My daughter, whom in my previous blog was off to Ghana, is now home from Ghana. There was much anticipation prior to her going. It seemed like she had plans of going for a long time. We talked several times and as the departure grew near our talks grew more frequent and the anticipation built. The day finale came as depicted below and she was off. Her adventure began.
She was in the middle of the experiences the challenges and even the trials. We were back in the comfort of these United States left only with our apprehensions and worries. Each day came and went and sometimes we got a glimpse of her status and experiences. The days sped by and they drug by but they passed never the less. The day came when the work was done, the play was over and she returned home. It seems now that it was not a long time from start to finish. For me I'm glad she is safely back in the U.S. Safely back in Austin and her home. I can't know what she feels but I guess she might feel that it was over too soon, and that for all the preparation, anticipation and the pure experience of it that it could have lasted longer. She only has memories and pictures and friendships made, while there, to remember the long anticipated experience and that may cause a little sorrow in the coming weeks.
Jocelyne, even though this experience has ended for you and you may regret it's brevity and dearly miss the doing of the experience, those people whose lives your team and you touched, healed and changed will never be the same. They will forever be better thanks to you all and your gift.
Thank you for going to Ghana.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
Off to Ghana
I went to Austin Thursday, the 4th, to see Jocelyne off to Ghana Africa. She has volunteered to serve on a heart team operating on residents of that area of Ghana. She will stay for about 3 weeks. She packed two bags to take along. One for her clothes and another full of 48 pounds of toys and supplies for orphans her team is supporting. The team was to take medical supplies or other items for the kids.
She was really excited about the opportunity but was a little apprehensive this morning prior to boarding her flight. It turns out her flight and route is the same used by the Christmas Bomber.
I assured her that she had better odds of winning the Lottery as their trying or succeeding in getting another fool on that same flight. As I write this this evening she has boarded the flight from Detroit to Amsterdam. 8 hrs. flight time. She lays over 6 hours and then flys an additional 8 hrs to Accra Ghana.
She will have a great time. She is supposed to keep her blog going and that should be interesting.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Tim Tebow
Ephesians is a great part of a great book. God's word, the Bible. I know God will reveal his Son, Christ Jesus, to his people told of early in chapter 1. Those chosen before the foundations of the world. It is such a blessed mystery and such a blessing when God makes that revelation to our hearts and minds.
Tebow has proven to be a great college quarter-back. Many will attribute his ability, skills, good fortune, etc., to his faith in a higher power. I would agree that those things come to him because of the power and purpose of his creator but not because of anything he does to encourage or earn that favor. The verses he exhibited in his eye black at the Sugar Bowl are clear regarding who gets the Glory. "For by grace are ye saved thru faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God: not of works lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." God does it all. God gets all the glory.
So, hooray for Tebow and the Gators for a great season. Hooray for God and his great provisions through his Son Jesus Christ.
Tebow has proven to be a great college quarter-back. Many will attribute his ability, skills, good fortune, etc., to his faith in a higher power. I would agree that those things come to him because of the power and purpose of his creator but not because of anything he does to encourage or earn that favor. The verses he exhibited in his eye black at the Sugar Bowl are clear regarding who gets the Glory. "For by grace are ye saved thru faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God: not of works lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." God does it all. God gets all the glory.
So, hooray for Tebow and the Gators for a great season. Hooray for God and his great provisions through his Son Jesus Christ.
Friday, January 01, 2010
New Years Eve Bowling Injury
Ever so often that perfect situation begins to shape up. You can just feel things falling into place, where square pegs suddenly fit perfectly in round holes and left turns are automatically turned into right. Right???
Carol, my beautiful, brilliant, bodacious wife and I planned to celebrate the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010 in excellent fashion. We planned an evening of dining, sipping, and entertainment that would be just celebration for the end of the first decade of the 21st century.
We planned to dine at the Out Back Restaurant where we could really put on the whole hog using a gift card given to us by an appreciative pheasant hunter. That plan changed when the wait at the Out Back appeared to be too long. We quickly decided to move our dining experience across the street to Hoffbrau's where the wait was only about 20 minutes. This turned out to be the perfect meal. (Square Peg in a Round Hole)
We partook of a cold glass of barley, yeast and hop's, a pale lager if you will, while waiting for our table. The wait was scheduled for 15 to 20 but in reality lasted only about 8 and 1/2 minutes. My darling and I had some very stimulating and interesting conversation during our brief wait which I'm sure will endure in my memory at least, as a time that was much savored and enjoyed. We were escorted to our tables by a young man in a red shirt and were introduce to the cuisine when he handed us our menu's. Our Waiter arrived soon there after to take our drink order. We declined his offer of water and indicated to him that we were just fine and for now at least would not require additional liquid refreshment. After a brief pregnant silence he mumbled that perhaps we needed a little more time to study the list of meal options and upon our agreement he departed to offer his services to the other patrons. My precious companion and I chatted about the dishes listed in the menu and at about the same time our decisions were made, our Waiter re-appeared with pen and order booklet in hand. Carol had a baked chicken dish with baked potato, salad with vinegar and oil dressing. I chose the ladies portion of a signature sirloin dish. (Not that I couldn't handle the gentleman's portion mind you, I was only thinking of the later planned events and wanting to give myself the proper preparation for peak performance) I picked fried okra and a salad with blue cheese dressing as my sides. The young man departed to give the chefs our order and we settled in to a brief wait on our salad.
When we were able to take our eyes from each other we studied the other patrons. I noticed several men with western hats which I was able to appreciate each as to color and style. I noted that most of the men and women were a little older but not too heavy as is often the case. There was the usual low murmur of collective voices and the occasional louder phrase that although understandable was meaningless because you didn't hear it in context with the rest of the discussion. This experience continued to build on the perfect situation noted above.
Our salad arrived and it's consumption coincided with the arrival of our entree. My sirloin was cut into 1/8 " strips which were very tender and seasoned exquisitely. A touch of ketchup added to each bite of steak or okra was the perfect addition for the perfect pallet experience. My Princes, setting across from me, indicated her appreciation of the meal prepared for her as well. Our Waiter returned periodically to inquire as to our needs or desires and each time we assured him that all was satisfactory and that nothing else was required. During the next to the last visit from our restaurant attendant and after his question regarding desert I handed him my credit card indicating that we were finished and were ready to reimburse the establishment for a very good dining experience. That accomplished we departed Hoffbrau's en route to the next leg of our celebration.
Our drive across town to Western street was typical and punctuated with an occasional red lite and lane change. As we passed a drive-through beer and wine establishment Carol pointed out the line of cars that extended out into the main roadway. We remarked that there would be many who would regret their decision to imbibe tonight ,in the Morning, or when the spinning room could only be steadied by a firm grasp of the porcelain potty as the evenings drink and food reemerged as a not so attractive gush into the water below. With those not so enjoyable thoughts we pulled into the parking lot of the establishment we planned to spend the next few hours laughing and challenging our bodies to new accomplishments. We had arrived at Western Bowl.
