas and beans. Surprisingly she liked them (i.e. she usually doesn’t like anything different). The food of the many poor countries is beans and rice (i.e. it’s the staple as it is cheap). Not toooooooo many obese folks in Guatemala. We in the U.S. send mixed signals to much of the world with our affluence and waste. The story goes like this—A Guatemalan came to the U.S. and went into a super market. He walked down the isle and was just amazed by all the selections of food. And that was just the isle that had food for cats and dogs!
My Mom, Anna, always said--erv, always do what is right...I seem to send mixed signals (i.e. folks seem to misunderstand me). It has happened twice that I know this last week. It makes me not want to say anything or do anything again. I have been told that this happens many times as folks put their personal spin on it (i.e. they are programmed by their past and apply those experiences). ItchieBitche says—Many times we only see the grass above the ground and don’t see the roots below the ground. It hurts when you try to do good and folks misunderstand you. MyFriendJean says—Between the great things we cannot do and the small things we will not do, the danger is that we shall do nothing at all. Sooooooooo folks, don’t take any of this It’s Saturday tooooooo serious. Just read it with an open mind and don’t try to read tooooooo much into it. Please give me the benefit of the doubt. It might not be as you think it is ‘cause you understand it with your program—your agenda might be way different than how I’m programmed. Okay! Related to how our emotions affect us—I read on a blog this week this: Isn’t it funny how a phone call can change your day! Did you take that phone call as a negative call or a positive call? You reacted probably a certain way ‘cause of your past experiences I bet. I have had calls affect me both ways. How about you? My mentor and I had our Wednesday breakfast along with a mutual friend. They are both WWII vets. One said that he was in the Philippians when the bomb was dropped. There was a huge massive build up of troops there as an invasion of Japan was being planed. The troops were told that this invasion was going to be very bloody and many of you will die. Then the bomb was dropped and the war was over; they were all sent home. Now there were some mixed signals (i.e. one day you plan on dieing and the next you are told to go home). Such is life.
I got a mixed signals. When at a recent Iowa football game, the second half was rather boring to me (i.e. I can get bored easily at times). Some of the fans left so they felt the same way maybe. ANYWAY the gals behind us put their feet on the seats beside me. They had sandals on (i.e. fancy sandals) and had their toenails painted fancy. One had her toes painted black and the Hawkeye decal on the big nail. The other had hers painted pinkish red. Both looked real nice like they were professionally done. I looked at their feet. Their feet looked above average compared to the few women feet I have looked at. Soooooo I wondered what the ladies looked like. Before looking I tried to get an image in my mind. I got mixed signals a.k.a. a mystery. And then I looked at them and they were…!
I read this while eating my oatmeal with MI blueberries on it—The eye of the soul is the will. If your will is to do the will of God, to serve Him with your life, to serve Him by helping others, then truly shall your whole body be full of light. Yabut the world does not tell me that. I get a mixed signal here folks (i.e. money, power & fame vs. service, humility, & kindness). If you believe you have choices here in this world, then you have to decide. And remember, decisions have consequences. I read recently that one is not born a winner or looser, but each one is born a chooser (i.e. seeds always grow up and bear fruit). LuckieEddie says—I couldn’t agree more! It’s like what you think is what you’ll be folks! Saturday question—What parades through your mind (i.e. does your impute give you mixed signals)? Such is life.
Many times elderly folks, younger folks and middle aged folks give me mixed signals. You ever wonder what others are thinking (i.e. what’s going’ on in their heads). I read this on facebook by a professional who works with the ageing population—Inside every old person is a younger person wondering what the…happened! UN-BE-LIEVABLE!
Some folks send mixed signals but in the end, the real person can be seen (i.e. you can’t fool folks for very long). You believe that? Joesixpack says—Just look where they spend their money and their time. Can you really fool folks? Abraham Lincoln once said—You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time. Another smart person with a good heart (i.e. a real person—my kind of guy) said this about a special person—In my opinion – and it’s only an opinion – Kids can see right through people and know when they are dealing with an honest and loving person. WellSuckamucka! Our little almost three year old Erin was looking at a children's Bible story book and asked James who is that man--James said that man was Jesus--Erin said, Daddy, I know him, he's a nice guy!
This might give you a mixed signal. WildWilie said -- I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig. "Well, whatcha gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears. "Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying." "This is the worst day of my life," I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found out that my wife ran off with the gardener and then my dog bit me." "So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then you show up and drink the whole thing! But enough about me", "How's your day going?" Mixed signals!
One wise man says--Are you the kind of Pastor or Christian person who opens the door for folks to share what really matters? Then are you wise enough to know it is their story and not yours to share? If so, people will be knocking on your door because we all need someone to listen and care.
My roots go way down deep! My Mom, Anna, was very sweet, kind, and loving (i.e. she was the best). BUT one day she sent me a mixed signal. It was when I was maybe 8 or so. We raised chicks in the brooder house (i.e. I can still can smell the smell of the heater early in the spring keeping those little fuzz balls warm). ANYWAY this experience happened maybe early summer as the chicks were outside and I was helping Mom doing something with the chicks. I must have said something bad or did something bad as she was angry with me and really got after me (i.e. she was going to give me a whooping). I ran away and she couldn’t catch me. She played a little sly like she forgot about it but she didn’t. When I got close she grabbed me and took this piece of wood and gave a good whooping (i.e. the kind that today’s kids would put an attorney on a retainer). My roots go way down deep—I never questioned my Mom’s love for me—never!
When I was eating my oatmeal with a half of banana on it I read this—Everyday living is an exercise in decision-making (i.e. how you will think). What basis do you make you decisions on? Is it based on God’s counsel? Yabut, I get some mixed signals sometimes and I get confused. GeorgeTheCrook says—It takes a special kind of cat to figure things out. JoeBlow says—Don’t concentrate on what you can’t do but what you can do! Such is life.
I get mixed signals about our economy, oh yes! I read in the newspaper (i.e. so it must be right) that everything is really great on one page and the next it says it’s terrible. So who and what do I believe. It seems government tells you all kinds of stuff to make you fell the way they want you to feel. Politicians react to the folks much like some parents react to a kid throwing a temper tantrum. The folks are all concerned about themselves so they throw a tantrum and the politicians react ‘cause they want to get elected so they say and do whatever it takes. The folks act like they are the only fish in the pond much like a little kid (i.e. I’m hear to be served). When they don’t get what they want, they do another tantrum. It’s a viscous circle but as long as it works, they will continue to do it (i.e. feeding the beast and the beast grows more beastly). Such is life.
AverageJoe says—My wife (i.e. who I call right brain) gives me mixed signals. On Monday she loves me and the right brain on Friday says she wants a divorce (i.e. now that’s a riddle). I don’t think I have changed at all that I can tell. AverageJoe says--Maybe she has a case of “pause”! I heard a gal say in Sunday School that the “pause” really effects her (i.e. you never can tell what you will learn in Sunday School! Well flip the pancake AverageJoe, Arlene made me Shepard’s pie for dinner this week and the next day made me banana bread (i.e. 2 of my favorites). What does she want anyway? Maybe I’m just getting a wrong signal!
I watched a little Monday night football between the 49ers and the Saints. Mike Singletary is the coach of the 49ers if you don’t know. If you don’t follow the NFL you probably don’t know and really don’t care (i.e. I understand). Football isn’t everything in life as some think. ANYWAY Coach Singletary was a mean, tough middle linebacker in his playing days. But when he was standing on the sidelines, he wore a rather large cross hanging from his neck for all the world to see. Too many that sent a mixed single (i.e. what does that mean). I was debating if I was going to go to a Bible study lead by our pastor Tuesday night. I told Arlene I had 30 seconds to decide. One side said I would be the only guy there (i.e. I will be abnormal) and the other side said if Mike Singleary could wear a cross for the world to see on Monday night football (i.e. abnormal) than I surely can go. I went. I was obviously abnormal in the normal world—Mike and I! Such is life.
