Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Who Every Knew?
Did you know that you can do anything you set your mind to do? I bet you haven't tried it, I know that I have not carried out that exercise to its fullest extent.
Not too long ago, that is if you are as old as Methuselah, I tried my hand at selling, writing, singing, starting three companies, engraving, and some other things I have no doubt forgotten about, and can't really say I was successful at any of them. I now know why...I didn't set my mind to the fact that I not only could, but would do the task before me.
Oh yeah, I was successful in the fact that I didn't fail, but I was never really successful. I had my mind on too many things that really didn't matter at the time, but I guess I thought they did. Never did I truly commit myself to the task, never did I say to myself, "I will do it and not look back...I will do it because I want to achieve...I will do it because I can!
Now, I ask you again, have you really tried to exceed, or have you gone about it half heartedly just like I did?
Not too long ago, that is if you are as old as Methuselah, I tried my hand at selling, writing, singing, starting three companies, engraving, and some other things I have no doubt forgotten about, and can't really say I was successful at any of them. I now know why...I didn't set my mind to the fact that I not only could, but would do the task before me.
Oh yeah, I was successful in the fact that I didn't fail, but I was never really successful. I had my mind on too many things that really didn't matter at the time, but I guess I thought they did. Never did I truly commit myself to the task, never did I say to myself, "I will do it and not look back...I will do it because I want to achieve...I will do it because I can!
Now, I ask you again, have you really tried to exceed, or have you gone about it half heartedly just like I did?
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Time magazine
I just received my May 21 copy of Time Magazine. If you have the time, and the money to purchase one, please do so.
It seems to me that we are letting the wrong folks get a tight hold on what is being sent out to the nice people of our country. Maybe I am wrong, but when a three year old boy is still a suckling child it appears to me either the child has a serious problem, his mother does, or they both do.
If you agree with me, and after you look at this cover that your whole family can see, write to letters@time.com with your name, address and phone number and let them know what you think. Pro or Con would be acceptable to them I am sure.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Why-----
today, with all of the important things we need to consider, do we spend our time worrying about what a candidate did over 40 years ago? Why do we worry about same-sex marriage when we have people with bombs hidden on their bodies with which to kill innocent folks? Why do we concern ourselves with problems that weren't problems until the media made them into problems?
As I sit here and look out of my back window, I wonder if tomorrow the scene will still be there. I wonder if my friends will still be alive and well. I wonder about if a brain aneurysm is going to seriously injure a family friend, or if a member of my family will be able to use her left hand any more since it became injured a few weeks ago.
I have never been so bitter about our government executives as I have become this year. While they sit on their proverbial asses and collect money they don't earn just waiting for their retirement which is about as obscene as their salaries, our country is being sold to the highest bidder and they don't care.
My friends, and my enemies for, which ever the case may be, I don't know about you, but it is my deep concern that our country is headed where all countries ended up when the citizenry decided that they were too unprepared to run their own lives and let the government do it for them.
A couple of years we went to Russia. The area surrounding St.Petersburg was nothing but urban blight, the means of transportation was older than I am and that isn't good, the people don't smile or laugh but look they are waiting for the next shoe to fall, and yet when you ask them how they are doing, they take the potato they were allowed and tell you they are preparing a meal.
WAKE UP!
WE ARE GOING TO END UP WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT GOVERNMENT HANDOUTS AND IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT IS A GOOD THING, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS YOU ARE IN FOR ONE BIG SURPRISE!
As I sit here and look out of my back window, I wonder if tomorrow the scene will still be there. I wonder if my friends will still be alive and well. I wonder about if a brain aneurysm is going to seriously injure a family friend, or if a member of my family will be able to use her left hand any more since it became injured a few weeks ago.
I have never been so bitter about our government executives as I have become this year. While they sit on their proverbial asses and collect money they don't earn just waiting for their retirement which is about as obscene as their salaries, our country is being sold to the highest bidder and they don't care.
My friends, and my enemies for, which ever the case may be, I don't know about you, but it is my deep concern that our country is headed where all countries ended up when the citizenry decided that they were too unprepared to run their own lives and let the government do it for them.
A couple of years we went to Russia. The area surrounding St.Petersburg was nothing but urban blight, the means of transportation was older than I am and that isn't good, the people don't smile or laugh but look they are waiting for the next shoe to fall, and yet when you ask them how they are doing, they take the potato they were allowed and tell you they are preparing a meal.
WAKE UP!
WE ARE GOING TO END UP WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT GOVERNMENT HANDOUTS AND IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT IS A GOOD THING, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS YOU ARE IN FOR ONE BIG SURPRISE!
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Am I Too Late?
