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MY CORNER OF CYBER WORLD

NEW RULE: It will be against WALDEN WORLD rules to do anything else to upset the art of the game of " College football." It is OK to screw up PROFESSIONAL BALL all you want but DO NOT MESS WITH COLLEGE BALL.

Instant replay, daaaaa, the game of college football used to be a beautiful, artful thing. There wasn't any of this "you made a mistake let's check to see if you saw what you think you saw." The referees are a part of the game! Just like the weather, injuries, and stupid coaches decisions. Gone are the days of real football. Next thing you know we'll have a new rule called the "DO OVER RULE." If you miss a field goal you get a "DO OVER." Make a stupid decision, OK coach take a "DO OVER." Some body slips and falls or the ball slips out of someone grip, sorry didn't mean for that to happen I call "DO OVER."

How about that throwing the ball away when you are out of the tackle box? GOOD GRIEF! Quarterbacks may be important and we all want them to stay healthy but are they playing the game too. We tell defensive lineman "now now don't hit the quarterback." PLEASE!! This is not practice. This is the game. Next thing folks will do is make linemen wear weights so they all weight the same. We'll call this "the your guys are bigger than my guys rule" or "your guys are faster than my guys rule."

GOOD GRIEF!!! It is getting where if you really want to see a good game that has few excuses that are generated by folk outside the game you have to go to the corner lot where your neighbor hood is playing my neighbor hood.

Veterans Day - a legal holiday observed in commemoration of the end of hostilities in 1918 and 1945.


VETERAN - A person who has long time experience in the armed forces.


I'm not a "vet" but I'm well represented by my family. My uncle Hubert Anglin was in the Navy in the Pacific during WWII. He survived that war. My uncle Wendall Anglin was Airborne Army "parachuter" in Europe during WWII. He survived. My Uncle Wayburn Anglin was in the Army in Europe during WWII. He didn't make it home... died in a forest in Germany. My Dad was in the Army in Europe during WWII. He Drove in the "Red Ball Express."


I'm proud of my family that were a part of the American forces. Very proud, but there are others that make me stand in honored of the Veterans in my life.


The war that effected me most was the Vietnam War. It was my time, the time when I was young and had friends there and some didn't make it home. Most did make it back but they all left something in that country. It brings tears to my eyes and sadness to my soul to think about Vietnam. Perhaps I should had gone to Nam but I didn't because my draft number was 126. The year of my draft group the draft went through 123. Didn't bother me back then because no one wanted to go to Nam, well, no one with any sense. It was when I got to college and was playing football that I met a Sargent in ROTC that told me stories, real stories of what was really happening in Vietnam. From then on I've felt like I was suppose to go with my friends, that I might have let one of them down by not being there with them.


When I see how war has affected so many that made that journey into the face of death I am so thankful, but i hurt for them too. We who have not experience the sacrifice and hurt that war brands on lives cannot honor Vets enough.


It bothers me today that our nation has taken advantage of our armed forces with out repaying Vets for what they give willingly. Make God for us for not honoring these folk more and repaying them in every way available.


God bless the Veterans of the United States of America.

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My Corner of Cyber World

MCCW

New rule of my choosing because it is my corner of cyber world.

Law: Do what you are told to do.

Consequence for not complying: the employee will lick the stripes on the highway north from the corporation limits of Ridgeland MS to Canton MS beginning at 5:38 each Saturday morning until compliance is met.

Stupid people that get certified to be a teacher should teach students effectively and follow instructions given by an administrator who has more training and is responsible for the goings on of the school or get the heck out of the school. To these folk, their job is a pay check and nothing else.

So to those three drawing a pay check at my school, get the heck out!

WHO AM I?

I'VE BEEN INSPIRED TO SHARE SOME OF THE LIFE OF THE "SCREWYISH" PERSON I KNOW. ME SO FOR A WHILE BESIDES MY REGULAR STUFF I'M GONG TO SHARE SOME OF ME. IF THAT'S NOT OK THEN CHECK OUT THE HISTORY CHANNEL!

IT WON'T BE AS FUN OR SURELY REVELING BUT YOU WILL LEARN STUFF.

I was born at a very early age but don't remember to much about it. The first thing I remember is my front yard. Not much about it but I had a front yard. So first thing to share is special memories:

1. I remember my first kiss. I mean real kiss, not like kissing somebody good bye. I mean kissing somebody HELLO!. I was 15 and she was a year older than I was. I think I liked it so much I decided to make it a hobby, but to this day I am convinced that she kissed me. Oh Lord, I do believe that and I'm embarrassed to confess it cause you know guys like to ... well let's move on.

2. I remember the second kiss. I mean a real kiss not like a good night kiss. I was 16 and my hobby had not gone quiet as well as I had hoped. She was a cutie that I had known for a while. We had double dated and i had walked her to the house. We arrived at the steps and before I could thank her for a fun evening she jumped onto the second step and BAM! That's right my first "run baby run" kiss. To this day I don't remember whether or not I actually opened the door to the car or just went through the window.

3. I remember my first funeral. It was my Mom's dad, Pa. Several not so good memories from that funeral, actually I have no good memories from that.

4. I remember my hardest funeral of all. The funeral of my best "friend-dad", "Heavy" Malone. I've written about him before. For me the world was always better with him in it because i knew i could go to him and he would help. I missed spending time with him after he left our church because I thought I would bring bad memories to his mind. I never share with him about my depression and abuse. I thought he would think less of me. How stupid it that. I should have realized he was handling life better than I ever would. Maybe the saddest day of my life. Makes me cry.

5. I remember my first date with an angel. Chinese food and lots of laughs. WOW!

6. I remember standing over my daughters each at a single point in their early lives when I gave them back to God and began to pray for their husbands.

7. I remember sitting by my daughters beds when they opened their lives to Christ and became Christians. Both at the age of 6 and 6 1/2 years of age. WOW! I was there, I was there!

8. I remember my first car. 60 Chevy Impala, glass all the way around and enough knobs that I would have no problem disguising a microphones so I could record my dates and what they would say about me.

9. I remember my first dog, a fox terrier named Pogo. When I got him he had seed ticks on his face so bad that when I got them off the hair on his face and head fell out. He was a great great dog. He died my freshman year in college from cancer. He had been my best friend for a long time.

10. I remember a four down stand on the one yard line when we kept a team from scoring and i made 3 of the tackles. WOW it was neat!

FAIR IS FAIR, RIGHT?

Seems to me that this world we live in has a slanted view of fairness.

Is it fair that the ugly girls don't get as many dates as the pretty cheer leader types? Well... ?

Is it fair that some folk are short and can't see over the crowds? Well... I'm 6'4".

Is it fair that some folk can sing like an angel and then there are those like me?

Is it fair that you were dropped on your head when you were a baby? Well ... it might explain a few things.

Kids today think that unless things are the way they believe they should be then "it's unfair." If one person gets a larger piece of cake than the only it's unfair. Unless you treat me with the respect you give others then you are being unfair. Unless you give me what you give others, despite me not working as long, as hard or as productive you are unfair.

I have one thing to tell those of the world that think things are unfair. There is no such thing as "fair." Nothing in this world is fair, but there is justice. I see things as just and deal with things that way. Keep in mind that there is a lot of injustice in the world.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

SIR WILLIAM JOHNSON

THE BIG TWO FOR LITTLE BOO.

OCTOBER 31ST

FRIDAY VIDEO!

It's halloween so... One of the largest explostion in history.

ALSO A FEW GOOD FRIGHTS TO DUPLICATE IF YOU LIKE.

Accomplishments of Our President.

Obama's First Six Months' Accomplishments

1. Offended the Queen of England.

2. Bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia.

3. Praised the Marxist Daniel Ortega.

4. Kissed Socialist Hugo Chavez on the cheek.

5. Endorsed the Socialist Evo Morales of Bolivia.

6. Sided with Hugo Chavez and Communist Fidel Castroagainst Honduras.

7. Announced we would meet with Iranians with nopre-conditions while they're building their nuclear weapons.

8. Gave away billions to AIG also without pre-conditions.

9. Expanded the bailouts.

10. Insulted everyone who has ever loved a Special Olympian.

11.. Doubled our national debt.

12. Announced the termination of our new missiledefense system the day after North Korea launched an ICBM.

13. Released information on U.S. Intelligencegathering despite urgings of his own CIA director and the prior fourCIA directors.

14. Accepted without comment that five of his cabinetmembers cheated on their taxes and two other nominees withdrew afterthey couldn't take the heat.

15. Appointed a Homeland Security Chief who identifiedmilitary veterans and abortion opponents as "dangers to the nation."

16. Ordered that the word "terrorism" no longer beused and instead refers to such acts as "man made disasters."

17. Circled the globe to publicly apologize forAmerica's world leadership.

18. Told the Mexican president that the violence intheir country was because of us.

19. Politicized the census by moving it into theWhite House from the Department of Commerce.

20. Appointed as Attorney General the man whoorchestrated the forced removal and expulsion to Cuba of a 9-year-oldwhose mother died trying to bring him to freedom in the United States.

21. Salutes as heroes three Navy SEALS who took downthree terrorists who threatened one American life and the next dayannounces members of the Bush administration may stand trial for"torturing" three 9/11 terrorists by pouring water up their noses.

22. Low altitude photo shoot of Air Force One overNew York City that frightened thousands of New Yorkers.

23. Sent his National Defense Advisor to Europe toassure them that the US will no longer treat Israel in a specialmanner and they might be on their own with the Muslims.

24. Praised Jimmy Carter's trip to Gaza where hesided with terrorist Hamas against Israel.

25. Nationalized General Motors and Chrysler whileturning shareholder control over to the unions and freezing outretired investors who owned their bonds. Committed unlimited taxpayerbillions in the process.

26. Passed a huge energy tax in the House that willmake American industry even less competitive while costing homeownersthousands per year.

27. Announced nationalized health care "reform" thatwill strip seniors of their Medicare, cut pay of physicians, increasetaxes yet another $1 trillion, and put everyone on rationed care withgovernment bureaucrats deciding who gets care and who doesn't.

Friday Video on Wednesday

Halloween is coming and this is for those perverted Halloween people.