We entered the building and were immediately greeted with the usual sounds and smells of a bowling alley. If you will close your eyes and concentrate on the thought "Bowling Alley" I think you will conjure up the same sites, sounds, and smells. Its similar to walking into a Casino only the bells and tinkling's are exchanged for thunks and pops and crashing. We secured our shoes and alley and once we exchanged our street shoes for the bowling shoes we began our search for the ball that would best lend itself to our quest for the perfect game. I found a blue one with swirls of liter color and only a few nicks and dings. It fit my fingers reasonably well and I felt pretty good about the selection. As I placed it on the ball return caddy I noticed another blue ball left by a previous patron that had Heavy, stamped on its side. I made a mental note to try that ball at some point in my game. Precious had found the perfect pink ball with which she would knock down the pens at the end of the lane and which also went well with her maroon shirt, green eyes and feminine demeanour.
I might here take a moment to describe the enjoyment and pleasure I derive from watching my wife and companion of 14 years bowl. She takes the ball and carefully inserts her delicate fingers into the holes bored into it. She sets her feet while balancing and steadying the ball with both hands. Its about at this point usually that I admire the figure of the woman standing there. Excellent posture, trim figure, pants that are just tight enough to attract my attention. She begins her walk. One, two, three, four steps and ends the delivery of the ball to the alley with a little hop and swoop. She watches the ball approach the pins while I usually continue to watch her. I know approximately how many pins fall by watching her subtle body language and almost imperceptible whimpers or exclamations. These have become clear over the many times I have watched her success and failures.
Back to the experience at hand and the building perfect evening. We begin our bowling tentatively at first. You never really know which game you are bringing to the challenge until after a few frames. On the second frame I picked up my spare and Carol gave me the proper greeting and recognition when I returned to the seat. She was bowling her usual good game and I was enjoying watching. My turn again. I picked the other blue ball I mentioned earlier. The one with "Heavy" stamped on the side. I took my place, picked the line on the lane I wanted to deliver the ball to and began my delivery. As the ball left my hand I felt and heard a familiar tug and pop on my thumb. I watched as the ball took the perfect curving line into the strike pocket and the pens exploded as the ball finished on the back wall of the alley. I noted the speed of the ball on the electronic scoreboard at 16.58 mph just before the graphics showed an impressive display to me and the rest of the bowlers on either side of our lane. I wished at the time that the sound had been turned up so more of the people several lanes over could have enjoyed the graphics on the screen and then let their eyes take in my humble attitude and posture as I strolled back to my seat. Carol continued her fine bowling and I noticed our scores were very similar going into the forth frame. I approached the alley once again. My confidence was elevating and I felt an assurance of good things to come. Sure enough soon after the release of another good ball I could tell it had strike written all over it. I again humbly returned to my seat with Carols compliments and I'm sure admiring looks from my fellow bowlers. Again my Princes bowled and again I stood up to test my long ago learned skills. I had the thought that a third strike would be counted as a Turkey. Set, Walk, Release, Strike, Turkey. The roar was defining. At least it seemed louder to me as I walked back to Carols admiring gaze and high five. It was at this point that I began to allow my thoughts to go to the next level. Maybe this would be the night. The defining night of the rest of my life. If I would use the next few frames of this game to work out a few kinks and further refine my execution I could take the next game to that point only a few other remarkable men had achieved. The perfect Game. As I watched Carol knock down 7 pins and then pick-up her spare I contemplated the adjustments I needed to make. I remembered the 16.58 mph speed on the first strike and chided myself for not looking at the next two. I had been too busy making sure of my humility by keeping my eyes diverted while returning to my seat that I had failed to notice the speed. I was pretty sure that I had been increasing the speed and felt that the speed was surly adding to my ability to strike. I assessed my approach and delivery and decided that the best way to further increase the speed was to take a little longer back swing and then add just a little more effort to the down thrust and follow through. My turn again. I approached the triangle of pins with determination. I was not looking for a strike now, only speed and further refinement of my approach. I selected "Heavy". Inserted my fingers and thumb anticipating the tug and pop. I began my walk letting my arm drop and curl up behind my back. I felt the muscles of my arm and shoulder tighten and stretch a little further than I had previously asked them to do. I knew this was the sacrifice needed to get the additional speed. I began the downswing. I pushed harder with my arm and shoulder. I felt muscles in my chest and back kick in. Speed, more speed through the delivery. I felt it coming into place. I only needed one more body part to contribute to bring this puppy home. I would increase the leg drive as I pushed off and swooped into the delivery slide. I urged my legs to drive, drive. They responded. Too late did I recognize that tug to the inner muscles of my thigh. My mind was so caught up with execution and delivery that the pain to my groin really did not hit me till soon after I watched my ball hit the gutter. I thought "Dang It" maybe I overdid the need for speed. I will have to adjust that. I walked back to the score table and Carol. With each step I tested the painful area. One step seemed to not be effected while the next one brought a sharp pain. I sat down trying to understand my situation. I let Carol know that I thought I had hurt myself and she expressed the proper sympathy. She asked if I thought she should take me to the emergency room. I didn't think so. Was I hurt or not? Could I go on. I had a lot at stake. I decided to fight on through the pain. Carol bowled and made a strike. I congratulated her as I took my place at the spots on the floor I normally start at. I cocked my heels together as I normally do. I tried to feel the pain in my leg but did not notice much. I stepped out with my injured leg. As it hoovered above the floor there was no pain but immediately as my foot touched the floor and the muscles responded I felt a sharp pain. A debilitating pain. The act of stepping out required a second and even third step. Each step causing pain that I had no intention of dealing with. I limped to a halt and put the ball back in the caddy declaring my inability to go on to my beloved. Dashed were my hopes of the perfect game. No longer did I have to maintain my humility. The limp was real, to heck with my embarrassment. Carol finished mine and her lines. We discussed my injury and what we might do to salvage the evening. She bowled another game and all I could do was enjoy her form. We departed the "Alleys", she happy and supportive and me hurting and positive that the injury had cost me the perfect game.
Carol, my beautiful, brilliant, bodacious wife and I planned to celebrate the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010 in excellent fashion. We planned an evening of dining, sipping, and entertainment that would be just celebration for the end of the first decade of the 21st century.
We planned to dine at the Out Back Restaurant where we could really put on the whole hog using a gift card given to us by an appreciative pheasant hunter. That plan changed when the wait at the Out Back appeared to be too long. We quickly decided to move our dining experience across the street to Hoffbrau's where the wait was only about 20 minutes. This turned out to be the perfect meal. (Square Peg in a Round Hole)
We partook of a cold glass of barley, yeast and hop's, a pale lager if you will, while waiting for our table. The wait was scheduled for 15 to 20 but in reality lasted only about 8 and 1/2 minutes. My darling and I had some very stimulating and interesting conversation during our brief wait which I'm sure will endure in my memory at least, as a time that was much savored and enjoyed. We were escorted to our tables by a young man in a red shirt and were introduce to the cuisine when he handed us our menu's. Our Waiter arrived soon there after to take our drink order. We declined his offer of water and indicated to him that we were just fine and for now at least would not require additional liquid refreshment. After a brief pregnant silence he mumbled that perhaps we needed a little more time to study the list of meal options and upon our agreement he departed to offer his services to the other patrons. My precious companion and I chatted about the dishes listed in the menu and at about the same time our decisions were made, our Waiter re-appeared with pen and order booklet in hand. Carol had a baked chicken dish with baked potato, salad with vinegar and oil dressing. I chose the ladies portion of a signature sirloin dish. (Not that I couldn't handle the gentleman's portion mind you, I was only thinking of the later planned events and wanting to give myself the proper preparation for peak performance) I picked fried okra and a salad with blue cheese dressing as my sides. The young man departed to give the chefs our order and we settled in to a brief wait on our salad.
