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Communication is sooooo hard. We just don’t understand each other,
sometimes no matter how hard we try. As
a senior female friend said to me recently—erv, what you write in “It’s
Saturday” basically is a fart in a whirlwind!
Sooooo I think I just described this “It’s Saturday.” I used a parable soooo you would understand
what I was saying! Keep it simple
stupid! haha And some of you still won’t understand what I
just said. Such is life.
This “It’s Saturday” is as true as it can be “so help me God.” I can’t communicate any better with my
ability. It’s just the way I was taught
by Chester and Anna at a mile and a quarter south of Roseland, MN. I have no idea how I got through the
education I have and my life; I can’t spell worth a toot, I can pronounce words
very well and many of you tell me you don’t understand some of what I write. How I got this far is just amazing! But I was in the top 6 in my class at
Roseland Elementary. BUT there were only 6 in my class. We had spelling contests with each team
having a captain who picked their teams.
I was always the last to be picked and the first to sit down. BUT I got picked for the basketball team
higher up (i.e. I was better than 2 girls who had no athletic ability nor any
interest). Now that tells you
something.
A friend texted me in which she said—“I have a new to me
concept.” I read it as—“I’m a new me.”
Close! haha We talked about it and we laughed as my brain did not communicate
properly. I usually read to Arlene each time I visit her. I have read the Christmas cards that you send
us (i.e. we appreciated them). I even read the pictures to her! haha But here’s
the deal, when I read out loud, it seems to have improved my reading quality
and also my comprehension. At first it
felt awkward (i.e. like praying out loud) but once I did it more, it was really
enjoyable. I have really never done that
before. It might be a game changer; I
better learn fast as the clock is ticking a.k.a. I'm burning daylight! I still wish
I would have paid more attention at Roseland Elementary when they were trying
to teach me phonics instead of picking my nose!
Such is life.
A friend told me that he has 3 siblings. Of the four, two have a really hard time in
life; he says it seems like they always will (i.e. they aren’t spring chickens
anymore and they aren’t going to change).
Soooooo I asked him why 2 did good and why 2 didn’t. He thought for a while and responded—Maybe
the two who are struggling were papered by our folks and the other 2 were
not. They never had to work or be
responsible for their actions; my folks babied them. What do you think of that? Have you seen any of this type of action in
your families where your parents communicated to some kids differently than to
others? I have a friend when he went to
school, his mother would set out 2 sets of clothes each day for him to pick
from. Wow! If my Mom, Anna, did that, it would have been
the same 2 sets of clothes every day (i.e. maybe some new hand me downs from
some of my cousins once in a while).
ANYWAY, my friend’s mom did that because she loved him; he ended up very
good. But, maybe he was a little bit
pampered and spoiled by his mom! haha Actually, I think I was papered by my
Mom, Anna. I think she liked me a lot!
But I think she liked my sisters just as much or maybe even more (i.e. she had
a very good, kind, loving heart). My sisters might think she spoiled me. Could be.
A friend at breakfast yesterday told me this story--His grand kids and parents were looking through the lost and found box looking for something the younger kid, Bobby, lost. His older sister said--Maybe we will find Bobby's ambition!
A friend at breakfast yesterday told me this story--His grand kids and parents were looking through the lost and found box looking for something the younger kid, Bobby, lost. His older sister said--Maybe we will find Bobby's ambition!
WorldClassLarry says--Imitation is the sincerest form of
flattery (i.e. a form of communication). Have you ever heard someone say—I would
like to be like that person, or I would like to have that certain quality that
that person has? Maybe we all have said
that or thought that and maybe sometimes we have communicated that to a certain
person as a compliment. Some folks even
copy others and try to be like them a.k.a. an example. JoeBlow says—I suppose we all are an example
to others in both good ways and bad ways.
LuckieEddie says--There are folks who I really admire and there are
folks who I really don’t admire. I hope
I pick and have picked wisely!
I read this in the paper sooooo it must be right—We live in
a culture which everybody wants to be heard, but many people have nothing to
say but their mouth is still moving. I had communication with a friend about
investing. He gave me his opinion and
then asked me if I thought he was right or full of bs. My reply was—It’s all about the money. He replied—You didn’t answer my question!!!!
