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.
August 28, 2010
I beg your pardon--pardon me!
Saturday question—If attitudes were contagious, would folks want to catch yours? I beg your pardon—pardon me! You don’t get it? Don’t make me stop this car and come back there!
I beg your pardon—Pardon me! World famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright built a house for industrialist Hibbard Johnson. One rainy evening Johnson was entertaining distinguished guests for dinner when the roof began to leak. The water seeped through directly above Johnson himself, dripping steadily onto his bald head. Irate, he called Wright in Phoenix, Arizona. Johnson said...You built this beautiful house for me and we enjoy it very much. But the roof leaks, and right now I am with some friends and distinguished guests and it is leaking right on top of my head. There was a pause on the line and after a few moments of silence Wright replied: Well Hib, why donâÂ?ÂTt you move your chair?
Beg your pardon--Pardon me! We are close to 65 and we get all these adds in the mail soliciting us for their supplemental heath insurance. This one company advertised—You won’t answer any health questions—You won’t undergo a medical exam—You won’t be turned down for any pre-existing conditions—You are guaranteed acceptance. Wow! Beg your pardon—Pardon me! All companies are required by law to do this. It just made me laugh. What ever it takes folks. It’s all about the money folks. They didn’t lie or cheat but just worked on the emotions of the easy ones. GerogeTheCrook says-- Cheaters cheat—liars lie… GerogeTheCrook, I know some of each. Some folks are unsalvageable and impenetrable—They need to be cut from the team and you need to recruit someone who you need on your team. Such is life.
My high school basketball coach (i.e. now 75 years old) emailed me this: 3 things in life, once gone, never come back 1. Time 2. Words 3. Opportunities. Oh those opportunities. Beg your pardon—Pardon me! I pray for opportunities, the ability to recognize them (i.e. so they just don’t fly over my head) and the courage to act on them. I liked my high school bb coach, always have and always will. He’s a good man. I remember him coming to see me after my mom’s died at my Uncle George’s house. I was 23 I think. It was very meaningful to me. Folks affect folks. I think he acted on an opportunity. Thanksamillion Coach Black, you’re a good man.
SusieQ prays--Pardon me God but show me the people around me who need my help. Make me a generous person, open with my time and knowledge, quick to include others in my activities. Amen. Maybe God might say—What we have here is a failure to communicate…clearly! Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after. I beg your pardon God!
Beg your pardon God but I think I know more than you! “When the circumstances of your life start to shift (i.e. unravel a bit) at least consider that it might be due to God. When you find yourself in a state of confusion or curiosity about the way things are going, go ahead and ask him if there's something he'd like to say to you.” ~ Bill Hybels Is man good and bent evil by society, or is he born evil, and kept straight by society’s heavy hand? Most disturbing to me about this question is not its answer, but the reason for which it is most often involved. I was at the golf course recently and a friend came up to me and said—How can there be a God; my sister who is expecting her first two grandkids, has taught in a Christian school for 40 years and now has cancer. There are those who deny the existence of God and there are those who have witnessed too much to deny the unseen world, and envy themselves of the love of God. In this folks are the most hopeless of men. For there is not much hope to be found in hating a God, if you believe in Him. And there is not much future in it. LuckieEddie says--It’s a rare human who spends more time looking for truth than protecting their already-held beliefs.
At some point in our life we find out that our ideas did not work, but the God idea does. Deep down in every man, woman, and child is the fundamental idea of God. Faith in God greater than ourselves and miraculous demonstrations of that power in our lives are facts as old as the human race. Am I willing to rely on God or on myself? Pardon me God, I really thought I was really smart and knew more than you. MyFrieandJean says—Experience is a hard teacher, because she gives the test first, the lesson after the test. Such is life.
Pardon me! I beg your pardon! If you have money, smarts and influence, you have a lot of responsibility. Sure there has been injuries and deaths in taking charge, but none of them toooooooo serious! Andthisprettysweetgalsaid—It was when I had my first child that I understood how much my mother loved me. Pardon me! Anotherprettysweetgalemailedmethis--I have a funny story to share ... my cousin has ALS. This summer there was a benefit fundraiser for he and his family. His mom donated quarts of home-canned beef. They were put on the silent auction. Another of my aunts bid and purchased some of the jars. She then turned around and entered the canned beef at the county fair under her name ... and got a blue ribbon! My 1st aunt told me that and we just laughed and laughed. That is a hoot! Beg your pardon!
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Pardon me but…Coach Black made me think more of my youthful days. Click on the picture to make it larger. I am the little toe head second from the back in second to the right row. My class (i.e. 4th grade at Roseland, MN) is in the right row. I got to sit with Bob Bruggers (i.e. back of me) and Mike Gort (i.e. ahead of me) who were in 5th graders. They were my buddies. At that time I’m sure I was ranked at least 6th academically in my class (i.e. there were only 6). When I graduated from 6th grade I know I moved up to at least 5th as Sammie Myskens (i.e. third in the row who was the pastor’s daughter) moved and Patricia Herman (i.e. first in the 5th grade row) was held back. Hey, don’t laugh, Donald Hoeskera and Jim Knoll who were the other two boys in my class both got PhDs and I only got a measly MA. Carol Lippert (i.e. the second girl in the 4th grade row) was the first girl I kissed. Yep, it was by the swing set I think in second or third grade (i.e. what an experience). The girl in the back of the 4th grade row was Pat Dykema, my first cousin. Oh yes, pardon me, do you see that I had bib overalls on (i.e. and I don’t think they were in style back then). One more thing, Don Hoeskra was the fist kid I got in a fight with—he gave me a bloody noise—I lost that fight! ANYWAY that was our picture of 4th, 5th and 6th grade with Mrs. Lincoln in good old Roseland Elementary. Oh yes, Bob Bruggers was a very outstanding athlete. He took us to the state bb tournament with Coach Black’s help. He ended up playing pro football. Pardon me folks but he did seem to struggle some with all the glory given him. Bob is still idolized by some in good old Danube/Roseland. I bet the folks in Roseland/Danube maybe don’t even know who Don Hoeskra and Jim Knoll are. Such is life.
I beg your pardon! But successful folks might be different to me than to you. Our friend/neighbor Henry Groenveld (i.e. 81) died this last week. I think he was a very successful guy. He had polio as a boy and it affected his walking. I asked him one time why he had such a good attitude and others just sit on the couch and eat chips drawing disability. He said—I just went forward. Sam Patterson, the old banker in town, asked Henry to work for him out of high school. He and his family thought that was a good opportunity. It was but he wished he had gone to college. Henry worked in a JD implement dealership for 32 years and was the county treasurer for 13 years. He was just a great, real guy with a huge massive good heart (i.e. my kind of guy). And best of all, he was a very humble man who loved the Lord. With Henry there was no gossip, no excuses, not stories, no blamin’ but he just stated everything in the positive (i.e. that’s hard for some folks as they only know negative and demoralizing stuff).
I beg your pardon! Excuse me! Have you noticed that there are very few folks who can handle “theworld’ssuccess”? Look around your community, on the professional sports scene (i.e. Tiger Wood’s world) or in the top management areas. Many mess their life up! It’s all about money and then we find out that it’s not all about money after all. GerogeTheCrook says—As sure as success will destroy a man, it will just as assuredly be imitated. I was told that a guy in a near by town threw a party last week end (i.e. we were not invited). At the party were very prominent politicians and a U of I head coach. I asked how come they were all there? 'Cause this guy maybe donates huge massive amounts of money to those folks. So how much do you think it would take to have them come to my party (i.e. everyone has a #)? It's all about money folks. JoeBlow says--It seems as if the golden rule has change to “do unto others what it takes to get their gold.” Such is life.
I beg your pardon! Excuse me! Here is another of my friends who is a successful person. We had a little church clean up the other day. 12 of us worked about an hour to make the outside look a little better (i.e. it looks like someone is living there again). A friend came and worked his butt off—it was a very hot humid day—he out worked me! He’s 87 years old. He doesn’t sit on the couch eating chips folks; he gets off the couch and does something. He’s a good man (i.e. a real person with a massive huge heart—and a strong back). ItchieBitchie says—The fastest way to find success and happiness is by giving. Life gives to the givers and takes from the taker; the world has a perfect accounting system. It seems to me that givers are happy folks and takers are unhappy. Why is that do you think? Such is life.
