Disclaimer: If I hurt your feelings in any way in this
“It’s Saturday” it is not intended. It’s
completely an “oopsy daisy.” Don’t take me toooo serious. I really have no idea what I am talking
about. If I have hurt your feelings in
the past, I apologize and if I do it in the future, I apologize in advance.
Holy shirt, I didn’t mean to do that!
One potato, Two potato, Three potato, four, Five potato, six potato, Seven potato, more. You are it! This time, I
am it. Yes I am. I think I hurt someone’s feelings and they
have retaliated in their certain way.
The worse part is that I didn’t mean to do it. I was trying to be nice and I think I got
misunderstood. Oopsy daisy! My plan now
is toooo give it some time and then apologize.
AverageJoe (i.e. who can be outta kilter at times) says—Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a
prince and dinner like a pauper. SusieQ
says--AverageJoe, that seems old-fashioned.
Besides, you didn’t say anything about snacks; that’s my favorite part
about eating. That is why they have
convenient stores all over the place; to be convenient for me toooooo
snack. Let me tell you, I’m good at
it. Oopsy daisy! Arlene and I gave a
ride to a lady to Dollar General as she said she needed got get something to
wrap her knee that was bothering her.
She said—It just happened to start hurting out of blue; of course, I
have gained a lot of weight from snacking all the time.
A friend told me at breakfast recently that
his car stopped on him; it acted real crazy.
He called the dealer and they said it would have to be towed in. It was out of gas! He said—Now that is
humbling. He said the gas gauge
misfunctioned—ya right! Oopsy daisy! I
was with a group of guys the other morning at 6 a.m. Basically we talked about humility. Ouchy ouchy!
We were studying James (i.e. a book in the Bible) chapter 4 which
says—God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. You believe that? StormanNorman says--I agree and I disagree! That is what I
thought. ANYWAY, we talked what we can
do to be humble. It was quite interesting
to me. Maybe this doesn’t sound very
humble, but I pray for opportunities, I pray that I can recognize them and I pray
that I have the courage to act on them.
I have tooooo admit that I’m double minded; I want to be humble, but I
also don’t want to be (i.e. talk one way but do another). Crazy!
The same friend who ran out of gas told me that he told his son that
spring sports are just for fun soooo enjoy yourself. BUT his son became rather lackadaisical in
his approach to his spring sport he chose.
He sorta kinda got on him. His
son said—Dad, I thought you said spring sports are just for fun; enjoy
yourself. Oopsy daisy!
Oopsy daisy! I wonder
if we might expect folks to know how to do something but in reality, they don’t,
and we need to show them. We just take
it for granite that they know but they don’t.
I asked a friend how he knows how to do that—my dad taught me. That is why many times understudies or trainees
are used (i.e. they watch how someone who is really accomplished, do it—learn
from them). I wonder, just am wondering,
if churches need to teach folks how to be nice, friendly, be relational,
etc. Maybe we assume folks know how to
do it but really, they don’t (e.g. how to be friendly and start a conversation). We need to tell them and then take them by
the hand and show them. To them, no one
ever taught them, and they don’t have a clue.
We can preach and preach but maybe someone needs to show them. And maybe they don’t want to know. Now that
could really be the situation (i.e. we might be up a creek without a paddle)!
Oopsy daisy! ItchieBitchie says—Maybe we need to get beyond text messages and Facebook…
and go out and mingle with folks and tell them the glories of our journey. I really wonder if folks really what to know
about the glories of our journey; maybe they are more interested in Star Wars
or Games of Throne which seems to be more interesting to most, maybe.
Sometimes the smallest things or the strangest things can
really affect our life. It’s just the way it is, Oopsy daisy! I read this
recently that got my attention to that fact—"In the 1937 All-Star game,
baseball sensation Jerome “Dizzy” Dean was pitching for the National League.
The batter, Earl Averill, crushed a line drive that fractured Dean’s big toe.
Consequently, Dean had to change his pitching motion, which eventually caused
arm and shoulder problems, forcing early retirement. Dean’s great career was
ended prematurely by something as small as an injured toe.” Dizzy Dean became a
very great, popular baseball announcer.
He was really funny (i.e. my opinion).
Saturday question—What small thing has affected your life?
Oopsy daisy! I have had several small issues in my life that
have really affected my life. Some were
rather bad storms that seemingly ended up being good storms a.k.a. positive. I surely didn’t think soooo at the time they
happened. Those storms actually cleared
a path for me life; they were for my benefit and a blessing to me even though
at the time they were hard to understand (i.e. and occasionally when I flash
back, they still are). Ouchy ouchy!
