Finance vs. IT… That’s me second from the back.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Our Rules of Engagement
In other words, here's how we play.
We build vital, on-going, expanding relationships.
We exceed expectations for service.
We consistently challenge ourselves to participate in the bigger game.
We operate in a highly productive and efficient way.
We leverage our strengths.
We are respectfully nice.
Silence means we’re OK with what’s going on.
We communicate richly, with open systems, updates, questions, clarifications, and ideas.
We practice what we preach.
We bring joyful engagement to our work and our lives (aka we have fun!)
We support the personal and professional development of each of us.
We support creative conscious risk-taking.
It’s safe for all of us to explore, express, and move on.
We share what we learn.
We support the health and well being of each of us.
We recognize and act as if we are all alone in this together.
We honor and use our intuitive truth, using the highest good of all concerned as our primary reference point.
We call upon our spiritual source in our work.
In our day-to-day interactions our intention is a sincere connection with those whom we serve.
We donate what resources we can to people doing good work.
We generate healthy profitability and reinvest to fund growth.
We keep our principles alive and well, and we honor them in our practices.
We support our positive vitality by inviting, hearing, and integrating feedback about how we're doing, individually and organizationally.
We encourage each of us to manifest our greatness and serve its source.
We focus our energy where it produces the most value.
We build vital, on-going, expanding relationships.
We exceed expectations for service.
We consistently challenge ourselves to participate in the bigger game.
We operate in a highly productive and efficient way.
We leverage our strengths.
We are respectfully nice.
Silence means we’re OK with what’s going on.
We communicate richly, with open systems, updates, questions, clarifications, and ideas.
We practice what we preach.
We bring joyful engagement to our work and our lives (aka we have fun!)
We support the personal and professional development of each of us.
We support creative conscious risk-taking.
It’s safe for all of us to explore, express, and move on.
We share what we learn.
We support the health and well being of each of us.
We recognize and act as if we are all alone in this together.
We honor and use our intuitive truth, using the highest good of all concerned as our primary reference point.
We call upon our spiritual source in our work.
In our day-to-day interactions our intention is a sincere connection with those whom we serve.
We donate what resources we can to people doing good work.
We generate healthy profitability and reinvest to fund growth.
We keep our principles alive and well, and we honor them in our practices.
We support our positive vitality by inviting, hearing, and integrating feedback about how we're doing, individually and organizationally.
We encourage each of us to manifest our greatness and serve its source.
We focus our energy where it produces the most value.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
In just one year. Remember the election in 2006?
A little over one year ago:
1) Consumer confidence stood at a 2 1/2 year high;
2) Regular gasoline sold for $2.19 a gallon;
3) The unemployment rate was 4.5%.
Since voting in a Democratic Congress in 2006 we have seen:
1) Consumer confidence plummet;
2) The cost of regular gasoline soar to over $3.50 a gallon;
3) Unemployment is up to 5% (a 10% increase);
4) American households have seen $2.3 trillion in equity value evaporate (stock and mutual fund losses);
5) Americans have seen their home equity drop by $1.2 trillion dollars;
6) 1% of American homes are in foreclosu re.&nb sp;
America voted for change in 2006, and we go t it!&n bsp;
Remember it's Congress that makes law not the President.
He has to work with what's handed to him.
Taxes...Whether Democrat or a Republican you will find these statistics enlightening and amazing.
www.taxfoundation.org/publications/show/151.html
Taxes under Clinton 1999 Taxes unde r Bush 2008
Single making 30K - tax $8,400 Single making 30K - tax $4,500
Single making 50K - tax $14,000 Single making 50K - tax $12,500
Single making 75K - tax $23,250 Single making 75K - tax $18,750
Married making 60K - tax $16,800 Married making 60K- tax $9,000
Married making 75K - tax $21,000 Married making 75K - tax $18,750 Married making 125K - tax $38,750 Married making 125K - tax $31,250
Both democratic canidates will return to the higher tax rates. It is amazing how many people that fall into the categories above think Bush is screwing them and Bill Clinton was the greatest President ever. If Obama or Hillary are elected, they both say they will repeal the Bush tax cuts and a good portion of the people that fall into the categories above can't wait for it to happen. This is like the movie The Sting with Paul Newman; you scam somebody out of some money and they don't even know what happened.
You think the war in Iraq is costing us too much?
Boy am I confused. I have been hammered with the propaganda that it
is the Iraq war and the war on terror that is bankrupting us.
I now find that to be RIDICULOUS.
I hope the following 14 reasons are forwarded over and over again
until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them. I
have included the URL's for verification of all the following facts.
1. $11 Billion to $22 billion is spent on welfare to illegal aliens
each year by state governments.
Verify at:http://tinyurl.com/zob77
2. $2.2 Billion dollars a year is spent on food assistance programs
such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://www.cis..org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.html
3. $2.5 Billion dollars a year is spent on Medicaid for illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://www.cis..org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.html
4. $12 Billion dollars a year is spent on primary and secondary school
education for children here illegally and they cannot speak a word of English!
Verify at: http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.0.html
5 $17 Billion dollars a year is spent for education for the
American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.