Pardon me; excuse me! MissPerfect says—Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of failure—those that don’t are much like a computer when it’s locked up! One more thing, don’t assume the assumption of tomorrow as it might not every come.
Peg your pardon! Pardon me! We can deny reality, but we can’t deny the consequences of denying reality. There is a moment in all acts when there is no turning back; the step over the cliff, the finger committing to the trigger and the hammer falling, the bullet erupting from the chamber, unstoppable…Many folks are mug-rumpers! Yep, they sit on the fence and never commit (i.e. have there mug on one side of the fence and their rum on the other). They teeter back and forth depending which way the wind of the discussion is (i.e. they gotta look good). Ouchy ouchy!
Pardon me! I beg your pardon! If you don’t want problems, don’t be a leader. The problem is when you identify each problem as a problem. When you do that, it often it becomes one of the problems you revisit every week, and it becomes a part of the “sameoldsameold”. Every time you call problems “problems,” you stop all ability to resolve them. Never call problems “problems” again, but call them “opportunities.” When you do that everything changes. Hmmmmmmmmm, suddenly there are no problems, just opportunities. ~ Stay away from energy vampires (i.e. they are toxie waste dumps of an attitude). ~ My nephew-in-law sent me a little sign this week that reads—If at first you don’t succeed try doing it the way your wife told you. ~ And remember—don’t think you are sooooooooo important; Most of the time we are only an extra in somebody else’s soap opera! Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Everyone wants progress, but few want the chance that progress requires.
I beg your pardon—Pardon me! World famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright built a house for industrialist Hibbard Johnson. One rainy evening Johnson was entertaining distinguished guests for dinner when the roof began to leak. The water seeped through directly above Johnson himself, dripping steadily onto his bald head. Irate, he called Wright in Phoenix, Arizona. Johnson said...You built this beautiful house for me and we enjoy it very much. But the roof leaks, and right now I am with some friends and distinguished guests and it is leaking right on top of my head. There was a pause on the line and after a few moments of silence Wright replied: Well Hib, why donâÂ?ÂTt you move your chair?
Beg your pardon--Pardon me! We are close to 65 and we get all these adds in the mail soliciting us for their supplemental heath insurance. This one company advertised—You won’t answer any health questions—You won’t undergo a medical exam—You won’t be turned down for any pre-existing conditions—You are guaranteed acceptance. Wow! Beg your pardon—Pardon me! All companies are required by law to do this. It just made me laugh. What ever it takes folks. It’s all about the money folks. They didn’t lie or cheat but just worked on the emotions of the easy ones. GerogeTheCrook says-- Cheaters cheat—liars lie… GerogeTheCrook, I know some of each. Some folks are unsalvageable and impenetrable—They need to be cut from the team and you need to recruit someone who you need on your team. Such is life.
My high school basketball coach (i.e. now 75 years old) emailed me this: 3 things in life, once gone, never come back 1. Time 2. Words 3. Opportunities. Oh those opportunities. Beg your pardon—Pardon me! I pray for opportunities, the ability to recognize them (i.e. so they just don’t fly over my head) and the courage to act on them. I liked my high school bb coach, always have and always will. He’s a good man. I remember him coming to see me after my mom’s died at my Uncle George’s house. I was 23 I think. It was very meaningful to me. Folks affect folks. I think he acted on an opportunity. Thanksamillion Coach Black, you’re a good man.
SusieQ prays--Pardon me God but show me the people around me who need my help. Make me a generous person, open with my time and knowledge, quick to include others in my activities. Amen. Maybe God might say—What we have here is a failure to communicate…clearly! Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after. I beg your pardon God!
Beg your pardon God but I think I know more than you! “When the circumstances of your life start to shift (i.e. unravel a bit) at least consider that it might be due to God. When you find yourself in a state of confusion or curiosity about the way things are going, go ahead and ask him if there's something he'd like to say to you.” ~ Bill Hybels Is man good and bent evil by society, or is he born evil, and kept straight by society’s heavy hand? Most disturbing to me about this question is not its answer, but the reason for which it is most often involved. I was at the golf course recently and a friend came up to me and said—How can there be a God; my sister who is expecting her first two grandkids, has taught in a Christian school for 40 years and now has cancer. There are those who deny the existence of God and there are those who have witnessed too much to deny the unseen world, and envy themselves of the love of God. In this folks are the most hopeless of men. For there is not much hope to be found in hating a God, if you believe in Him. And there is not much future in it. LuckieEddie says--It’s a rare human who spends more time looking for truth than protecting their already-held beliefs.
At some point in our life we find out that our ideas did not work, but the God idea does. Deep down in every man, woman, and child is the fundamental idea of God. Faith in God greater than ourselves and miraculous demonstrations of that power in our lives are facts as old as the human race. Am I willing to rely on God or on myself? Pardon me God, I really thought I was really smart and knew more than you. MyFrieandJean says—Experience is a hard teacher, because she gives the test first, the lesson after the test. Such is life.
Pardon me! I beg your pardon! If you have money, smarts and influence, you have a lot of responsibility. Sure there has been injuries and deaths in taking charge, but none of them toooooooo serious! Andthisprettysweetgalsaid—It was when I had my first child that I understood how much my mother loved me. Pardon me! Anotherprettysweetgalemailedmethis--I have a funny story to share ... my cousin has ALS. This summer there was a benefit fundraiser for he and his family. His mom donated quarts of home-canned beef. They were put on the silent auction. Another of my aunts bid and purchased some of the jars. She then turned around and entered the canned beef at the county fair under her name ... and got a blue ribbon! My 1st aunt told me that and we just laughed and laughed. That is a hoot! Beg your pardon!
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I beg your pardon! But successful folks might be different to me than to you. Our friend/neighbor Henry Groenveld (i.e. 81) died this last week. I think he was a very successful guy. He had polio as a boy and it affected his walking. I asked him one time why he had such a good attitude and others just sit on the couch and eat chips drawing disability. He said—I just went forward. Sam Patterson, the old banker in town, asked Henry to work for him out of high school. He and his family thought that was a good opportunity. It was but he wished he had gone to college. Henry worked in a JD implement dealership for 32 years and was the county treasurer for 13 years. He was just a great, real guy with a huge massive good heart (i.e. my kind of guy). And best of all, he was a very humble man who loved the Lord. With Henry there was no gossip, no excuses, not stories, no blamin’ but he just stated everything in the positive (i.e. that’s hard for some folks as they only know negative and demoralizing stuff).
I beg your pardon! Excuse me! Have you noticed that there are very few folks who can handle “theworld’ssuccess”? Look around your community, on the professional sports scene (i.e. Tiger Wood’s world) or in the top management areas. Many mess their life up! It’s all about money and then we find out that it’s not all about money after all. GerogeTheCrook says—As sure as success will destroy a man, it will just as assuredly be imitated. I was told that a guy in a near by town threw a party last week end (i.e. we were not invited). At the party were very prominent politicians and a U of I head coach. I asked how come they were all there? 'Cause this guy maybe donates huge massive amounts of money to those folks. So how much do you think it would take to have them come to my party (i.e. everyone has a #)? It's all about money folks. JoeBlow says--It seems as if the golden rule has change to “do unto others what it takes to get their gold.” Such is life.
Pardon me; excuse me! MissPerfect says—Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of failure—those that don’t are much like a computer when it’s locked up! One more thing, don’t assume the assumption of tomorrow as it might not every come.
Peg your pardon! Pardon me! We can deny reality, but we can’t deny the consequences of denying reality. There is a moment in all acts when there is no turning back; the step over the cliff, the finger committing to the trigger and the hammer falling, the bullet erupting from the chamber, unstoppable…Many folks are mug-rumpers! Yep, they sit on the fence and never commit (i.e. have there mug on one side of the fence and their rum on the other). They teeter back and forth depending which way the wind of the discussion is (i.e. they gotta look good). Ouchy ouchy!