I must admit that I am not very good at many things; in fact, I don’t
know if I’m very good at really anything (i.e. it’s all relevant and it depends
who is doing the evaluation). I remember
once I was doing a talk at a women’s group.
One lady asked me in the open question time—What I was really good
at. I said—I’m a good sleeper! I think I lost the little credibility I had
with those ladies. Oopsy daisy! ANYWAY,
I do know certain things that I’m not good at and I need to take extra effort
and time with them. It really helps me
to realize these areas and to work at them.
Yes it does. I have
improved. Work does help, I think. BUT,
I’m still not great at them. Such is life.
WorldClassLarry says—Expecting the world to treat you great
‘cause you think you are a good person is a bunch of bull! It just ain’t goin’ happen folks! No way! First of all, who says you are a good
person and secondly, why do you deserve to be treated great anyway. Maybe, just maybe, that’s your ego
talking. If it is, maybe no one other
than you is listening. Saturday
question—Sooooo why do you want to do good?
You need to ask someone who is a lot smarter than me for that answer—I’m
just a little ol’ farm boy from a mile and fourth south or Roseland, MN. I think some of you folks are good folks but
it seems like you are not treated great (i.e. not even fair). I also think some of you folks are not good
folks and are treated pretty great (i.e. some folks might think it’s
unfair). Ouchy ouchy! BUT my thinking might not be right. I’m wrong a lot! I’m about 50-50 on a good day. Such is life.
At the Belmont Stakes, the jockey of War of Will said the
horse was full of himself—finished ninth! Are you prideful? I am and I don’t like it. But I don’t always recognize it. That is even worse. Or is pride good? Is pride related to confidence? This is a tough area for many. RickyRick says—"Pride destroys
relationships. It shows up in a lot of different ways, like criticism,
competition, stubbornness, and superficiality. The problem with pride is it’s
self-deceiving. Everybody else can see it in us but us. When you have a problem
with pride, you don’t see it in your life. Proverbs 16:18 says, ‘Pride leads to destruction; a proud
attitude brings ruin” (NCV). I love this verse in the Message
paraphrase: ‘First pride, then
the crash—the bigger the ego, the harder the fall.’” Oopsy daisy! Yoga Berra said--
The other day I stopped to read
the Des Moines Register at the library.
There was a pic of bikes on the front page. I asked the two librarians if they ride
bike. One said she did until she crashed
into the curb and tore open her knee (i.e. an oopsy daisy—here’s the scar to
prove it that she showed me). The other gal
said she did but not anymore; her brother pushed her when she was young, and she skinned
up her knee (i.e. oopsey daisy)—she showed me her scar to prove it. They both showed me their matching scars). What a hoot!
My mentor would say to me—erv, sometimes things aren’t as they
appear. The town put up a radar with a digital board
showing how fast you are going. My
Yamaha XT250 said I was going 35 but the radar said I was going 31. Hey, one of them must be wrong. I downloaded a speedometer app on my phone and
checked. When the bike said I was going
55, I actually was going 50. I asked my
motorcycle guru about that (i.e. he owns two Harleys). He said motorcycles are known to go slower
than their speedometers. Harleys run 3
to 4 mph slower; it’s just a known fact.
Why I asked. He didn’t know. Such is life.
Here is something else I don’t know; I can’t
explain. I really like this pic but I
have no idea why. There is something
about it that I don’t know what it does to me but it does. How does that pic affect you? I have to admit that this pic affects me more
than the pic of Mona Lisa! Don’t they
say that art is in the eye of the beholder or something like that (i.e. but I
almost flunked Art Appreciation at good ol’ Northwestern)? Soooo who determines
it’s great anyway? Who determines you are great? Really! You really think soooo?
Our daughter said
her friend has strength, courage, determination and motivation. I don’t know her but if Heather said she
does, she does. I read (i.e. actually
heard it as I am listening to a book) that many folks do not like folks who are
successful (i.e. it makes them feel bad; they would rather be around unsuccessful
folks a.k.a bottom feeders; that makes them feel better).
Isn’t that toooo bad. BUT I think
that is true. DownTheStreetBob says--It
takes a big person tooooo be happy for other folks who have success; little
folks put them down some way in trying to make themselves more important. Oopsy daisy! Sorry to say but that is how our culture seems
to be. Booooom! The author of the book
said that successful folks need to be humble in their approach (i.e. the great
ones all do it).
Have a FUN day my
friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean
says—Laugh the loudest when the joke is on you.
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