Tuesday MCCW on Wednesday

Sorry missed the regular MCCW yesterday so today I catch up.

Pregnant children are not pregnant by accident.

I remember hearing that in the "old" days the TV stations would announce "It's 9:00, Do you know where your children are?" Sounds funny but not to long ago a 13 year old wasn't allowed to go out by themselves. Not even on a Halloween night. Today they can pretty much go and do what ever and when ever they want. Parents are afraid that their children are going to miss out on something. Consider the heart ack and problems created when a "child" comes up "prego." Where do you go? What do you do?

Bethany Children Services is a great place to start when if you find yourself in that situation. Great folks that will help you make good decisions. There are other organizations but abortion is not an option. Sorry to say most that find themselves in that situation never consider adoption but also never consider the child, the child having the child or the child being had.

The world is full on children that have children but can't take care of the child or themselves. Therefore, Stop!

Stop not taking care of your children. Teach them to be responsible for their actions. Teach them to do what is right, NO SEX TILL MARRIAGE! Stop letting them go and do what the want to when they want to. Parents, you are in charge. Children are gong to be children. They do "childish" things! Good grief! Who is the adult here? Think of the damage you allow to happen to society. Think of the affect all these children have on all of our lives. Not having a father, being raised by the grand mother, the drain on our economy, the sacrifice of the educational process.

Stop! thinking of yourself and think of your children and the rest of us on this planet.

This is how I see it. If you can't control your children, instead of you getting money from the government you pay. Instead of you staying at home and the schools baby sitting your child, you pay someone else to take care of you children. I know it's a radical idea but, the schools are for educating your child and not for baby sitting or preventing you from having your morning nap interrupted.

A lot of people have problems. Being pregnant doesn't have to be one of them but, be real.

FRIDAY VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, I know I'm pushing the OOPS factor with this one but this old girl keeps popping up with words of wisdom. ?

I'm not sure but I think she's kin some how.

Who are you calling FAT!

Poor Jessica Simpson. People are making fun of her weight. Even in the animation of fox football. GOOD GRIEF!!!! The Girl is a fox! Not much of an actress but quiet a looker. If she had been caught in a sexual situation with young boys that would be one thing, but her weight???? Please! Where do people get off making fun of fat folks?? If you had any idea of why some folk are fat then you might shut your mouth!

As a child you eat what is put in front of you. It makes no difference that your parents are throwing down food providing a wonderful example, right? They give you food as a child to keep your mouth shut, to keep you occupied and out of their hair and when you get old enough they tell you if you want it cook it yourself. So you do, you fix what you want, all you want and you eat all you want. Now I don't hear any one calling your parents "fat child's parents."

Maybe some one has diabetes and are on medication to treat the dangerous disease. Did you ever think that the side effects for nearly all the meds is weight gain? Did you know that it is nearly impossible to loose weight while of insulin?! Did you think diabetics should wear a sign saying I'm fat because I'm a diabetic and take medicine to keep me from falling down dead.

Ever been depressed and just grabbed a Cookie to help you feel better? It's called "emotional eating" and a lot of people suffer from it. It helps some people with some relief from the disease of depression but the side effect is "fat." Considering another side effect for depression is "suicide" a few pound probably is OK.

So the next time you want to make fun of some one's weight consider the fight in life, their many fights. You aren't helping the problem with your mouth.

If you can't hold your tongue then consider this, I make carry some weight but I can maybe loose some weight. You are 'UGLY" and I don't think you can fix that.

It's a Mystery!

1. If you have sex with a prostitute against her will, is it considered rape or shoplifting?

2. Can you cry under water?

3. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

4. Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to?

5. Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

6. Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

7. What disease did cured ham actually have?

8. How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

9. Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours?

10. If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?11. Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

12. Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

13. Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.

14. Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural?

15. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

16. If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?

17. If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?

18. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

19. If Wylle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?

20. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

21. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

22. Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

23. Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

24. Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?

25. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the window? Why, Why, Why

26. Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?

27. Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money in the account?

28. Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

29. Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

30. Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

31. Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

32. Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

33.Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?

34. If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

35. Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

36. Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

37. Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

38. Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

39. Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

40. How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

41. When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?'

42. Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

43. In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

44. How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

And my FAVORITE.......The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

TUESDAY MCCW ON WEDNESDAY

SORRY TOO BUSY YESTERDAY SO CATCHING UP TODAY.

Topic: The Home

What is the responsibilities of the home? Ever thought about it? Yea, I'm talking about education again but really more than that. How about "yea" and "naw." Shouldn't it be a responsibility for the parent to teach a child to say yes, no or yes sir, no sir? Never mind that the job that a young person is interviewing for is in the balance, just the image a child presents is important. Yes it is the responsibility of the family to train their child.

Let's just cut to the chance. You guess it, list time.

Things that a family is responsible for for children:

1. Provide meals for a child.

2. Provide a place to sleep and do home work.

3.Provide materials for the child for school.

4. Provide transportation for a child to school and I don't mean their own car.

5. Provide the basic training that leads to respect for authorities.

6. Provide discipline to guide to self control.

7. Provide proper fitting clothes.

8. Provide proper preventive measure to keep a child below the age of 18 from getting tattoos that are ugly as mud or body piercing of a heathen manner.

9. Provide proper medical care.

10. Provide proper mental care.

11. Provide a good example for your child to follow after.

Now if a family can't do these things then:

1. Get yourself fixed!

2. Get yourself fixed!!

3. Stay away from people who are not fixed!!!

The problem in public school is not the terrible teachers, there are some, not the lack of materials, not the lack of support from the community, but the failure of the family to train the children and hold them accountable for their behavior. Where we in this state are failing is by basing the funding for public school on the number of student in attendance, the classroom each day. This forces the school districts to try to keep complacent, rude, disrespectful, defiant children in the classrooms with students that want an education. This is preventing the very best education for each child. Schools are being asked to do the job of the parents, cops and mental medical portion of society.

Anyway you look at it, the child looses and those of us that meet our responsibilities with our children loose.

COMING TO WORK

Monday, October 12, 2009, o7:03 AM

Series of events:

- Watch out!

- Use your @#*& turning indicator.

- I'm doing 5 mph over the limit so why are you on my tail!

- Sure go around on the right.

- oh yea, how do you feel now, yea boyeeeeeeeee! stuck beside that slow car and me over here where you can't get around!

- You are not even doing the limit, get to the right!!!!

- Put that phone down and drive, woman!

- Are you... no way, what are you eating? should you be driving!!!

- I'd like to get over, I'd like to get over please, I'd like to get over please, I have my blinker on thank you, ....... Let me over @#*& it!!!!!

- Can't you guys get up 30 minutes early and get out of my way!

- Hello police officer...

- Good grief!

- I told you guys to slow down, next time you'll listen to me.

- Yea yea yea, tell it to the Cop.

:) !

A FRIEND IS A FRIEND FOR EVER...

There are friends and then there are friends. I have strong feelings about friendship. I think it is one of those things that is sacred, like blood-brothers. I have had few friends in my life. Those people that you can count on no matter the situation, the people that you can tell things to and not have to wonder if they are going to spread the word to every village and farm, those people that you ugly cry about when they die. I also believe that I can be a friend to a person and they not be a friend to me. Now I have had that situation before and expect I'll have people I consider to be their friend again. It may be that they don't feel as strongly about a person being their friend as I do but that's OK.


My best friend is a woman known as Libby. I would do anything for her and expect nothing in return. I would tell her anything and expect her to keep my secrets. My BFFL Libby, wow.

I have another friend that is a little boy named Randi. He is my adopted son. He has blonde hair and likes to play and hang his head out the window. I would do anything for Rani because he loves me unconditionally and has been there for me many times. He is there when I cry and he listens to every word I say. He has never put me down. We are very close.

I'd like to share some pictures of friendship.


My friend, Randi, and I watch a little Tube together.


















My friend Libby soaking up the rays and broadening the mind. With Southern Living??







My friend Libby. Still on the beach!

Here are some examples of friends. I don't know them personally but it only takes a glance to see that these to are best buddies.

Now that's a friend!

Friday Video!!!!!!

October, the fall month, the Halloween season, and Sir William Johnson's birthday. Wow! things to come will blow your mind. Just wait, but you don't have to wait for the Friday Videos.

First, I'm all for exercise and being healthy and today you can find all kinds innovative ways to burn those calories and still have fun. This video is of a young guy that is trying to combine the treadmill and dance. judge for yourself whether he is successful.

OH YEA, BOYEEEEEEE!

"MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE CYBER WORLD"

Today I am launching a new feature to Walden's World. I'm declaring it as My little Corner of Cyber World or MCCW. I came to an awareness that if you are reading this you were invited not demanded to come in and enjoy, get mad at, or be disgusted at what you read. No hold barred on my part and on yours either if you decide to comment but don't feel you have to unveil you real opinion.

OK, today's MCCW topic is texting while driving. Let be real about texting, can we? First, texting is of the devil because it cost money. I mean you already have a contract for your cell phone and now they want you to pay for texting. Please! why should I keep paying out for text when i can make a call???! Second, who would ever create something that would cause embarrassment for those of us that can't SPELL! Oh, sure now I have to learn that short hand text stuff. Good Grief!!!! Third, it's dangerous...

if you looked carefully you can see it makes you drive from the wrong side of the car.

FRIDAY VIDEO!

First I must apologize #1 for not blogging any more than I have but things have been busy. Second I must apologize #2. The incoming videos have been either to political or just not worth the sharing. So with that in mind I'd like to share so "shorties." (Pictures and Statements).

Statements: "and that's how the fight started"

#1 One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a Cemetery plot as a Christmas gift.

The next year, he didn't buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.
#2 My wife walked into the den & asked "What's on the TV?" I I replied "Dust"

And that's how the fight started.
#3 A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.

'The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'

And that's how the fight started.
#4 My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 200 in about 3 seconds. I bought her a scale.

And that's how the fight started.
#5 I asked my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?' It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.

'Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!' she said.

So I suggested, 'How about the kitchen?'

And that's how the fight started.
#6 I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. 'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.' He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?' 'Nah, she can order for herself.' And that's how the fight started.

OK, a shortie picture of Spider Kid

Sorry but it just seems right to repeat this. shoot.

FRIDAY VIDEO!!!!