Is a person too late to do things when they reach 60, or 70, or beyond? That question has no doubt haunted many of us that have reached retirement age. I recently read about a fellow who parachuted on his 80th birthday, a 92 year old that went bunchie cord diving, and then about a 18 month old that is learning to ski.
Age is apparently no measure of what a person can do, or when he/she might accomplish it.
All of my working life was spent working with a bit of golf and fishing thrown in for good measure. It wasn't until I retired and ventured out of my comfort zone that I discovered reading, writing, and the fellowship of those that enjoyed those things.
I wish I had discovered writing a lot sooner. Have you tried it yet? I wrote a couple of newspaper articles when I was upset about something, but that was just a way to vent. A couple of the companies I worked for let me write training manuals for them, but I really don't know if they ever used them. Monthly news letters to employers were fun, required some research, and went to folks who probably trash-canned them as quickly as they arrived.
Writing books is a great releaser. You can write about people (without using their names or other specifics) and tell the truth, or make things up based on the way you viewed them. You can write about places you have visited and skewer the story any way you think it should have been, in a kind and descriptive manner of course. I personally like to become one of the characters I am writing about, and let the story build from there.
Right now I just am enjoying the real Ault's Place. The early spring, the beautiful flowers in full bloom already, the flowering trees (even with the allergies they cause), and the temperature that I wish could remain all year long.
The paths we created for the deer are being used during the day by our little Schnoodle, Jake, who investigates everything and generally comes back to the house covered with matter of all types from the leaves, the ground,the thorn bushes, or the weeds and other "whatever" is growing in the woods.(that includes fleas, ants, ticks, or worse)
I hope that your visits to Ault's Place are not boring, disillusioning, disgusting or regretful, but rather informative, interesting, and pleasant.
If you have some thoughts about things you would like to read about, write a comment. I will read it and see what can be done.....
Bye for now.
Age is apparently no measure of what a person can do, or when he/she might accomplish it.
All of my working life was spent working with a bit of golf and fishing thrown in for good measure. It wasn't until I retired and ventured out of my comfort zone that I discovered reading, writing, and the fellowship of those that enjoyed those things.
I wish I had discovered writing a lot sooner. Have you tried it yet? I wrote a couple of newspaper articles when I was upset about something, but that was just a way to vent. A couple of the companies I worked for let me write training manuals for them, but I really don't know if they ever used them. Monthly news letters to employers were fun, required some research, and went to folks who probably trash-canned them as quickly as they arrived.
Writing books is a great releaser. You can write about people (without using their names or other specifics) and tell the truth, or make things up based on the way you viewed them. You can write about places you have visited and skewer the story any way you think it should have been, in a kind and descriptive manner of course. I personally like to become one of the characters I am writing about, and let the story build from there.
Right now I just am enjoying the real Ault's Place. The early spring, the beautiful flowers in full bloom already, the flowering trees (even with the allergies they cause), and the temperature that I wish could remain all year long.
The paths we created for the deer are being used during the day by our little Schnoodle, Jake, who investigates everything and generally comes back to the house covered with matter of all types from the leaves, the ground,the thorn bushes, or the weeds and other "whatever" is growing in the woods.(that includes fleas, ants, ticks, or worse)
I hope that your visits to Ault's Place are not boring, disillusioning, disgusting or regretful, but rather informative, interesting, and pleasant.
If you have some thoughts about things you would like to read about, write a comment. I will read it and see what can be done.....
Bye for now.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Would You Belive it??
Food safety...Time April 18th .... "Thanks to new legislation, the U.S. is spending 1.4 billion to inspect a growing number of foreign food sources. But will that be enough?" I guess I am probably one of the most naive people on this planet. I always thought that I lived in the most wonderful place this earth had to offer. I remember in school I was told we were the "breadbasket" of the world. My teachers even went so far as to tell me that we could easily be self sustaining with our products, our ingenuity, and our desire to be number one. I now understand that we no longer can supply the world's needs, as a matter of fact, we can't even supply our own needs. What a shame!! Now, let's suppose we were to take that little 1.4 billion and let the farmers that used to operated small farms that fed this great country do it again. How about cutting out those multi-corporate magnates who took advantage of the stupidly handled farm subsidies of many years ago and letting the little farmer, who got squeezed out, get back into business. How about something really stupid like actually relying on what our country has to offer? What do you think about cutting off the millions of immigrants coming here now (especially those who have nothing to offer at all) and make use of our own labor force? How about another crazy idea of actually letting our own people work instead of draw on money that was just printed yesterday with nothing to back it up? Have I scratched that open sore yet? Are you ready to strike out and hit me yet? Or,....just maybe you agree with something I might have written? We sit around her on our political butts and say silly things like "let's police the world, you know all of those that we now rely upon for product, food, fun, and the likes...it is so much easier than actually (excuse me) doing it ourselves and getting our hands dirty." If you don't think that is what we are doing you aren't paying attention. The government now thinks we need more education to keep up...maybe we do, but we also need people that can take an idea from their head and let it flow down into the hands and get it accomplished...these are called workers!!!!! Gosh I hope that isn't a new word!! I could go on and on, but I won't. Just some food for thought from a guy that started out at 13 working 12 hours a day and going to school and does know what work is all about.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Is It Really a Weapon?