Do you ever have communication from your brain to your body
and vica versa when it just doesn’t flow very well because of poor cooperation
between the two? I do! I really battle those communications (i.e.
it’s a war). I always don’t know who is going to win. I find that when I’m most vulnerable is when
I’m mentally tired, physically tired or hungry.
JoeBlow says—A happy person performs much better; that is a fact or is
it an opinion. I sat next to a young lady
in church recently that works with teens who have mental health issues. She said the holiday season is an especially
difficult time. I have said many times
that all of us are mentally ill but just tooooo different degrees; I don’t know
if anyone is fully normal (i.e. how does anyone know). I told her I feel sooooo sorry for all those
teenagers and anyone who has a mental health issue. She told me that I should pray for them. I
know that some of you suffer from mental illnesses or have in your past. I will pray for you tooooo. And I would guess that some of you have
issues that I don’t know about. I wish I could snap my fingers and fix all of
you. I really feel bad for you. I guess
I never really thought of it, but Arlene’s Alzheimer’s would be considered a
mental health issue; I know that is ugly.
Maybe that is why that young lady told me that she thinks of me often
(i.e. she really has a good heart).
Could be.
Recently a friend and I had the opportunity to go a
Drake basketball practice. The head
coach is Darian DeVries, a local guy and friend. It was a fun, entertaining experience. We were treated special by Coach DeVries,
managers, weight conditioner, medical trainer, and the players. Quite impressive it was. We didn’t hear any bad language (i.e. maybe
‘cause we were there haha). I tried to
communicate this experience to our grandkids—when practice was over, all the
players came over and shuck our hands and looked us right in the eye (e.g.
class). Now toooo me this was great
communication (i.e. impressive). I found
this very interesting when Hank quizzed Coach DeVries about recruiting—There
are a lot of very talented basketball players; we try to recruit young men who
fit into our philosophy and school; we pass on some as they don’t; it is better
that we do; they will be nothing but problems for us. The female medical athletic trainer said to
us—We are one big family here at Drake and don’t have arrogant folks.
God only knows that you you you need it! I’m thinking of
forming a new business called “KickYouInTheButt.” All of us need a kick in the butt
occasionally (i.e. a great form of communication that most understand—very
effective, it touches most folks’ brains haha).
For a large fee (i.e. paid in advance), I will come over, have you bend
over and I will kick you in the butt!
For a small additional fee, I can do it over the phone! I won’t take
credit cards unless you pay the 3% charge!!!
I’m Dutch!!! I can’t help it,
Chester and Anna were both Dutch! A friend was asked what is your hobby—He told
me that he told them—I save money! And
he’s not Dutch I don’t think!
JamesFromWayWestOfTown, says most teaching is done by
parables a.k.a. stories. Here is a parable. MissPerfect, what is the real version of your
truth? My mentor loved to tell me this
story—A person asked another person to perform an illegal act—what do you think
I am—how about if I pay you $100—what do you think I am—How about $500—what do
you think I am—how about $1,000—I’ll think about it—How about $2,000—ok, it’s a
deal—now that we know what you are we just need to negotiate a price (i.e. it’s
all about the money)! Sooooo folks,
what are we? I think that is really
something we need to think about in 2020 (i.e. my opinion). I really have tooooo laugh at myself
sometimes; laugh at my actions and my thoughts.
Crazy!
AverageJoe says--Be aware that a halo has to fall only a few inches to be a noose. Rob Gronkowski was a star on the New England
Patriots football team from 2010-2018. He played in 115 games played, had 521
receptions, had 7,861 yards of receptions and 79 TDs. He was really good! He has retired and is putting puzzles
together in trying to get his brain to function properly the paper said. He said he has had 20+ concussions. Yikes, I wonder if that was a good
decision. Maybe it was for him. Money
and fame can do a lot of stuff to us; no question. ItchieBitchie asks--If I would offer you a chalice full of money
and fame, would you drink it? Now wonder
if I told you that the chalice of money and fame would be poison, would you
still drink it?