When we were able to take our eyes from each other we studied the other patrons. I noticed several men with western hats which I was able to appreciate each as to color and style. I noted that most of the men and women were a little older but not too heavy as is often the case. There was the usual low murmur of collective voices and the occasional louder phrase that although understandable was meaningless because you didn't hear it in context with the rest of the discussion. This experience continued to build on the perfect situation noted above.
Our salad arrived and it's consumption coincided with the arrival of our entree. My sirloin was cut into 1/8 " strips which were very tender and seasoned exquisitely. A touch of ketchup added to each bite of steak or okra was the perfect addition for the perfect pallet experience. My Princes, setting across from me, indicated her appreciation of the meal prepared for her as well. Our Waiter returned periodically to inquire as to our needs or desires and each time we assured him that all was satisfactory and that nothing else was required. During the next to the last visit from our restaurant attendant and after his question regarding desert I handed him my credit card indicating that we were finished and were ready to reimburse the establishment for a very good dining experience. That accomplished we departed Hoffbrau's en route to the next leg of our celebration.
Our drive across town to Western street was typical and punctuated with an occasional red lite and lane change. As we passed a drive-through beer and wine establishment Carol pointed out the line of cars that extended out into the main roadway. We remarked that there would be many who would regret their decision to imbibe tonight ,in the Morning, or when the spinning room could only be steadied by a firm grasp of the porcelain potty as the evenings drink and food reemerged as a not so attractive gush into the water below. With those not so enjoyable thoughts we pulled into the parking lot of the establishment we planned to spend the next few hours laughing and challenging our bodies to new accomplishments. We had arrived at Western Bowl.
We entered the building and were immediately greeted with the usual sounds and smells of a bowling alley. If you will close your eyes and concentrate on the thought "Bowling Alley" I think you will conjure up the same sites, sounds, and smells. Its similar to walking into a Casino only the bells and tinkling's are exchanged for thunks and pops and crashing. We secured our shoes and alley and once we exchanged our street shoes for the bowling shoes we began our search for the ball that would best lend itself to our quest for the perfect game. I found a blue one with swirls of liter color and only a few nicks and dings. It fit my fingers reasonably well and I felt pretty good about the selection. As I placed it on the ball return caddy I noticed another blue ball left by a previous patron that had Heavy, stamped on its side. I made a mental note to try that ball at some point in my game. Precious had found the perfect pink ball with which she would knock down the pens at the end of the lane and which also went well with her maroon shirt, green eyes and feminine demeanour.
I might here take a moment to describe the enjoyment and pleasure I derive from watching my wife and companion of 14 years bowl. She takes the ball and carefully inserts her delicate fingers into the holes bored into it. She sets her feet while balancing and steadying the ball with both hands. Its about at this point usually that I admire the figure of the woman standing there. Excellent posture, trim figure, pants that are just tight enough to attract my attention. She begins her walk. One, two, three, four steps and ends the delivery of the ball to the alley with a little hop and swoop. She watches the ball approach the pins while I usually continue to watch her. I know approximately how many pins fall by watching her subtle body language and almost imperceptible whimpers or exclamations. These have become clear over the many times I have watched her success and failures.
Back to the experience at hand and the building perfect evening. We begin our bowling tentatively at first. You never really know which game you are bringing to the challenge until after a few frames. On the second frame I picked up my spare and Carol gave me the proper greeting and recognition when I returned to the seat. She was bowling her usual good game and I was enjoying watching. My turn again. I picked the other blue ball I mentioned earlier. The one with "Heavy" stamped on the side. I took my place, picked the line on the lane I wanted to deliver the ball to and began my delivery. As the ball left my hand I felt and heard a familiar tug and pop on my thumb. I watched as the ball took the perfect curving line into the strike pocket and the pens exploded as the ball finished on the back wall of the alley. I noted the speed of the ball on the electronic scoreboard at 16.58 mph just before the graphics showed an impressive display to me and the rest of the bowlers on either side of our lane. I wished at the time that the sound had been turned up so more of the people several lanes over could have enjoyed the graphics on the screen and then let their eyes take in my humble attitude and posture as I strolled back to my seat. Carol continued her fine bowling and I noticed our scores were very similar going into the forth frame. I approached the alley once again. My confidence was elevating and I felt an assurance of good things to come. Sure enough soon after the release of another good ball I could tell it had strike written all over it. I again humbly returned to my seat with Carols compliments and I'm sure admiring looks from my fellow bowlers. Again my Princes bowled and again I stood up to test my long ago learned skills. I had the thought that a third strike would be counted as a Turkey. Set, Walk, Release, Strike, Turkey. The roar was defining. At least it seemed louder to me as I walked back to Carols admiring gaze and high five. It was at this point that I began to allow my thoughts to go to the next level. Maybe this would be the night. The defining night of the rest of my life. If I would use the next few frames of this game to work out a few kinks and further refine my execution I could take the next game to that point only a few other remarkable men had achieved. The perfect Game. As I watched Carol knock down 7 pins and then pick-up her spare I contemplated the adjustments I needed to make. I remembered the 16.58 mph speed on the first strike and chided myself for not looking at the next two. I had been too busy making sure of my humility by keeping my eyes diverted while returning to my seat that I had failed to notice the speed. I was pretty sure that I had been increasing the speed and felt that the speed was surly adding to my ability to strike. I assessed my approach and delivery and decided that the best way to further increase the speed was to take a little longer back swing and then add just a little more effort to the down thrust and follow through. My turn again. I approached the triangle of pins with determination. I was not looking for a strike now, only speed and further refinement of my approach. I selected "Heavy". Inserted my fingers and thumb anticipating the tug and pop. I began my walk letting my arm drop and curl up behind my back. I felt the muscles of my arm and shoulder tighten and stretch a little further than I had previously asked them to do. I knew this was the sacrifice needed to get the additional speed. I began the downswing. I pushed harder with my arm and shoulder. I felt muscles in my chest and back kick in. Speed, more speed through the delivery. I felt it coming into place. I only needed one more body part to contribute to bring this puppy home. I would increase the leg drive as I pushed off and swooped into the delivery slide. I urged my legs to drive, drive. They responded. Too late did I recognize that tug to the inner muscles of my thigh. My mind was so caught up with execution and delivery that the pain to my groin really did not hit me till soon after I watched my ball hit the gutter. I thought "Dang It" maybe I overdid the need for speed. I will have to adjust that. I walked back to the score table and Carol. With each step I tested the painful area. One step seemed to not be effected while the next one brought a sharp pain. I sat down trying to understand my situation. I let Carol know that I thought I had hurt myself and she expressed the proper sympathy. She asked if I thought she should take me to the emergency room. I didn't think so. Was I hurt or not? Could I go on. I had a lot at stake. I decided to fight on through the pain. Carol bowled and made a strike. I congratulated her as I took my place at the spots on the floor I normally start at. I cocked my heels together as I normally do. I tried to feel the pain in my leg but did not notice much. I stepped out with my injured leg. As it hoovered above the floor there was no pain but immediately as my foot touched the floor and the muscles responded I felt a sharp pain. A debilitating pain. The act of stepping out required a second and even third step. Each step causing pain that I had no intention of dealing with. I limped to a halt and put the ball back in the caddy declaring my inability to go on to my beloved. Dashed were my hopes of the perfect game. No longer did I have to maintain my humility. The limp was real, to heck with my embarrassment. Carol finished mine and her lines. We discussed my injury and what we might do to salvage the evening. She bowled another game and all I could do was enjoy her form. We departed the "Alleys", she happy and supportive and me hurting and positive that the injury had cost me the perfect game.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Beginning to seem a lot like Christmas past
It is December 26th, and Christmas 2009 is history. I think it went well as Christmas's go. We spent Christmas Eve in Gruver with my side of the family and then Christmas day in Amarillo with our kids. Gifts were fun, finger food was tasty, Carol beat me bowling, the girls beat the boys in the scavenger hunt and I went to sleep during the movie. It just doesn't get much better than that. See you next Christmas.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Belated
I wish to let John and Mary know how much I enjoyed Thanksgiving.