GeorgeTheCrook asks--Do we ever send mixed signals to our kids? CadillacJack says--Hole Ting Hole Ting Hole Ting That's what my two-year-old says. He has developed the habit of wanting it all. My wife will often offer him a spoonful of food from her plate. I will break off a piece of what I am eating and hand it to him. He shakes his head. He emphatically says, "Hole Ting." He doesn't want a piece. He doesn't want a spoonful. He wants the whole thing. I wondered, "Where did he get such behavior?" Who taught him that? Where did he pick it up? Hole Ting? Why didn't he want to share? Why wasn't he satisfied with what was given to him? Wasn't the piece sufficient? The piece was plenty, and he could get as many as he could eat. Why did he want the whole thing? Was he acting like a child or an adult? As I watched other children, I saw that it was more innate for children to want the whole thing. They wanted the whole toy without sharing. They wanted all of mama's attention. They wanted the swing or the tricycle all of the time. Hole Ting Many of the conflicts and wars are over the same thing. People don't want to share. They want it all.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—In a crisis, rise to the occasion but don’t hit the ceiling.
September 25, 2010
September 18, 2010
Advanced Physiology 494
Joesixpack says--I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
Maybe this was just serendipity, I don't know but I was riding my bike through a residual area toward the bike trail in Cedar Falls. There was a garage sale so I stopped. As I was looking around I could see and hear a mother and daughter talking with some Hispanic gals. The mother and daughter were running the garage sale. The Hispanic gals could not understand real well. They were treated so nice I thought (i.e. I said to myself, I bet that mother-daughter team are Christians—I can just tell usually). I looked around more and was at the book section. They had a large selection of books with a large number of Christian books. On top was the book Old Man River and Me by Mark Knudsen. I have a special spot in my heart for the Mississippi River as my Uncle Jim Mellema lived in Alma, WI and we went to visit him many times. Uncle Jim’s house was about 50 feet west of the towering bluff. It was the bluff, his house, about 12 feet of sidewalk, four lanes of highway, down about 30 feet to two railway tracks and then the lock and dam on the river. What a place to go as a boy. I watched many towboats and barges go through the lock. I would just dream about being a pilot of one of those barges. Uncle Jim would take me fishing by the wing dams and taught me about the river. He even was a commercial fisherman as a hobby so we would go out in the evening in his johnboat and set the lines and then return in the morning to retrieve the catfish. What fun for a boy. My parents would take my kid sister Doris and I to the ‘train in Willmar, MN and we would take it to St. Paul where we would transfer and get off in Alma about 200 yards from Uncle Jim’s house. I think we did this when I was maybe 12 or 13 and Doris was maybe 8 or 9 (i.e. parents wouldn’t do that today folks—our parents let us do a lot of stuff—gave us a lot of responsibility at a young age). Doris tells the story that in St. Paul RR Station she had to go to the bathroom and it cost a nickel. I told her to crawl under the door—she did! ANYWAY I went to pay the dollar for the book and said to the mother—you must be Christians. She said—we sure are, are you? I said yes and she said—that’s the only way to go. I said—I agree, that’s my opinion.
So I took the book home and put it next to my chair in the sun porch. Sunday night I picked it up and started reading it. I really liked it and finished it Monday night. It was a great read for me. It was about Mark Knudsen’s trip in his homemade open 18-foot johnboat made out of wood (i.e. painted yellow) using a 25 hp outboard from Minneapolis to the Delta by Pilotown, LA (i.e. 1,800 miles getting 3 miles per gallon). I enjoyed it immensely. Soooooooo Tuesday morning I looked up Mark’s # in white pages and called him as he lived in Des Moines. I asked if I could have lunch with him—sure so we met at Noah’s Ark in Des Moines at 12:30. What an experience I had. I immediately liked Mark (i.e. others do too as he said he could repeat his trip and never pay for any food or gas—his new friends would pay for it). He was very transparent and knew everything about everything. In his book he indicated that his knowledge served him well. He said—I find that I can talk myself into places, getting past barriers and breaking through red tape. And it’s not a con job. It’s just that I am honest, friendly, and sincerely curious and can talk to anybody because I’ve done just about everything they have done…In short, what I do is just what I happen to be doing when I wake up that morning. Mark is a brilliant person and very talented (i.e. he seems to be able to remember anything and everything and can do anything and everything). He says in his book—By trade, I’m a wood turner (i.e. he told me he is one of 5 who can do certain type of wood turning in the U.S.)…Woodturning is a thin shaving of who I am. I’ve been a golf course superintendent, a bus driver, an amateur radio builder and operator. I played banjo in dance bands, I built my own house, including wiring and plumbing; I built and managed a mobile home park; I feed cattle and pulled newborns out of calving cows; I’ve been a draftsman and an architectural photographer; I’ve studied ballet; I sewed dresses for my first wife; I made costumes for dance recitals I was in; I sketch; I paint and I’ve been told that I’m a pretty good cook. But I used to be a straight-edged businessman, a real mover and shaker, including serving as president and board member of the South Des Moines Chamber of Commerce. Folks this guy can do anything and everything. After his river adventure, he became a river towboat pilot at the age of 61 (i.e. that is very hard to do).
But he an adverturist! He took a motorcycle trip from Key West, Florida, to the Northwest Territories in Canada, to the Arctic Ocean at the mouth of the Mackenzie River. His next tip was a wide swing through the southwest and central sector of Australia. Mark told me he was born into an affluent family and his father wanted him to be like him—he did not. He wanted to file his head, not his bank account. He says—I fill my head with anything and everything. And that seems much more valuable to me. When his parents died he inherited much money and traveled it all away. He told me he has no money today and lives from hand to mouth. We have now talked about an hour and a half. His old fashion hot beef sandwich was half eaten and cold. He kept talking. He wanted to have wisdom and share that wisdom…he thinks he has spent about $300,000 learning that wisdom…people stereotype too many folks and really stereotype river rats; there are really some great folks on the river who really care for each other…So Mark what is the most interesting thing you learned in life—Never think you know it all and just listen to other folks…Mark who are you really?—I don’t know and I really don’t care anymore; I’m just me…I said to him—Mark you are abnormal and unique (i.e. not just a common ordinary person)…Mark, what’s your biggest challenge in life—Growing old gracefully. He said several times to me—Individual people are fine; it’s when you join them into a society is when you have problems with them…What I learn I want to pass it on to others….Communication is not what you say but how you say it…I like adventure both physical and mental; I like to discover new things and learn…Money means nothing to me—experience is what it’s all about and then share the experiences. It’s now been over 2 hours and he is taking his last bit of his old fashion hot beef sandwich which of course has been cold for about a hour and a half. He says, lets go to my house and talks some more.