Elijah says—Never let the worse
in others get the best of you. Ok this is what he is saying if you don’t
understand his communication. The worst
in others can get us “all off-kilter” and takes away our peace—their worst
takes our joy, happiness, and joy. Don’t
let that happen; get away from those folks.
A friend told me recently that another friend was sorta kinda excluded
from their golf group because he always seemed to show his “worst.” He
constantly drags others down (i.e. negative and a leach). That is what he
constantly communicated to the golf group.
A friend told me about a statement that Olaf said at Walk to Emmaus some
20 years ago that he believes and uses—You have to love everyone, but you don’t
have to like them. I would extend that statement tooooo—and you don’t have to
be around them (i.e. they suck the fun out of our lives). Saturday question—Does this type of person
know they are that way, and can they change?
A friend and I agree that their odds are low (i.e. a long shot), but
their odds are way better if they accept Jesus in their life. Otherwise, probably not sooooo great. They
are what they are. They are programed that way by their genetics, past
environment and their current environment that will stay with them until their
earthly death (i.e. my opinion). “There
is a right time and a right way to do everything, but we know so little” (Ecclesiastes 8:6 GNT).
My sisters and their husbands came from MI
to see Arlene and visit with me for a couple of days. It was special. We
laughed a lot, reminisced a lot and even didn’t agree on certain things. Da! We
just don’t understand stuff the same (i.e. probably because of genetics, past
environment and current environment).
That is no surprise; probably most families don't agree on everything. BUT that can
make communication sensitive at times. Arlene's communication was very simple; she mumbled, hugged them, cried and said thank you. Sooooo sad! But they understood what she meant I think.
One of my brother-in-laws thinks me and my sisters might suffer from auditory processing disorder/deficiency--a disorder affecting the ability to understand speech—difficulty distinguishing between similar sounds—it impacts the brains ability to filter and interpret sounds—can hear, but fall short at listening—can’t process what we hear in a normal way because our ears and brain don’t fully coordinate—gets worse with age especially with background noise. Sooooo if my brother-in-law is right, there is my problem (i.e. soooo maybe it wasn’t Roseland Elementary’s problem). And there is not enough research to know if it’s genetic soooo we can't blame Chester and Anna. It appears that we have something that sounds like auditory processing disorder; we seem to struggle in pronouncing words and have poor phonics. Or it could be that we copied Chester and Anna or it was something in the water we drank on the farm growing up! ANYWAY it seems it might have modified our communication. Our children make fun of us. They joke about it. It is sorta kinda funny! Such is life.
One of my brother-in-laws thinks me and my sisters might suffer from auditory processing disorder/deficiency--a disorder affecting the ability to understand speech—difficulty distinguishing between similar sounds—it impacts the brains ability to filter and interpret sounds—can hear, but fall short at listening—can’t process what we hear in a normal way because our ears and brain don’t fully coordinate—gets worse with age especially with background noise. Sooooo if my brother-in-law is right, there is my problem (i.e. soooo maybe it wasn’t Roseland Elementary’s problem). And there is not enough research to know if it’s genetic soooo we can't blame Chester and Anna. It appears that we have something that sounds like auditory processing disorder; we seem to struggle in pronouncing words and have poor phonics. Or it could be that we copied Chester and Anna or it was something in the water we drank on the farm growing up! ANYWAY it seems it might have modified our communication. Our children make fun of us. They joke about it. It is sorta kinda funny! Such is life.
I had breakfast with a friend I made
at good old Northwestern College years and years ago. He communicated to me some interesting
statements. Maybe you will understand a
few of them and maybe not. The biggest
regret I have in life is when I overreacted to stuff that was not
important. When I am a fake (i.e. I know
when I am), I am not happy with my self. When I’m egotistical and think I am
better than others, I’m not a good person. And his champion statement—I’m most
unhappy when I’m an.... Saturday question—Do any of those statements register
with you? You say what?
Have a FUN day my friends unless
you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean says—One good turn gets most of the blanket.
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