OK, I had a real cool one for you but I CAN'T FIND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway I went into the Old Coaches vault and pulled out one of my very favorites. If you've seen it before go ahead a laugh again cause you know it's big gasy blasty gooooood. As Forest would say "Stupid is as stupid does."

SALUTE!

Salute to those that make a difference!

Today I salute Ms. Payne, my 11th grade English teacher. Wonderful lady who care for me and every other student she ever had. She always started class with her own style commentary of something happening around "us." Once she talked about Janis Joplin, a very cool singer from my "day." One of my favorites noted for her profanity and filthy mouth, but a groovy singer. Ms. Payne always place an importance on reading and had a regular monthly sale of books that she would order. It was encouraging to me to hear her say something good about me buying books. I think she thought I was actually reading them. Well, I actually was trying to read but I was having problems with reading. Through my coach, Coach Bob Stevens, and Ms. Payne i had some tests made and discovered that one of my eyes was a little screwy. One eye was looking at the line I was reading while the other was about half a line down, therefore making it difficult to concentrate and made me feel like a dog on a summer afternoon looking for the shade tree to nap under. It it hadn't been for Ms. Payne I might never had found the love I have for reading and did as well as I did in high school and went on to be the only person in my family to go to college.

Ms. Payne is one of those rare teachers that make you more than you are because she believes you are and helps you believe you are.

I love Ms. Payne. Thank you Ms. Payne.

SALUTE!!! TO MS. PAYNE.

Friday Video!!!!

OK, You know they say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, here are a few pictures that are worth the look. They'll make you shake your head and go daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The "Car Cycle."

Are we lost or what?

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The WORD of God tells us that we should PRAY always. Well, it does say that although it really means we should be aware of GOD every moment of life. Prayer is a part of many of our most sacred traditions. Saying the blessing before eating a meal teaches our children to recognize God as our supplier. So many more traditions are painted by the sacred Christian act of prayer but now, but now! BUT NOW WHAT!!!

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In 1952 President Truman established one day a year as a National Day of Prayer.
In 1988, President Reagan designated the first Thursday in May of each year as the National Day of Prayer. This year however, President Obama, decided to cancel the ceremony at the White House not wanting to offend anyone. Presidential candidate Barack Obama declared the USA was no longer a Christian nation.

Now see if you can wrap your brain around this: On September 25, 2009 from 4am until 7pm, a National Day of Prayer for the Muslim religion will be held on Capitol Hill, beside the White House. They are expecting over 50,000 muslims that day in DC. The website (yes, there is a very informative website) is: www..islamoncapitolhill.com Pay particular attention to the very bottom of the page: "OUR TIME HAS COME". Could it be that the REAL agenda of the President is becoming more plain? The evidence is there.

The scripture verse in 2 Chronicles 7:14 says "if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." ..... this becomes more important each day.

Well, I've never been in politics but I guess the time to stand up is now.

IF NOT NOW WHEN!

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My new question to ponder is "WHY?"

WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE'S A WAY.

With the economy being as it is some families are being forced to make concessions to family traditions, but you can't keep a southern family from celebrating Labor Day in style.





Exhibit #1:

YES!

Friday video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, you have to watch closely, I mean very close. As if the dog was not fantastic watch Letterman shakes the dog's hind foot instead of the boy's hand.

Just in case you don't get a jiggle out of this Video watch this kid in this line dance. You know some parents teach their kids to read. Some parents teach them to line dance.

Old Story, New Lesson

I love those fable things. You know stories with life lessons that has to do with every one but you. here's a twist on the one about the Ant and the Grass Hopper. Just if you were wondering... I'm a "Ant Hopper."

OLD VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!

MODERN VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC , PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.' Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant 's house where the news stations film the group singing, 'We shall overcome.' Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake. Nancy Pelosi & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share. Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bug sand, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ants food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote in 2010.


Gentleman and Ladies start you fund raising!

What a deal or what's the deal?

Read some interesting information about the "Cash for Clunkers Program" that some one on the Obama came up with. It's really going to save us a lot of money. Right?!

Leaders from the independent aftermarket were among the most vocal against the program, and they continue to be so after the fact. As, CARQUEST's Pete Kornafel, chairman of the GAAS scholarship committee,writes:Here's some math from your stories ballyhooing the fact that the average clunker got 15 mpg and the average replacement gets 25.· A vehicle at 15 mpg and 12,000 miles per year uses 800 gallons a year of gasoline.

· A vehicle at 25 mpg and 12,000 miles per year uses 480 gallons a year.
· So, an average clunker transaction reduces U.S. gasoline consumption by320 gallons per year.
· The total is about 700,000 vehicles - so that's 224 million gallons/year.
· That equates to a bit over 5 million barrels of oil.
· 5 million barrels of oil is about ¼ of one day's U.S. consumption.
· And, 5 million barrels of oil costs about $350 million dollars at $75/bbl.
· So, we all contributed to spending $3 billion to save $350 million.

How good a deal was that???

FRIDAY VIDEO!!!!!!!

One of the best I've seen in a long time. Makes me want to say "How'd they do that?"

"DYNOMITE!!!!!!!"

Answers to Katie's blog's question.

1. When you go to Wowmart, what one thing do you get every single time, besides a funky-wheeled squeaking cart full of frustration?
Diet Sam's colas. I drink a two liter every day at school in my office.

2. What is something that people are currently "into" that you just don't get or appreciate? Special coffees, Blaaaaaaaa!

3. What is something that really hoists your sail that other people might feel "ho-hum" about?
Garlic Bologna and Cheddar cheese "samitch"

4. Favorite song to sing in the shower or car?
The same song I sing in the truck. The one that I don't know the words to. The one that I make up.

5. A really great salad must have this ingredient:
cheese, cheese, and more cheese.

6. Advice in a nutshell to new bloggers (one or two sentences):
write what you feel but write

7. What was the alternate name that your parents almost named you?
Robert

8. What in your life are you waiting for?
PEACE

9. You get a package in the mail. What is it, and who is it from?
It is something a part for something that I have to fix from a company that had the part.

10. Today--what song represents you? "Here's a quarter call someone who cares."

11. What is one thing that blogging has taught you about yourself?
I can think up some funky stuff and I should think before I write.

12. How are you going to (or how did you) choose the clothes you're wearing today? What do they say about you in general or specifically how you're feeling today?
I always wear white shirt and solid color pants, usually blue/black. It keeps me from pining OK what matches. It destresses me so I guess it says I'm usually stressed.

"and that's all I have to say about that."

Hey Pop!

Today I wanted to say something about my Pop. The thought came to my mind after hearing a staff member talking about his mother not "knowing she is in the world." My Pop never lost his mind. He always knew who I was, even to the day before the night he died. I've begun to see the image of my Pop when i look in the mirror. I think it is suppose to be that way, but it is a little spooky. I had a good dad although there were things I wish he had done differently. OK, maybe a lot of things, some I won't mention, but maybe one of the top things I wish he would have done differently would be talking to me. Not just talking to me but talking TO, with, me. I guess my Pop said more in what he did than what he said. He wasn't very educated and his opinions were in concrete. I wish my Pop had told me more about his growing up and my grandfather. My Pop never said "I love you boy" much but I never doubted it.

I love my Pop but I'd really enjoyed talking to him more.

OBAMA MAMA, THE TRUTH???

Let me get this straight.

Obama's health care plan will be written by a committee whose head says he doesn't understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn't read it and whose members will be exempt from it, signed by a president who smokes, funded by a treasury secretary who did not pay his taxes, overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that is broke.

What could possibly go wrong? Is this what happens to you have a "Chia" developed about you???

ANT, RUBBER TREE PLANT?

Long Long ago there was a song about High Hopes and an ant moving a rubber tree plant. The whole idea was to not give up. The picture of a small ant moving a big rubber tree plant is one like David and Goliath.



I've always liked a challenge and have turned down very few in this life so when I found out that I had two breaks in the water line to my house, one being under the drive way I decided to save myself a LOT of money and do the water line myself. So with the help of a master plumber I sit out.



Now I stand to save myself a large amount of money because to just bust up the drive way was a chunk of change. NO, I'm not that motivated by cash but I recently lost a dear friend by the name of "Shirley", my 1982 CB650 Night Hawk Honda motorcycle and it is hard for me to justify purchasing another bike when i have to send megabucks on plumbing. Hench, the mega project.



OK, Saturday a week ago I began with some assistance from my son-in-law. I had already dug the area that was needed to take the first step which was "pushing" a 3/4" copper pipe under the drive I want bore you with the reasons for certain materials or my reasoning for using certain methods. I will suffice that "Jerry said" and that's enough.



Now everything should have gone smooth and I would not be writing about hopefully being finished this week but... while pushing the copper pipe I got about 3/4 way and ran into something that would not allow the pipe to go an inch further. This meant another effort and when they say push, they mean push so the fatigue had started to set into my arms. Now you push a pipe with the assistance of water shooting through it, so things were rather muddy now. 7/8's the way to completion and another blockage but after some serious effort we finally broken through that one. Exhaustion had set in on me and considering I had the son-in-law working on his birthday I dismissed him and took a break.



I love my son-in-law but he would be the first to admit that he rides the short bus when it comes to understanding how somethings should be done. He works hard and knows a lot of stuff about electronics, computers, music, conducting... OK, maybe I'm the one that should be on the short bus. Anyway, I ended up going behind him digging the trenches deeper, much deeper. Of course the part I was digging was mostly "clay." That sticky heavy industrial type clay. The kind you have to scape off before you can dig any more. GOOD GRIEF!!!!



Sunday afternoon digging. Monday digging. Tuesday digging. Wednesday digging. Thursday digging. Friday digging and finally some pipe laid. Saturday some more digging and then more pipe laying. Close now! Right? Well, after several chunks of wood (2x6) and several chunks of asphalt, one at least 2'x3'x6", I was ready for the master to connect and me do the back fill.

Now I know that it's not over so I'm waiting for the Master plumber to call and say.... so we'll finish this story tomorrow.

Friday Video 09-10 season

The commerical of the year? Maybe.

Make an impact, do something big, make a difference, leave a mark.