Verify athttp://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
6. $3 Million Dollars a DAY is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
7. 30% percent of all Federal Prison inmates are illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
8 $90 Billion Dollars a year is spent on illegal aliens for Welfare &
social services by the American taxpayers.
Verify at: http://premium.cnn.com/TRANSCIPTS/0610/29/ldt.01.html
9. $200 Billion Dollars a year in suppressed American wages are caused
by the illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
10. The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate
that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular,
their children, are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0606/12/ldt.01.html
11. During the year of 2005 there were 4 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens
that crossed our Southern Border also, as many as 19,500 illegal aliens
from Terrorist Countries. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroin
and mariju ana, crossed into the U. S from the Southern border.
Verify at: Homeland Security Report: http://tinyurl.com/t9sht
12. The National Policy Institute, 'estimated that the total
cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion or an average
cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.'
Verify at: http://www.nationalpolicyinstitute.org/pdf/deportation.pdf
13. In 2006 illegal aliens sent home $45 BILLION in remittances
back to their countries of origin.
Verify at:http://www.rense.com/general75/niht.htm
14. 'The Dark Side of Illegal Immigration: Nearly One Million
Sex Crimes Committed by Illegal Immigrants In The United States.'
Verify at:http://www.drdsk.com/articleshtml
The total cost is a whopping $338.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR.
Are we THAT stupid?
A little over one year ago:
1) Consumer confidence stood at a 2 1/2 year high;
2) Regular gasoline sold for $2.19 a gallon;
3) The unemployment rate was 4.5%.
Since voting in a Democratic Congress in 2006 we have seen:
1) Consumer confidence plummet;
2) The cost of regular gasoline soar to over $3.50 a gallon;
3) Unemployment is up to 5% (a 10% increase);
4) American households have seen $2.3 trillion in equity value evaporate (stock and mutual fund losses);
5) Americans have seen their home equity drop by $1.2 trillion dollars;
6) 1% of American homes are in foreclosu re.&nb sp;
America voted for change in 2006, and we go t it!&n bsp;
Remember it's Congress that makes law not the President.
He has to work with what's handed to him.
Taxes...Whether Democrat or a Republican you will find these statistics enlightening and amazing.
www.taxfoundation.org/publications/show/151.html
Taxes under Clinton 1999 Taxes unde r Bush 2008
Single making 30K - tax $8,400 Single making 30K - tax $4,500
Single making 50K - tax $14,000 Single making 50K - tax $12,500
Single making 75K - tax $23,250 Single making 75K - tax $18,750
Married making 60K - tax $16,800 Married making 60K- tax $9,000
Married making 75K - tax $21,000 Married making 75K - tax $18,750 Married making 125K - tax $38,750 Married making 125K - tax $31,250
Both democratic canidates will return to the higher tax rates. It is amazing how many people that fall into the categories above think Bush is screwing them and Bill Clinton was the greatest President ever. If Obama or Hillary are elected, they both say they will repeal the Bush tax cuts and a good portion of the people that fall into the categories above can't wait for it to happen. This is like the movie The Sting with Paul Newman; you scam somebody out of some money and they don't even know what happened.
You think the war in Iraq is costing us too much?
Boy am I confused. I have been hammered with the propaganda that it
is the Iraq war and the war on terror that is bankrupting us.
I now find that to be RIDICULOUS.
I hope the following 14 reasons are forwarded over and over again
until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them. I
have included the URL's for verification of all the following facts.
1. $11 Billion to $22 billion is spent on welfare to illegal aliens
each year by state governments.
Verify at:http://tinyurl.com/zob77
2. $2.2 Billion dollars a year is spent on food assistance programs
such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://www.cis..org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.html
3. $2.5 Billion dollars a year is spent on Medicaid for illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://www.cis..org/articles/2004/fiscalexec.html
4. $12 Billion dollars a year is spent on primary and secondary school
education for children here illegally and they cannot speak a word of English!
Verify at: http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.0.html
5 $17 Billion dollars a year is spent for education for the
American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.
Verify athttp://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
6. $3 Million Dollars a DAY is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
7. 30% percent of all Federal Prison inmates are illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
8 $90 Billion Dollars a year is spent on illegal aliens for Welfare &
social services by the American taxpayers.
Verify at: http://premium.cnn.com/TRANSCIPTS/0610/29/ldt.01.html
9. $200 Billion Dollars a year in suppressed American wages are caused
by the illegal aliens.
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0604/01/ldt.01.html
10. The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate
that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular,
their children, are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US
Verify at:http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0606/12/ldt.01.html
11. During the year of 2005 there were 4 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens
that crossed our Southern Border also, as many as 19,500 illegal aliens
from Terrorist Countries. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroin
and mariju ana, crossed into the U. S from the Southern border.
Verify at: Homeland Security Report: http://tinyurl.com/t9sht
12. The National Policy Institute, 'estimated that the total
cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion or an average
cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.'
Verify at: http://www.nationalpolicyinstitute.org/pdf/deportation.pdf
13. In 2006 illegal aliens sent home $45 BILLION in remittances
back to their countries of origin.