When we get to his house he tells me—I’m a pack rat and I’m sloppy! I have more half done projects than anyone. Mark is very creative—I said, Mark I think you can do anything and you know everything (i.e. he admits that he can’t spell); What’s your IQ anyway—I have no idea and I really don’t care but creativity is something that can’t be taught. We walked over to the old yellow johnboat parked in the weeds much like it was when he pulled in out of the Mississippi just rotting away. We talked about it—it was very well built (i.e. even the Coast Guard said that he said)…He wanted to use a johnboat so he could feel things; he thinks that feeling things is very important in life. We go into the house and he introduces me to his third wife Waneta (i.e. her third marriage too). Waneta was as transparent as Mark with a big good heart—very easy to see. Mark said to me that Waneta was the first person who taught him to love as he was around much dysfunction life styles (i.e. they were married 7 years ago). Waneta said to Mark—That was a very nice compliment Mark. I asked Mark if he was a Christian—no, I’m a spiritualist. What’s a spiritualist? A Christian is scared about going to hell and a spiritualist has gone to hell and has returned. He said he studied religion in college, studied with priests, ministers, rabbis and has a Koran in the house—I know about religion; I use to go to church but got soooo frustrated that I'll never go back (i.e. maybe been around too many grumpy Christians--I really wonder if they are Christians if they are constantly grumpy--what do you think?).. Waneta went and got a poem she wrote for their wedding that was about God and Jesus (i.e. very Christian) and when I left she said some powerful Christian stuff). So when I was leaving at 5:15 I asked Mark for some wisdom—He said—Share, always share what you know; don’t have hooks in your love; be a living sermon; remember anything that is normal is not normal. I told Mark that he was a good man, a very talented man—I don’t think he even knows it folks. My Daddy, Chester, always told me, erv, be around folks who are great and don’t know it instead of being around folks who think they are great but really aren’t. Such is life.
Mark is very unique—he’s the only man that I know that has a slide rule in his shirt pocket! He is very opinionated and open with his opinion (i.e. the publisher said he had to remove some stuff as it was not politically correct). He wants to fix the world and probably has the knowledge to do it. But he can’t ‘cause it just ain’t going to happen. I told him that—we just have to do what we can as being good folks (i.e. where is the Roman Empire—where is Babylon). This idealism makes it very frustrating for Mark, others and myself. Yes it does. It can be very depressing when you really want to fix something and can’t. Mark told me that women seem to like his book better than men—why I asked—men like to hear about drunken scenes with wild parties are happening and there is a lot of sex in it. Women don’t care for that as much—you think so Mark? WellSuckamucka!
I mentioned this story to a few folks and the few folks I told said—now that is what a day of a retired guy should be. I was one lucky guy folks to have this opportunity. It just fell in my lap! Such is life.
Oh those stories! When we took the Southern route through NE on our way to CO last spring, I picked up a paper in McCook, NE. They were having a story telling festival. One of the tellers was Tim Tingle form OK or TX. I Goggled him and got his email and we communicated a little as to what this is all about. He asked where I lived and told me about a story telling festival in Story City, IA which is this week end. I went last night and heard professional tellers Tim Tingle, Pippa White from Lincoln, NE, Charlotte Blake Alston from Philadelphia, and Antonio Sacre from Los Angeles tell a story of about 20 minutes each. I really enjoyed this opportunity and also of visiting with them. They are very good. Another opportunity that just feel in my lap. Maybe this was just more screndipity, I don't know. Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR's thought of the day--Self-forgiving service is what opens the hearts of people.
Maybe this was just serendipity, I don't know but I was riding my bike through a residual area toward the bike trail in Cedar Falls. There was a garage sale so I stopped. As I was looking around I could see and hear a mother and daughter talking with some Hispanic gals. The mother and daughter were running the garage sale. The Hispanic gals could not understand real well. They were treated so nice I thought (i.e. I said to myself, I bet that mother-daughter team are Christians—I can just tell usually). I looked around more and was at the book section. They had a large selection of books with a large number of Christian books. On top was the book Old Man River and Me by Mark Knudsen. I have a special spot in my heart for the Mississippi River as my Uncle Jim Mellema lived in Alma, WI and we went to visit him many times. Uncle Jim’s house was about 50 feet west of the towering bluff. It was the bluff, his house, about 12 feet of sidewalk, four lanes of highway, down about 30 feet to two railway tracks and then the lock and dam on the river. What a place to go as a boy. I watched many towboats and barges go through the lock. I would just dream about being a pilot of one of those barges. Uncle Jim would take me fishing by the wing dams and taught me about the river. He even was a commercial fisherman as a hobby so we would go out in the evening in his johnboat and set the lines and then return in the morning to retrieve the catfish. What fun for a boy. My parents would take my kid sister Doris and I to the ‘train in Willmar, MN and we would take it to St. Paul where we would transfer and get off in Alma about 200 yards from Uncle Jim’s house. I think we did this when I was maybe 12 or 13 and Doris was maybe 8 or 9 (i.e. parents wouldn’t do that today folks—our parents let us do a lot of stuff—gave us a lot of responsibility at a young age). Doris tells the story that in St. Paul RR Station she had to go to the bathroom and it cost a nickel. I told her to crawl under the door—she did! ANYWAY I went to pay the dollar for the book and said to the mother—you must be Christians. She said—we sure are, are you? I said yes and she said—that’s the only way to go. I said—I agree, that’s my opinion.
But he an adverturist! He took a motorcycle trip from Key West, Florida, to the Northwest Territories in Canada, to the Arctic Ocean at the mouth of the Mackenzie River. His next tip was a wide swing through the southwest and central sector of Australia. Mark told me he was born into an affluent family and his father wanted him to be like him—he did not. He wanted to file his head, not his bank account. He says—I fill my head with anything and everything. And that seems much more valuable to me. When his parents died he inherited much money and traveled it all away. He told me he has no money today and lives from hand to mouth. We have now talked about an hour and a half. His old fashion hot beef sandwich was half eaten and cold. He kept talking. He wanted to have wisdom and share that wisdom…he thinks he has spent about $300,000 learning that wisdom…people stereotype too many folks and really stereotype river rats; there are really some great folks on the river who really care for each other…So Mark what is the most interesting thing you learned in life—Never think you know it all and just listen to other folks…Mark who are you really?—I don’t know and I really don’t care anymore; I’m just me…I said to him—Mark you are abnormal and unique (i.e. not just a common ordinary person)…Mark, what’s your biggest challenge in life—Growing old gracefully. He said several times to me—Individual people are fine; it’s when you join them into a society is when you have problems with them…What I learn I want to pass it on to others….Communication is not what you say but how you say it…I like adventure both physical and mental; I like to discover new things and learn…Money means nothing to me—experience is what it’s all about and then share the experiences. It’s now been over 2 hours and he is taking his last bit of his old fashion hot beef sandwich which of course has been cold for about a hour and a half. He says, lets go to my house and talks some more.
When we get to his house he tells me—I’m a pack rat and I’m sloppy! I have more half done projects than anyone. Mark is very creative—I said, Mark I think you can do anything and you know everything (i.e. he admits that he can’t spell); What’s your IQ anyway—I have no idea and I really don’t care but creativity is something that can’t be taught. We walked over to the old yellow johnboat parked in the weeds much like it was when he pulled in out of the Mississippi just rotting away. We talked about it—it was very well built (i.e. even the Coast Guard said that he said)…He wanted to use a johnboat so he could feel things; he thinks that feeling things is very important in life. We go into the house and he introduces me to his third wife Waneta (i.e. her third marriage too). Waneta was as transparent as Mark with a big good heart—very easy to see. Mark said to me that Waneta was the first person who taught him to love as he was around much dysfunction life styles (i.e. they were married 7 years ago). Waneta said to Mark—That was a very nice compliment Mark. I asked Mark if he was a Christian—no, I’m a spiritualist. What’s a spiritualist? A Christian is scared about going to hell and a spiritualist has gone to hell and has returned. He said he studied religion in college, studied with priests, ministers, rabbis and has a Koran in the house—I know about religion; I use to go to church but got soooo frustrated that I'll never go back (i.e. maybe been around too many grumpy Christians--I really wonder if they are Christians if they are constantly grumpy--what do you think?).. Waneta went and got a poem she wrote for their wedding that was about God and Jesus (i.e. very Christian) and when I left she said some powerful Christian stuff). So when I was leaving at 5:15 I asked Mark for some wisdom—He said—Share, always share what you know; don’t have hooks in your love; be a living sermon; remember anything that is normal is not normal. I told Mark that he was a good man, a very talented man—I don’t think he even knows it folks. My Daddy, Chester, always told me, erv, be around folks who are great and don’t know it instead of being around folks who think they are great but really aren’t. Such is life.