I've heard these short statements all my life. Some have been in an effort to motivate me to be more than I was or something I wasn't. Of course you hear them as a lead in to some written story of article.

Let me think... da... Just what does it mean to "Make an Impact."

To do something that leaves a mark that is recognizable by others because of your efforts. Not bad.

Let me think... da... Just what does it mean to "Do Something Big."

To do something in a bigger way than some one else has done... naaaa.

To do something that will have a bigger effect of others because of the effort you put in. OK.

Let me think... da... Just what does it mean to "Make A Difference."

To change something from what it was to something difference but

better.

Let me think... da... Just what does it mean to "Leave A Mark."

To sign your name... naaaa. To leave evidence of your efforts in a positive way.

OK, OK, what is really being said. There are some folk that are simply living. There's not much difference in them and a tree, others live to live, and still others live to survive. BUT there are those who live to give because another has given. Christian folk are like this or most are. They want their time to make a difference, have an impact, do something big, or leave a mark.

The challenge is to simply "LIVE" with a few simple things in mind:

1. God loves you and makes a difference in your life by doing something big by leaving His mark on you.

2. God will supply all your needs.

3. You can do anything with God's help.

4. Nothing you do for God is wrong.

5. God gave you a sound mind.

6. In this world you will tribulation.

I figure it this way. If you want to have an impact, make a difference, do something big, or leave your mark, seek Him and you will find Him. Acknowledge Him and He will direct your path.

BIG BROTHER IS WHAT????

I HAVE SHOULD GREAT RESTRAIN IN COMMENTING ABOUT THE TV SHOW "BIG BROTHER" UNTIL NOW. Good grief!!! The idea of this show is to be the last one in the house and you get $500,000. It doesn't matter that you must sacrifice all you character and morals for some bucks. Of course in this day folk will do a lot for a little cash much less $500,000. All the activity is done in front of the American public on TV and if you are someone that has access you can watch what goes on after the show. Now that is when the four letter words are brought out and the really nasty stuff happens.

Of course there are sexy beautiful girls, hunky guys, and the ... "QUEERS" and they all choose sides and do stupid stuff the entire show.

So I think that gives you an idea of how i feel for about the show. So how why do I watch it? One word... wife! She is obsessed! Recording the stuff for later, talking on the phone about it... good grief!

Big Brother is just another version of the world wide "SOAP OPERA."

I'm sure there will be Big Brother re-runs with guest commentary.

When do I get something?

I see so many people who are constantly wanting something that they think is their "right."

"Rights", as defined by Merrian-Webster's dictionary, "something to which someone has a just claim or which one may properly claim as due, a power of privilege to which one is justly entitled."

"Rights", as defined by Big Bob, "something that is genuinely yours because of payment in a form accepted by mankind whether it be financial, effort based, not free because someone told you it was."

Let's use the example of education, a topic I should know about due to my 36 years in the field. The United States constitution guarantees the right for US citizens to free education. The truth is at the expense of the citizens of the United States. This does not mean free day care for pre-K through 12 grade. This does not mean free breakfast and lunch. This does not mean free transportation to and from anything related to school functions.

To those who want to claim all those "rights" I say, "WHEN DO I GET SOMETHING?" When do I get the respect I have earned by putting up with the disrespect? When do I get the pay I've earned by being on the bottom of the salary scale for 36 years? When do I get the support needed to do what some many think I can but is impossible without support from the family that doesn't exist?

For those who will listen, it is my "right" to expect something different . I've earned it!

WARNING! DANGER AHEAD IN LIFE

I don't care who you are or who your folkes are you are gong to reach the point where it just doesn't mater any more. Heed my caution because it does happened. No matter what the situation that brings you to that point, you will just give out. Maybe you're tired of someone taking credit for your good job or maybe your good jobs go unnoticed or maybe you keep trying and failing or maybe you are not appreciated for your efforts beyond the call of duty or it just doesn't seem that you are making a difference. It might be your boss or their boss or those you work with or your coach or your best friend or your wife or husband or your mother or your father or your brother or your sister or your pastor or your children or your cause or your mission in life but something will bring you to the point that you give up.

When I played football at MSU we would start the year with 2 or 3 weeks of 2 or 3 a-day practices. Each practice was usually 2 1/2 or 3 hours long. It's not like it is now where you got all the water you wanted or could suck oxygen on the side lines. Just as hot but without any special treatment. After the first day a few folk had fallen out from the heat and usually 2 or 3 guys were put in the campus hospital for dehydration. Heck, Gator aid hadn't been out for long. You had blisters on both feet and you had to put corn starch on them because each blister was busted open. You could hear guys yelling out at night because of the leg cramps and if you were lucky you didn't have to go to treatment at 6:00 AM. We were told that we would want to die but that our bodies would stop before we died and then the coaches would take care of us because it was to late to replace us with some freshmen. Every factor to beat you was there, physical exhaustion, mental fatigue, spiritual challenges. They told us it was the way character was built and in the forth quarter when others were giving up we would have the courage to go on. Of course this was with the assumption that that we all would face the same challenges. How about when you are in the forth quarter, you are behind 4 touch downs, you've been on the field 80% of the game, there is only 1 minute left in the game, 90% of the fans in the stands are gone and the rest haven't left because they are the parents and band, you have had the flu but it has been kept quiet so the other team wouldn't fine out and you haven't won but 2 games the entire season.

What do you do? What.... do.... you.... do....? Knowing what you do will have an ever lasting affect on your life what do you do?

Now, there is a point in your life, it's coming, when you give up and say "it just doesn't matter."

You'll tell yourself that "it doesn't matter" but believe me it does. That is the character that isn't made on the field, it's built from experience with things that are greater than we are. don't call it "luck" because there is nothing to doubt about the source.

Some rambling today. Right? Well for all the folk that read this, a little rambling is OK.

GOOD STUFF!

I know I haven't finished the New York adventure yet but I will. I'm figuring that the longer I drag on the more I'll forget. YEP!

This is a New York picture "thang" put together by my baby. Hers and my pictures but her put together. This is also her mission blog.

http://spreadintheloveofchrist.blogspot.com/2009/08/nyc-wrap-up-video-style.html

Cut and paste if you have to.

:)

"China town, my China Town..."

OK, in between our missions we took in some sight seeing. Yep CHINA TOWN! so I have pictures and commentary.

Here you see the Chinese Museum of base ball caps.

Easy to read sign help you get the most of your ... press 3 for Chinese.

Chinese "Stop-n-Go"

Getting information froma "local."

I understand everything.

Who Said That, WAS THAT ME?

Day three in New York

OK, today is day three and I've had to sleep on this micro bed again. I miss that big bed back in the USA where I live.I stayed up last night to study and seek the LORD for a message to the masses today. We are off to St. Paul's Mission to bring spiritual food and a good meal to the homeless. Now the St. Paul's mission is not quiet like St. Paul's. It is a section of a building and no way resembles a mission. After walking and running (in my case a brisk job) to the subway via stairs and more stairs we arrived and were directed to a stair way going down which was almost big enough for me height and width wise. There we found a fairly large room with a few guys drinking coffee. I had been praying ever since my eyes had opened after my brief night's rest that God's Spirit would speak through me and that I would be able to take off "Walden" and put on Jesus.

As we began the numbers increased till we had 40 maybe 50 men and women some what eager to get on with "the day." Some excellent singing and music and then it was my turn...

Now I have to inject something here to show you how He works...

I'd been praying about my future and what I could do when I retired from assistant principling. I've had lot of opportunities to speak for the LORD mostly during high school and college. I did love it so but the time came when I needed to put my efforts into other things like Libby, Anna, and Katie. I've been praying for the opportunity to speak for a long time and here it was. God had answered my prayer,not a grand scale like speaking to hundreds of people but in a no less important stage, the St. Paul's homeless shelter. It was at that moment, that very moment when the last song was sang that I actually felt the "Walden" melt away and the Jesus begin to speak. Nothing that they'll write an article in the New York Times about but a moment it time where Christ reached out to a bunch of homeless hurting needful people and one fat white guy.

I guess to those observing you could say things when OK but to me, I will never be the same. Afterwards we helped put up tables and chairs and as I sled a chair under one table this mid-aged guy came up to me and began to thank me and shared with me the love of God. We both celebrated the love of God right there. I looked deep into his eyes and stared deep inside him. He began to sing "this is the day, this is the day that the LORD has made that the LORD has made. I will rejoice I will rejoice in him.." His voice got softer and softer and found myself singing the next word as if he was waiting for me to sing with him as a confirmation of the presence of God. Yes, we sang the whole song standing there. Me staring at him, he staring at me and the whole while people around us moving tables and chairs. GLORY TO GOD!

WOW! I can close my eyes and see that guy right now.

OK, it was meal time and we brought the food from up stairs to the guys in this lower room and then cleaned the entire place. The same room we had worshiped in a hour before I was now moping. Got hot in there too. I've always been a sweater and today was no different. Soaking wet was the order of the day.

The Bowery Mission Chapel and de choir.

Off we go because we were meeting the others for our second service for the day at the Bowery Mission. More waling, stairs, subways and more stairs. We arrived at the RED DOORS of the Bowery and entered the chapel. A beautiful sanctuary where we would sing and bring another message. Since we had hooked up with the rest of the group they began to practice and I began to pray again. The prayer was the same for the "Walden" to melt away and Jesus take over. This time I had the whole choir and support, not like the 10 at St. Paul's.I wanted them all to experience what I had felt at St. Paul's. I shared with them what our purpose was and that they played a role in everything that would happen. I asked each one to take a pew and pray for those who would sit on that pew being as specific as they could that Christ would speak to them specifically.

As the service began I stood in the back and listened to the choir sing and sing they did. It was clear that they had opened themselves to God's will of telling the Gospel. It prepared the chapel and certainly prepared me. As they ended the singing I began to walk from the back of the chapel telling everyone I passed that "He is here today, He is here for you today." I don't remember much after that but afterwards a bunch came up and said things went well and that the way I added the accent was great. What accent?? Well, I'll never know, but God is good and he answered my prayers and it was a great experience.

I was exhausted after that and after some sight seeing I decided to stay in as the heathen members of the family went to a song a dance restaurant that night.

So what did I learn this day about New York. Well, sounds like another list to me...