Pardon me! I beg your pardon! If you don’t want problems, don’t be a leader. The problem is when you identify each problem as a problem. When you do that, it often it becomes one of the problems you revisit every week, and it becomes a part of the “sameoldsameold”. Every time you call problems “problems,” you stop all ability to resolve them. Never call problems “problems” again, but call them “opportunities.” When you do that everything changes. Hmmmmmmmmm, suddenly there are no problems, just opportunities. ~ Stay away from energy vampires (i.e. they are toxie waste dumps of an attitude). ~ My nephew-in-law sent me a little sign this week that reads—If at first you don’t succeed try doing it the way your wife told you. ~ And remember—don’t think you are sooooooooo important; Most of the time we are only an extra in somebody else’s soap opera! Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Everyone wants progress, but few want the chance that progress requires.
August 21, 2010
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Quirky Quirky! I woke up in the middle of the night with this in my head—Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Why, I have no idea. You might think it’s a bunch of malarky malarky folks. Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay ~ Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay ~ So when the cat has got your tongue ~ There’s no need for dismay ~ Just summon up this word ~ And then you’ve got a lot to say ~ But better use it carefully ~ Or it may change your life ~ One night I said it to me girl ~ And now me girl’s my wife! ~ She’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Mushy mushy! A friend took his family to a movie recently. One of his buddies asked him how the movie was. He said—Mushy for him! From a man’s point of view, many men think woman talk mushy to each other (i.e. mushy mushy). Womanizers seem to have the way with women (i.e. say the mushy words) and some of those gals fall hook, line and sinker for that mushy talk). I hear sales people talk mushy with clients (i.e. try to be manipulative—tell them what they want to hear in a mushy way). Waitresses sometimes call me honey or sweetie or sweetheart. I’m not their honey, sweetie or sweetheart—that’s mushy. It’s a turnoff for me but maybe if you are some lonely guy who never gets any attention, it works for a huge massive tip. I don’t know. What do you think? Joesixpack says—I haven’t spoken to my wife for years. I didn’t want to interrupt her! Such is life.
Hotty hotty! I know a couple who were sorta kinda average Joes until the last of their parents died and they inherited a pot full of money and now they are hotty hotty! GeorgeTheCrook says—Money changes the “littlefolks” but the “bigfolks” stay the same good folks. These acquaintances are really strutting their stuff now let me tell you. They think they are the king and queen of the hill. They think their…doesn’t stink! Usually time has a way to bring us all back to reality (i.e. all men are humbled at some point in life). I read in a book a friend gave me to read, The Majesty of Calmness by William George Jordan. (i.e. the book is over a 100 years old) this: A man is to live his life as best he can; he is not to worry about the problems of justice, whose solution must be left to Omniscience to solve. Such is life.
Kooky kooky! MissPerfect says—He’s a kook! What’s a kook anyway? MissPerfect says--he’s a screwball! You think Jesus was a kook to many or still is? Are you a kook or do your do just whatever the leader of your peer group does (i.e. a “cookie-cutter person)? I have many friends who think for themselves (i.e. that’s why I like them). Some, actually most of them, in some form are kooks (i.e. they think for themselves—very independent thinkers—believe in themselves—are self-confident—are self reliant). I’m talking about most of you guys—YOU KOOKS! To be average is just being average (i.e. it’s soooooooo easy to be average—it takes an unique person to be above average). Average folks just follow what the media tells them (i.e. pretty generic). But the kooks are different. John The Baptist was a kook I guess, wouldn’t you? So I think most or you are kooky in a good way! A friend thinks I’m a kook as I rode in a tractor parade/ride sponsored by the radio station KLMJ Hampton. I was invited to ride by friends Ralph and Viv Mohwinkle. Ralph drove a 55 Oliver Super 77 and Viv drove a 35 AC WC and I drove a 57 AC D14. We rode about 60 miles in Franklin and Butler County stopping for breaks and lunch. I think I was the only guy with sandals, hiking shorts and a golf cap on. The conversations were about farming and tractors mainly. I asked a guy who I know that is sorta kinda a old farm machinery jockey what the D14 I was driving was worth—what ever it’s worth to you; if you see something you want, you better buy it as you might never have a chance again. WellFlipThePancake—A friend told me he made offers on 2 different houses in the great SW but didn’t’ get either one. After some time he said—Not getting those houses was the best thing that ever happened. What was I thinking! Oh one more thing—Viv drove the oldest tractor in the ride. The radio guy asked her to be interviewed as the driver and Ralph as the owner—she said—That’s my tractor; What’s mine is mine and what’s Ralph’s is mine! Hey Mark heard it toooooooo! Such is life.
Lucky lucky! I got to spend a day with our son. We played golf at Deere Run (i.e. where they hold the John Deere Classic). I so much appreciate the time we spend together. I’m one lucky dude (i.e. I have the life of Riley folks and I know it). Golf is sorta kinda an excuse for us to get together as golf does not define who we are but it’s just a form of recreation. Talk about a good life—a friend told me that he has such a good life (i.e. he recognizes it). There are many folks who have a good life but don’t recognize it or appreciate it. More Lucky Lucky and he didn’t think so at first. I had the opportunity to have breakfast with two World War II vets who are also my friends this week (i.e. one is 90 and the other is 84). They both are going to Washington D.C. as guests to see the war memorials. I’m real happy for them. One said to the other—ya just didn’t know in the morning if you would see evening. The other vet said back—I didn’t even know if I would see the next hour. They shared where they were in the war. One said he was in New Guinea. I asked him—Wasn’t it hot there. Yes it was; it’s right by the equator. Wasn’t there a lot of malaria there? Yes there was; a lot of mosquitoes; I got malaria. Don’t once you get that, you get it again? Yes I got it multiple times and they took me out of infantry and put me in supply in Australia; it was a big break for me as the infantry was not the place you wanted to be. It maybe saved my life. Lucky lucky!
Goofy goofy! I had a couple of unique opportunities this week and they just fell in my lap. One was at a golf outing when I got to visit with a guy who I really seem to like. ANYWAY we talked about some real stuff. He told me that without his parents’ help he would not be in the position that he is in. Then in Dollar General I ran into a friend who is smart, has her head on right, a good parent of three, and seems to understand life. She is associated with education and soon will be at it again. ANYWAY she said that some kids have such an advantage over other kids if they have loving and caring parents. So parents, don’t be goofy parents; really take the opportunity of being parents seriously. You have a huge massive opportunity/responsibility. Don’t be goofy goofy parents! “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother.” ~ Abe Lincoln
Yucky yucky! A friend told me about a situation he was involved in with a family member who has a hard time managing their money. We talked and agree that it is hard to change money management skills without a person having a strong desire to change—they want help to change but they really don’t. It’s much like our government spending. What do you think about the idea of you working until 70 before retirement? Yucky yuchy! At some point something has to change and it will if we like it or not. Such is life folks; you can’t continue to spend more than you make. My Uncle George said to me many times—It isn’t what you make it’s what you save.
Ouchy ouchy! When Chet and I played at the Deere Run, I shot a 95. It was a tough course and was toooooooo long for me (i.e. Chet calls my drives bunts) with way tooooooooo much trouble. I hit it in the fescue a.k.a. cabbage a.k.a crap a.k.a. …! You can’t score well when I can’t get to the par 4s in regulation and then hit it in the crap (i.e. ooooops!). It just doesn’t work. Ouchy ouchy. I wasn’t very cocky when I got done with that round (i.e. my hat was big for my head). I felt like a duffer a.k.a. hacker. But I can kick the ball around our little course in A’town fairly well at times and think I’m pretty good (i.e. it’s just a teaser). And then I play Deer Run and realize that I’m really not very good (i.e. reality sprouts it’s ugly teeth). Let’s put things in proper perspective (i.e. I’m not very good). Steve Sticker won the John Deere Classic this year with a 4 round total of 26 under par from the tips. I shot 24 over par from the blues/whites. If I would shoot the same score for 4 rounds I would have a total of 96 over par and he was 26 under which is a difference of 122 strokes. Ouchy ouchy!
