This “It’s Saturday” is not malware.
At least I don’t think it is. At least
it’s not the way I see it but I have been wrong before. If you think it’s
malware, well, suck it up cupcake, It’s happening sweetheart!
OneSmartGuy/a friend and I were talking
recently that we wonder if we are right about a lot of stuff. We each think we are right but that doesn’t
make us right just because we think sooooo (i.e. they use to think the
world was flat). Crazy! That might
pertain to politics, sports, religion, money management, parenting, etc. You got it.
Just because we think we are right doesn’t mean we are right (e.g. maybe
the Democrats are right in their wild spending and maybe Republicans are right
in their non-spending mentality). I had
a friend who just passed. He questioned most everything. It seemed he had a hard time accepting certain
religious dogmatic believes. He really seemed to
struggle with accepting things (i.e. or maybe he just liked to argue). I sorta
kinda felt sorry for him to have to struggle all the time. Guess what folks, all of his
questions are answered now. No more
questions. Bingo! As a friend says--
When the gonger gongs, the truth will be known real fast.
My
golf buddies last week told me it’s going to be a hard, long winter by looking
at the strips on this caterpillar that downthemiddleron found on the golf
course. I have no idea if they know what
they are talking about but they think they do. Such is life. Crazy. I told my golf buddies that I hurt my
back that morning and didn’t know how well I would play. They asked how I did that—I was getting off
the stool! I’m a whip folks! Guess what—my
score was about the same. Crazy!
I have said this before—You guys can treat me really bad or
do things that I don’t think are right but I will always be your friend. You can’t hurt me bad enough to stop our
friendship. I do some crazy, dumb things
and I hope you accept me in spite of my imperfections. Hey, none of us are perfect; we need to still
accept each other and love each other in spite of our dumb stuff we do. That is my opinion folks but I might be
wrong. I’m just a little old farm boy
from a mile and a fourth south of Roseland, MN.
I really love a certain person but we don’t seem to agree on an
issue. I told him I will always love
this person even if we don’t agree. Does
that make any sense to you? CrazyMarvin says—Some things are hard to suss!
There might be brief heuristics that sometimes make a complicated things easier
to understand. Such is life.
Changes R we all
have to make a lot of decisions in life (i.e. life seems to be a jumble
package). We seem to make good decisions
and bad decisions (i.e. a lot of wheeling and dealing in our minds). Hopefully we make more good decisions than
bad decision. At the time we make them,
we really always don’t know now do we.
MissPerfect says—No doubt that decisions affect our lives; we have to
work through a few kinks. Those decisions you make might affect you and your
children. OneSmartPerson told me--(kids
will pretty much believe whatever you tell them as all the statistics show a
child’s politics and religious beliefs are heavily – well over 90% --
influenced by where they were born). What do you think? Then just when we get our lives all spit
polished (i.e. we think we have it all figured out), then we get our lives scoffed
again (i.e. we didn’t see it coming). SusieQ says—You might want to turn off
the media and think for yourself.
ItchieBitche says--Chances R that
we have all been little folks sometime in our lives. I reread recently that we are to weep with
those that weep and rejoice with those that rejoice. Human nature seems to make it easier to weep
with those that weep than to rejoice with those who rejoice (i.e. being happy
for those who have good things happen to them). My mentor would say to me, I
think facetiously,—erv, when something bad happens to you, half the folks don’t
care and the other half are glad it happened to you! PamperedBetty a.k.a. the modern day Queen of
Sheba says--Chances R that most folks would attempt to blow out the candle of
someone else in hopes of making their light brighter. Saturday question—Are you a little person or
a big person or some of each? I read this while eating my
oatmeal with a half a banana on it—Oswald Chambers says—After every time of
exaltation, we are brought down with a sudden rush into things as they really
are, where it is neither beautiful, poetic, nor thrilling. The height of the mountaintop measured by
dismal drudgery of the valley, but it is in the valley that we have to live for
the glory of God. LuckieEddie says—My sister-in-law is not died but just
severely injured!
I was in a group of folks when a person made a statement
that he said was correct. He heard it
from a third party source. Another
person in this group sorta kinda corrected him, in a nice way, by saying you
better really research that before passing that on. WorldClassLarry says—Most third party information
is actually 1/00, otherwise known as zero chance being correct. AttorneyBill says--The eye witnesses many
times are not right (i.e. even if they say—I swear to tell the truth, the whole
truth soooo help me God). But DNA and
cameras are much more accurate (i.e. no human thinking involved). As one smart person says—We are soooo
influenced (i.e. prejudiced) by our past that we can’t be open minded). Sooooo, it proves once again that littleoldervie
doesn’t always know much even when he thinks he does. I have been programed to some degree by many
forces. Some that I don’t even know about.
Such is life.
OneSmartGolfBuddy told me on the first tee—All folks seem to
mature. Some faster and to different
degrees but it appears that we all mature (i.e. obviously we do physically but
we are talking mentally here folks).
When we mature, it seems like we think different. TomTerrific says—We all mature cause of many
many reasons. Some of those reasons are
just not soooo much fun to learn from; but they are very effective. I don’t know for sure if that is true but it
sounds right. What do you think? Another OneSmartGolfBuddy told me that he voted already at the courthouse a.k.a. early voting. He said—I held my nose and voted! He didn’t sound that he knew for sure he was
doing the right thing.
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