Today I received an old email from a friend about the strange obituary in a London newspaper. It was not about a real person, of course, but rather depicting the sadness surrounding the loss of "common sense."
As I sat in choir this morning at our church, one of the younger mothers, who is a vibrant part of that group, told us a tale I thought worth repeating. Your reaction to this will be of interest to a lot of people.
This is what she related, (this is not a direct quote, but somewhat paraphrased)
My son was almost expelled from kindercollege, last Friday, for bringing a weapon to his school for 'show and tell.' I almost fell off my chair when I received the call to go to his school to find out what it was all about. Still in shock from the call, I found him sitting in the office of the care center, with the owner. I entered the office and my little boy came to sit on my lap as I asked what the problem was.
"Your son,", she told me, "has been found to be carrying a weapon to school!"
I looked at the innocent face of my five year old and asked, "What did you bring to school today?"
He reached into his pocket and brought the weapons out. I had to admit I was surprised.
"As you can see, he has these with him now and was going to show them to the class, but fortunately I discovered what he was holding before it got that far."
Without yelling, or shouting out in rage at this outrageous situation, I looked her straight in the eye, and without blinking, took the five little arrow heads from my son's hand.
"Are these the weapons you are talking about?" I asked.
"Yes, and I can't believe you would allow him to..."
At that, I interrupted her. "Lady, if you think these are dangerous weapons, I really feel sorry for you. There are hundreds, if not thousands of them laying around these wooded areas."
"Well, I..."
"There is no "well I" to it!" I interrupted her once again.
I asked that my boy be allowed to go back to his little classmates, as I held the dangerous weapons he left behind, in my hand.
We discussed the situation. I was quite disillusioned with the intelligence factor here, and she became enlightened as to what weapons really are; that relics from 100 year ago, the size of a pencil head, could hardly be considered as weapons. We came to an understanding between us, that what she was doing was harming, rather than helping, the minds of little children with nonsense that in no way resembles life as it is today; these were not knives, guns, swords, bullets, taser guns, or the likes.
Now, the moral of this story is that, there is none. Common sense, once more, has died a foolish death, at the hands of someone less intelligent than a snail. What do you think?
As I sat in choir this morning at our church, one of the younger mothers, who is a vibrant part of that group, told us a tale I thought worth repeating. Your reaction to this will be of interest to a lot of people.
This is what she related, (this is not a direct quote, but somewhat paraphrased)
My son was almost expelled from kindercollege, last Friday, for bringing a weapon to his school for 'show and tell.' I almost fell off my chair when I received the call to go to his school to find out what it was all about. Still in shock from the call, I found him sitting in the office of the care center, with the owner. I entered the office and my little boy came to sit on my lap as I asked what the problem was.
"Your son,", she told me, "has been found to be carrying a weapon to school!"
I looked at the innocent face of my five year old and asked, "What did you bring to school today?"
He reached into his pocket and brought the weapons out. I had to admit I was surprised.
"As you can see, he has these with him now and was going to show them to the class, but fortunately I discovered what he was holding before it got that far."
Without yelling, or shouting out in rage at this outrageous situation, I looked her straight in the eye, and without blinking, took the five little arrow heads from my son's hand.
"Are these the weapons you are talking about?" I asked.
"Yes, and I can't believe you would allow him to..."
At that, I interrupted her. "Lady, if you think these are dangerous weapons, I really feel sorry for you. There are hundreds, if not thousands of them laying around these wooded areas."
"Well, I..."
"There is no "well I" to it!" I interrupted her once again.
I asked that my boy be allowed to go back to his little classmates, as I held the dangerous weapons he left behind, in my hand.
We discussed the situation. I was quite disillusioned with the intelligence factor here, and she became enlightened as to what weapons really are; that relics from 100 year ago, the size of a pencil head, could hardly be considered as weapons. We came to an understanding between us, that what she was doing was harming, rather than helping, the minds of little children with nonsense that in no way resembles life as it is today; these were not knives, guns, swords, bullets, taser guns, or the likes.
Now, the moral of this story is that, there is none. Common sense, once more, has died a foolish death, at the hands of someone less intelligent than a snail. What do you think?
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