Verify at:http://www.rense.com/general75/niht.htm
14. 'The Dark Side of Illegal Immigration: Nearly One Million
Sex Crimes Committed by Illegal Immigrants In The United States.'
Verify at:http://www.drdsk.com/articleshtml
The total cost is a whopping $338.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR.
Are we THAT stupid?
Friday, April 18, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tireless Efforts Fortify Historical Landmark
A new visitors center is breathing life into Nashville landmark Fort Negley.
For as long as Jim Kay can remember, the historic Civil War site of Fort Negley has been in ruins — just a pile of rocks and honeysuckle overgrowth on top of a hill.
“When I was growing up in the 1960s, that's where all the homeless men and railroad bums would stay. That's just where they lived,” Kay said. “It had a padlock on it, and it wasn't open to the public because it was impassable.”
Until now.
Through the 15-year-long efforts by people like Kay, who is the president of the Battle of Nashville Preservation Society; the administrations of former mayors Phil Bredesen and Bill Purcell; historians; Civil War hobbyists and descendants of Civil War soldiers, Fort Negley is now honored and marked by the new Fort Negley Visitors Center.
"To have that fort, which was totally ruined and an eye sore to Nashville all fixed up and opened to the public and for the government to have funded the improvements is just incredible," Kay said. "The visitors center is well done and blends into the hill. It's a first-class place for tourists or a Nashvillian to visit."
Seated atop St. Cloud Hill roughly two miles from downtown, Fort Negley was the largest and most important fortification built by Union troops after their occupation of Nashville in 1862.
The fort, seated at the center of the Union defensive line, was monumental in the Union's ability to hold control of Nashville — an important river and rail supply distribution hub — and ultimately win the war.
But, after the Civil War ended in 1865, Union forces withdrew from Nashville and the fort fell to disrepair.
In the 1930s, new life was breathed into Fort Negley when the Works Progress Administration reconstructed parts of the fort and added a road, stone entrance gates and recreation facilities, but over time these efforts also became neglected.
Thus, for the last half-century, few knew Fort Negley existed or of its significance — even with its location saddled between Greer Stadium and the Adventure Science Center.
The new visitors’ center was designed by David Curry, the executive director of Travellers Rest Plantation and Museum, and features interactive exhibits with photos, audio recordings by descendants and artifacts that explain the design and construction of the fort; the role of conscript laborers, the United States Colored Troops, and ordinary citizens in building the fort; the effects of sudden occupation on Nashville; the importance of the occupation and the activities of the Union Army; the Battle of Nashville; and more.
The $1 million facility has a small multipurpose theater to play the documentary, The Fall of Nashville, which is an introduction to the occupation of Nashville, the need for fortifications and Fort Negley's demise.
The film is narrated by country music star and Civil War buff, Kix Brooks, of Brooks & Dunn fame.
Relatives will be able to search the national Soldier and Sailor Database to look up their Civil War ancestor and find out which army and company they fought for and where.
The Fort Negley Visitors Center not only preserves a historical legacy from natural decay and development, but is key in helping Nashvillians understand their city's past, Curry said.
"It's part of a quality of life issue. [The story of Fort Negley] is a very important past, and I think it's important for Nashvillians to continue to learn about that period of our history and a great place to do that is at the historic places that still remain," Curry said. "Talk is that Nashville is becoming the next Atlanta. Atlanta completely wiped out almost all of its historical landscape — the historical places are gone — so in many ways that historical past is gone. In Nashville, it's not lost, just forgotten, and Fort Negley helps us reclaim that past."
Curry said people might be surprised by what they learn, especially with two little understood facts.
The first is the importance of Nashville to the Union Army and its operations in the Western theater.
"Tens of thousands of Union troops went through this city during the war, and using Nashville as the base of operations allowed them to really control much of the state and eventually led to the end of the war," Curry said. "Without Nashville, it would have been much more difficult for them to win the war."
The second, is that almost all of the fortification city was built by the labor of slaves, black refugees and free blacks.
"I think that people today believe that when the war began and with the Emancipation Proclamation, all slaves were freed, but Tennessee was exempt, so blacks' legal status did not change. When the Union Army occupied Nashville, African Americans moved from one master to another — they went from a Southern master to a Northern master. They were still slaves because the war did not begin to free slaves, it began to preserve the Union, so the Union Army was much less interested in freeing slaves and they used them to build the fortifications around the city," Curry said.
Fort Negley Visitors Center
1100 Fort Negley Blvd. (off Chestnut Street)
Hours: 9 a.m. – 4:30 p.m. Tuesday-Saturday
For as long as Jim Kay can remember, the historic Civil War site of Fort Negley has been in ruins — just a pile of rocks and honeysuckle overgrowth on top of a hill.
“When I was growing up in the 1960s, that's where all the homeless men and railroad bums would stay. That's just where they lived,” Kay said. “It had a padlock on it, and it wasn't open to the public because it was impassable.”
Until now.
Through the 15-year-long efforts by people like Kay, who is the president of the Battle of Nashville Preservation Society; the administrations of former mayors Phil Bredesen and Bill Purcell; historians; Civil War hobbyists and descendants of Civil War soldiers, Fort Negley is now honored and marked by the new Fort Negley Visitors Center.