It was really a nice time. The meal was great. The time we had to visit and catch up with family and friends was awesome. Your place is so comfortable and lends itself to such a gathering. But as a sometimes planner of meetings and meals, myself, I know how much hard work goes into such an event and I want to say how much I enjoyed the event but how much more I appreciate all the work that you two put into making it a really memorable time. Y'all always go the extra mile and take care of all the details that make our gatherings really special.
I don't know how John will equal the ride in Ronnie's truck next year but I'm waiting with great anticipation.
Thank you both a lot.
In addition to our Tyler time I must also thank our hostess in Austin. Thank you Jocelyne for giving up your bed and for the great "Austin" experiences we have each time we visit. Did you get your pulls installed on the desk?
Love you and will see you soon.
It was really a nice time. The meal was great. The time we had to visit and catch up with family and friends was awesome. Your place is so comfortable and lends itself to such a gathering. But as a sometimes planner of meetings and meals, myself, I know how much hard work goes into such an event and I want to say how much I enjoyed the event but how much more I appreciate all the work that you two put into making it a really memorable time. Y'all always go the extra mile and take care of all the details that make our gatherings really special.
I don't know how John will equal the ride in Ronnie's truck next year but I'm waiting with great anticipation.
Thank you both a lot.
In addition to our Tyler time I must also thank our hostess in Austin. Thank you Jocelyne for giving up your bed and for the great "Austin" experiences we have each time we visit. Did you get your pulls installed on the desk?
Love you and will see you soon.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Important or Not?
A job making lots of money?
A cool shady place when its hot?
A vacation in the south of France?
Some one to show you the way?
A dependable car with 4-wheel drive in a snow storm?
A room with a view?
Someone to talk to?
A 280 yd drive on a 395 yd par 4?
A knife in a gun fight?
A pardon when you know you're guilty?
A cow with horns?
Four legs instead of three?
A white flag?
Pictures on the wall?
A visit with a friend when you laugh till you get tears?
A flat and a spare tire?
Being chosen first or last?
My will or thy will?
A key when the door is unlocked?
A flyswatter in winter?
A cup of coffee with your daughter?
Bridges in the desert?
A good probation officer?
The right hat?
The right boots?
Sheep or goats?
A song from your past?
Patience with a dog?
Able to put your socks on standing up?
A blog?
Who gets the glory?
Water in a dry land?
The right tool?
Making the right choice?
Draft or can?
Stepping stones?
Hunting trips?
A fast horse?
An ice scraper in August?
An alarm clock?
Always being right?
Welfare?
A cool shady place when its hot?
A vacation in the south of France?
Some one to show you the way?
A dependable car with 4-wheel drive in a snow storm?
A room with a view?
Someone to talk to?
A 280 yd drive on a 395 yd par 4?
A knife in a gun fight?
A pardon when you know you're guilty?
A cow with horns?
Four legs instead of three?
A white flag?
Pictures on the wall?
A visit with a friend when you laugh till you get tears?
A flat and a spare tire?
Being chosen first or last?
My will or thy will?
A key when the door is unlocked?
A flyswatter in winter?
A cup of coffee with your daughter?
Bridges in the desert?
A good probation officer?
The right hat?
The right boots?
Sheep or goats?
A song from your past?
Patience with a dog?
Able to put your socks on standing up?
A blog?
Who gets the glory?
Water in a dry land?
The right tool?
Making the right choice?
Draft or can?
Stepping stones?
Hunting trips?
A fast horse?
An ice scraper in August?
An alarm clock?
Always being right?
Welfare?
Monday, November 09, 2009
Circumcision
Galatians 5:1-5
1. Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. 2. Behold I Paul say unto you, that if ye be circumcised, Christ shall profit you nothing. 3. For I testify again to every man that is circumcised, that he is a debtor to do the whole law. 4. Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace.
Our nature is to work for what we get. We have been taught that all our lives. If we pleased our parents as little children we got rewarded. If we studied we got good marks and gold stars by our names and passed to the next grade level. If we practiced our band instruments we moved closer to first chair or maybe even first chair of that instrument. As adults the efforts we put in our jobs usually are rewarded by advancements, raises or bonuses. It is ingrained in our nature to work to please someone or to get a reward.
Christ is our righteousness. He is ALL our righteousness. Christ was circumcised and by accepting circumcision he accepted also to do the whole law. He did the whole law so that we who could not could be justified as if we had. There is no more need for us to keep the law, He did it for us and now sits at the right hand of God as our mediator. He declares continuously to God that we are justified in Him because of what he did. He declares continuously to God that we have satisfied all the requirements because He satisfied all the requirements for us. And God is pleased with the work of Christ. I still sometimes get caught up in my nature to work for something better. To get the blessing, to please God, to avoid trials and tribulations. How pitiful God must see my efforts to add to what Christ my saviour did. Look to Christ!
I went to Kansas City last week. I really enjoyed the meetings and getting to know the cattle industry from some different perspectives. I went out to eat at the Hereford House and had a great steak and a very nice glass of red wine. Weather was great but didn't get to see much from the hotel meeting rooms. They've got some pretty little women there but none as pretty as the one I had at Home. It was good to get back.
1. Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. 2. Behold I Paul say unto you, that if ye be circumcised, Christ shall profit you nothing. 3. For I testify again to every man that is circumcised, that he is a debtor to do the whole law. 4. Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace.