Mark is very unique—he’s the only man that I know that has a slide rule in his shirt pocket! He is very opinionated and open with his opinion (i.e. the publisher said he had to remove some stuff as it was not politically correct). He wants to fix the world and probably has the knowledge to do it. But he can’t ‘cause it just ain’t going to happen. I told him that—we just have to do what we can as being good folks (i.e. where is the Roman Empire—where is Babylon). This idealism makes it very frustrating for Mark, others and myself. Yes it does. It can be very depressing when you really want to fix something and can’t. Mark told me that women seem to like his book better than men—why I asked—men like to hear about drunken scenes with wild parties are happening and there is a lot of sex in it. Women don’t care for that as much—you think so Mark? WellSuckamucka!
I mentioned this story to a few folks and the few folks I told said—now that is what a day of a retired guy should be. I was one lucky guy folks to have this opportunity. It just fell in my lap! Such is life.
Oh those stories! When we took the Southern route through NE on our way to CO last spring, I picked up a paper in McCook, NE. They were having a story telling festival. One of the tellers was Tim Tingle form OK or TX. I Goggled him and got his email and we communicated a little as to what this is all about. He asked where I lived and told me about a story telling festival in Story City, IA which is this week end. I went last night and heard professional tellers Tim Tingle, Pippa White from Lincoln, NE, Charlotte Blake Alston from Philadelphia, and Antonio Sacre from Los Angeles tell a story of about 20 minutes each. I really enjoyed this opportunity and also of visiting with them. They are very good. Another opportunity that just feel in my lap. Maybe this was just more screndipity, I don't know. Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR's thought of the day--Self-forgiving service is what opens the hearts of people.
September 11, 2010
Heads up or keep your head low!
Our friend was telling us over dinner the other night that he is a little side ways with management. His supervisor told him he might want to keep his head low for a while even thought he might be right (i.e. not be seen or heard—be invisible—vanish from existence—not be seen by the water cooler). There will be another day to be heads up! Such is life.
Heads up or duck your head. On a Kulula flight into Cape Town on a particularly windy and bumpy day, during the final approach the captain really had to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the flight attendant said, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mother City. Please remain in your seats with our seat belts fastened while the captain taxis what’s left of our airplane to the gate!’
Joesixpack says—Should a guy be heads up or duck your head when dealing with customers or friends or family? Should you always be politically correct? Should you go with the philosophy that the customer is always right? Should you ever disagree or even voice you opinion? Should you let folks know what you believe or just be a mugrumper and go along with what each customer believes (i.e. be mushy mushy like a wet wash rag). ItchieBithie says—I just give them the run around so they don’t know what I stand for or they don’t have a clue what I stand for! ANYWAY I don’t know Joesixpack but I know business folks who are pretty transparent and others who will do and say or not say anything ‘cause it’s hard on business or good for business. It’s all about the money folks. JoeBlow says--He’s the biggest snake in the nest of serpents. WellSuckamucka!
Heads up or duck your head. Another flight attendant’s comment on a less than perfect landing: “We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal.”
Heads up or duck you head. Average Joe says—What his problem is that he’s a little in love with himself! Ouchy ouchy! I don’t think so, I think he’s just a smart-alec. I read this while eating my oatmeal with blueberries on it—We are to be compassionate, humble, gentle, and kind (i.e. especially if we are Christians). I was just reminded recently of how folks get hurt sometimes when they help others (e.g. help family and then be accused of taking their money—second marriages and having the first spouse’s kids thinking they took the kids money—siblings thinking mom and dad favored one over the other and they helped them more than them—did a big favor for someone only to have them seemingly slap them in the face). Yes it does happen folks (i.e. many times—usually money is involved). We do good stuff and get hurt (i.e. our egos and self-centeredness show up—they don’t appreciate me). Well shake it off, rub some dirt on it and forget about it. As a past support staff use to say to me—erv, … happens! Mr.JellyBean says—When you have the ability to forget it and go forward and help someone else, it’s Eureka! We must remember that many times it’s a case of mental illness or disrespect or something else. SusieQ says—That could be but I didn’t get my share of the money and I want it! Youbettcha! MyFreindJean says—The past cannot be changed. The future is still in your power. Such is life.
Thank you for flying Kulula. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride!
MissPerfect says--God has given us two things—His spirit and the power of choice—to accept or not, as we will (i.e. I know that not all of you agree with that but I do). We have the gift of free will. When we choose the path of selfishness and greed and pride, we are refusing to accept God’s spirit. When we choose the path of love and service, we accept God’s spirit and it flows into us and makes all things new. I think (i.e. my opinion) that we all can be as miserable and as joyful as we choose. MissPerfect says—I think my brother-in-law is on an express train to nowhere? I think he needs to take some advice (i.e. good advice). He needs to get his head out of his butt and be heads up! Hey MissPerfect, there are always dysfunctional folks, dysfunctional churches, dysfunctional businesses and dysfunctional relationships. It’s our choices just as it is with your brother-in-law! Such is life.
Heads up or duck your head. An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a “Thanks for flying our airline.” He said that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, “Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?” “Why, no Ma’am,” said the pilot. “What is it?” The little old lady said, “Did we land, or were we shot down?”
He’s going to blow a gasket. Woopsie daisy! If a person is in leadership ya gotta remember that leadership is not a position—it’s a way of being. It’s about being determined to make big things happen regardless of your position. Ya gotta be heads up and you can’t duck your head. I read this in the paper so it must be right--Gals 22-30 with no husbands and no kids earn a median $27,000 a year, 8% more than compared to men in the top 366 metropolitan areas…just those who don’t marry and with no kids…education is the key…nearly ¾ of girls who graduate from high school head to college vs. 2/3 of boys…women are now 1.5 times more likely to graduate from college or earn advanced degrees…among black and Hispanics, women are more than twice as likely as men to earn degrees….this delays marriage and kids and number of kids….it has big implications for our society and for the economy…companies are targeting these gals with cash to spend (i.e. it’s all about the money folks). Suckamuckda!
Heads up Arlene and duck your head at times! Arlene left with 9 others from our church for a week’s mission trip to Guatemala. Heads up to opportunities and duck your head to dangerous situations. Oh those opportunities.
Here is a heads up! I was taught that to prevent contagious diseases, the #1 preventiion is to wash you hands. Wash them with hot water, soap and friction for 30 seconds. Then use a paper towel to turn the water off, dry your hands, and then use the paper towel to open the door and then throw the paper towel away in the receptacle by the door. Great advice I think. Sooooooooooo we were having dinner at the Pub and Grub in New Sharon the other night. Right before my Big Burger and onion rings came I thought I should wash my hands. There were two sinks next to two urinals. I was washing my hands and this guy comes in and starts washing his hands in the adjoining sink. He said—I sorta kinda got this backwards in washing my hands first but I just had hot wings with hot sauce!!!!! Suckamucka!
Heads up or duck your head. After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg, the attendant came on with, “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.”
