a lot of questions

Question—Can a person be toooo nice? We were checking out at Hy-Vee when the lady ahead of us asked Christie, the checkout girl, if she would rather be somewhere else—no, I’m happy working—well, you don’t smile and don’t talk and don’t seem very nice—many folks don’t like it when you are nice to them; they would rather just be left along and will tell me that.  I read in the paper so it must be right--There is an elusive balance between toooo much and tooooo little. Saturday question—How much is tooooo little and tooooo much? Can you be tooo nice?

After I thought through it, I might have been tooo nice.  I went for an early morning bike ride on one of my favorite trails and routes.  I was making a sharp, uphill S turn when a walker was coming down.  I said—good morning.  He said, … you.  Like I said, I think I was being overly nice to this guy.  If I ever meet him again I will temper my greeting to him by maybe saying--“.… you, good morning!”  Such is life.

A buddy keeps this tongue depressor in a strategic location to remind him to...! Last November, I was facilitating a discussion group and gave a friend a hard time about her new, fashionable, new outfit she was wearing.  I was actually complimenting her but I don’t know for sure if she took it that way (i.e. should have talked to my friend, Hank, before saying it). ANYWAY last Sunday at church she greeted me—Nice to see you stranger; haven’t worn this outfight since you gave me a hard time and now you see me in it again.  Humor can get a person in trouble.  Soooo I called her and apologized.  What else could I do?  She said I didn’t offend her but she didn’t’ wear them ‘cause they were long (i.e. that is what she said). I’m still not soooo convinced.  She is a nice gal and maybe didn’t’ tell me that I offended her.  Maybe I put tooooo much mustard on it.  Could be. Girls are more sensitive than guys are it seems.  When will I learn to keep my mouth shut.  Probably, never. ChickenManJoey says--The reason we must relearn lessons is that we forget them.  Ouchy ouchy! .Such is life.

Soooo folks, if I put tooooo much mustard on this “It’s Saturday”, I apologize; if I don’t put enough seasoning on this “It’s Saturday”, I apologize.  For those of you who think it’s just the right amount of mustard and seasoning, I’m happy, you are happy, we are all happy!  Such is life.

Because of different folks and different situations, I have a lot of questions.  Some folks and some situations have made me question myself as to what is important.  I’m sure I want to be like some folks and am sure I don’t want to be like others. Does that make any sense to you?  I must admit, it is soooo hard to decide who I really want to be. When I see certain folks and their actions get glory, it’s a tough decision on my part not to compete in that arena even though I know I don’t want to be that way.  Crazy huh! BUT it is sorta kinda fun to watch folks act the way they do.                 

LuckieEddie from Proxima b, says--That is soooooo them!  Some folks are all about themselves. Some folks have a lot of money and a lot of ability and a lot of talent but use it all for themselves (e.g. DuaneTheWorm who thinks he is the Sun King, the absolute and divine ruler of everything).  Ouchy ouchy!  Why are they that way? Do you know any folks like that?  LuckieEddie, hold your horses, maybe you and I are toooo judgmental?  Ok, maybe not you, maybe just me.  Now that could be.  ANYWAY I read this while eating my oatmeal with a half a banana on it—We must constantly beware of anything that causes us to think of ourselves as superior people. GeorgeTheCrook says--We need to tread lightly on being judgmental (i.e. not to be sooo crass).  Manyofflolks might act superior if given money and power, including us.  Now that could be. We might be super galactic snobs if given the opportunity.  Such is life.

I substituted for a friend on their 2-man golf league team recently. My opponent was a local young man who will be a sophomore at Wartburg College.  I remember him in high school but never met him.  I introduced myself to him—He told me who he was and then said—I don’t know you but have heard about you!  I have no idea what he meant by that!  What a hoot. It made me smile. We are probably 50 years different in age.  Crazy! In our foursome match Friday, I hit an shot and bitched by saying--That didn't go very far. A younger guy in our foursome said--erv, what do you expect, you are old! And he's my friend. Such is life.