Icky Icky! During the First World War, the army fliers developed this philosophy: “When you are in the air you will either be flying straight or turning over. If you are flying straight, there is no cause to worry. If you are turning over, one of two things is true: You will either right the plane or fail. If you right the plane, there is no cause to worry. If you fail, one of two things is certain: you will either be injured slightly or injured seriously. If you are injured slightly, there is not cause to worry. If you are injured seriously, one of two things will happen: you will either die or recover. If you recover, there is no cause to worry: and if you die, you can’t. Hey, my FriendJean says—Put your troubles in a pocket with a hole in it! That’s what she says folks.
Quirky Quirky! I rode my bike the other day and saw a small green tool chest half on the shoulder and half in the ditch. I turned around and it said on the outside something about plumbing supply. I opened it up and it was a tool with a couple of attachments that looked like it was used to expand pipes or something. I put it on my bike and took it home. I called KimThePlumber as it was near Kelsey and he operates out of Kelsey to see if maybe it was his. I left a message and said I found this tool that looks like is a plumbing tool worth about $50 and was wondering if by chance it was his. He called back and was happy. It was his and it wasn’t a $50 tool but a $450 tool. Only in small town folks! Such is life.
Gimmicky Gimmicky! When on that tractor ride/parade, we stopped for breaks and of course ate! On one stop I was in a group of farmers or retired farmers. I didn’t know anyone. The conversation went like this—Boy there is a lot of sudden death in the beans; it doesn’t look like the beans will do very well this year. Next farmer—Ya when you are on the tractor you can see the corn fields and there is a lot of yellow spots; the corn looks good from the road but it not as good on the inside. I know the farmer lingo folks—it was my turn next standing there in my sandals, hiking shorts and golf cap—Ya and the prices aren’t any good and the input costs are soooooooo high! Next farmer—Ya you got that right, it’s going to be hard to make any money this year! I was telling my golf buddy who is on our league golf team this (i.e. he’s a retired farmer who is now a landlord). He responded—They got to say that so the landlords don’t increase the rent! Gimmicky Gimmicky!
Wacky wacky! JoeBlow says—The mind is like a clock that is constantly running down. It has to be wound up daily with good thoughts (i.e. get around good folks—stay away from showboats and glory seekers and manipulators). Dwell on things that are honorable, just, and commendable. Don’t allow your thoughts to be hijacked by the negativity that seems to dominate our troubled world. Soooooooo whom will you please today; God or man? Some folks are just bores to me. Talk about boar-ing—The winner of the big boar contest at The Iowa State Fair weighed 1,212 pounds. Now that is a lot of boring! That’s a lot of porky porky pig all right! Porky porky! I read that they feed those boars donuts and rolls to fatten them up (i.e. sounds like us). Such is life.
Spooky spooky! BankerAlTheSchemer says—Some banks have a special technique for dealing with business borrowers who can’t repay loans coming due: Give them more time, hoping things improve and they can repay later. Banks call it a wise strategy. Skeptics cal it “extendandpretend.” Spooky spooky!
Scary scary! FootWedgeCharle a.k.a. VeryCraftyCharlie says—You put an adult in a new situation and they respond pretty much like a 6-year old kid does! The new challenge is to lure a new generation to come to church. Some folks think the methods are scary scary! Many think we need to just continue doing it the same old way and if they don’t like it, they don’t have to come or go to a different church. CadillacJack says—Snap out of “themakebelieve” folks! They will do just that, stay home or go to a different church! SadyTheChurchLady says—I really don’t care about the future generation, I’m comfortable and that’s all that counts.
This person is an above average person (i.e. kooky). I really like this new acquaintance and what she says. I asked her if I could use a paragraph in our email conversation as it has some deep thinking (i.e. wisdom I think). She said I could as long as it is anonymous. ~ Only get one year from now to sharpen my skill to get myself a good faculty position. I feel time is pressing on me. In my life, it seems I have always tried to take the route less taken - an endeavor to distinguish myself from whatever community I am in. Even if I saw a shortcut, I tended to avoid it. Which of course make my life harder, but to me, more enjoyable and adventurous. To be honest, I do not know whether this is right or wrong. But for now and for the near future, I will keep on my "bad" habit... I predict this gal will do very well in life.
Skunky skunky! I read it in the paper so it must be right that Americans consider vacations, pets and the internet necessities in life. Chester and Anna, my parents, thought way different than me and I think way different than our children. Such is life.
Spunky spunky! I rode bike the other day. I ran into a 70+ year old guy who I know on the Cedar Valley Trails. We rode together for about 15 miles. We rode hard. I felt extremely energetic and didn’t have a problem. Soooooo why did I feel so spunky spunky on this day. Well, I think there are several reasons. The biggest was my attitude. I also have been riding a lot and think that helps. It was a beautiful day. I enjoyed this guy’s company. But maybe the biggest reason is that I had the opportunity to help someone in the morning and several folks visited with me that morning that made me feel oh so good. They influenced my attitude for the day and they didn’t even know it. Such is life.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Be too busy to worry in the day…so you’ll be too sleepy to worry at night!
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Mushy mushy! A friend took his family to a movie recently. One of his buddies asked him how the movie was. He said—Mushy for him! From a man’s point of view, many men think woman talk mushy to each other (i.e. mushy mushy). Womanizers seem to have the way with women (i.e. say the mushy words) and some of those gals fall hook, line and sinker for that mushy talk). I hear sales people talk mushy with clients (i.e. try to be manipulative—tell them what they want to hear in a mushy way). Waitresses sometimes call me honey or sweetie or sweetheart. I’m not their honey, sweetie or sweetheart—that’s mushy. It’s a turnoff for me but maybe if you are some lonely guy who never gets any attention, it works for a huge massive tip. I don’t know. What do you think? Joesixpack says—I haven’t spoken to my wife for years. I didn’t want to interrupt her! Such is life.
Hotty hotty! I know a couple who were sorta kinda average Joes until the last of their parents died and they inherited a pot full of money and now they are hotty hotty! GeorgeTheCrook says—Money changes the “littlefolks” but the “bigfolks” stay the same good folks. These acquaintances are really strutting their stuff now let me tell you. They think they are the king and queen of the hill. They think their…doesn’t stink! Usually time has a way to bring us all back to reality (i.e. all men are humbled at some point in life). I read in a book a friend gave me to read, The Majesty of Calmness by William George Jordan. (i.e. the book is over a 100 years old) this: A man is to live his life as best he can; he is not to worry about the problems of justice, whose solution must be left to Omniscience to solve. Such is life.