"To have that fort, which was totally ruined and an eye sore to Nashville all fixed up and opened to the public and for the government to have funded the improvements is just incredible," Kay said. "The visitors center is well done and blends into the hill. It's a first-class place for tourists or a Nashvillian to visit."
Seated atop St. Cloud Hill roughly two miles from downtown, Fort Negley was the largest and most important fortification built by Union troops after their occupation of Nashville in 1862.
The fort, seated at the center of the Union defensive line, was monumental in the Union's ability to hold control of Nashville — an important river and rail supply distribution hub — and ultimately win the war.
But, after the Civil War ended in 1865, Union forces withdrew from Nashville and the fort fell to disrepair.
In the 1930s, new life was breathed into Fort Negley when the Works Progress Administration reconstructed parts of the fort and added a road, stone entrance gates and recreation facilities, but over time these efforts also became neglected.
Thus, for the last half-century, few knew Fort Negley existed or of its significance — even with its location saddled between Greer Stadium and the Adventure Science Center.
The new visitors’ center was designed by David Curry, the executive director of Travellers Rest Plantation and Museum, and features interactive exhibits with photos, audio recordings by descendants and artifacts that explain the design and construction of the fort; the role of conscript laborers, the United States Colored Troops, and ordinary citizens in building the fort; the effects of sudden occupation on Nashville; the importance of the occupation and the activities of the Union Army; the Battle of Nashville; and more.
The $1 million facility has a small multipurpose theater to play the documentary, The Fall of Nashville, which is an introduction to the occupation of Nashville, the need for fortifications and Fort Negley's demise.
The film is narrated by country music star and Civil War buff, Kix Brooks, of Brooks & Dunn fame.
Relatives will be able to search the national Soldier and Sailor Database to look up their Civil War ancestor and find out which army and company they fought for and where.
The Fort Negley Visitors Center not only preserves a historical legacy from natural decay and development, but is key in helping Nashvillians understand their city's past, Curry said.
"It's part of a quality of life issue. [The story of Fort Negley] is a very important past, and I think it's important for Nashvillians to continue to learn about that period of our history and a great place to do that is at the historic places that still remain," Curry said. "Talk is that Nashville is becoming the next Atlanta. Atlanta completely wiped out almost all of its historical landscape — the historical places are gone — so in many ways that historical past is gone. In Nashville, it's not lost, just forgotten, and Fort Negley helps us reclaim that past."
Curry said people might be surprised by what they learn, especially with two little understood facts.
The first is the importance of Nashville to the Union Army and its operations in the Western theater.
"Tens of thousands of Union troops went through this city during the war, and using Nashville as the base of operations allowed them to really control much of the state and eventually led to the end of the war," Curry said. "Without Nashville, it would have been much more difficult for them to win the war."
The second, is that almost all of the fortification city was built by the labor of slaves, black refugees and free blacks.
"I think that people today believe that when the war began and with the Emancipation Proclamation, all slaves were freed, but Tennessee was exempt, so blacks' legal status did not change. When the Union Army occupied Nashville, African Americans moved from one master to another — they went from a Southern master to a Northern master. They were still slaves because the war did not begin to free slaves, it began to preserve the Union, so the Union Army was much less interested in freeing slaves and they used them to build the fortifications around the city," Curry said.
Fort Negley Visitors Center
1100 Fort Negley Blvd. (off Chestnut Street)
Hours: 9 a.m. – 4:30 p.m. Tuesday-Saturday
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Leadership
Leadership is about the transformation of reality, not just the passive acquiescence to it. A leader transmutes anxieties into passion for creating another future or new options. A leader does not just pacify or allay the fears. A leader realizes fear is trapped energy. A leader's job is to marshal that fear and focus it into a more productive set of emotions and actions.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
The Other Vette... Chevette!
What do you get when 3 worlds collide... the Chevette, the pinewood derby car, and the dukes of hazzard all in one neat little package!
Buy a Chevette
And then there's the ultimate in power... the 76 Vega GT being driven by Paul...
Buy a Chevette
And then there's the ultimate in power... the 76 Vega GT being driven by Paul...
Friday, November 02, 2007
And now take a trip with us down memory lane...
Please take some time to enjoy this review of class, sophistication, and charm as exhibited in our 1977 JC Penney Catalog
Our next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:
Also, we am totally getting this for my bathroom:
Here's how to get your butt kicked in elementary school:
Just look at that belt. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.
Here's how to get your butt kicked in high school:
This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.
Here's how to get your butt kicked on the golf course:
This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around your cell in D-block.
Here's how to get your butt kicked pretty much anywhere:
Here's how to get your butt kicked at the beach:
He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.
How to get your butt kicked in a meeting:
If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.
How to get your butt kicked on every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day
Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.
In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.
As does your search for chest hair.
And this -- Seriously. No words.
Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?
We am especially fond of this one, which we have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."
And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits.
Then, matching terry cloth jumpsuits:
Man, that's sexy.
Our next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:
Also, we am totally getting this for my bathroom:
Here's how to get your butt kicked in elementary school:
Just look at that belt. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.
Here's how to get your butt kicked in high school:
This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.
Here's how to get your butt kicked on the golf course:
This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around your cell in D-block.