SusieQ asks--Are the average folks tired of all the political crap going on? Maybe the average folks want politicians to quit playing grab ass and represent the folks of our country.  Don’t kid yourselves folks, it’s all about the money and power and getting re-elected.  AverageJoes have a lot of questions as to what is going on.  A lot of questions!

SusieQ says—Some of you might have some ambivalence about being meek. Rick Warren says--None of us really know what meekness is. In fact, we often confuse it with another term that sounds like it — “meek” sounds like “weak.” Nobody wants to be weak, so nobody wants to be meek. But the truth is meekness and weakness are at the opposite ends of the spectrum. Meekness is in no way weakness. In fact, the Greek word for meekness literally means “strength under control.” To be meek is not to be weak. It’s used to describe a wild stallion that has been tamed. That stallion still has all the strength it had when it was wild, but now its strength is under control. It is strength bottled up for the master’s use. God doesn’t want you to be weak, but he does want you to be meek. The Bible teaches that it’s one of the keys to stress reduction in your life. Saturday question—Are you a meek person? 

Saturday question—What has been some fresh water words of encouragement that someone has said to you this last week? I asked a friend who went to a leadership conference what was the #1 thing he learned?  His response--That every day we should add value to others, intentionally. SusieQ says--Now that isn’t American!  I think America would be much better if we were all that way.  A friend and I were complimenting a mutual friend.  We both agreed that he is very generous; we both like him. He, in our opinions, adds value to others, intentionally. If my friend and I see that, I bet others do toooo.   What do you think?

ItchieBitchie says—It is like the difference between pop up yoga and acro yoga. I was riding bike the other morning and a pastor was walking to the mail box.  We had a very nice talk.  We talked about how the church and responsibility of most pastors have changed.  The older folks like to have many traditions the same but many of the younger do not.  He said that many young adults don’t want the pastor to call on them; they would rather say—We will come to church once in a while and say hi to you.  Soooo I stopped at the bank to deposit a check (i.e. I don’t take a picture of it with my smart phone and deposit it on line like many you folks do). A teller is retiring and there was some talk of not replacing her; the banking business is changing as many folks do everything on line and don’t even come into the bank. But many of the older folks still do.  These changes create a lot of questions with management! Such is life.

The headline in the paper said—Pokémon merchandise is flying of the shelves. There sure seems to be a lot of hullabaloo about this Pokémon craze.  I asked an employee at Hy-Vee if they have a wall charger for my I-Pod.  Let’s go and look.  We might not as we don’t carry much of that stuff anymore. It just flies off our shelves.  In one night most of the stuff is stolen. They just steal us blind soooo we don’t carry it anymore. Huh, interesting.

Vince Lombardi asks--How big are you?  Really how big are you? Not in pounds but in character? What fabric are you made of?

I went for a bike ride the other morning.  I seemed very strong! Was it my attitude (i.e. met early in morning with some guys in a discussion group). They inspire me and I learn soooo much (i.e. even some crazy stuff like--Jim Mudd, owner of Mudd Advertising in Cedar Falls, is a descendent of Dr. Mudd who housed John Wilkes Booth after assassinating Lincoln. Dr. Mudd was hanged.  That is how the saying got started--His name is mudd! OR was my feeling of being strong because getting a good nights sleep. I had a discussion with a couple of gals this week and one said she hasn't slept for 6 months (i.e. her mind keeps sparking continuously). What! Is that possible? MissPerfect says--I get cranky when I don't get my 8 hours each night; I would hate to be her husband!

BobbySnort says--Life produces a lot of questions that we each have to answer to ourselves. Only we can answer them.  I agree BobbySnort, I agree. 

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

erv

MyFriendJean says—Ideas are like children—your own are wonderful.

P.S. “Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives.” ~ Clarence The Angel, in It’s a Wonderful Live