Heads up or duck your head folks. I saw a plumber guy working on a water line break. He was Joey and his helper was Morris. It was most interesting as they were working in the trench, the locals would come by, stop, talk and give them a hard time. They all seemed to really like these guys. I wonder if they under promise and over produce. I got to talking with Morris who was 65 and helped Joey just because he wanted something to do to get out of the house he said (i.e. no pay but Joey treats him right he said). Morris had a heart attach in 06 and smoked maybe 8 cigarettes while I talked to him. He just loves living at Lake Ponderosa. He has a singlewide trailer and is completely happy he said. Huh, interesting. ANYWAY GerogeTheCrook says--Ya don’t have to duck your head if you under promise and then over produce (e.g. if you say your are going to get back to someone and you don’t, it doesn’t take long for folks to tune you out of their life—now that’s a heads up folks). That is sorta kinda a punch in the mouth. It’s sorta kinda like being the circus and you are in town but there are no folks who come and watch. That’s it! Such is life.
Heads up! Your previous actions are under review…after further review, your actions have been deemed admirable. You will reap the consequences. FlipThePancake. Duck your head! Your previous actions are under review…after further review, you botched the situation and you will suffer the consequences. LuckieEddie says—We are always part of the equation. ItchieBitchie says—Come on now, don’t be so hard on me; I want the whole enchilada and I don’t want to be responsible for anything (i.e. here lies an epic battle in our heads). It’s all about the deal—what deal—keep you head up folks—you’ll see it! Oh yes! Such is life.
And from the pilot during his welcome message: “Kulula Airlines is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight.
Heads up or duck your head (i.e. it all depends what you think about change folks. View this link http://www.ted.com/talks/sugata_mitra_the_child_driven_education.html Where there is an interest, there will be education. Soooooooooo how do we generate interest in the Good News? Any ideas?
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans.
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Service is not spelled “serve us”.
Heads up or duck your head. On a Kulula flight into Cape Town on a particularly windy and bumpy day, during the final approach the captain really had to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the flight attendant said, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mother City. Please remain in your seats with our seat belts fastened while the captain taxis what’s left of our airplane to the gate!’
Joesixpack says—Should a guy be heads up or duck your head when dealing with customers or friends or family? Should you always be politically correct? Should you go with the philosophy that the customer is always right? Should you ever disagree or even voice you opinion? Should you let folks know what you believe or just be a mugrumper and go along with what each customer believes (i.e. be mushy mushy like a wet wash rag). ItchieBithie says—I just give them the run around so they don’t know what I stand for or they don’t have a clue what I stand for! ANYWAY I don’t know Joesixpack but I know business folks who are pretty transparent and others who will do and say or not say anything ‘cause it’s hard on business or good for business. It’s all about the money folks. JoeBlow says--He’s the biggest snake in the nest of serpents. WellSuckamucka!
Heads up or duck your head. Another flight attendant’s comment on a less than perfect landing: “We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal.”
Heads up or duck you head. Average Joe says—What his problem is that he’s a little in love with himself! Ouchy ouchy! I don’t think so, I think he’s just a smart-alec. I read this while eating my oatmeal with blueberries on it—We are to be compassionate, humble, gentle, and kind (i.e. especially if we are Christians). I was just reminded recently of how folks get hurt sometimes when they help others (e.g. help family and then be accused of taking their money—second marriages and having the first spouse’s kids thinking they took the kids money—siblings thinking mom and dad favored one over the other and they helped them more than them—did a big favor for someone only to have them seemingly slap them in the face). Yes it does happen folks (i.e. many times—usually money is involved). We do good stuff and get hurt (i.e. our egos and self-centeredness show up—they don’t appreciate me). Well shake it off, rub some dirt on it and forget about it. As a past support staff use to say to me—erv, … happens! Mr.JellyBean says—When you have the ability to forget it and go forward and help someone else, it’s Eureka! We must remember that many times it’s a case of mental illness or disrespect or something else. SusieQ says—That could be but I didn’t get my share of the money and I want it! Youbettcha! MyFreindJean says—The past cannot be changed. The future is still in your power. Such is life.
Thank you for flying Kulula. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride!
MissPerfect says--God has given us two things—His spirit and the power of choice—to accept or not, as we will (i.e. I know that not all of you agree with that but I do). We have the gift of free will. When we choose the path of selfishness and greed and pride, we are refusing to accept God’s spirit. When we choose the path of love and service, we accept God’s spirit and it flows into us and makes all things new. I think (i.e. my opinion) that we all can be as miserable and as joyful as we choose. MissPerfect says—I think my brother-in-law is on an express train to nowhere? I think he needs to take some advice (i.e. good advice). He needs to get his head out of his butt and be heads up! Hey MissPerfect, there are always dysfunctional folks, dysfunctional churches, dysfunctional businesses and dysfunctional relationships. It’s our choices just as it is with your brother-in-law! Such is life.
Heads up or duck your head. An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a “Thanks for flying our airline.” He said that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, “Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?” “Why, no Ma’am,” said the pilot. “What is it?” The little old lady said, “Did we land, or were we shot down?”
He’s going to blow a gasket. Woopsie daisy! If a person is in leadership ya gotta remember that leadership is not a position—it’s a way of being. It’s about being determined to make big things happen regardless of your position. Ya gotta be heads up and you can’t duck your head. I read this in the paper so it must be right--Gals 22-30 with no husbands and no kids earn a median $27,000 a year, 8% more than compared to men in the top 366 metropolitan areas…just those who don’t marry and with no kids…education is the key…nearly ¾ of girls who graduate from high school head to college vs. 2/3 of boys…women are now 1.5 times more likely to graduate from college or earn advanced degrees…among black and Hispanics, women are more than twice as likely as men to earn degrees….this delays marriage and kids and number of kids….it has big implications for our society and for the economy…companies are targeting these gals with cash to spend (i.e. it’s all about the money folks). Suckamuckda!
Heads up Arlene and duck your head at times! Arlene left with 9 others from our church for a week’s mission trip to Guatemala. Heads up to opportunities and duck your head to dangerous situations. Oh those opportunities.
Here is a heads up! I was taught that to prevent contagious diseases, the #1 preventiion is to wash you hands. Wash them with hot water, soap and friction for 30 seconds. Then use a paper towel to turn the water off, dry your hands, and then use the paper towel to open the door and then throw the paper towel away in the receptacle by the door. Great advice I think. Sooooooooooo we were having dinner at the Pub and Grub in New Sharon the other night. Right before my Big Burger and onion rings came I thought I should wash my hands. There were two sinks next to two urinals. I was washing my hands and this guy comes in and starts washing his hands in the adjoining sink. He said—I sorta kinda got this backwards in washing my hands first but I just had hot wings with hot sauce!!!!! Suckamucka!
Heads up or duck your head. After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg, the attendant came on with, “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.”
Heads up or duck your head folks. I saw a plumber guy working on a water line break. He was Joey and his helper was Morris. It was most interesting as they were working in the trench, the locals would come by, stop, talk and give them a hard time. They all seemed to really like these guys. I wonder if they under promise and over produce. I got to talking with Morris who was 65 and helped Joey just because he wanted something to do to get out of the house he said (i.e. no pay but Joey treats him right he said). Morris had a heart attach in 06 and smoked maybe 8 cigarettes while I talked to him. He just loves living at Lake Ponderosa. He has a singlewide trailer and is completely happy he said. Huh, interesting. ANYWAY GerogeTheCrook says--Ya don’t have to duck your head if you under promise and then over produce (e.g. if you say your are going to get back to someone and you don’t, it doesn’t take long for folks to tune you out of their life—now that’s a heads up folks). That is sorta kinda a punch in the mouth. It’s sorta kinda like being the circus and you are in town but there are no folks who come and watch. That’s it! Such is life.