Our nature is to work for what we get. We have been taught that all our lives. If we pleased our parents as little children we got rewarded. If we studied we got good marks and gold stars by our names and passed to the next grade level. If we practiced our band instruments we moved closer to first chair or maybe even first chair of that instrument. As adults the efforts we put in our jobs usually are rewarded by advancements, raises or bonuses. It is ingrained in our nature to work to please someone or to get a reward.
Christ is our righteousness. He is ALL our righteousness. Christ was circumcised and by accepting circumcision he accepted also to do the whole law. He did the whole law so that we who could not could be justified as if we had. There is no more need for us to keep the law, He did it for us and now sits at the right hand of God as our mediator. He declares continuously to God that we are justified in Him because of what he did. He declares continuously to God that we have satisfied all the requirements because He satisfied all the requirements for us. And God is pleased with the work of Christ. I still sometimes get caught up in my nature to work for something better. To get the blessing, to please God, to avoid trials and tribulations. How pitiful God must see my efforts to add to what Christ my saviour did. Look to Christ!
I went to Kansas City last week. I really enjoyed the meetings and getting to know the cattle industry from some different perspectives. I went out to eat at the Hereford House and had a great steak and a very nice glass of red wine. Weather was great but didn't get to see much from the hotel meeting rooms. They've got some pretty little women there but none as pretty as the one I had at Home. It was good to get back.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Much Accomplished
2 Peter 3:9
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
People use this verse to say that the Lord wants all to repent and receive salvation. Taken in context and considering who Peter is writing to helps to explain the purpose and meaning. He is writing to believers as depicted by the address in the first chapter verse one and also at the beginning of the third chapter when he calls the ones addressed "Beloved". Then in 3:9 he says that the Lord is longsuffering to us-ward, (those he is writing to) not willing that any (of them) should perish, and that all (of them) should come to repentance. This would apply to all believers but should not be used to infer that God will or that he desires the salvation of any outside of those he chose in Christ before the foundation of the world.
We had a very full week-end. Carol and I had a very nice time attending the Golden Spur award ceremony in Lubbock. Each year a rancher is chosen to receive this award and this year a rancher from Nebraska was honored. We had a great meal, good fellowship with old friends in the cattle business and Carol bought a nice jacket in the silent auction. Our hotel was nice and comfortable and we had a good drive too and from Lubbock
Sunday we went to Corbins ballgame and then all the guys went and shot sporting clays. The clays won unfortunately. We were all pretty rusty. Corbin did hit one which is pretty good considering it was only the second time he had shot a shotgun.
Carol and I, mostly I mowed the grass late Sunday evening.
We will be seeing a lot of Lubbock as we are returning there next week-end to attend the Tech/A&M game. Hope the weather is nice.
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
People use this verse to say that the Lord wants all to repent and receive salvation. Taken in context and considering who Peter is writing to helps to explain the purpose and meaning. He is writing to believers as depicted by the address in the first chapter verse one and also at the beginning of the third chapter when he calls the ones addressed "Beloved". Then in 3:9 he says that the Lord is longsuffering to us-ward, (those he is writing to) not willing that any (of them) should perish, and that all (of them) should come to repentance. This would apply to all believers but should not be used to infer that God will or that he desires the salvation of any outside of those he chose in Christ before the foundation of the world.
We had a very full week-end. Carol and I had a very nice time attending the Golden Spur award ceremony in Lubbock. Each year a rancher is chosen to receive this award and this year a rancher from Nebraska was honored. We had a great meal, good fellowship with old friends in the cattle business and Carol bought a nice jacket in the silent auction. Our hotel was nice and comfortable and we had a good drive too and from Lubbock
Sunday we went to Corbins ballgame and then all the guys went and shot sporting clays. The clays won unfortunately. We were all pretty rusty. Corbin did hit one which is pretty good considering it was only the second time he had shot a shotgun.
Carol and I, mostly I mowed the grass late Sunday evening.
We will be seeing a lot of Lubbock as we are returning there next week-end to attend the Tech/A&M game. Hope the weather is nice.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Nagging Feelings
Ephesians 2:10
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.
What does this verse mean to you? Does it point to your duty to identify good works to do in order to please God? Does it point to God's work in you to accomplish his purposes?
They are interpreted each way depending on who you put your trust. Who gets the Glory?
I had a good week-end. Lilly and I were home alone. Carol was in Tyler visiting her Family.
It was drizzly both days and limited what I could do. I visited my hunting stores and other shops I like. Sunday, Mason and Me had breakfast and Church and a good visit. I watched football and golf the rest of the day. I noticed a nagging discomfort most of the day. I finally discovered what that was. I was missing my Wife.
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.
What does this verse mean to you? Does it point to your duty to identify good works to do in order to please God? Does it point to God's work in you to accomplish his purposes?
They are interpreted each way depending on who you put your trust. Who gets the Glory?
I had a good week-end. Lilly and I were home alone. Carol was in Tyler visiting her Family.
It was drizzly both days and limited what I could do. I visited my hunting stores and other shops I like. Sunday, Mason and Me had breakfast and Church and a good visit. I watched football and golf the rest of the day. I noticed a nagging discomfort most of the day. I finally discovered what that was. I was missing my Wife.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Don't have One
Oh! sweet grace, blessed grace!
"For it is by grace you have been saved." Ephesians 2:8
We are saved by grace . . . free grace, rich grace, sovereign grace, distinguishing grace—without one atom of works, without one grain of creature merit, without anything of the flesh. Oh! sweet grace, blessed grace! Oh! what a help—what a strength—what a rest for a poor toiling, striving, laboring soul—to find that grace has done all the work—to feel that grace has triumphed in the cross of Christ—to find that . . . nothing is required, nothing is needed, nothing is to be done! J.C. Philpot
The leaves are changing in the Panhandle of Texas. Im ready for the change. I love the Fall up here. The Winter worries me because of the cattle and how it will effect them and our ability to take care of them, but it is necessary. We will have good days and bad but we will get thru them and make it to Spring.
We will.
"For it is by grace you have been saved." Ephesians 2:8
We are saved by grace . . . free grace, rich grace, sovereign grace, distinguishing grace—without one atom of works, without one grain of creature merit, without anything of the flesh. Oh! sweet grace, blessed grace! Oh! what a help—what a strength—what a rest for a poor toiling, striving, laboring soul—to find that grace has done all the work—to feel that grace has triumphed in the cross of Christ—to find that . . . nothing is required, nothing is needed, nothing is to be done! J.C. Philpot
The leaves are changing in the Panhandle of Texas. Im ready for the change. I love the Fall up here. The Winter worries me because of the cattle and how it will effect them and our ability to take care of them, but it is necessary. We will have good days and bad but we will get thru them and make it to Spring.
We will.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
California
We made it. Started from Amarillo this morn. at 9:30, flew to Dallas, then to Sacramento, Ca.
We drove down toward Yosemite National park but had to turn around to find a room. We are at Sonora Ca. and Carol is trying to get her computer to connect so she can do payroll from here tomorrow. There will be a bunch of Mad people in Ama and Granbury if she cant. I will keep you posted.
