- Learning how to be humble
- Like it or not you are related
- We will all get the same size hole in the ground in the end.
- Super Market Tabloids/Bus Boards
- Louis L’amour novels
- There is someone downstairs/It is a woman thing
- How incredibly hard it is to be nice.
- If idiots could fly this place would be an airport.
- Mousetraps and grandsons
- Dee-mi Moore/See-mi Trucks
- Laughing in bed/where is his leash?
- Tom Cruise/Charlie Sheen
- Inspirational showers/Rural water systems/great water pressure
Too early in the morning for this, I could go on and on, as I am prone to do at these early hours of the day, but what would be the sense of it? I could lament about not getting any mail in the service and how I sat on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier in Viet Nam and just bawled like a baby after but one more mail call, and my name was not called.
But why would anyone in their right mind enjoy reading tripe like that. Enough of that, I just checked my day planner and “Celebrate Your Broken Heart Week” is not listed. It is easy, far too easy, for me to wallow in self-pity. Time to put some sugar or honey on the spoon. I believe this is the ideal spot to Suck It Up and Move On.
Often it is not easy being me. Putting forth my finest effort to make me ready or presentable, much like a mother bear or father bear with new cubs. Most of the time I find myself, sadly, just downright grouchy and hard to live with. It is often thought in some cultures, people believe a bear cub is shapeless at birth … The mother and father bear, are thought to literally lick the newborn into shape with their tongues. The legend probably endures because few people who ever saw newborn bear cubs escaped with their lives. So this week, I took a lickin’ and guess what, corny as it may sound, “I am still tickin.”
Standing at the sink, the tepid water feels wonderful, soothing on my tired old hands. We are so fortunate, to have warm water, a roof over our heads’ (a roof that doesn’t leak), a comfortable bed to sleep in at night. Lot of folks these day find themselves doing without a great many of these things.
Choose Positive Thoughts and Feelings
Use Uplifting and Encouraging Words
Now in the beginning this morning, I didn’t start off all that “positive in my ramblings” but I am working on it. I have not mastered the process but with time, I am sure I will be able to do just that. This month I am going to completely alter the way I relate to myself, others, and the entire world that surrounds me.
Slowly I am discovering new people, forging fresh relationships, and picking up friends along the way. Things are looking up. It is not always easy to embrace a new life process. I am going to have to learn how to appreciate the good things in life, search out and find the rainbow in just about everything I possibly can. I am going to try and place myself on a true path to deep fulfillment and authentic happiness in my life. In some cases it works out and it others, well, you know.
Whether or not, any of this is remotely possible in my case, remains to be seen. Is this worth shooting for? Is it is a goal that can be achieved and it is worthy of the effort. Only time will tell. May take an investment on my part and there could be few rewards.
But what else do I have to do? I load up my cup with the fresh brew and I head out to my shop to work on the bus.
Like the wife sez ….
“Aw, I don’t mind. It seems to help him work things out when life is getting him down and it keeps him outta the beer joints.”
New life abounds everywhere I look and love is in the air.
Just this week I got a desperate plea from a Nigerian woman who tells me that she has me in her every thought, and that she is related to the Royal Nigerian Family who desperately need me to finance her trip to the United States. It is so nice to be needed. Don’t you think it is nice to have a dream?
Everyone has a dream. A tomorrow. A someday.
So in order to promote these principles lucky for us, we have media experts who create for us our world, they are the Dream Catchers of our society. They outline for us in vivid detail, organize our dreams, prioritize our needs and help us to make plans. They, for lack of a better descriptive, color our world to speak
And unfortunately, every now and then, they go outside the lines, and they screw up.
If you want to work with Chrysler, don’t bad-mouth its hometown of Detroit. Chrysler’s social-media agency, New Media Strategies, learned the lesson the hard way after a employee used Chrysler’s Twitter feed, apparently by mistake, to express the thought that it was “ironic that Detroit is known as the Motor city, yet no one here knows how to f—ing drive.”
The employee was summarily fired and Chrysler promptly announced that it wouldn’t renew with New Media Strategies saying that the tweet wrongly disparaged “Detroit and its hardworking people.’ The misstep was particularly unwelcome since Chrysler has been hailing the success of a new advertising tagline it introduced in a Super Bowl ad in February “Imported from Detroit.”
Things in general, are not all that great in Detroit. Detroit recently has experienced a population plunge. Detroit’s population shrank by 25% in the past ten years to its lowest level in a century, as growing numbers of blacks joined their white brothers in fleeing the troubled city.
The U.S. Census Bureau fixed the city’s population at 713,777, making it smaller than Indianapolis. The last time Detroit’s population was so low as in 1910, when the city’s mainstay automotive industry was just setting up shop. Detroit has the highest percentage of Muslim’s (and illegal Mexicans) in the country now, most of its infrastructure is crumbling, business has left and is in advanced stages of general decay. Another great city of the American culture slowly sinks into the horizon and out of sight.
Most had figured the population would be closer to 800,000 and the mayor has asked the Census Bureau to recheck its head count. Of course, if he could just find another 40,000 willing souls to agree that they live in this hole, that would qualify his city for increased state and federal aid.
Which they apparently need desperately now.
All this new Hot Iron imported out of Detroit, buckin and snortin’, high-horse macho machines, ready to hit the highway. Texas I understand has just raised its speed limits to 85 miles miles per hour in some sections of their state … all of it there for the taking … Just takes a $4 gallon of gasoline to make it all happen …. Here I sit, in my ten year old hoopie, stuck on the on ramp.
Oh well, it could be worse, I could be for instance, find myself being called to prayer seven times a day and standing on the sidewalk in Detroit.
Have a great weekend, if that is still possible?