Here's how to get your butt kicked pretty much anywhere:
Here's how to get your butt kicked at the beach:
He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.
How to get your butt kicked in a meeting:
If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.
How to get your butt kicked on every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day
Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.
In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.
As does your search for chest hair.
And this -- Seriously. No words.
Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?
We am especially fond of this one, which we have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."
And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits.
Then, matching terry cloth jumpsuits:
Man, that's sexy.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Wisdom for the Day
Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
If I Were the Devil
By Paul Harvey
I would gain control of the most powerful nation in the world;
I would delude their minds into thinking that they had come from man's effort, instead of God's blessings;
I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way around;
I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their state revenue;
I would convince people that character is not an issue when it comes to leadership;
I would make it legal to take the life of unborn babies;
I would make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and invent machines to make it convenient;
I would cheapen human life as much as possible so that life of animals are valued more than human beings;
I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of His name was grounds for a lawsuit;
I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to advertise them;
I would get control of the media, so that every night I could pollute the minds of every family member for my agenda;
I would attack then family, the backbone of any nation. I would make divorce acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so does the nation;
I would compel people to express their most depraved fantasies on canvas and movies screens, and I would call it art;
I would convince the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their lifestyles should be accepted and marveled;
I would convince the people that right and wrong are determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their agendas as politically correct;
I would persuade people that the church is irrelevant and out of date, the Bible is for the naive:
I would dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is not important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional;
I GUESS I WOULD LEAVE THINGS PRETTY MUCH THE WAY THEY ARE!
I would gain control of the most powerful nation in the world;
I would delude their minds into thinking that they had come from man's effort, instead of God's blessings;
I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way around;
I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their state revenue;
I would convince people that character is not an issue when it comes to leadership;
I would make it legal to take the life of unborn babies;
I would make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and invent machines to make it convenient;
I would cheapen human life as much as possible so that life of animals are valued more than human beings;
I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of His name was grounds for a lawsuit;
I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to advertise them;
I would get control of the media, so that every night I could pollute the minds of every family member for my agenda;
I would attack then family, the backbone of any nation. I would make divorce acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so does the nation;
I would compel people to express their most depraved fantasies on canvas and movies screens, and I would call it art;
I would convince the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their lifestyles should be accepted and marveled;
I would convince the people that right and wrong are determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their agendas as politically correct;
I would persuade people that the church is irrelevant and out of date, the Bible is for the naive:
I would dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is not important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional;
I GUESS I WOULD LEAVE THINGS PRETTY MUCH THE WAY THEY ARE!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
God's Coffee
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to Visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into Complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee.. The professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of Coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, Some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the profess or said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up,
leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the Coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the Cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...And then you began eyeing each other's cups.
"Now consider this: Life is the coffee: the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and
The type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." God brews the coffee, not the Cups..........
Enjoy your coffee! "The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest To GOD.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the profess or said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up,
leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the Coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the Cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...And then you began eyeing each other's cups.
"Now consider this: Life is the coffee: the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and
The type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." God brews the coffee, not the Cups..........
Enjoy your coffee! "The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest To GOD.
The Beatitudes of (our) Marriage
Blessed are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate, considerate, and loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing.
Blessed are the husband and wife who are as polite and courteous to one another as they are to their friends.
Blessed are they who love their mates more than any other person in the world, and who joyfully fulfill their marriage vow of a lifetime of fidelity and mutual helpfulness to one another.
Blessed are they who attain parenthood, for children are a heritage of the Lord.
Blessed are they who remember to thank God for their food before they partake of it, and who set apart some time each day for the reading of the Bible and for prayer.
Blessed are those mates who never speak loudly to one another, and who make their home a place "where seldom is heard a discouraging word."
Blessed are the husband and wife who faithfully attend the worship service of the church, and who work together in the church for the advancement of Christ's kingdom.
Blessed are the husband and wife who can work out the problems of adjustment without interference from relatives.
Blessed is the couple which has complete understanding about financial matters, and have worked out a perfect partnership, with all money under the control of both.
Blessed are the husband and wife who humbly dedicate their lives and their homes to Christ, and who practice the teachings of Christ in the home by being unselfish, loyal and loving.
Blessed are the husband and wife who are as polite and courteous to one another as they are to their friends.
Blessed are they who love their mates more than any other person in the world, and who joyfully fulfill their marriage vow of a lifetime of fidelity and mutual helpfulness to one another.
Blessed are they who attain parenthood, for children are a heritage of the Lord.
Blessed are they who remember to thank God for their food before they partake of it, and who set apart some time each day for the reading of the Bible and for prayer.
Blessed are those mates who never speak loudly to one another, and who make their home a place "where seldom is heard a discouraging word."
Blessed are the husband and wife who faithfully attend the worship service of the church, and who work together in the church for the advancement of Christ's kingdom.
Blessed are the husband and wife who can work out the problems of adjustment without interference from relatives.
Blessed is the couple which has complete understanding about financial matters, and have worked out a perfect partnership, with all money under the control of both.
Blessed are the husband and wife who humbly dedicate their lives and their homes to Christ, and who practice the teachings of Christ in the home by being unselfish, loyal and loving.