We drove down toward Yosemite National park but had to turn around to find a room. We are at Sonora Ca. and Carol is trying to get her computer to connect so she can do payroll from here tomorrow. There will be a bunch of Mad people in Ama and Granbury if she cant. I will keep you posted.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
DAD II
I posted about Dad in February 2007. He had been diagnosed with Lung Cancer and his Dr.'s were not too encouraging. He recieved chemotherapy which made his hair very thin and he lost a lot of weight. He now takes a pill which was originally hard for him to adjust to. It caused a lot of nausea and other complications. He worried that he couldn't take it, thinking it would give him protection from the cancer returning. After awhile he learned how to eat on the days he took the pill and he has done very well sence.
He has gained his weight back plus a little excess. He drives his truck, working about as much as he wants and needs to. The tests the Dr. runs have all shown his lungs and the rest of his body free from cancer. We all kind of hold our breaths when it is time to test but so far the results couldn't be better.
He and I went to two Texas Rangers games about a month ago. We had really good seats three rows up from the opponents (Seatle) dugout, we both had a great time.
I love you Dad and Im glad you are doing so well.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Pot calling the kettle blaaa---whiii or something like that
Our President says he is ready for a fight on his proposed changes to the financial institution's rules. He says "It's no coincidence that the lack of strong consumer protections led to abuses against consumers," he said. "The lack of rules to stop deceptive lending practices led to abuses against borrowers." His solution will be more regulations and involvement in business that the Government cannot do any thing constructive in. Government can only hinder free enterprise.
It was not deceptive lending practices that led to the melt down of the lending markets, it was a rule to force loans to borrowers with no down payment and no way to repay the loan.
Who made the rules again that allowed, even caused the lending of money for houses that people should never have been allowed to buy? I think it was Congress and I even think it was the Congress in Clinton's administration that did it. Seems to me that Barney Franks and Chris Dodd had something or other to do with it. That's what I understand. I'm not giving the Republicans a pass because many supported and voted for the legislation. I can understand mistakes. I make plenty myself. I have to suffer the consequences, however, but these guys never even admit the MISTAKE.
The article I read gave me the impression that Mr. Obama was trying to warn the opposition not to oppose the change. Not to question his decisions. He wants to put in place a "Watch Dog Org." to monitor and control practices. Oh Brother, Big Brother. Kind of gave me the creeps. It resembles a little the Religious leader in Iran telling the people challenging the election that they better stop or there will be Hell to pay.
I think in a democracy the chief of all chiefs should be promoting debate and welcoming other opinions and ideas in order to find the most effective solutions.
GO FIGURE!!!
It was not deceptive lending practices that led to the melt down of the lending markets, it was a rule to force loans to borrowers with no down payment and no way to repay the loan.
Who made the rules again that allowed, even caused the lending of money for houses that people should never have been allowed to buy? I think it was Congress and I even think it was the Congress in Clinton's administration that did it. Seems to me that Barney Franks and Chris Dodd had something or other to do with it. That's what I understand. I'm not giving the Republicans a pass because many supported and voted for the legislation. I can understand mistakes. I make plenty myself. I have to suffer the consequences, however, but these guys never even admit the MISTAKE.
The article I read gave me the impression that Mr. Obama was trying to warn the opposition not to oppose the change. Not to question his decisions. He wants to put in place a "Watch Dog Org." to monitor and control practices. Oh Brother, Big Brother. Kind of gave me the creeps. It resembles a little the Religious leader in Iran telling the people challenging the election that they better stop or there will be Hell to pay.
I think in a democracy the chief of all chiefs should be promoting debate and welcoming other opinions and ideas in order to find the most effective solutions.
GO FIGURE!!!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Dig In and do something.
By the end of the year our Country will have the biggest deficit in history. The Government will be involved in major Company's in ways it has never been in history. It appears we may be trying to provide more entitlements than we have in the history of our Country. We are moving away from Old Allies and making moves toward relations with other Countries who appear to only want our destruction and the destruction of other democratic peoples. Our unemployment is approaching 10% and where I sit in agriculture the recession is deepening and demand for our product continues to slip. We have Feeding businesses closing and many more doing only half as much as a year ago. Feedlots must remain well above half capacity to break-even so it is speculated that many more will be in trouble and closing after this turn of cattle. I hear smart people saying that the stock market will take another major drop within the year. I'm pretty concerned and I guess my concern shows up in my blog.
I don't hate Obama, Nancy Pelosi, the Democratic controlled House and Senate, Homosexuals or even the other activist groups, but I'm very concerned that their agendas are going to take our Great Country to places we may not get back from in my life time or may be ever. I know the economy is not the fault of the current administration but I believe there are better ways to try to fix it.
General Motors did a poor job managing their business. The unions helped make them uncompetitive. Businesses that fail to manage their business need to fail. Other businesses see their mistakes, see the consequences of those mistakes and they learn from them. They make the necessary changes to be successful and all benefit. I predict GM will never recover to the degree they can contribute to the automobile industry or the Country. They should have failed and allowed the process to work.
We truly need to get back to sound principles, morals and ethics. Too many times now decisions are based on self serving ideas. The two parties that govern our country are more worried about their popularity, or what they can get individually rather than doing what is best for the United States. This really frustrates and I guess, makes me angry.
There is much to learn about what is going on. I'm not sure what we can do and I'm not sure what we should do. I know one thing though. We must do something. We must learn what is going on, form an opinion of what is right and wrong and react to it. We have set too long letting the other person do what needs doing.
I don't hate Obama, Nancy Pelosi, the Democratic controlled House and Senate, Homosexuals or even the other activist groups, but I'm very concerned that their agendas are going to take our Great Country to places we may not get back from in my life time or may be ever. I know the economy is not the fault of the current administration but I believe there are better ways to try to fix it.
General Motors did a poor job managing their business. The unions helped make them uncompetitive. Businesses that fail to manage their business need to fail. Other businesses see their mistakes, see the consequences of those mistakes and they learn from them. They make the necessary changes to be successful and all benefit. I predict GM will never recover to the degree they can contribute to the automobile industry or the Country. They should have failed and allowed the process to work.
We truly need to get back to sound principles, morals and ethics. Too many times now decisions are based on self serving ideas. The two parties that govern our country are more worried about their popularity, or what they can get individually rather than doing what is best for the United States. This really frustrates and I guess, makes me angry.
There is much to learn about what is going on. I'm not sure what we can do and I'm not sure what we should do. I know one thing though. We must do something. We must learn what is going on, form an opinion of what is right and wrong and react to it. We have set too long letting the other person do what needs doing.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Not Original but Right
There are those that get a pass for saying anything that comes into their heads and out of their mouths. It can be sickeningly vulgar, utterly raciest, hate filled, violence promoting garbage and it is passed by the media and the so called enlightened liberal, almost unnoticed. Not only does the media and Liberal give them a pass, but We whom it offends and harms let it pass without comment or contest.