What I learned about New York on the third day:

1. New York folk don't smile.

2. New York folk wear sun glasses so you can't see their eyes.

3. They don't put up the stairs at night in New York.

4. God answers prayer, even in New York.

POLOTICS AINT FOR ME.

I'm not into politics but the older I get the more I listen to what might be happening and pay attention to what is happening. I got the letter that is verified as the real deal. Note the author is a very well thought of author and business man.

Check it out:

I saw Neil Cavuto’s interview with Lou Pritchett today on FOX News, and must say that he is a very well-spoken 77-year-old, and a man who knows a thing or two about running a business! Not unlike Gerald Walpin who was shamelessly fired by the Obama administration, for what appear to be completely false reasons, calling him ‘Confused and Disoriented.’ That might be a better description of the typical Obama supporter right now as they suffer from the cognitive dissonance created by loving Obama so much on the one hand, while the economy crumbles, unemployment soars, and our country is being transmogrified right before our very eyes into a nanny state. But without further ado, here’s the aforementioned letter:

An Open Letter to President Obama by Lou Pritchett

Dear President Obama:
You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me.
You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.
You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.
You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.
You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.
You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don’t understand it at its core.
You scare me because you lack humility and ‘class’, always blaming others.
You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see America fail.
You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the ‘blame America’ crowd and deliver this message abroad.
You scare me because you want to change America to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.
You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.
You scare me because you prefer ‘wind mills’ to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves.
You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides the highest standard of living in the world.
You scare me because you have begun to use ‘extortion’ tactics against certain banks and corporations.
You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.
You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.
You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.
You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.
You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O’Relllys and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view.
You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.
Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter in 8 years.

Lou Pritchett

Note: Lou Pritchett is a former vice president of Proctor & Gamble whose career at that company spanned 36 years before his retirement in 1989, and he is the author of the 1995 business book, Stop Paddling & Start Rocking the Boat. Mr. Pritchett confirmed that he was indeed the author of the much-circulated “open letter.” “I did write the ‘you scare me’ letter. I sent it to the NY Times but they never acknowledged or published it. However, it hit the Internet and according to the ‘experts’ has had over 500,000 hits.

He scars me too.

Man, I wish I had said that!

I try to read more than I have ever read before in this life but there are several reasons I don't. But maybe I do read more than I have in the past, I just might not realize it. I've always had a reading handicapp, my vision, but I think I have always had another handicap, that being my spiritual vision. It's "kinda" one of those things that is affected by your mental state. Of course I've mentioned that I do suffer from depression and continue to battle the emotional imbalance that plays a role that suffering. I found this message from my baby's blog that really tells of a feeling that I experience often. Who do you listen to? What do you believe of what you hear?

Read this and decide for yourself who, what, when...

Forgetting who we are.
My wife and I spent Thanksgiving in Pensacola, Florida a few years ago. Since our kids go to bed awesomely early, 6:30 eastern, we were stuck in the hotel by ourselves at 5:30 central time every night. There are few things as depressing as sitting on a bed for five straight hours in a Sleep Inn hotel room. In addition to suck your soul out fluorescent lights, the room had kind of this potpourri of bad smells. It was part smoke, part cat, part old Hardee’s hamburger and a smidge of feet.It was admittedly a good time to catch up on conversation with my wife, but after a few straight days of staring at each other, we were both a little stir crazy. One night I walked down to the BP gas station that was beside the hotel.Behind the counter at the gas station was a sad woman in her mid thirties. She looked tired, like maybe life was hard for her a decade too soon. Like maybe she didn’t get to be a kid long enough and all that adulthood was starting to catch up on her.On the outside of her hand was a small greenish gray tattoo of an X. I was curious about what it meant, so I asked her the significance. Here is her response:“Oh that? That doesn’t mean anything. My mom gave me that one night when she was drunk.”That was a kind of weird answer, so I asked her how old she was when it happened. She scrunched up her face for a second in concentration and then said, “I think I was 13.” When I was 13, I was really concerned about my clothes. I was worried that my mom would buy me a Knights of the Round Table shirt instead of Polo. Or that I would have Reeboks instead of Nikes. These were the kinds of things I focused on, because at that age, kids would tease you for the smallest thing.But what about showing up to school one Monday with a jagged, bloody green x tattooed on your hand? What was that experience like? How would kids react to that? Didn’t it hurt when her mom gave her that? She was drunk, writing on her daughter with a shaky hand and a hot needle.I thought about that the rest of the trip and was considering writing about the marks that our parents give us. They’re not all as obvious as that and many are actually positive, but I realized that was a narrow way to look at it, because it’s not just parents that give us marks. It’s coworkers and spouses and friends and strangers. And when we don’t know they’re there, sometimes they actually stick.Someone once asked me to review a memo at work that included some disparaging remarks about my writing ability. There on page 4 was a giant circle with a big red line through it that said "Fluff" and a sentence that promised a coworker was going to eliminate my fluff writing. The person that handed me the memo didn't realize it was about me. They wanted me to focus on a completely different section of the document but my eye caught some criticism about the company's writer, and since I was the only writer there, I couldn't help but read what was written.As I walked back to my desk, I was crushed. I felt like my complete lack of value had not only been noticed but captured in a memo. In the quietness of my head though, I felt like God popped in and said, "Hey, that memo doesn't get to define who you are. I do. And I say you are my son." I was blown away and instead of spiraling into despair and shame over that memo, I went back to my desk and wrote what was probably the best thing I've ever written for that company.I wish that single event was enough to forever shake off the bad marks I've got on me, but it isn't. I still doubt. I still believe the lies of the marks. I still, like lots of other Christians, forget who I am. I still give other people's words too much power. I don't have it all figured out. Instead, more than anything, life feels like it’s been a long series of believing that I am not who other people define me to be, I am a son of God. I am God’s work of art. And the more I have been open to believing that, the more He’s shown me it’s true.The thing I realized, is that an experience can't change that. My relation to God is not a mark. It is not a big tattoo or a little sticker, it is who I am. I can not completely cover that up or blot it out with failure. The prodigal son tries, he completely messes up his life. But more importantly, he shows how sometimes, the worst marks are the ones we give ourselves. “I’m a bad husband. I’m a terrible employee. I’m ugly.”These are the words we sometimes hear from ourselves and they are the kind of words the prodigal son tries to say to his father. (I have written about this story so many times it's getting a bit ridiculous but I love the lessons it has for us.) When the prodigal son rehearses his homecoming speech, he decides to conclude it with, “make me like one of your hired men.” That was the last thing he was going to say. But when he speaks to his father, that is the one thing he is not allowed to speak. The rest of his speech comes off without a hitch. “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.”These words are delivered without incident, but he doesn’t ever get to say “make me like one of your hired men.” Why is that?Why are those eight words left out? You can certainly read that as just accidental, that regardless of the words, the father was going to cut him off before he finished speaking. And maybe that’s right. But when I read that, I read a father stopping a son from saying something the father would never do. The father would never make him like one of his hired men. He would never give the son a new mark of slavery. He would never call him employee, instead of son. So he doesn’t even let those words out. He stops him because no new mark would be given that day. The old truth, the one at the core of the son, still holds true.Despite the pigpen and the prostitutes, the dirt and the deception, the father doesn't see a hired man.He sees a son.He sees his child.And that changes everything.

See what I mean.

TTFN

REMEMBER COLUMBINE?

I DO AND I NEVER WILL FORGET IT AND THE AFFECT IT HAD ON ME. I was the assistant principal at a high school when the event occurred. I had made a habit of going to a local YMCA for a long swim. AS i entered the dressing area I noticed that EVERY ONE was starring at the big screen TV at what had happened. I was not aware of all the details but I noticed that it had drawn everybody to the set. I listened to their comments. Not many knew me and what I was about so they were pretty free about what they said.

My experiences to that point in my career had included several events that included weapons. Mostly knives and stuff like that. One had to do with a 8th grade student from another school who came on my campus to find another girl but she found me. She raise the loaded 38 and pointed at me. In a calm voice she stated she would shoot me. After which seemed to be several minutes she continued the her search with me and a counselor on her tail.

I can close my eyes and see the tips of the bullets in the pistol. That vision created a sensitive attitude when it comes to school violence. It took me several months to get some what over Columbine. I do guess I will never get over that kind of event.

I wanted you all to get this message. So take it in.

Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton , Colorado,was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee's subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful. They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness.

The following is a portion of the transcript: "Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.

"The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used... Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain's heart. "In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA - because I don't believe that they are responsible for my daughter's death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended.. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel's murder I would be their strongest opponent.

I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy -- it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves.. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. ·
Your laws ignore our deepest needs,
Your words are empty air.
You've stripped away our heritage,
You've outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere,
And ask the question "Why?"
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand,
That God is what we need! "

Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit.. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation's history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine's tragedy occurs -- politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts. "As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools.

Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA -- I give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone! My daughter's death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!"

Well, there you have it. Now I AM NOT A PROPONENT OF SCHOOL PRAYER. but I am a proponent of Christ being in every school.

By the way, the way I got over the event with the 8th grader and the Columbine thing and so many things is because I take Christ with me to school and every place else.

"A COUNTRY CALLED NEW YORK"

DAY TWO

Well, you might not think New York is a country to itself but it is far a different from the country I'm used to. That culture shock thing, it was sneaking up on me.

Day two, I would be able to experience something very special, "The Brooklyn Tabernacle." Wow! This is the place you hear about but just don't believe in till you really experienced it. The church is an old theater and there is no mistaking it because of the beautiful architecture. Now I don't use the "beautiful" word much without just cause and this was much just cause. Just being in the room was worshipful enough, but when the choir started to sing... WOW!!! You could fill the presence of the LORD God almighty. I've heard that choir on CD before but in person, WOW! For me that was the warm up because I'm into the preaching of God's Word.

Jim Cymbala steps to the "holy desk," and although he didn't stay at the desk long, he began to share a strong message. Now just a side note. I had been selected to preach, that's right preach, and although I had made efforts to prepare my heart and mind, I was having some confident issues of my skill of presenting the true Gospel to grown men and women who had such great needs in their lives. This was just what I needed. To hear a guy like this guy put it out there with confidence and fullness of the Spirit really helped me with my focus. Well, at least for a little while.