Heads up! Your previous actions are under review…after further review, your actions have been deemed admirable. You will reap the consequences. FlipThePancake. Duck your head! Your previous actions are under review…after further review, you botched the situation and you will suffer the consequences. LuckieEddie says—We are always part of the equation. ItchieBitchie says—Come on now, don’t be so hard on me; I want the whole enchilada and I don’t want to be responsible for anything (i.e. here lies an epic battle in our heads). It’s all about the deal—what deal—keep you head up folks—you’ll see it! Oh yes! Such is life.
And from the pilot during his welcome message: “Kulula Airlines is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight.
Heads up or duck your head (i.e. it all depends what you think about change folks. View this link http://www.ted.com/talks/sugata_mitra_the_child_driven_education.html Where there is an interest, there will be education. Soooooooooo how do we generate interest in the Good News? Any ideas?
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans.
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Service is not spelled “serve us”.
September 3, 2010
Snapoutofit!
Snapoutofit! Joesixpack says--Harry Truman was correct when he observed, "My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or be a politician. And to tell the truth, there's hardly any Difference! WellSuckamucka! It’s not Howdy Dooty Time folks.
Snapoutofit! MissPerfect says--We’re just going through a phase. The argument is over money or power, or thinking the unworkable will work if you just try a little harder. Now maybe all of this is true. But if it is not, you’re setting yourself up for the double-cross (i.e. a huge massive train wreck). When that subterfuge succeeds, the master illusion moves in for the kill, convincing you that life can be manipulated. Life can’t. But we can (i.e. life is manageable folks). SusieQ says--Hey listen, no day is soooooooo bad that it can’t be fixed with a nap; no day is sooooooooo good that it can’t be made better with a terrific time out (i.e. a little Sabbath).
Snapoutofit! WildWilly says—If we seek divine revelation, we’ll find it, even if it occurs while at work, folding laundry, or scooping the drive. Saturday question—How do you view yourself? LuckieEddie says—We do not see things in this life as they really are—only as we believe they are. It is as written in the Bible, we see through a glass darkly—but no glass is so dark, I think, as the looking glass in which we view ourselves. ItchieBitchie responds—The truth of ourselves is too often blurred by the capricious image of our self-perception. I believe it is among man’s greatest quests of life, not just to see life as it really is, but to see his part in it. Such is life.
Snapoutofit boy or she’ll eat your lunch—It ain’t Howdy Doody time guy. So suck it up and pay attention. No one said it was going to be easy. Saturday question—Do you ever get lonely? Joesixpack says—I find it peculiar that I am less lonely in the isolation of the desert than in the bustle of a city. Loneliness is often heightened by company. So why is that Joesixpack? Joesixpack says—It’s sorta kinda like this: I have discovered much gold here and it’s as thick as sin; I do not count it yet as either a blessing or a curse. Time will tell. Gold is an able servant but a cruel master. Ouchy ouchy!
Snapoutofit folks, be patient. I read this while eating my oatmeal with MI blueberries on it—God instructs us to be patient in all things. We must be patient with our families, our friends, and our associates. We must also be patient with our Creator as He unfolds His plan for our lives. And that’s as it should be. After all, think how patient God has been with us. WellSuckamucka!
Snapoutofit it folks, it’s 2010. Many companies give their employees a certain amount of days off. They can do with them what ever they want (e.g. be sick, go on vacation, sleep in, or go to funerals). Most folks protect those days off as they are sooooooooo precious unless you have a zillion like some do. And there are some of you who have employers who don’t care if you take time off but you have to get your work done some how some way. I played golf with a guy this last week that works for a bank in their commercial loan area. He used to be a manager of a store of a retail chain company. He really likes it a lot better. A lot less hours, no holidays and not near as much pressure. Retail management can be tough (i.e. very demanding—lots of hours). ANYWAY all of this is why funerals aren’t attended as much as they use to. Folks go more to the visitations after business hours. I was to a funeral recently where I noticed that the employees of a government entity were not in a hurry to leave (i.e. let’s have another cup of coffee and visit) as they probably get paid the same if they get back early or late. Well flipthepancake folks, folks who are in sales or service seem to leave earlier or step out and make some calls—particular owners (i.e. if they don’t sell or serve they don’t make any money). I also noticed this when we were at continuing education classes or vendor outings (i.e. let’s play a couple of more holes or have another beer—I don’t want to get back to the office before it closes ~ owners are on the phone and are the first to leave to get back to the office before it closes). Have you noticed that retired folks have all kinds of time to talk as they are just clipping the coupons (i.e. no work so time means nutten to them—in fact some are bored so they want to talk to kill time)? Snapoutofit folks, it’s reality. It’s all about money and how it affects each one of us. WellSuckamucka!
Snapoutofit folks. Quit just thinking about yourself and being so self-centered. Casey Dix, a young man and a friend of our church is in the National Guard and is heading out for a year of deployment. Here is what is happening to him--Casey is with the Iowa National Guard's 1st Battalion, 133rd Infantry Regiment, (1-133rd IN BN). They will be mobilized with the National Guard's 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 34th Infantry Division. Since Aug. 3rd, they have been training in Camp Shelby, Mississippi. They get a 4 day pass, (Casey is going to New Orleans with some of his buds), then they will be training at Fort Irwin, CA. When they actually arrive in Afghanistan will be not disclosed until they get there, due to security reasons. Maybe you have a few minutes to send him an email. If it was your son or friend or yourself, think what that might mean (i.e. maybe make it a weekly occurrence). I will get his address later when in Afghanistan so you might want to send him a package or so. Do what your heart tells you. casey.dix@us.army.mil
Snapoutofit! I had the opportunity to enjoy the company of one smart guy recently. We laughed and talked and discussed many serious situations. The bottom line is that decisions are made after gathering the best possible information excluding our emotions and then going forward. It still might not be the right decision but it’s the best decision today considering the information we have in front of us. This guy has a good head and has good decision making ability. So my friend, snapoutofit questioning your ability, you will do just fine. Yes you will. You’re smarter than the average old bear! Youbettcha!
ItchieBitchie says—Snapoutofit! Quite pretending, it’s reality. A friend asked me recently—I’m transparent but I wonder if I always should be. Are you a transparent person or don’t you let others see your inside? I had anther friend tell me that she doesn’t let anyone know her inside. My opinion is that you have to be transparent if you want to have good relationships. SusieQ says—YaBut erv, I have done that and got hurt real bad. I never what to do that again. So maybe pick you places, pick you time, pick your folks etc. I don’t know, what do you think? GerogeTheCrook says—The first step in changing something about yourself is recognizing you have a opportunity and be transparent about it (i.e. pretending just doesn’t cut it). Suckamucka that’s hard at times! If you are a real person, most folks will accept you and do almost anything to help you. If you pretend (i.e. be a faker) I for one don’t have much time for you. Such is life.
Joesixpack says—Well, I cannot explain how it is, but I know that man is not honest! A friend who is an alcoholic gave the book Twenty-Four Hours A Day (i.e. it comes from AA) to use as part of my devotions, which I do. This is what I read while eating my oatmeal with a half of banana on it—A.A. Thought for the Day—Call on new prospects while they are still jittery. They may be more receptive when depressed. See them alone if possible….Meditation for the Day—Try not to give way to criticism, blame, scorn, or judgment of others when you are trying to help them. Effectiveness in helping others depends on controlling yourself…You should have a firm foundation of spiritual living which makes you truly humble, if you are going to really help other people. Go easy on them and be hard on yourself. Snapoutofit, once an alcoholic always an alcoholic! A recovering alcoholic can’t take one drink! If she/he does, it’s a huge massive train wreck. Not just for the person but his/her family, friends, employers, and others who invested a lot in that person. Suckamucka that’s just the way it is. It’s reality folks.