I'm a VOL
WHAT IS A VOL?
UT draws the nickname of its athletic teams (Volunteers) from the name most associated with the state. Tennessee acquired its name "The Volunteer State" during the War of 1812. At the request of President James Madison, Gen. Andrew Jackson recruited 1,500 men from his home state to fight the Indians and later the British at the Battle of New Orleans. The name became even more prominent in the Mexican War when Gov. Aaron V. Brown issued a call for 2,800 men to battle Santa Ana and some 30,000 Tennesseans volunteered. The term "Volunteer State," as noted through these two events, recognizes the long-standing tendency of Tennesseans to go above and beyond the call of duty when their country calls. The name "Volunteers" is frequently shortened to "Vols" i n describing Tennessee's athletic teams.
WHAT IS THE HILL?
Since the 1800’s, "The Hill" has been symbolic of higher education in the state of Tennessee. The University, founded in 1794 as Blount College moved to "The Hill" in 1828 and quickly grew around it. The main part of UT's old campus stands on this rising bank above the north shore of the Tennessee River. Neyland Stadium sprawls at the base of The Hill, between it and the River. Years of constant expansion and development have pushed the campus west of The Hill. Ayres Hall, built in 1919, still provides one of the most dynamic and recognizable scenes on campus.
UT draws the nickname of its athletic teams (Volunteers) from the name most associated with the state. Tennessee acquired its name "The Volunteer State" during the War of 1812. At the request of President James Madison, Gen. Andrew Jackson recruited 1,500 men from his home state to fight the Indians and later the British at the Battle of New Orleans. The name became even more prominent in the Mexican War when Gov. Aaron V. Brown issued a call for 2,800 men to battle Santa Ana and some 30,000 Tennesseans volunteered. The term "Volunteer State," as noted through these two events, recognizes the long-standing tendency of Tennesseans to go above and beyond the call of duty when their country calls. The name "Volunteers" is frequently shortened to "Vols" i n describing Tennessee's athletic teams.
WHAT IS THE HILL?
Since the 1800’s, "The Hill" has been symbolic of higher education in the state of Tennessee. The University, founded in 1794 as Blount College moved to "The Hill" in 1828 and quickly grew around it. The main part of UT's old campus stands on this rising bank above the north shore of the Tennessee River. Neyland Stadium sprawls at the base of The Hill, between it and the River. Years of constant expansion and development have pushed the campus west of The Hill. Ayres Hall, built in 1919, still provides one of the most dynamic and recognizable scenes on campus.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Water or Coke?
WATER
#1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. (Likely applies to half the world population.)
#2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is mistaken for hunger.
#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.
#4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.
#5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
#7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a ! printed page.
#8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water you should drink every day?
COKE
#1. In many states the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.
#2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.
#3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china.
#4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.
#5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.
#6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.
#7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before ham is fini shed, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
#8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION:
#1. the act ive ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.
#2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.
#3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean engines of the trucks for about 20 years!
Now the question is, would you like a glass of water? or Coke?
#1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. (Likely applies to half the world population.)
#2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is mistaken for hunger.
#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.
#4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.
#5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
#7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a ! printed page.
#8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water you should drink every day?
COKE
#1. In many states the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.
#2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.
#3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china.
#4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.
#5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.
#6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.
#7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before ham is fini shed, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
#8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION:
#1. the act ive ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.
#2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.
#3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean engines of the trucks for about 20 years!
Now the question is, would you like a glass of water? or Coke?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
We've Made it Big
We'll now be forever embedded in Ryan Braun's 2007 Sounds baseball card... that's us in the background. Abby is standing up in the blue and pink. Kelry is to the right of her behind the bat.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
New Rules for 2007
Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com. There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days ---- mowing my lawn.
Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Lobster?
If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols.
Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them? Okay, we're done .
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this junk at the supermarket. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, he will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the idiot. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande, half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double- shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge idiot.
I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your butt. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." You're not spiritual. You're just a moron.
Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too exciting.
I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
And this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to hear "27 months." "He's two" will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If you do, then plan your future around the saying, "Do you want fries with that?"
Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Lobster?
If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols.
Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them? Okay, we're done .
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this junk at the supermarket. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, he will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the idiot. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande, half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double- shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge idiot.
I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your butt. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." You're not spiritual. You're just a moron.
Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too exciting.
I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
And this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to hear "27 months." "He's two" will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If you do, then plan your future around the saying, "Do you want fries with that?"
Time Gets Better With Age
I've learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we
sings "Silent Night".
Age 5
I've learned that our dog doesn't want to eat my broccoli
either.
Age 7
I've learned that when I wave to people in the country, they
stop what they are doing and wave back.
Age 9
I've learned that just when I get my room the way I like it,
Mom makes me clean it up again.
Age 12
I've learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should
try cheering someone else up.
Age 14
I've learned that although it's hard to admit it, I'm secretly
glad my parents are strict with me.
Age 15
I've learned that silent company is often more healing than
words of advice.
Age 24
I've learned that brushing my child's hair is one of life's
great pleasures.
Age 26
I've learned that wherever I go, the world's worst drivers
have followed me there.