Kooky kooky! MissPerfect says—He’s a kook! What’s a kook anyway? MissPerfect says--he’s a screwball! You think Jesus was a kook to many or still is? Are you a kook or do your do just whatever the leader of your peer group does (i.e. a “cookie-cutter person)? I have many friends who think for themselves (i.e. that’s why I like them). Some, actually most of them, in some form are kooks (i.e. they think for themselves—very independent thinkers—believe in themselves—are self-confident—are self reliant). I’m talking about most of you guys—YOU KOOKS! To be average is just being average (i.e. it’s soooooooo easy to be average—it takes an unique person to be above average). Average folks just follow what the media tells them (i.e. pretty generic). But the kooks are different. John The Baptist was a kook I guess, wouldn’t you? So I think most or you are kooky in a good way! A friend thinks I’m a kook as I rode in a tractor parade/ride sponsored by the radio station KLMJ Hampton. I was invited to ride by friends Ralph and Viv Mohwinkle. Ralph drove a 55 Oliver Super 77 and Viv drove a 35 AC WC and I drove a 57 AC D14. We rode about 60 miles in Franklin and Butler County stopping for breaks and lunch. I think I was the only guy with sandals, hiking shorts and a golf cap on. The conversations were about farming and tractors mainly. I asked a guy who I know that is sorta kinda a old farm machinery jockey what the D14 I was driving was worth—what ever it’s worth to you; if you see something you want, you better buy it as you might never have a chance again. WellFlipThePancake—A friend told me he made offers on 2 different houses in the great SW but didn’t’ get either one. After some time he said—Not getting those houses was the best thing that ever happened. What was I thinking! Oh one more thing—Viv drove the oldest tractor in the ride. The radio guy asked her to be interviewed as the driver and Ralph as the owner—she said—That’s my tractor; What’s mine is mine and what’s Ralph’s is mine! Hey Mark heard it toooooooo! Such is life. Lucky lucky! I got to spend a day with our son. We played golf at Deere Run (i.e. where they hold the John Deere Classic). I so much appreciate the time we spend together. I’m one lucky dude (i.e. I have the life of Riley folks and I know it). Golf is sorta kinda an excuse for us to get together as golf does not define who we are but it’s just a form of recreation. Talk about a good life—a friend told me that he has such a good life (i.e. he recognizes it). There are many folks who have a good life but don’t recognize it or appreciate it. More Lucky Lucky and he didn’t think so at first. I had the opportunity to have breakfast with two World War II vets who are also my friends this week (i.e. one is 90 and the other is 84). They both are going to Washington D.C. as guests to see the war memorials. I’m real happy for them. One said to the other—ya just didn’t know in the morning if you would see evening. The other vet said back—I didn’t even know if I would see the next hour. They shared where they were in the war. One said he was in New Guinea. I asked him—Wasn’t it hot there. Yes it was; it’s right by the equator. Wasn’t there a lot of malaria there? Yes there was; a lot of mosquitoes; I got malaria. Don’t once you get that, you get it again? Yes I got it multiple times and they took me out of infantry and put me in supply in Australia; it was a big break for me as the infantry was not the place you wanted to be. It maybe saved my life. Lucky lucky!
Goofy goofy! I had a couple of unique opportunities this week and they just fell in my lap. One was at a golf outing when I got to visit with a guy who I really seem to like. ANYWAY we talked about some real stuff. He told me that without his parents’ help he would not be in the position that he is in. Then in Dollar General I ran into a friend who is smart, has her head on right, a good parent of three, and seems to understand life. She is associated with education and soon will be at it again. ANYWAY she said that some kids have such an advantage over other kids if they have loving and caring parents. So parents, don’t be goofy parents; really take the opportunity of being parents seriously. You have a huge massive opportunity/responsibility. Don’t be goofy goofy parents! “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother.” ~ Abe Lincoln
Yucky yucky! A friend told me about a situation he was involved in with a family member who has a hard time managing their money. We talked and agree that it is hard to change money management skills without a person having a strong desire to change—they want help to change but they really don’t. It’s much like our government spending. What do you think about the idea of you working until 70 before retirement? Yucky yuchy! At some point something has to change and it will if we like it or not. Such is life folks; you can’t continue to spend more than you make. My Uncle George said to me many times—It isn’t what you make it’s what you save.
Ouchy ouchy! When Chet and I played at the Deere Run, I shot a 95. It was a tough course and was toooooooo long for me (i.e. Chet calls my drives bunts) with way tooooooooo much trouble. I hit it in the fescue a.k.a. cabbage a.k.a crap a.k.a. …! You can’t score well when I can’t get to the par 4s in regulation and then hit it in the crap (i.e. ooooops!). It just doesn’t work. Ouchy ouchy. I wasn’t very cocky when I got done with that round (i.e. my hat was big for my head). I felt like a duffer a.k.a. hacker. But I can kick the ball around our little course in A’town fairly well at times and think I’m pretty good (i.e. it’s just a teaser). And then I play Deer Run and realize that I’m really not very good (i.e. reality sprouts it’s ugly teeth). Let’s put things in proper perspective (i.e. I’m not very good). Steve Sticker won the John Deere Classic this year with a 4 round total of 26 under par from the tips. I shot 24 over par from the blues/whites. If I would shoot the same score for 4 rounds I would have a total of 96 over par and he was 26 under which is a difference of 122 strokes. Ouchy ouchy!
Icky Icky! During the First World War, the army fliers developed this philosophy: “When you are in the air you will either be flying straight or turning over. If you are flying straight, there is no cause to worry. If you are turning over, one of two things is true: You will either right the plane or fail. If you right the plane, there is no cause to worry. If you fail, one of two things is certain: you will either be injured slightly or injured seriously. If you are injured slightly, there is not cause to worry. If you are injured seriously, one of two things will happen: you will either die or recover. If you recover, there is no cause to worry: and if you die, you can’t. Hey, my FriendJean says—Put your troubles in a pocket with a hole in it! That’s what she says folks.
Quirky Quirky! I rode my bike the other day and saw a small green tool chest half on the shoulder and half in the ditch. I turned around and it said on the outside something about plumbing supply. I opened it up and it was a tool with a couple of attachments that looked like it was used to expand pipes or something. I put it on my bike and took it home. I called KimThePlumber as it was near Kelsey and he operates out of Kelsey to see if maybe it was his. I left a message and said I found this tool that looks like is a plumbing tool worth about $50 and was wondering if by chance it was his. He called back and was happy. It was his and it wasn’t a $50 tool but a $450 tool. Only in small town folks! Such is life.
Gimmicky Gimmicky! When on that tractor ride/parade, we stopped for breaks and of course ate! On one stop I was in a group of farmers or retired farmers. I didn’t know anyone. The conversation went like this—Boy there is a lot of sudden death in the beans; it doesn’t look like the beans will do very well this year. Next farmer—Ya when you are on the tractor you can see the corn fields and there is a lot of yellow spots; the corn looks good from the road but it not as good on the inside. I know the farmer lingo folks—it was my turn next standing there in my sandals, hiking shorts and golf cap—Ya and the prices aren’t any good and the input costs are soooooooo high! Next farmer—Ya you got that right, it’s going to be hard to make any money this year! I was telling my golf buddy who is on our league golf team this (i.e. he’s a retired farmer who is now a landlord). He responded—They got to say that so the landlords don’t increase the rent! Gimmicky Gimmicky!
Wacky wacky! JoeBlow says—The mind is like a clock that is constantly running down. It has to be wound up daily with good thoughts (i.e. get around good folks—stay away from showboats and glory seekers and manipulators). Dwell on things that are honorable, just, and commendable. Don’t allow your thoughts to be hijacked by the negativity that seems to dominate our troubled world. Soooooooo whom will you please today; God or man? Some folks are just bores to me. Talk about boar-ing—The winner of the big boar contest at The Iowa State Fair weighed 1,212 pounds. Now that is a lot of boring! That’s a lot of porky porky pig all right! Porky porky! I read that they feed those boars donuts and rolls to fatten them up (i.e. sounds like us). Such is life.
Spooky spooky! BankerAlTheSchemer says—Some banks have a special technique for dealing with business borrowers who can’t repay loans coming due: Give them more time, hoping things improve and they can repay later. Banks call it a wise strategy. Skeptics cal it “extendandpretend.” Spooky spooky!
Scary scary! FootWedgeCharle a.k.a. VeryCraftyCharlie says—You put an adult in a new situation and they respond pretty much like a 6-year old kid does! The new challenge is to lure a new generation to come to church. Some folks think the methods are scary scary! Many think we need to just continue doing it the same old way and if they don’t like it, they don’t have to come or go to a different church. CadillacJack says—Snap out of “themakebelieve” folks! They will do just that, stay home or go to a different church! SadyTheChurchLady says—I really don’t care about the future generation, I’m comfortable and that’s all that counts.
This person is an above average person (i.e. kooky). I really like this new acquaintance and what she says. I asked her if I could use a paragraph in our email conversation as it has some deep thinking (i.e. wisdom I think). She said I could as long as it is anonymous. ~ Only get one year from now to sharpen my skill to get myself a good faculty position. I feel time is pressing on me. In my life, it seems I have always tried to take the route less taken - an endeavor to distinguish myself from whatever community I am in. Even if I saw a shortcut, I tended to avoid it. Which of course make my life harder, but to me, more enjoyable and adventurous. To be honest, I do not know whether this is right or wrong. But for now and for the near future, I will keep on my "bad" habit... I predict this gal will do very well in life.