After Brook Tab we headed to the USS Intrepid. Concerts were placed and New Testaments were to be handed out.

Wow! I've never seen a real air craft carrier before and from what I was told this was one of the small ones. It was decorated with planes from front to back. Their was even a "Black Bird" spy plane there. After lunch and just prior to set up I noticed parade of motor cycles traveling on the adjacent street. It didn't strike me as anything but a parade until I started seeing some of the bikers colors walking around on the flight deck. With a little snooping I found out that this was the anniversary of this club and people were there from all over the USA. The significance was the club was made up of Viet Nam Vets and/or their families. The entire club assembled on the fan tail end of the flight deck. The charter members all held the edges of a giant US Flag while an NYPD chopper took pictures and an NYFD fire boat sprayed red, white and blue water. VERY COOL!

As this ceremony concluded the vets began to leave and the concert began. Now you have to understand that there was no coordination of these events but as these vets walked by and the choirs sang patriotic song the crowd grew in numbers. As the songs of the different branches was sung the vets began to hug each other and cry. I could only sympathize with their feeling but since I had lost some of my friend went but didn't return from Viet Nam I shed tears myself. Don't tell me that God is not sovereign and that He had the right people and the right songs and the right locations together for the blessings of these vets. Maybe a little pay back for their sacrifice.

I will never forget that moment in time.

As we left the "flat top" I met a few of NYPD's finest. Could help but say hey. I told them that I was from those "parts" and one said "no kidding."

Morning would come early when I was to take position at the Holy Desk at our first homeless shelter for the day to present the gospel.

YOU SPEAK WITH FORKED TONGUE

SEEMS TO ME THAT THERE ARE SOME AROUND US THAT TALK A GOOD GAME BUT SOME, SOME, KNOW THE TRUTH AND OF COURSE THE TRUTH SETS YOU FREE, RIGHT?

Not in this case. consider that you are the boss and you have several loyal employees. Now when I say loyal I mean some one who is and has been the person that covers your back and makes you look good. These people deserve the loyalty right back. They do not need to be put down or questions as to their wisdom or knowledge. Maybe no verbally but body language speaks loudly and some times makes a bigger impact.

To those folk than are blind to your real employees who have been loyal and covered your back I give you a, that's right, a list.

1. Your day is coming! When you need us and we are not there!

2. Your day is coming! When you wonder who took care of this before!

3. Your day is coming! When you get caught doing what you have done in the past because you don't have that loyal person to fix it before you get caught.

4. Your day is coming! When you have to move on and wonder where the loyal folks have gone.

5. Your day is coming soon!

Give the man a break!

Give the man a break after all he is the first black president!

You can't go anywhere without hearing someone talk about Obama this or that. OK, I think we need health care reform and the economy is in the pit and needs a big boost, but I'm not sure about some of the things I hear. I mean the man can't do all this stuff on his own, right? Yes right.

In my recent travels of the world, New York, I discovered that the USA has no shame when it comes to profiting for others success. Turned on the TV and what do I see, an advertisement for a Obama-chia! That's right folks the same folk that brought you the "chia Homer Simpson" now brings you the "Obama-chia." the grass grow right out of his head! Good grief! Can you imagine what the poor man's children do when some kid at school says they have an "Obama-chia" at home? I don't know maybe the Obamas will give the teachers an "Obama-chia" for "winter holiday" gifts.

If that wasn't enough at Time Square there were people selling "Obama condoms"! NO LIE! i BETTER NOT COMMENT ON THAT ONE!

Anyway, I got this today and thought since we're talking about how someone takes advantage of another person, this might be interesting to see and read. I won't take credit for this.

I am stunned that the official White House Blog publishing this picture that it is in the public domain.

The body language is most revealing.

Sergeant Crowley, the sole class act in this trio, helps the handicapped Professor Gates, who was arrested by Crowley, down the stairs, while, heedless of the infirmities of his friend and fellow victim of self-defined racial profiling, strides ahead on his own. So who is compassionate? And who is so self-involved and arrogant that he is oblivious?

In my own dealings with the wealthy and powerful, I have always found that the way to quickly capture the moral essence of a person is to watch how they treat those who are less powerful. Do they understand that the others are also human beings with feelings? Especially when they think nobody is looking.

As some AT commentators point out, this picture becomes a metaphor for ObamaCare. The elderly are left in the back, with only the kindness of the Crowleys of the world, the stand up guys, to depend on. The government has other priorities while the public fears the indifference of powerful bureaucrats ruling their lives.

This image captures something that older Americans in particular can relate to: the President presses ahead with a program that will tell them to take painkillers instead of getting that artificial hip they so badly need.

WELL, I GUESS IT IS TRUE, YOU CAN PRETTY MUCH SPEAK FREELY CAUSE OF THAT CONSTITUTION THING.

Mission: NEW YORK

DAY ONE (UNO)

HOLD ONTO YOUR SEAT, THE REAL STORY, THE REAL FACTS... MISSION NEW YORK.

Now I've never been to New York before and didn't ever plan to go but as you may know there have been some changes in my life in the last year. One of the things I planned to change was my inhibitions about doing things that required family expenditures ($$$$$). I never been real good about spending money on me. Oh i didn't mind spending it on other family but when it came to me, well it was difficult. I think it was ingrained in me growing up because my family just didn't have it. It's not a bad thing to live by a "honest day's work for an honest dollar" and a "save for a rainy day cause it's going to rain" attitude, but God said he would give us our heart's desire and that the windows of heaven would pour out blessing on us. Well I testify that both of those statements are true. I am truly blessed in this life, but that desire of our heart thing... well, I've always had a problem discovering the desires of my heart and kind of felt guilty about it when I did. So I'm in the discovery, hide and watch mode of my life. This should be really good because when your 57 years old and never done the things that you've wanted to because of emotional or mental handicaps life may take some swift turns and hopefully good ones.

"Honey the choir is gong on mission to New York. Would consider going with us?" The words of the woman I live with some time in the past. My response, "Well, I guess so." After she got up from the floor she said that I could think about it and if i didn't it would be OK. I knew right then that i had months of dread and thought ahead of me. I began to research the place and I confess, confess, confess! that I've seen a lot of movies and TV that took plan in New York City. King Kong, Escape from New York, Planet of the Apes (the old version), X-Men, NYPD Blue, Muppets Take Manhattan and somebody is always getting blown up in New York. I didn't know if I could take the weird people and "STUFF" that goes on in New York.

So as all good Christ believing folk should I began to study the 23rd Psalm and Romans 8:28. I figured I was headed into the valley of the shadow of death and that God promised all things would be for my good... LORD watch over me and mine.

OK, up and ready to go. Packed and ready to go. Getting in the van and ready to ...... "keys?", "I thought you had yours!" "No, why would i have mine?", "OH NO, OH NO, OH NO!" she said. Now I know that none of you have ever been in this spot before so stop laughing. I'm a problem solver and i guess at that moment my problem solving skills took over, I really think I just couldn't take that crying and shouting "OH NO!" any more, so in a split second the "12 EE shoe" key opened the back door and I walked into the house to get keys to the van. I mean really, I'll fix it later. Got in the van and we're ready to go.

This is the Newark airport. Ants on a piece of fat back, right?

Air ports are not places that I spend a lot of time in because some how i figure somebody is always looking at you like you have a bomb in your shoe. OK, we're ready to go and on the plane, a nice large one, we go and off to Atlanta. Atlanta is a BIG AIR PORT! Lots of eating places from one end to the other which is pretty much where we had to go to get from our BIG plane to this not so big plane. We're ready to go! Some how not so big planes aren't my cup of tea. Both taking off and landing brought tears to my eyes and "poop" to my "draws." Not really, well I'm not going to confess it anyway. Why can't they give a warning when they are going to do something that is LOUD and sounds like the tail fail off or the tail is dragging the ground. GOOD GRIEF!!

OK, landed and after I could stand up and exit the little plane we were in Newark. OK, we went to Atlanta first but it was not to bad cause we were on a rather large plane. Now we get a ride to the Hotel. Welcome Mohranadama. What you here about cab drivers in New York is true in and olfactory sense. I guess Mohranadama had work a double of triple shift and hadn't had a chance to freshen up, to say the least. Yes, I had to sit up front. The sight was wonderful though. The sky line was just as the pictures and the spelling on the signs was the same too. PEOPLE IN NEW YORK DRIVE CRAZY!! YES THEY DO CUSS AT EACH OTHER, HONK THE HORN, SHOUT THINGS AT EACH OTHER AND MAKE HAND SIGNS!!! I could even understand maybe 23% of all of this.

This is from the cab on the way into New York.

We finally made it to the hotel, HYATT. Wow, this isn't your fathers Best Western (more about that later when we get to Detroit). We got some rest and got dress for a "PLAY". You could tell that I was real excited. We were ready to go and we did. We walked and walked and walked and I got my first ever look at a "SUBWAY." (Nothing like the samwich by the way, ha ha ha, sorry) Very interesting, reminded me of Atlanta Air Port. any way, THE LION KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW! WOW! WOW! THIS IS NOT YOUR FATHER'S "PLAY"! BOGGLES THE MIND AS TO HOW THEY DO WHAT THEY DO WHEN THEY DO IT. IF YOU EVER GET THE CHANCE TO SEE THIS SHOW TAKE IT. Now of course knowing the story, as I do, allows you to look for the technical stuff and it .... well, DYNAMITE!! Even the music was great! "Da Monkey (Baboon that is), Pumba, and Timon were great!! I'm ready to go home after this but that not the real reason I came to New York. Lastly I some up by saying "Hakuna Matata".

Massive Mufosa (Semba's dad) image on the wall at the LION KING performance.

This actually is TIME SQUARE but GOOD GRIEF! Reminds me of New Orleans, of course what I've been told.

Leaving the KING show we walked back to the hotel. Reminded me of the state fair and "Mardi Gras" with the smells and PEOPLE. It's 11:00 PM and the streets are packed! This New York never sleeps. Time Square is all it is made out to be. Lights lights lights and more lights. The buildings go straight up and at night you can't see a star so it looks like the buildings go and go and go. WOW!