Age 29
I've learned that if someone says something unkind about me,
I must live so that no one will believe it.
Age 30
I've learned that there are people who love you dearly but
just don't know how to show it.
Age 42
I've learned that you can make some one's day by simply
sending them a little note.
Age 44
I've learned that the greater a person's sense of guilt, the
greater his or her need to cast blame on others.
Age 46
I've learned that children and grandparents are natural allies.
Age 47
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems
today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
Age 48
I've learned that singing "Amazing Grace" can lift my spirits
for hours.
Age 49
I've learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away
from the phone.
Age 50
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he
handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and
tangled Christmas tree lights.
Age 51
I've learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a
medicine cabinet full of pills.
Age 52
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your
parents, you miss them terribly after they die.
Age 53
I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as
making a life.
Age 58
I've learned that if you want to do something positive for
your children, work to improve your marriage.
Age 61
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
Age 62
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catchers
mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
Age 64
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.
But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your
work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can,
happiness will find you.
Age 65
I've learned that whenever I decide something with kindness,
I usually make the right decision.
Age 66
I've learned that everyone can use a prayer.
Age 72
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be
one.
Age 82
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch
someone. People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm
hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
Age 90
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
Age 92
sings "Silent Night".
Age 5
I've learned that our dog doesn't want to eat my broccoli
either.
Age 7
I've learned that when I wave to people in the country, they
stop what they are doing and wave back.
Age 9
I've learned that just when I get my room the way I like it,
Mom makes me clean it up again.
Age 12
I've learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should
try cheering someone else up.
Age 14
I've learned that although it's hard to admit it, I'm secretly
glad my parents are strict with me.
Age 15
I've learned that silent company is often more healing than
words of advice.
Age 24
I've learned that brushing my child's hair is one of life's
great pleasures.
Age 26
I've learned that wherever I go, the world's worst drivers
have followed me there.
Age 29
I've learned that if someone says something unkind about me,
I must live so that no one will believe it.
Age 30
I've learned that there are people who love you dearly but
just don't know how to show it.
Age 42
I've learned that you can make some one's day by simply
sending them a little note.
Age 44
I've learned that the greater a person's sense of guilt, the
greater his or her need to cast blame on others.
Age 46
I've learned that children and grandparents are natural allies.
Age 47
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems
today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
Age 48
I've learned that singing "Amazing Grace" can lift my spirits
for hours.
Age 49
I've learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away
from the phone.
Age 50
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he
handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and
tangled Christmas tree lights.
Age 51
I've learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth a
medicine cabinet full of pills.
Age 52
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your
parents, you miss them terribly after they die.
Age 53
I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as
making a life.
Age 58
I've learned that if you want to do something positive for
your children, work to improve your marriage.
Age 61
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
Age 62
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catchers
mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
Age 64
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.
But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your
work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can,
happiness will find you.
Age 65
I've learned that whenever I decide something with kindness,
I usually make the right decision.
Age 66
I've learned that everyone can use a prayer.
Age 72
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be
one.
Age 82
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch
someone. People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm
hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
Age 90
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
Age 92
Monday, May 14, 2007
Ryan Braun's Biggest Fan's
This future major league hall of famer has some of his biggest fans braving the 30 degree temperature to watch him launch yet another home run into the guitar scoreboard at Greer Stadium.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
The Historic "Two Home Run Twins"
Yesterday was an historic day at the ballpark in Middle Tennessee. Christopher Edward Barnwell hit 2 home runs in the Sounds 7-1 victory over the Iowa Cubs. In the nightcap game, Abby Burton hit 2 home runs in the Nolensville Dynamites' 13-14 loss to Grassland. Way to go Barney and Abby!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Abby's Grand Slam!
Abby hit a grand slam off her first pitch in the first inning of last night's softball game. Macy Lyle and Emma Goode were on base. She is playing for the Nolensville Dynamites in the Williamson County league and the game was against the Brentwood team. Way to go Abby!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
A Game For All America
By Ernie Harwell
Baseball is President Eisenhower tossing out the first ball of the season; and a pudgy schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. Its the big league pitchers who sin in night clubs. And the Hollywood singer who pitches to the Giants in spring training.
A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from his dugout -- that's baseball. So is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running out one of his 714 home runs with mincing steps.
It's America, this baseball. A re-issued newsreel of boyhood dreams. Dreams lost somewhere between boy and man. It's the Bronx cheer and the Baltimore farewell. The left-field screen in Boston, the right-field dump at Nashville's Sulphur Dell, the open stands in San Francisco, the dusty, wind-swept diamond at Albuquerque. And a rock home plate and a chicken wire backstop -- anywhere.
There's a man in Mobile who remembers a triple he saw Honus Wagner hit in Pittsburgh 46 years ago. That's baseball. So is the scout reporting that a 16-year-old sandlot pitcher in Cheyenne is the new "Walter Johnson."
It's a wizened little man shouting insults from the safety of his bleacher seat. And a big, smiling first baseman playfully tousling the hair of a youngster outside the players' gate.
Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered -- or booed. And then becomes a statistic.
In baseball, democracy shines its clearest. Here the only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rule book. Color is something to distinguish one team's uniform from another.