RogerDodger says—It’s not what you eat that kills you, it’s what eating you that kills you. Snapoutofit folks! Maybe you or someone you know has been really low (i.e. feeling really beat up—depressed—feeling hopeless). It’s when we are the lowest that we are most receptive in listening (i.e. my opinion). Like when the doctor tells you that you need to lose weight or die or you need to exercise daily or you will die or you need to change your diet or die or you need to take your medication or die or you need to be constant conscious of your situation or bad things will happen to you. That list can go on forever. Then after you feel better or think you got it whipped, you go back to your old habits. No more support group, no more exercise, no more God (e.g. 9-11), no more exercise, just back to the sameoldsameold (i.e. gain the weight back again). WellSnapoutofit folks, we need to stick to the fight. If you can’t do it, get around some folks who push you and make you do it. A zillion years ago when I coached basketball, I told the guys--if I don’t get after you to improve, then you need to worry as that means I don’t care about you anymore. But it’s your decision and decisions have consequences. Such is life. If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. ~Vince Lombardi~
Have you ever been in a tough spot a.k.a. a tough situation? I mean really tough! It’s great if you can vocalize about it with someone you can trust. They might bang some ideas off you and quiz you with a very neutral position (i.e. maybe even tell you some things you don’t want to hear). They probably won’t have any answers but just give you an opportunity to vent and they might give you ideas to think about that you haven’t (i.e. ‘cause you are so narrow minded) thought about. A friend and I kicked some ideas around recently. It was really a good time and good stuff. We talked about being calm when faced with though situations. Yes, being calm. I have said this before—Talk softer and slowly when in a tough situation. Try it, it works. If you get all excited, then the other person gets all excited and pretty soon it out of control. Here is another tip, say to them—Let me see if I have this right, and then repeat what they said. Then say, is that what you are saying. It works. Try it on a spouse, friend or a guy on the street for practice. Be CALM! Snapoutofit, you might be wrong! Lucky Eddie says—The man who is calm has his course in life clearly marked on his chart. His hand is ever on the helm. So if someone disagrees with you, stay calm. First of all he might be right and secondly if you are right, you don’t have anything to get excited about. Be open minded and be CALM! CadillacJack says—Men and women have duties to others,--and duties to themselves.
I was walking back from the library the other day and met 3 pretty gals in front of city hall. I asked one how her new job was going (i.e. supervisor)—good—have you learn the employees a little and which buttons to push on each one—ya, I have, one thinks she’s always right! WellSnapoutofitlady! You are not always right. I had breakfast with my mentor this week like usual and he said—No matter how smart your dog is you can’t make him talk—that’s like us, no matter how smart we are (i.e. or think we are) we can’t understand everything (i.e. His understanding I cannot fathom). Suckamucka that’s hard for arrogant folks to understand. WellFlipThePancake—My mentor and I agree that it seems when we become too arrogant, God seems to have a way to humble us. Do you ever get humbled? Do really arrogant folks (i.e. I mean really argent folks) every catch on? I was negotiating lot lines of a real estate deal the other day and a pretty little gal almost started to cry—now that’s a good method of negotiating that seems to work. Oh yes! Maybe Roger Clemens might use that! You think so. He might folks even if it’s fake.
ItchieBitchie says--I hope we snapoutofit soon! Our economy is soooooooo bad that I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail ~ I ordered a burger at McDonald’s and the kid behind the counter asked, “Can you afford fries with that?” ~ I saw a Mormon polygamist with only one wife ~ Motel Six won’t leave the light on anymore. Suckamucka it’s getting’ bad folks!
Snapoutofit lady! A woman goes into a meat market and asks the butcher why his Labor Day Special on U.S.D.A. Choice Sirloin Steaks is $3.99 a pound, when the guy across the street is selling his for $2.99. The butcher says, "Well, then, why don't you go over there and buy his?" The customer replies: "He doesn't have any left." "Well, that's nothing" the butcher says, "when I don't have any, I sell mine for only $1.99!" The conclusion of the matter—It’s easy to make a lot of noise if you ain’t playing the game. Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—An unusual amount of common sense is sometimes called wisdom.
Snapoutofit! MissPerfect says--We’re just going through a phase. The argument is over money or power, or thinking the unworkable will work if you just try a little harder. Now maybe all of this is true. But if it is not, you’re setting yourself up for the double-cross (i.e. a huge massive train wreck). When that subterfuge succeeds, the master illusion moves in for the kill, convincing you that life can be manipulated. Life can’t. But we can (i.e. life is manageable folks). SusieQ says--Hey listen, no day is soooooooo bad that it can’t be fixed with a nap; no day is sooooooooo good that it can’t be made better with a terrific time out (i.e. a little Sabbath).
Snapoutofit! WildWilly says—If we seek divine revelation, we’ll find it, even if it occurs while at work, folding laundry, or scooping the drive. Saturday question—How do you view yourself? LuckieEddie says—We do not see things in this life as they really are—only as we believe they are. It is as written in the Bible, we see through a glass darkly—but no glass is so dark, I think, as the looking glass in which we view ourselves. ItchieBitchie responds—The truth of ourselves is too often blurred by the capricious image of our self-perception. I believe it is among man’s greatest quests of life, not just to see life as it really is, but to see his part in it. Such is life.
Snapoutofit boy or she’ll eat your lunch—It ain’t Howdy Doody time guy. So suck it up and pay attention. No one said it was going to be easy. Saturday question—Do you ever get lonely? Joesixpack says—I find it peculiar that I am less lonely in the isolation of the desert than in the bustle of a city. Loneliness is often heightened by company. So why is that Joesixpack? Joesixpack says—It’s sorta kinda like this: I have discovered much gold here and it’s as thick as sin; I do not count it yet as either a blessing or a curse. Time will tell. Gold is an able servant but a cruel master. Ouchy ouchy!
Snapoutofit folks, be patient. I read this while eating my oatmeal with MI blueberries on it—God instructs us to be patient in all things. We must be patient with our families, our friends, and our associates. We must also be patient with our Creator as He unfolds His plan for our lives. And that’s as it should be. After all, think how patient God has been with us. WellSuckamucka!
Snapoutofit it folks, it’s 2010. Many companies give their employees a certain amount of days off. They can do with them what ever they want (e.g. be sick, go on vacation, sleep in, or go to funerals). Most folks protect those days off as they are sooooooooo precious unless you have a zillion like some do. And there are some of you who have employers who don’t care if you take time off but you have to get your work done some how some way. I played golf with a guy this last week that works for a bank in their commercial loan area. He used to be a manager of a store of a retail chain company. He really likes it a lot better. A lot less hours, no holidays and not near as much pressure. Retail management can be tough (i.e. very demanding—lots of hours). ANYWAY all of this is why funerals aren’t attended as much as they use to. Folks go more to the visitations after business hours. I was to a funeral recently where I noticed that the employees of a government entity were not in a hurry to leave (i.e. let’s have another cup of coffee and visit) as they probably get paid the same if they get back early or late. Well flipthepancake folks, folks who are in sales or service seem to leave earlier or step out and make some calls—particular owners (i.e. if they don’t sell or serve they don’t make any money). I also noticed this when we were at continuing education classes or vendor outings (i.e. let’s play a couple of more holes or have another beer—I don’t want to get back to the office before it closes ~ owners are on the phone and are the first to leave to get back to the office before it closes). Have you noticed that retired folks have all kinds of time to talk as they are just clipping the coupons (i.e. no work so time means nutten to them—in fact some are bored so they want to talk to kill time)? Snapoutofit folks, it’s reality. It’s all about money and how it affects each one of us. WellSuckamucka!