Skunky skunky! I read it in the paper so it must be right that Americans consider vacations, pets and the internet necessities in life. Chester and Anna, my parents, thought way different than me and I think way different than our children. Such is life.
Spunky spunky! I rode bike the other day. I ran into a 70+ year old guy who I know on the Cedar Valley Trails. We rode together for about 15 miles. We rode hard. I felt extremely energetic and didn’t have a problem. Soooooo why did I feel so spunky spunky on this day. Well, I think there are several reasons. The biggest was my attitude. I also have been riding a lot and think that helps. It was a beautiful day. I enjoyed this guy’s company. But maybe the biggest reason is that I had the opportunity to help someone in the morning and several folks visited with me that morning that made me feel oh so good. They influenced my attitude for the day and they didn’t even know it. Such is life.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—Be too busy to worry in the day…so you’ll be too sleepy to worry at night!
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August 14, 2010
IthinksobutIdon'tknowforsure
Times change folks! IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure! If you don’t change some stuff, it starts to look like middle ages before long. C. S. Lewis says—All that is not eternal is eternally out of date. We had a P3 party at our church—paint, pizza and praise. I was told there were 37 of us folks (i.e. kids and adults) who showed up to paint the educational rooms. Here is what a typical room looked before and here is a picture of a room after the P3. Which room looks the most inviting to a 10 year old do you think? Da!!! John Wesley once said—Catch on fire with enthusiasm and people will come for miles to watch you burn. Such is life.
Here is a pic of my friends of how they looked before the P3 and a pic of how they looked after the P3! Aren’t they something!
IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure! MyFriendJean says—Some of us are like wheelbarrows—only useful when pushed and very easily upset. That statement makes me think about many folks in churches all over (i.e. talk a lot but don’t do much and are very touchy—showboats but not workers). And then when changes are made, they complain ‘cause they might have to do something (i.e. those kind of folks get under my skin!). That’s my opinion. Change is hard folks but it’s a certainty. That’s just the way it is if you like it or not. Some folks look at visionaries as “trick masters” with their full bag of tricks. Ouchy ouchy! SusieQ says--No matter what way you look at change, right without Love is wrong! Think about that folks. Joesixpack says—IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure that God many times is trying to tell us something in big bold print but we still can’t read it! We’re blinded by our own huge massive egos. Ouchy ouchy!IthinksobutIdon’tforsure! MissPerfect says--Reform is soooooooo urgently needed but it seems to take a huge massive catastrophe to really get anyone’s attention. I read in the London paper (i.e. so it must be right) that England test folks who are getting and want to get disability payments for the government. They put them into three classes—Disabled, disabled at this time but will be able to go back to work, and those who can work. Folks get 64 pounds being unemployed and 84 for being disabled so the unemployed folks are all trying to get disability. The payments have increased unbelievably in recent years (i.e. it’s all about money folks). They say—The Coalition Government has to have a reform of some kind as we cannot continue to operate this way—it just ain’t going to work. It’s very obvious that the good old U. S. of A will need to have a reform sometime or it will get real ugly folks (i.e. it’s hard as everything is done to politically correct to get reelected in the good old U. S. of A). I personally doubt if it will happen until it gets sooooooooooooo bad and then something will happen (i.e. Ithinksobutdon’tknowforsure). Ask Germany about that! Ouchy ouchy! Change is much like a rescuer helping a drowning person who is putting up too much of a struggle. The rescuer must first render the person still more helpless, until he or she is wholly at the rescuer’s mercy. Ya got to get to rock bottom before folks seem to look for help other than themselves (i.e. it’s an ego thing folks—my opinion). Such is life.
I went for a bike ride Saturday to Kesley (i.e. 14 miles SSW). There was a 12 mph wind from the SSW (i.e. I looked on underground weather when I got home). If you are not a biker, you have no idea how much difference that makes (i.e. huge massive difference). IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure but it’s a lot easier when you have the wind on your back. Sooooooo here’s the deal I was thinking about—Wind is a great encouragement so do you think a compliment or encouragement might make the wind at someone’s back. What do you think? Assignment—Send an encouraging note to someone this week. Okay here is something else that I though about when biking—I have had sorta kinda a hard time slowing down since I got back from our trip (i.e. not focused correctly). Saturday I wasn’t comfortable just doing nutten (i.e. nutten according to my standards). I thought about the campers. They pull out Friday night with their $25,000 camper plus license, insurance, & maintenance, $35,000 pickup plus license, insurance & maintenance, and their $25,000 boat plus license, insurance, winterizing and maintenance and just sit and eat all weekend not feeling guilty about doing nutten. Why can’t I just sit and do nutten at home? I don’t get it. Maybe I need to spend $85,000 so I can sit and do nutten. Yabut if I bought that stuff plus camping site fee, purchase skies, tube, fishing gear, camping equipment, and other stuff to sit and do nutten, I would have no place to store all that stuff so I would have to build a $35,000 shed plus taxes and insurance. And you know what folks, all recreational equipment deprecates faster than diarrhea! Then I thought, we like to travel so we aren’t home many weekends plus we go to the grandkids several weekends, plus I usually have a couple of golf outings, plus there are always a couple of weddings that take up a couple of weekends, so that leaves about 2 weekends free and usually the weather is bad one weekend so that leaves one weekend to go camping and just sitting there eating and sleeping and not feeling guilty about doing nutten. I decided I just will be uneasy sitting in our sun porch eating and sleeping that weekend. It fits me just fine I guess. IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure! Such is life.
IthinksobutIdon’tknowforusure! WildWilly says—Evil prevails when good men do nuttten! ~ Where you choose to place your trust will determine the direction and quality of your life. ~ Are you confused? Listen to the quiet voice of your Heavenly Father. He is not a God of confusion. Talk with Him; listen to Him; trust Him. He is steadfast, and He is your protector…forever. ~ God’s plan for you includes provisions for your spiritual, physical, and emotional health. ~ People are funny. When they are young, they will spend their health to get wealth. Later, they will gladly pay all they have trying to get their health back. Such is life. Folks, that’s just the way it is.
IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure—Iknowforsure! I recently hurt Arlene’s feelings. Why do I do that (i.e. makes me wanta kick a can)! I don’t want tooooooo but I do. I know why, ‘cause it’s my big ego getting in the way (i.e. that sucker is hard to control sometimes folks). I want to be humble but it just flares up. I gain nutten by hurting her. TheProfessor says—When a guy wrongs another he injures himself in return—someway, somehow, sometime. I love Arlene; she is a very nice person, so why do I hurt her (i.e. this week 42 years ago we were married in Wichert Reformed Church, Wichert, IL on a hot summer day--some of you were there—that’s the biggest break I caught in my life folks marrying Arlene Schaafsma). I’m a real small person when I hurt her and a real big person when I’m humble. I know that but I’m such a jerk at times. My Mom, Anna, would be disappointed with me; she always told me to do what is right and I did not do what was right. I like it when Arlene is happy (i.e. a happy wife is a happy life and don’t you forget that boys). Soooooo, I apologized and she forgave me once again but will I ever learn? IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure!