YEP! TIME SQUARE!!! I was there for real. (You aren't missing much. I nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.)

DAY ONE ENDS WITH GOOD NIGHT KISSES FROM MY GIRLS AND A COLD POP. (You won't believe it but the cheapest pop you can buy is $2.00!!!)

Things I learned about New York my first day there: (right, another list)

1. You must go through the HELL of flight to get there.

2. New York Cab drivers are over worked and don't get to freshen up.

3. New York has a very high utility bill to pay for the lights.

4. New Yorkers are confused about Time Square being the State Fair or Mardi Gras.

5. Somebody is making a lot of money off sodas in New York.

The world is not the same without Coach Bob.

There are those who have affectedus in a greatway but we really don't know how much till they are gone. I lost a special person this summer and I want to share about him.

I had never played an organize football gme till I was in the 8th grade. Not that I didn't want to but because I was to large. I 1967 I went to high school at Central High in Jackson. Back then things were definately "balck and white" if you get what i'm saying. That didn't bother me because I was brought up respecting black folk. Anyway... That was when i met Coach Bob Stevens. A bigger that life man who would do things that amazed all that surrounded him.

This is the real Coach Bob...Bob Stevens possessed multiple talents as a football player, football coach, basketball coach and champion handball player.
But his legion of friends and associates may remember him most for the lively sports discussions that took place at the I-55 YMCA in Jackson, where Stevens once operated his popular sandwich shop.

"Coach Bob," said George Dale, former state insurance commissioner and longtime YMCA lunch regular of Stevens, who died Friday at 82. "He was an extremely likable, fun-loving guy. Those of us at the Y always liked to pick at him and make fun of his alma mater (Southern Miss). "He was the biggest USM fan there was. We would all pull for Southern in private, but we wouldn't tell him. We'd always kid him about Southern and anything else we could."

Stevens, a member of four halls of fame, played football at Copiah-Lincoln Junior College and Southern Miss as an end and tackle, sandwiched around a Navy stint in 1945 as a combat air crewman during World War II. His high school football coaching career, in which he compiled a 141-73-9 record, began in 1949 at Pass Christian and also included stops at Meadville and two Jackson schools, Central and Murrah. Stevens, whose 1973 Murrah team went 9-1-1, was ranked No. 1 in the statewide AP poll for much of the season and remains the highest-scoring in school history (28.5 points per game) - was known as an offensive innovator and risk-taker.

"When I was coaching at Moss Point, we never played his teams but we knew what he ran," Dale said. "Bob was well known for his trickery. People who played him would go through the ballgame knowing he'd do something crazy, but what is it?
"Many times he might not have the best talent in the world, so he had to be somewhat deceptive to compete in some situations, and he did that well. Bob was probably one of those that took less talent and did a lot."

In 2003, Stevens was inducted into the Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame. He also is a member of the Co-Lin, USM and Mississippi Association of Coaches halls of fame.

So much to have accomplished, so much to leave behind.

I didn't kow how much Coach meant to me till i sat at his funeral next to two black guys that were my friends then and are still today. He took us from a low position in life and helped us all be more than we were. I'm the only person in my family to go to college. I couldn't have and probably wouldn't have gone to college if it hadn't been Coach Stevens.

He offered a stabilizing force for us all to keep us from going down the tube. The dad we NEEDED and a dad than many didn't have.

Coach Bob Stevens R.I.P.

Coach, thanks for all you did for me and the other guys. Let's run "WO-trap."

I'M BACK AND I'M BAD!

Not really, but I am back up, back at the "JOB" and back to blogging.

Simple start but worth the effort. In the future look forward to more about NEW YORK! NEW YORK!

OK, of course it would be.................. a LIST!!!

You can't read this and stay in a bad mood!

1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?

Unique Up On It.

2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?

Tame Way.

3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest?

They Take The Psycho Path

4. How Do You Get Holy Water?

You Boil The Hell Out Of It

5. What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall? Dam!

6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?

Polaroid's

7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn't work?

A Stick

8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours?

Nacho Cheese.

9. What Do You Call Santa's Helpers?

Subordinate Clauses.

10. What Do You Call Four Bullfighters In Quicksand?

Quattro Sinko.

11. What Do You Get From a Pampered Cow?

Spoiled Milk.

12. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?

Frostbite.

13. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?

A Nervous Wreck.

14.. What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup?

Anyone Can Roast Beef.

16. Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?

Because They Have Big Fingers .

17. Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?

Because It Scares The Dog.

18. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?

Sanka.

19. What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?

The Location Of The Dirt Bag.

20. Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?

Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat.

21. What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer And a Bad Skydiver?

A Bad Golfer Goes, Whack , Dang! A Bad Skydiver Goes Dang! Whack ...

22. How Are a Texas Tornado And a Tennessee Divorce The Same?

Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer Now, admit it.

At least one of these made you smile. I KNOW IT DID!

WILLIAM THE GREAT!

MY GRAND BOY!

LET'S CATCH UP.

Well allow me to catch you up on a few things I've been involved with and of course that means another list.

1. I have decided to accept the invitation to become a deacon at First Baptist Church of Jackson. It was  a difficult decision but thanks to a lot of friends and prayers I believe God said yes. I really figure that I'm going to serve any way because I love the LORD and desire to serve and being a deacon might allow me some opportunities that I might not have other wise. Anyway there is no position that will keep me from doing what I feel God wants me to do.

2. I have this wonderful friend from high school who gave up her real life in California to come home and take care of her mom. Quiet a testimony for a person, any person. Any way her mother just died. Wonderful answers to prayer. Peace for a suffering lady and peace for her little girl who had become the parent for the parent.

3. Football has played a major role in my life. Playing ball has allowed me become what I am today. Not many people get the chance to play ball in front of thousands of people. I have played with some wonderful guys and developed some friendships that will last forever. The men that coached me also played a major role in me forming the character that i have today. One of those men was Coach Bob Stevens. Best Coach I've ever had. The man took 18 players in 1967 and had a winning season. 18! Coach Stevens got a lot of guys scholarships to play ball in college. Many of those guys wouldn't have gone to school if it hadn't been for Coach Stevens. Coach Stevens died last Friday. Thanks Coach, you get a lot of credit  for what ever I am and what ever I will ever accomplish will be because of your care and dedication for young men.

4. Built another Pergola! That makes three and I learn some new each time. If I keep this up I might get it right.

5. I'm learning a lot this summer from efforts to live the life God has for me. Expect more stuff from me about that.

6. Going to New York City! I've been invited to go with a mission group from FBCJ. Now I'm not much of a traveler but God has impressed on me that I need to go places and do things. I'll have the opportunity to preach at a homeless shelter! It will be a challenge for me but it will great to speak for the LORD.

Anyway, the summer is going great. The only thing is the heat!! Good grief!!! I drink lots but it doesn't help much. it makes you want to sit on the couch and eat ice cream all day. I LOVE ICE CREAM! but never have it.

WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM.

Hello from the summer home.

I know I know, I said I was going to blog more but things have been busy and I've managed to find a new disease. 

OK, project Number 1: Backyard swing. I've built a concrete block area for the swing to set on with plants and such. Seems to be accepted with some joyousnessity. Not bad.

OK, project Number 2: THE garage. Yes this is the same project we have been assigned several times before but, this time I was serious. Well, I  thought so. Well, I think this may be a life time sport for me but I did throw away a bunch of stuff. It seemed to please "the warden" for the time being.

OK, project Number 3:   GOOD GRIEF ENOUGH WITH THE PROJECTS!!!!

IT'S BEACH TIME!  My Brother-in-law, the rich one, no I mean the other rich one, has a condo in Destin. The wonderful sweet man allowed my wonderful wife and I to have a couple of days last week at the Payne Casa de Dentino. OK, it does hurt for my wonderful wife to have a wonderful sister married to the rich brother-in-law. It also doesn't hurt that he is a real neat guy too. (that's for another time) By the way all my brother-in-laws are wealthy but they are extremely rich too.

It was the bomb!!! It was also the first time that My wonderful wife and I had gone away just the two of us in, let me think, well since the second ice age. HA! HA! just kidding, but a lonnnng time. It was the bomb!!!! Just sitting on the beach, walking on the beach, eating in da restaurant just the two of us, talking about grown up stuff. It was almost, almost like that second honey moon thing you hear so much about. Anyway it was a great time!

OK, I know what you are things but I can prove it. So here are some pics to offer as evidence.

OK THIS IS THE BEACH AND THAT IS ME!!!!  

This is my girl and I on the beach. EAT YOUR HEART OUT FELLOWS!!!!

DEACON UPDATE

OK, this is the way I see it. The office of deacon in the church is an honorable thing. there are many good men in the group. It is a genuine calling of God. For many men it might be the only opportunity to serve. Tonight I went to a deacon's meeting. It wasn't like some of the meeting I went to at the old church. It was not bad and yes they did talk about money. 

So I've made up my mine?............ Well, no. It would be easy to join this group because I know a lot of them and I do want to serve my LORD.  

I'm just going to have to continue to pray and seek God calling and if they can't wait then I will have to say no.

I do want to serve the LORD. I will serve the LORD but maybe not with this group. It is quiet an honor but then it's just an opportunity not a mandate. 

God wants those who will serve and that is a mandate. I want to be known as a "FAT" man for God. Faithful, Available,Trainable. 

Nothing wrong with that.

Well, I promised but...

Promised to blog more but, well sports fans it's summer and the warden has me doing stuff. so let me up date you on how things are going.

YOU GUESSED IT ANOTHER LIST!

1. I know it's here some where. Project number one: the garage. mission is to throw away stuff and get organized. I've always been like my Pop and got most of my stuff from him. 2000 washers that fit on a tank, 90,000 pens for axles that go on a "thing" some where out there are a few examples that my wife thinks are unnecessary. I means, who knows when you might need this stuff, but who knows when you might need this stuff. Any ways, she right I don't need it but my Pop was always fixing stuff cause we didn't have the money to buy new stuff so I grew up thinking it was a good thing to accumulate lots of stuff. I actually can afford most stuff now so it will be OK if I keep 1000 washers and 20,000 pens.