Snapoutofit folks. Quit just thinking about yourself and being so self-centered. Casey Dix, a young man and a friend of our church is in the National Guard and is heading out for a year of deployment. Here is what is happening to him--Casey is with the Iowa National Guard's 1st Battalion, 133rd Infantry Regiment, (1-133rd IN BN). They will be mobilized with the National Guard's 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 34th Infantry Division. Since Aug. 3rd, they have been training in Camp Shelby, Mississippi. They get a 4 day pass, (Casey is going to New Orleans with some of his buds), then they will be training at Fort Irwin, CA. When they actually arrive in Afghanistan will be not disclosed until they get there, due to security reasons. Maybe you have a few minutes to send him an email. If it was your son or friend or yourself, think what that might mean (i.e. maybe make it a weekly occurrence). I will get his address later when in Afghanistan so you might want to send him a package or so. Do what your heart tells you. casey.dix@us.army.mil
Snapoutofit! I had the opportunity to enjoy the company of one smart guy recently. We laughed and talked and discussed many serious situations. The bottom line is that decisions are made after gathering the best possible information excluding our emotions and then going forward. It still might not be the right decision but it’s the best decision today considering the information we have in front of us. This guy has a good head and has good decision making ability. So my friend, snapoutofit questioning your ability, you will do just fine. Yes you will. You’re smarter than the average old bear! Youbettcha!
ItchieBitchie says—Snapoutofit! Quite pretending, it’s reality. A friend asked me recently—I’m transparent but I wonder if I always should be. Are you a transparent person or don’t you let others see your inside? I had anther friend tell me that she doesn’t let anyone know her inside. My opinion is that you have to be transparent if you want to have good relationships. SusieQ says—YaBut erv, I have done that and got hurt real bad. I never what to do that again. So maybe pick you places, pick you time, pick your folks etc. I don’t know, what do you think? GerogeTheCrook says—The first step in changing something about yourself is recognizing you have a opportunity and be transparent about it (i.e. pretending just doesn’t cut it). Suckamucka that’s hard at times! If you are a real person, most folks will accept you and do almost anything to help you. If you pretend (i.e. be a faker) I for one don’t have much time for you. Such is life.
Joesixpack says—Well, I cannot explain how it is, but I know that man is not honest! A friend who is an alcoholic gave the book Twenty-Four Hours A Day (i.e. it comes from AA) to use as part of my devotions, which I do. This is what I read while eating my oatmeal with a half of banana on it—A.A. Thought for the Day—Call on new prospects while they are still jittery. They may be more receptive when depressed. See them alone if possible….Meditation for the Day—Try not to give way to criticism, blame, scorn, or judgment of others when you are trying to help them. Effectiveness in helping others depends on controlling yourself…You should have a firm foundation of spiritual living which makes you truly humble, if you are going to really help other people. Go easy on them and be hard on yourself. Snapoutofit, once an alcoholic always an alcoholic! A recovering alcoholic can’t take one drink! If she/he does, it’s a huge massive train wreck. Not just for the person but his/her family, friends, employers, and others who invested a lot in that person. Suckamucka that’s just the way it is. It’s reality folks.
RogerDodger says—It’s not what you eat that kills you, it’s what eating you that kills you. Snapoutofit folks! Maybe you or someone you know has been really low (i.e. feeling really beat up—depressed—feeling hopeless). It’s when we are the lowest that we are most receptive in listening (i.e. my opinion). Like when the doctor tells you that you need to lose weight or die or you need to exercise daily or you will die or you need to change your diet or die or you need to take your medication or die or you need to be constant conscious of your situation or bad things will happen to you. That list can go on forever. Then after you feel better or think you got it whipped, you go back to your old habits. No more support group, no more exercise, no more God (e.g. 9-11), no more exercise, just back to the sameoldsameold (i.e. gain the weight back again). WellSnapoutofit folks, we need to stick to the fight. If you can’t do it, get around some folks who push you and make you do it. A zillion years ago when I coached basketball, I told the guys--if I don’t get after you to improve, then you need to worry as that means I don’t care about you anymore. But it’s your decision and decisions have consequences. Such is life. If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. ~Vince Lombardi~
Have you ever been in a tough spot a.k.a. a tough situation? I mean really tough! It’s great if you can vocalize about it with someone you can trust. They might bang some ideas off you and quiz you with a very neutral position (i.e. maybe even tell you some things you don’t want to hear). They probably won’t have any answers but just give you an opportunity to vent and they might give you ideas to think about that you haven’t (i.e. ‘cause you are so narrow minded) thought about. A friend and I kicked some ideas around recently. It was really a good time and good stuff. We talked about being calm when faced with though situations. Yes, being calm. I have said this before—Talk softer and slowly when in a tough situation. Try it, it works. If you get all excited, then the other person gets all excited and pretty soon it out of control. Here is another tip, say to them—Let me see if I have this right, and then repeat what they said. Then say, is that what you are saying. It works. Try it on a spouse, friend or a guy on the street for practice. Be CALM! Snapoutofit, you might be wrong! Lucky Eddie says—The man who is calm has his course in life clearly marked on his chart. His hand is ever on the helm. So if someone disagrees with you, stay calm. First of all he might be right and secondly if you are right, you don’t have anything to get excited about. Be open minded and be CALM! CadillacJack says—Men and women have duties to others,--and duties to themselves.
I was walking back from the library the other day and met 3 pretty gals in front of city hall. I asked one how her new job was going (i.e. supervisor)—good—have you learn the employees a little and which buttons to push on each one—ya, I have, one thinks she’s always right! WellSnapoutofitlady! You are not always right. I had breakfast with my mentor this week like usual and he said—No matter how smart your dog is you can’t make him talk—that’s like us, no matter how smart we are (i.e. or think we are) we can’t understand everything (i.e. His understanding I cannot fathom). Suckamucka that’s hard for arrogant folks to understand. WellFlipThePancake—My mentor and I agree that it seems when we become too arrogant, God seems to have a way to humble us. Do you ever get humbled? Do really arrogant folks (i.e. I mean really argent folks) every catch on? I was negotiating lot lines of a real estate deal the other day and a pretty little gal almost started to cry—now that’s a good method of negotiating that seems to work. Oh yes! Maybe Roger Clemens might use that! You think so. He might folks even if it’s fake.
ItchieBitchie says--I hope we snapoutofit soon! Our economy is soooooooo bad that I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail ~ I ordered a burger at McDonald’s and the kid behind the counter asked, “Can you afford fries with that?” ~ I saw a Mormon polygamist with only one wife ~ Motel Six won’t leave the light on anymore. Suckamucka it’s getting’ bad folks!
Snapoutofit lady! A woman goes into a meat market and asks the butcher why his Labor Day Special on U.S.D.A. Choice Sirloin Steaks is $3.99 a pound, when the guy across the street is selling his for $2.99. The butcher says, "Well, then, why don't you go over there and buy his?" The customer replies: "He doesn't have any left." "Well, that's nothing" the butcher says, "when I don't have any, I sell mine for only $1.99!" The conclusion of the matter—It’s easy to make a lot of noise if you ain’t playing the game. Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—An unusual amount of common sense is sometimes called wisdom.
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