I understand the Media "Giving them a Pass". They agree with the underlying AGENDAS of the people they give the pass to. They, too, are sickeningly vulgar, utterly raciest, hate filled and they promote violence. The Media believes that it is OK for gay men and women to exchange the God created, God instituted, natural act of procreation for an unnatural, dirty, unhealthy, act of sexual gratification. The Media and those who agree with and believe the same, thinks it is OK for minorities to degrade, vilify, condemn, and slander the white majority. They will not recognize that as raciest. The Media agrees with those who think they are entitled to something others have worked for when they do nothing but sit around with their hand out. The Media agrees with those that believe they can and should restrict FREEDOM of others so long as it doesn't effect theirs. I understand the Media "Giving them a Pass". BUT WHY DO WE?
Why do We allow the killing of unborn children? Why do We allow the display and promotion of filthy, unnatural sexual activity? Why do We allow the taking of our hard earned money so it can be given to those who wont work? Why do We allow ourselves to be constantly accused of racism. Why do We allow the Media and Liberal a pass to lie, and slander good Men and Women who stand up for what is RIGHT and GOOD? Why do We allow God given, Constitution guaranteeing, FREEDOMS to be taken from us? Why do We?
I guess I don't know why. But you know, maybe why is not important. What is important is that we begin not allowing those things to go on uncontested. Please join with me in standing for something you are passionate about. You or I alone can't have much affect on what is getting a "Pass" but collectively WE CAN.
I sent the following to CBS in order to not allow David Letterman or CBS a "Pass" on a wrong he committed.
Because of Letterman’s comments regarding The Palin daughter I will not watch his show on CBS, or if he appears on any form of entertainment I may be watching I will turn it off. I will not view any CBS telecasts and will try to identify the products that advertise on the Letterman show and discontinue their use. Those comments, “jokes”, were not proper. I understand the Palin’s problem with them and any normal Mother or Father would feel the same.
Some of our most important freedoms in this country allow criticism in many forms applied to our opponents or those who disagree with us. Letterman crossed a line not clearly defined by those freedoms but which is clearly defined by moral and ethical adult behavior.
I now know he has nothing to offer as a person or an entertainer and I won’t waste my time again.
Bo Kizziar
Amarillo, Texas
I don't pretend to have an audience on my blog. Only a few people read it and I appreciate your comments when you do. If however, you find this one has merit and you agree with the idea and thoughts behind it, feel free to copy it and email to people you think might respond in not giving WRONG a "PASS".
I understand the Media "Giving them a Pass". They agree with the underlying AGENDAS of the people they give the pass to. They, too, are sickeningly vulgar, utterly raciest, hate filled and they promote violence. The Media believes that it is OK for gay men and women to exchange the God created, God instituted, natural act of procreation for an unnatural, dirty, unhealthy, act of sexual gratification. The Media and those who agree with and believe the same, thinks it is OK for minorities to degrade, vilify, condemn, and slander the white majority. They will not recognize that as raciest. The Media agrees with those who think they are entitled to something others have worked for when they do nothing but sit around with their hand out. The Media agrees with those that believe they can and should restrict FREEDOM of others so long as it doesn't effect theirs. I understand the Media "Giving them a Pass". BUT WHY DO WE?
Why do We allow the killing of unborn children? Why do We allow the display and promotion of filthy, unnatural sexual activity? Why do We allow the taking of our hard earned money so it can be given to those who wont work? Why do We allow ourselves to be constantly accused of racism. Why do We allow the Media and Liberal a pass to lie, and slander good Men and Women who stand up for what is RIGHT and GOOD? Why do We allow God given, Constitution guaranteeing, FREEDOMS to be taken from us? Why do We?
I guess I don't know why. But you know, maybe why is not important. What is important is that we begin not allowing those things to go on uncontested. Please join with me in standing for something you are passionate about. You or I alone can't have much affect on what is getting a "Pass" but collectively WE CAN.
I sent the following to CBS in order to not allow David Letterman or CBS a "Pass" on a wrong he committed.
Because of Letterman’s comments regarding The Palin daughter I will not watch his show on CBS, or if he appears on any form of entertainment I may be watching I will turn it off. I will not view any CBS telecasts and will try to identify the products that advertise on the Letterman show and discontinue their use. Those comments, “jokes”, were not proper. I understand the Palin’s problem with them and any normal Mother or Father would feel the same.
Some of our most important freedoms in this country allow criticism in many forms applied to our opponents or those who disagree with us. Letterman crossed a line not clearly defined by those freedoms but which is clearly defined by moral and ethical adult behavior.
I now know he has nothing to offer as a person or an entertainer and I won’t waste my time again.
Bo Kizziar
Amarillo, Texas
I don't pretend to have an audience on my blog. Only a few people read it and I appreciate your comments when you do. If however, you find this one has merit and you agree with the idea and thoughts behind it, feel free to copy it and email to people you think might respond in not giving WRONG a "PASS".
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Inactivity
Yesterday, I had a list of activities I wanted to accomplish. I took each one, and even though I recognized a little push back from my lazy self each time I started, I persevered and finished what I wanted to. It was a good day. I felt accomplishment at the end of the day.
Why can't I always do that? Sometimes my lazy self wins out and I don't get anything I want to do done. I'm going to have to give this some thought and figure a way to win.
Why can't I always do that? Sometimes my lazy self wins out and I don't get anything I want to do done. I'm going to have to give this some thought and figure a way to win.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Im not as good as I once was.
But I'm as good, once, as I ever was.
The problem is time. If it's something that takes a good bit of time I run out of gas. I have roofed several houses over the last 20 years and it is usually hot work, hard on your back work, hard on your feet work, and hard on your hands work. In the past I have just put my mind to it and accepted the hard part and got er done. But this past week I roofed one of our rent houses and man it worked on me. It seems like the heat, constant bending, constant standing on an angle was about too much.
I really appreciate the help from Whitney, Clay, and Mason. Clay and I got it started last week-end. We worked on it one afternoon last week and then Mason, Whitney and I finished it. Clay made it over for the last hour.
I used to be the one that hated to take breaks. I wanted to keep working and get finished. Today, I took breaks and Mason was the one that kept working in order to get finished. Way to go Mason.
Im trying to fight off getting old but more and more the reality of 58 years is beating back my effort.
The problem is time. If it's something that takes a good bit of time I run out of gas. I have roofed several houses over the last 20 years and it is usually hot work, hard on your back work, hard on your feet work, and hard on your hands work. In the past I have just put my mind to it and accepted the hard part and got er done. But this past week I roofed one of our rent houses and man it worked on me. It seems like the heat, constant bending, constant standing on an angle was about too much.
I really appreciate the help from Whitney, Clay, and Mason. Clay and I got it started last week-end. We worked on it one afternoon last week and then Mason, Whitney and I finished it. Clay made it over for the last hour.
I used to be the one that hated to take breaks. I wanted to keep working and get finished. Today, I took breaks and Mason was the one that kept working in order to get finished. Way to go Mason.