2. Hello China, Project number two: "the yard."  You know there is always something to do in "the yard." It can be something that the neighbor started in his yard because he likes doing stuff like that but it ends up being done in your yard. I'll bet I've dug 243 holes for some kind of plant! Every time i do I think some Chinese guy will stick his head out and say "fry-rice." I bet i have use 200 feet of the fishing line like stuff for the weed wacker. I've wacked more grass and weed than a dutch maiden in spring. Good grief, why can't everything grow like weeds!

3. Here play with this. Project number always: check on Mom. I love my mom. You might say that if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here. I'm always trying to figure out what I can do for her and of course my sister that lives with  her. Fix the car, sell the car, fix the plumbing, fix something electrical, build a fence, and one of the biggest tasks is working the finances. She is worth it though and I try to spend as much time as I can there.

4. Still more to come. I'm just getting started there is lots yet to be stated and you know as I always say, there is no job to large or small that can't be left half done.

The Ant and the Contact Lens: a true story

Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens . "Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry." She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens. When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me."

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it! The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."

I think it would do all of us some good to say, "God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will." God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called. Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Phil. 4:13) "You Gave Me A Mountain!"

Pretty neat, right!?

You really want me to be a what!!

A wise man once told me "never put your foot down where it can't be picked up."

I met some very nice men last night who "presented me an invitation" to become a "deacon." Well, I was nice and didn't asked the questions that I kinda wanted to if for no other reason but to make my point. I figured that there are men that genuinely serve through the position of a deacon as well as the others. I felt that these guys were genuine, the real deal and that they loved the LORD and were serving Him as deacons.

Well, I'm really praying about it but right now I don't feel the calling of God to serve as a deacon. Maybe it's because I don't feel worthy or maybe it's carrying memories of the days when I had to stand up and say what needed to be said but didn't get the results I thought men of God would respond with. It's a sobering thought to see men that settle for second place when first place is within the grabbing.

I'll continue praying for the right answer about serving as a deacon, but for now I think I'll pray for the men that are committed to serving in the honorable position of deacon.

You Want me to be a WHAT!!!!!!

Every now and then we are asked to be apart of a group or an organization that is really an honor but maybe it just doesn't feel that way.

Soon after Christ went to be with the Father and the local churches began to develop there arose a need for some members to assist the pastors with stuff around the church. Stuff like cutting the grass, cleaning up after the Bar-B-Que chicken fund raiser dinner, draining the baptising pool... stuff like that. So they came up with this "position" known as the "deacon." It was a fine thing to be a part of and a great opportunity to serve our LORD. As years went by the position became "modified." It began to take on certain tasks like money management, personnel appointment, policy making, and other stuff for which it was never meant to do. Some people began to call the church the "poor man's country club." We had our services, out reach programs (softball teams), family life centers (gyms), and the church's social standings. At the top of the social standings stood the chairman of the deacons who assured that the traditions would continue. Now don't take me wrong the Bible teaches the importance of the position of "deacon" but the service of the deacon today is way far from what it was in the days of the true church, the early church.

I have served in this position before at the last church I was worshiping at, or should say attended. I turned the position down for several years when offered because I didn't feel I was worthy of the position, but as I began to see what the deacon's role was at that church I felt forced to take the role to provide some political stability for the pastor. It didn't take me long to see that the older deacons, those of greater tenure, were serious about running the church. These older men had left the Bible's teaching of the role of the Deacon out or had watered it down so much that God was mentioned only twice in meeting and that was the opening and closing prayer. Now don't take me wrong there were some fine Christian men in this group but the majority of these men were the ones that walked the halls during worship time and talked about the negative things that were happening mostly because of lack of Christ centered programing or "support" from the deacon body.

OK, I've again been asked to be a deacon in one of the largest churches in the entire state. Tough call for me. I'm not going to be a part of a group of professing Christians with a mission that is not Christ centered, Christ Purposed, or Christ driven. Just don't want to be in politics again. No way. Now, don't take me wrong I will stand up when necessary to make the mission clear but most of the time "it just don't make any difference." I've found that it's a personal thing, Christianity is, it's between you and the LORD as to how much you serve and how you'll do it.

After all, think of it this way, if I was a deacon, we'd all have Deacon badges and Deacon jackets and we'd have a special Deacon hand shake that only the deacons knew. We'd have a special parking area of the Deacon's wives and we'd get free wednesday night dinner. No wait .... that Shriners or Masons or something like that...opps!

It is an honor to be a"deacon" or to just be asked to be one but maybe not something for me. After all, we all can't be deacons. I'll pray about it and pray for the present serving deacons, but as for God calling me to be a deacon... well, what was that God... huh... what...??

Friday! Friday! Friday!

OK, I confess. I haven't been very good at the blogging lately, but I think i have good reasons, not excuses (that's for another time).

You guessed it! LIST time!

1. Work, work, work. You'd think that with the kids gone things would slow up. NO NO NO. The teachers are still here and where there are teachers there is turnmoil and uncertainity. Today I thought I was turning in my last report for the year to central office only to get a call that prompted the redoing of the entire darn thing. After a few hours compared to three and a half days originally, I had it done, completed, finished. 35 years experience proves to be of some benefit to cut corners. My suggestion is to tell me how you want it if you don't want it done thesame as the past 6 years!

2. I've been a little low lately. You know that depression thing. I've noticed that when I'm "blue" I start a lot conversations that some how get interrupted and I get left hanging. I have also noticed that the "blues" cause me to notice how easy it is for some people to loose their inhibistions while I suck into a ball of "da."

3. The darn computers at the office go to Snail mode when ever i want to get of task at work. Very frustrating to me. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!



I promise to do better and seeing that the summer is about to start for those working people in the family, I'm planning on reading and writing much more.



ANNNNNNNNNND now what you've been waiting for!!!!! The FRIDAY VIDEO!!!



OK, it has also been a slow week for incoming videos but we'll reach back into the vault and get a good one. HERE YOU GO!

GM, Bankrupt? or not?

OK, I'm not a Ford man. Chevy is for me, always has been always will be or will it. After a gift of BILLIONS General Motors is bankrupt? Good grief! Seems to me that maybe paying lawyers $1000.00 per hour didn't pay off. Yes, I said $1000.00 per hour! Come on folks bailout maybe but how about some guidelines as to how you spend my money.

Now who should I check with about this? Mr. Obama????? Can't blame this one on "Frank."

I have a friend who just moved from Detroit. He was telling me that that a rooms the size of gyms where auto workers go and just sit. The area is full of people who just sit there until someone gets sick and then they go to work on the line. These people get paid the same as any other workers but don't work. Is this where my money went or the cause of the need for my money. Don't take me wrong, I want these car makers to be strong businesses but the unions have just about but these businesses out of business.

Where did we go wrong? Honest day's work for an honest dollar, right?

Between the auto workers and all other workers who get a lot of salary and benefits "just because" and the others who don't work because the Government pays them to do nothing, the world is going in the "crapper" real fast.

That includes teachers also! $50,000 plus salary for a person that is so lazy they can't get their license renewed on time. Good Grief!

Friday Video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was 13 years old I would walk to the pool hall, which was about a mile and a half from my house, to shoot pool. It costs like $.25 a game. That's right, I said a quarter. I don't think my dad ever knew about it, but my mom would give me a few quarters just to get me to exercise. Of course there were a few guys who would make all these trick shots that inspired me to waste a quarter to try them for myself. This is not one of those guys but WOW! What a shoot by this chick.

OH YEA!

Who died and made you ...!?

Ever meet someone who acted like they were special. I mean they were like they were in charge and you lived in their world. I mean that it was OK to treat anybody and everybody the way they wanted to, no matter how bad it was. I have known several of these kind of people and worked for several also.

I started working in this school district in August 1974. Today is close to the last day of the 2008-2009 school year. I've met some of the nicest people I will ever meet. Their friendship will last forever but I have met some of the most inflated egotistical people I ever hope to meet. I mean if I never see them again it will be to soon.

There are so many people in the education "business" that have gone to "school" longer than others and think that the degree/s they have gives them an expertise that gives them the right to be in charge. These folks are given authority by pay check! but it doesn't make it right to become a '"JACK-ASS." Of course there are some people that don't need a degree to become a "JACK-ASS." They come by it naturally.

OK, I have news for the "JACK-ASSES" of the world. DO NOT COME MY WAY! I'm creating "The Universal Organization of Kiss My Ass Jack Ass." I'm going to get a song, handshake, color, membership card, and a code of behavior. It's time that we all stand up to the "JACK-ASSES" of the world and say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Can't we just treat others as we want to be treated? I mean if you don't mind someone taking away you life style then find, but if some one is treating you like you have no choices but their's open your eyes. STAND UP! GOOD GRIEF! Where is the problem? Get a friend and both of you "stand up."

Join the movement, The Universal Organization of Kiss My Ass Jack-Ass or the UOKMAJ. No dues required but gifts and donations excepted. E-mail you name, address, Occupation, and the initials of your favorite "JACK-ASS."

ENOUGH.

End of the school year and I have a few things that I should be doing but I've been in the depression fog for a few days and battling a few personal demons.

My girls are my life. Libby, Anna, and Katie are so precious to me. A good friend sent me this message today and it spoke so loudly to what I desire for my girls I wanted to share it with the world so you can share it with your girls or guys.

"ENOUGH"
Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.. Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother said, 'I love you, and I pray you enough.'

The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I pray you enough, too, Mom.'

They kissed, and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'

'Well...I'm not as young as I once was, she lives so far away & has her own busy life. I have some challenges ahead, and the reality is - her next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I pray you enough.' May I ask what that means?'

She began to smile. 'That's a prayer that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I pray you enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

"I pray you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I pray you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I pray you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I pray you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I pray you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I pray you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I pray you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

Then, she began to cry, and walked away.

They say, it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.

TAKE TIME TO LIVE..... AND REMEMBER YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE AND LIFE ETERNAL.

I LOVE YOU LIBBY, ANNA, KATIE. I PRAY YOU "ENOUGH".

Friday Video!!!!!!

Today is a very special day for me. THE KIDS ARE GONE!!!! but my comittment to you and the Friday Video keeps me here to present the FRIDAY VIDEO!!!!!!

So here is not one but three shorts that I'm going to entitle "OH GOD NO".