I didn’t see this happening! Oh no! Happenstance, na I don’t think so. That statement was taught to me by a friend. I like it. IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure! We sat in the same pew Sunday with some good old friends. They gave me the book Hoops For Hope--Take Your Best Shot” by Austin Gutwein to read (i.e. my personal copy). It’s a short book but powerful to me. I was looking for a book to read—happenstance, na I don’t think so. ANYWAY it’s about a young boy who made a massive huge difference in many folks’ lives in Africa. It was on the major TV networks (i.e. maybe you have seen it). It’s a good short read—it affected me (i.e. encouraging to me). It seemed like I lost some of my focus lately (i.e. tooooooo much ervie). Then Arlene and I were in a big box place in the metro the other day and ran into an old basketball player who played for me maybe 35 years ago (i.e. a friend to this day). We talked and he shared that he has a stepdaughter who he and his wife are caregivers to (i.e. I didn’t know that). I put the book experience together with his care giving and this is my thought. There are soooooooooo many of you out there who are such great folks but no one really know how great you are. You are “differencemakeres” in many lives but no one really knows and why you are soooooooo great is that you don’t want others to know. You are the salt of the earth—you aren’t glory seekers, don’t want your picture in the paper, don’t want to be the citizen of the year, the fan of the year or don’t need to advertise how great you are. You are just greatest folks on this earth. In the book it said—Folks who help affect someone else’s’ life will change their own life (i.e. I believe that—my opinion). Givers are always happy folks; takers are always miserable folks (i.e. my opinion). I know a lot you personally and I know what you do for others (i.e. a little anyway). You are great folks with huge, good massive hearts (i.e. real folks—I really dislike fakers). You’re my kind of folks. You don’t have to figure everything out; you just do the right thing (i.e. it’s plain and basic folks—don’t try to be important in the world’s eyes—make it a small private thing—you do things that others don’t see or appreciate). One of my heroes, Abraham Lincoln said—In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years. Soooooooooo don’t give up; continue to be generous with your time, ability, and your money. And do it with the right motive! Okay let’s get out there and do it folks! Do something bigger than yourself! Happenstance, na I don’t think so folks—A friend calls and wants have breakfast Friday morning (i.e. it was the icing on the cake). He reassured me that I had to get on the right focus again. He motivated and inspired me. MyFriendJean says—To be a good neighbor is one of life’s richest joys. Such is life.
IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure! We got our new taxes on our property (i.e. houses) in Butler County. Ours went up $96 to $2,410 annually on our house that is assessed by the assessor at $128,281. Some of you might think we life in a shack. We really don’t I don’t think, but everything is relevant. We built it in 1974 for $35,000 including the lot (i.e. my neighbor said he didn’t make any money on our house—ya right!). We were only going to live here a couple of years and then move on (i.e. had big plans). We are still in the same house. We had some money saved so we lived on one check and paid the house off with Arlene’s so in about 3 years we had the house paid for after paying our college debt. My Daddy, Chester, always told me—Interest is what you receive, not what you pay out. But he had an exception—I could borrow money on anything that appreciated in value, not depreciated in value. Ya gotta remember though we only made about $7,000 back then. Here is the story behind this: The new houses in P’burg (i.e. new ‘cause of the tornado) are all nearly twice the size and twice the insurance and taxes (i.e. some are paying 4 to 6+ thousand now). Ouchy ouchy! Yes, folks were treated right with insurance and some folks even took advantage of the insurance companies so…life goes on. Now some have got a big house and more expense. Much like having all the recreation stuff. So when asked to give to the church they say—We can’t afford it, our taxes are double and we have payments on our stuff, we have a tight budget. I’m not pointing fingers. I am really happy for many folks to have nice stuff. I really am. Many of you have huge massive incomes each year and have a huge massive net worth (i.e. everything is relevant) and are great givers (i.e. we need folks to make money and be good givers; otherwise there would be no mission projects) but I wonder if I do it right some times. I really do. IthinksobutIdon’tknowforsure!
I went into Scheels to price a seat pack for my bike (i.e. I just used duck tape and just taped my spare tube to my bike rack—it looked tacky a.k.a. cheap). Their selection was rather poor. As I was leaving I noticed their display of sunglasses past the check out (i.e. they know what they are doing folks—it’s all about money folks). I saw a pair I liked for $9.50. I bought a pair in Holland as mine broke a.k.a. cheap for 7.5 euros—I didn’t like them—I think they are girl glasses. ANYWAY I went to pay for them with my credit card. The gal said I needed my license as I didn’t sign the back of my card. I didn’t have it so I had to pay cash. It’s store policy she said and that’s why I don’t sign it. But I said to her—you know what, I used my credit card for maybe $5,000 in Europe and not once did they ask for my license. I IthinkIknowbutIdon’tknowforsure. Huh, interesting.
IthinksobutIdon'tknowforsure--IT'S SO DRY IN ARKANSAS ........ That the Baptists are starting to baptize by sprinkling, The Methodists are using wet-wipes, Presbyterians are giving rain checks, And the Catholics are praying for the wine to turn back into water! Hey, it’s not dry in IA, Iknowthatforsure!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—If you lighten the way for others, you’ll never be in the dark yourself.
August 7, 2010
Help Point!
Help Point! In the tube stations (i.e. subways) in London there were signs pointing to the Help Points. Help points were at certain strategic places which had three words under them—Fire, Emergency, and Information. Those could be good places to go if you have a problem folks.
GeorgeTheCrook says--Help point can be needed by us for many reasons; sometimes when we don’t even know it. Two friends were at a party held at the mansion of a billionaire. One said, “Wow! Look at this place! This guy has everything!” The other said, “Yes, but I have something he'll never have: enough.” Joesixpack says--I live simply. I hate waste and excess. I have a good apartment, a good laptop, and a few other basics. But the less I own, the happier I am. The lack of possessions gives me the priceless freedom to live anywhere anytime…Having too much money can be harmful. It throws off perspective. It makes people do stupid things like buy “extra” cars or houses they don't use - or upgrade to first class for “only” $10,000 so they can be a little more comfortable for a few hours.
I read this while eating my oatmeal with MI blueberries on in (i.e. MI blueberries are the best—It ain’t summer until I have MI blueberries on my oatmeal)—help point—God has placed His handiwork on display for all to see, and if we are wise, we will make time each day to celebrate the world that surrounds us. Today, as you fulfill the demands of everyday life, pause to consider the majesty of heaven and earth. It is as miraculous as it is beautiful, as incomprehensible as it is breathtaking. MissPerfect says—Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Saturday question—What music do you hear? Such is life.
You might think I’m crazy but the morning after we got back from London, I rode 62 miles with some buddies on RAGBRAI. Hey, it was going through Parkersburg so I just had to do it (i.e. we ate our way across 62 miles). When you ride with 10,000 bikers, it’s a help point all right. It’s a good opportunity/experience. Maybe when I get older maybe I’ll check my help point and not do such crazy things—and maybe not. Like my friend says—Let’s get going, we’re burning daylight! Such is life.
Help point! I wonder if sometimes we miss it. It’s like we don’t get it! A rookie pitcher was struggling at the mound, so the catcher walked out to have a talk with him: "I've figured out your problem," he told the young southpaw, "you always seem to lose control at the same point in every game." "When is that?" asked the kid. "Right after the national anthem."
Help Point. SusieQ says--Learn to be silent. Let your mind listen to absorb. Have you ever felt like you’re all thumbs and other days every thing seems to go oh so great? Have days when you had little ambition—other days just full of ambition? Some days sooooo positive and others sooooooooo negative? Some days sooooooo happy and some days rather sad? Some days full of hope and other days you just plain lack hope? Some days you are so excited and other days just lack excitement? Why do we feel sooooooo much different from one day to the next? How do you feel today?
CadillacJack says--The best things in life are not things—be a Minimalist. My favorite pair of hiking shorts had a little hole in the back on my butt. It wasn’t very big (i.e. I must have caught it on a rock or something while hiking). ANYWAY Arlene said it looked terrible; you could see what color my boxers are. It didn’t bother me at all. I wore the shorts several times while in Europe and my family thought it was terrible tooooooooo! I think they were jealous!!!!!! So I bowed to their wish and took ‘em to a BeckyTheFixer to have her sew the hole shut. I also brought along a favorite shirt that was coming part under my armpit. When I picked them up BeckyTheFixer said—You are picking up your favorite hiking shorts and shirt—ya, I am; I just really like them. BeckyTheFixer said—it seems when we get older they just feel better; new stuff just doesn’t mean as much anymore. I responded—Isn’t that true. And she said—in general, stuff just isn’t as important. That could be a help point in our lives. What do you think? Huh, interesting.
JoeBlow says—We’re like so many pinballs bouncing around a world of blinking lights and buzzers. There’s lots of movement and noise, but it doesn’t add up to much. That is what he says folks. JeanMyFriend says—May your life be like arithmetic—Friends added, enemies subtracted, joys multiplied and errors divided.