Im trying to fight off getting old but more and more the reality of 58 years is beating back my effort.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Be Careful America
I have been thinking for awhile about different factions of our population "Chinking away at their Agendas". Their true agendas would not be popular with the majority of the people and full blown frontal assaults would meet stiff resistance. I believe groups such as the Humane Society of the United States, P.E.T.A., Green Peace, certain feminist groups, gun control groups and Gay Rights activists have learned to take aim at small pieces of their agendas. They target pieces of the agenda that they can approach on a small locale or regional level. They can spend a lot of money in a specific area and not call National attention to the effort. If it does get out that they have a campaign going on in California, Colorado, Road Island, or some other state or county, we in Texas, Oklahoma, Florida or three counties over don't feel it effects us so we remain quiet and calm. They win and sometimes they loose but they remain very relentless and if we really take stock of what is going on, they are winning more than the rest of us very comfortable, it wont effect me, I will do something about that tomorrow Americans realize.
The 30 second soundbite is very effective in getting out just the right message that grabs even some well intentioned, well meaning people. The piece of their agenda is well represented but not so obvious and the 30 second soundbite takes an hour of detailed information to refute and shine the light on the reality of what will happen should they achieve their goals. Too many of us will not spend the hour to really understand the consequences or results of their winning.
We need to be careful. We need to be careful.
I think of the story about Lot. When the two angels came to his house and the men of Sodom demanded Lot to give them over. "And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the men which came in to thee this night? bring them out unto us, that we may know them." I wonder how long it took Sodom to become such a place? I bet it was slow, a little at a time. First one morale was stepped on and then trodden under. A principle was eased for some special circumstance but then forgotten. It surely became more fashionable or enjoyable or more enlightened to do these unnatural things a little at a time. Morals and ethics and principles were "Chinked" away at until they were no more.
Be careful America. BE CAREFUL.
The 30 second soundbite is very effective in getting out just the right message that grabs even some well intentioned, well meaning people. The piece of their agenda is well represented but not so obvious and the 30 second soundbite takes an hour of detailed information to refute and shine the light on the reality of what will happen should they achieve their goals. Too many of us will not spend the hour to really understand the consequences or results of their winning.
We need to be careful. We need to be careful.
I think of the story about Lot. When the two angels came to his house and the men of Sodom demanded Lot to give them over. "And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the men which came in to thee this night? bring them out unto us, that we may know them." I wonder how long it took Sodom to become such a place? I bet it was slow, a little at a time. First one morale was stepped on and then trodden under. A principle was eased for some special circumstance but then forgotten. It surely became more fashionable or enjoyable or more enlightened to do these unnatural things a little at a time. Morals and ethics and principles were "Chinked" away at until they were no more.
Be careful America. BE CAREFUL.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Moody
I recognize that my mood swings from time to time. I'm not sure what causes the swings but probably a combination of physical, emotional, or external factors. Jocelyne and I have discussed at times how exercise positively effects our emotional feelings. I know things at work effect me and sometimes not bringing work home is just not and option. Especially with cell phones and computers.
Do you suppose animals have Moods? I think I am recognizing a mood in my little dog Lilly. Maybe mood is not the right terminology. She goes through phases. She can be very obedient, pleasant, and trustworthy but then that changes and she acts differently. She becomes more aggressive, gets into things, wets the floor etc.
This week she was a mess. Wednesday I was getting ready to go to bed. Prior to that I had been on the computer and the whole time she had wanted in my lap. I had the computer in my lap so there wasn't any room. She had made several attempts and finally stayed on the foot stool, with her feet on my legs, looking over and around the computer screen. About the time I was ready to get on the bed Lilly jumped up. I saw her hair coat needed brushing so I grabbed the brush off the headboard and began to brush. Guess what she did. She peed on my bed!
It got the comforter, both sheets and the mattress protector. I scolded her and put her outside as I changed and put the covers in the wash. Luckily I had other sheets but not another comforter. I found a moving blanket in the closet and used it to cover the half I slept on.
I let her back in but would not allow her on the bed. She slept in her crate. I could tell she was out of sorts the next morning but she tended to business as I left for work so assumed all was well. I had a lunch meeting so didn't go to the the apartment at noon. I stayed late that day and didn't get in until after dark. I thought she acted funny when I got there and sure enough right in front of the doggy door there was a huge pee spot. She must have held it all day to pee that much. I disciplined her ( although the people in the know would say it was too late) and made her stay outside all night. I put her crate out for her to sleep in. The temp was warm enough but not as comfortable as inside. It was damp and a little condensate had dripped on her crate blanket. When I opened the door she was standing outside the crate looking miserable.
I moved everything in and let her stay inside for the day. When I picked her up to come to Amarillo Friday evening all appeared well other than she had moved the wet blanket out of the crate. I was still a little put out with her and made her stay in the other seat all the way home.
I got a sandwich at Fritch and would usually share a little with her but because I wasn't liking her very much still I didn't. When we got home the rule is that she must take care of her biz before coming in the house. She would not go so she had to stay in the laundry room.
This morning when we got up guess what? She had peed in the laundry room. She knows better. I think she is punishing me.
FACT or FICTION:
Arlen Spector says he is switching because the republican party no longer matches up with his ideas and convictions. Is that the reason or is it because he is making deals to remain electable.
At 79 he should go HOME.
Do you suppose animals have Moods? I think I am recognizing a mood in my little dog Lilly. Maybe mood is not the right terminology. She goes through phases. She can be very obedient, pleasant, and trustworthy but then that changes and she acts differently. She becomes more aggressive, gets into things, wets the floor etc.
This week she was a mess. Wednesday I was getting ready to go to bed. Prior to that I had been on the computer and the whole time she had wanted in my lap. I had the computer in my lap so there wasn't any room. She had made several attempts and finally stayed on the foot stool, with her feet on my legs, looking over and around the computer screen. About the time I was ready to get on the bed Lilly jumped up. I saw her hair coat needed brushing so I grabbed the brush off the headboard and began to brush. Guess what she did. She peed on my bed!
It got the comforter, both sheets and the mattress protector. I scolded her and put her outside as I changed and put the covers in the wash. Luckily I had other sheets but not another comforter. I found a moving blanket in the closet and used it to cover the half I slept on.
I let her back in but would not allow her on the bed. She slept in her crate. I could tell she was out of sorts the next morning but she tended to business as I left for work so assumed all was well. I had a lunch meeting so didn't go to the the apartment at noon. I stayed late that day and didn't get in until after dark. I thought she acted funny when I got there and sure enough right in front of the doggy door there was a huge pee spot. She must have held it all day to pee that much. I disciplined her ( although the people in the know would say it was too late) and made her stay outside all night. I put her crate out for her to sleep in. The temp was warm enough but not as comfortable as inside. It was damp and a little condensate had dripped on her crate blanket. When I opened the door she was standing outside the crate looking miserable.
I moved everything in and let her stay inside for the day. When I picked her up to come to Amarillo Friday evening all appeared well other than she had moved the wet blanket out of the crate. I was still a little put out with her and made her stay in the other seat all the way home.
I got a sandwich at Fritch and would usually share a little with her but because I wasn't liking her very much still I didn't. When we got home the rule is that she must take care of her biz before coming in the house. She would not go so she had to stay in the laundry room.
This morning when we got up guess what? She had peed in the laundry room. She knows better. I think she is punishing me.
FACT or FICTION:
Arlen Spector says he is switching because the republican party no longer matches up with his ideas and convictions. Is that the reason or is it because he is making deals to remain electable.
At 79 he should go HOME.
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