I have said it all along—We’re all mentally ill but just to different degrees. I read this in the London paper (i.e. so it must be right) on our plane ride back home: Eccentrics "could be labeled as ill” -- Eccentrics could be labeled as having mental disorders under planned changes to diagnostic guidelines, experts say. Proposed new diagnoses in an American mental health guide used around the world ”shrink the pool of normality to a puddle”, said Prof Til Wykes, from the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College London. So who is an eccentric anyway? There are really only two normal folks left in all the world—you and me!!!!! And I question you sometimes!!! Such is life.
Help Point! I got this message from one of our nieces who loves to travel and is very adventurous--Here's one of my favorite Mark Twain quotes for you ... seems appropriate now that you've "seen Europe." ~ Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
Help point. Power is power no matter what you say. When entering Switzerland, you have to purchase a pass that you put on your windshield for 40 Franks (i.e. maybe to help maintain the many tunnels). My kid sister & brother-in-law took care of all the car expenses and then billed us for our third so she wanted to put it on their credit card. To do this she had to go into the office. I went along just for the experience/opportunity. There was a trucker there who was filling out some paper work when a little, young lady came in and from what I figured out, he was parked in an illegal spot. He, we think, sorta kinda argued with her about it and the discussion when back and forth. Even though she was a little mite, she had the power. She left and said, we think, you move it now or I will ticket you. He grumbled but left and moved his truck. Power and money reins. Such is life.
One of my Help Points has been the gals at my office (i.e. they are soooooo smart and charming toooooo). ANYWAY I stopped to do a little work at the office the other day and one of them said—Watching someone else and doing it yourself is two different things! Now isn’t that the truth folks. Such is life.
I had breakfast with a friend the other morning. He told me that he is stretching his life (i.e. getting out of his comfort zone). He's doing some things that he normally doesn’t do—so what are you doing? He told me that he has got involved with some people that he has put off for years (i.e. visiting with some family and friends). So how does it make you feel—GREAT! Help point! Quit thinking about your money and self; throw those chips away, get your butt of the couch and do something folks. It will make you feel a lot better. And one more thing—do it with gumption!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—To stay young, associate with youth…to grow old, try to keep up with them.
GeorgeTheCrook says--Help point can be needed by us for many reasons; sometimes when we don’t even know it. Two friends were at a party held at the mansion of a billionaire. One said, “Wow! Look at this place! This guy has everything!” The other said, “Yes, but I have something he'll never have: enough.” Joesixpack says--I live simply. I hate waste and excess. I have a good apartment, a good laptop, and a few other basics. But the less I own, the happier I am. The lack of possessions gives me the priceless freedom to live anywhere anytime…Having too much money can be harmful. It throws off perspective. It makes people do stupid things like buy “extra” cars or houses they don't use - or upgrade to first class for “only” $10,000 so they can be a little more comfortable for a few hours.
I read this while eating my oatmeal with MI blueberries on in (i.e. MI blueberries are the best—It ain’t summer until I have MI blueberries on my oatmeal)—help point—God has placed His handiwork on display for all to see, and if we are wise, we will make time each day to celebrate the world that surrounds us. Today, as you fulfill the demands of everyday life, pause to consider the majesty of heaven and earth. It is as miraculous as it is beautiful, as incomprehensible as it is breathtaking. MissPerfect says—Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Saturday question—What music do you hear? Such is life.
You might think I’m crazy but the morning after we got back from London, I rode 62 miles with some buddies on RAGBRAI. Hey, it was going through Parkersburg so I just had to do it (i.e. we ate our way across 62 miles). When you ride with 10,000 bikers, it’s a help point all right. It’s a good opportunity/experience. Maybe when I get older maybe I’ll check my help point and not do such crazy things—and maybe not. Like my friend says—Let’s get going, we’re burning daylight! Such is life.
Help point! I wonder if sometimes we miss it. It’s like we don’t get it! A rookie pitcher was struggling at the mound, so the catcher walked out to have a talk with him: "I've figured out your problem," he told the young southpaw, "you always seem to lose control at the same point in every game." "When is that?" asked the kid. "Right after the national anthem."
Help Point. SusieQ says--Learn to be silent. Let your mind listen to absorb. Have you ever felt like you’re all thumbs and other days every thing seems to go oh so great? Have days when you had little ambition—other days just full of ambition? Some days sooooo positive and others sooooooooo negative? Some days sooooooo happy and some days rather sad? Some days full of hope and other days you just plain lack hope? Some days you are so excited and other days just lack excitement? Why do we feel sooooooo much different from one day to the next? How do you feel today?
CadillacJack says--The best things in life are not things—be a Minimalist. My favorite pair of hiking shorts had a little hole in the back on my butt. It wasn’t very big (i.e. I must have caught it on a rock or something while hiking). ANYWAY Arlene said it looked terrible; you could see what color my boxers are. It didn’t bother me at all. I wore the shorts several times while in Europe and my family thought it was terrible tooooooooo! I think they were jealous!!!!!! So I bowed to their wish and took ‘em to a BeckyTheFixer to have her sew the hole shut. I also brought along a favorite shirt that was coming part under my armpit. When I picked them up BeckyTheFixer said—You are picking up your favorite hiking shorts and shirt—ya, I am; I just really like them. BeckyTheFixer said—it seems when we get older they just feel better; new stuff just doesn’t mean as much anymore. I responded—Isn’t that true. And she said—in general, stuff just isn’t as important. That could be a help point in our lives. What do you think? Huh, interesting.
JoeBlow says—We’re like so many pinballs bouncing around a world of blinking lights and buzzers. There’s lots of movement and noise, but it doesn’t add up to much. That is what he says folks. JeanMyFriend says—May your life be like arithmetic—Friends added, enemies subtracted, joys multiplied and errors divided.
I have said it all along—We’re all mentally ill but just to different degrees. I read this in the London paper (i.e. so it must be right) on our plane ride back home: Eccentrics "could be labeled as ill” -- Eccentrics could be labeled as having mental disorders under planned changes to diagnostic guidelines, experts say. Proposed new diagnoses in an American mental health guide used around the world ”shrink the pool of normality to a puddle”, said Prof Til Wykes, from the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College London. So who is an eccentric anyway? There are really only two normal folks left in all the world—you and me!!!!! And I question you sometimes!!! Such is life.
Help Point! I got this message from one of our nieces who loves to travel and is very adventurous--Here's one of my favorite Mark Twain quotes for you ... seems appropriate now that you've "seen Europe." ~ Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
Help point. Power is power no matter what you say. When entering Switzerland, you have to purchase a pass that you put on your windshield for 40 Franks (i.e. maybe to help maintain the many tunnels). My kid sister & brother-in-law took care of all the car expenses and then billed us for our third so she wanted to put it on their credit card. To do this she had to go into the office. I went along just for the experience/opportunity. There was a trucker there who was filling out some paper work when a little, young lady came in and from what I figured out, he was parked in an illegal spot. He, we think, sorta kinda argued with her about it and the discussion when back and forth. Even though she was a little mite, she had the power. She left and said, we think, you move it now or I will ticket you. He grumbled but left and moved his truck. Power and money reins. Such is life.
One of my Help Points has been the gals at my office (i.e. they are soooooo smart and charming toooooo). ANYWAY I stopped to do a little work at the office the other day and one of them said—Watching someone else and doing it yourself is two different things! Now isn’t that the truth folks. Such is life.
I had breakfast with a friend the other morning. He told me that he is stretching his life (i.e. getting out of his comfort zone). He's doing some things that he normally doesn’t do—so what are you doing? He told me that he has got involved with some people that he has put off for years (i.e. visiting with some family and friends). So how does it make you feel—GREAT! Help point! Quit thinking about your money and self; throw those chips away, get your butt of the couch and do something folks. It will make you feel a lot better. And one more thing—do it with gumption!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
KR’s thought of the day—To stay young, associate with youth…to grow old, try to keep up with them.
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