Baseball is Sir Alexander Fleming, discoverer of penicillin, asking his Brooklyn hosts to explain Dodger signals. It's player Moe Berg speaking seven languages and working crossword puzzles in Sanskrit. It's a scramble in the box seats for a foul -- and a $125 suit ruined. A man barking into a hot microphone about a cool beer, that's baseball. So is the sportswriter telling a .383 hitter how to stride, and a 20-victory pitcher trying to write his impressions of the World Series.
Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words. A carnival without kewpie dolls.
A housewife in California couldn't tell you the color of her husband's eyes, but she knows that Yogi Berra is hitting .337, has brown eyes and used to love to eat bananas with mustard. That's baseball. So is the bright sanctity of Cooperstown's Hall of Fame. And the former big leaguer, who is playing out the string in a Class B loop.
Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Game to game. Series to series. Season to season.
It's rain, rain, rain splattering on a puddled tarpaulin as thousands sit in damp disappointment. And the click of typewriters and telegraph keys in the press box -- like so many awakened crickets. Baseball is a cocky batboy. The old-timer whose batting average increases every time he tells it. A lady celebrating a home team rally by mauling her husband with a rolled-up scorecard.
Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby, the flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an overaged pixie named Rabbit Maranville, and Jackie Robinson testifying before a Congressional hearing.
Baseball? It's just a game -- as simple as a ball and a bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. It's a sport, business -- and sometimes even religion.
Baseball is Tradition in flannel knickerbockers. And Chagrin in being picked off base. It is Dignity in the blue serge of an umpire running the game by rule of thumb. It is Humor, holding its sides when an errant puppy eludes two groundskeepers and the fastest outfielder. And Pathos, dragging itself off the field after being knocked from the box.
Nicknames are baseball. Names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.
Baseball is a sweaty, steaming dressing room where hopes and feelings are as naked as the men themselves. It's a dugout with spike-scarred flooring. And shadows across an empty ballpark. It's the endless list of names in box scores, abbreviated almost beyond recognition.
The holdout is baseball, too. He wants 55 grand or he won't turn a muscle. But, it's also the youngster who hitch-hikes from South Dakota to Florida just for a tryout.
Arguments, Casey at the Bat, old cigarette cards, photographs, Take Me Out to the Ball Game -- all of them are baseball.
Baseball is a rookie -- his experience no bigger than the lump in his throat -- trying to begin fulfillment of a dream. It's a veteran, too -- a tired old man of 35, hoping his aching muscles can drag him through another sweltering August and September.
For nine innings, baseball is the story of David and Goliath, of Samson, Cinderella, Paul Bunyan, Homer's Iliad and the Count of Monte Cristo.
Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch. And then going home to Harlem to play stick-ball in the street with his teen-age pals -- that's baseball.
And so is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, "I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth."
Baseball is cigar smoke, hot-roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, winter trades, "Down in Front," and the "Seventh-Inning Stretch." Sore arms, broken bats, a no-hitter, and the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner.
Baseball is a highly paid Brooklyn catcher telling the nation's business leaders: "You have to be a man to be a big leaguer, but you have to have a lot of little boy in you, too."
This is a game for America, this baseball!
Baseball is President Eisenhower tossing out the first ball of the season; and a pudgy schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. Its the big league pitchers who sin in night clubs. And the Hollywood singer who pitches to the Giants in spring training.
A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from his dugout -- that's baseball. So is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running out one of his 714 home runs with mincing steps.
It's America, this baseball. A re-issued newsreel of boyhood dreams. Dreams lost somewhere between boy and man. It's the Bronx cheer and the Baltimore farewell. The left-field screen in Boston, the right-field dump at Nashville's Sulphur Dell, the open stands in San Francisco, the dusty, wind-swept diamond at Albuquerque. And a rock home plate and a chicken wire backstop -- anywhere.
There's a man in Mobile who remembers a triple he saw Honus Wagner hit in Pittsburgh 46 years ago. That's baseball. So is the scout reporting that a 16-year-old sandlot pitcher in Cheyenne is the new "Walter Johnson."
It's a wizened little man shouting insults from the safety of his bleacher seat. And a big, smiling first baseman playfully tousling the hair of a youngster outside the players' gate.
Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered -- or booed. And then becomes a statistic.
In baseball, democracy shines its clearest. Here the only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rule book. Color is something to distinguish one team's uniform from another.
Baseball is Sir Alexander Fleming, discoverer of penicillin, asking his Brooklyn hosts to explain Dodger signals. It's player Moe Berg speaking seven languages and working crossword puzzles in Sanskrit. It's a scramble in the box seats for a foul -- and a $125 suit ruined. A man barking into a hot microphone about a cool beer, that's baseball. So is the sportswriter telling a .383 hitter how to stride, and a 20-victory pitcher trying to write his impressions of the World Series.
Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words. A carnival without kewpie dolls.
A housewife in California couldn't tell you the color of her husband's eyes, but she knows that Yogi Berra is hitting .337, has brown eyes and used to love to eat bananas with mustard. That's baseball. So is the bright sanctity of Cooperstown's Hall of Fame. And the former big leaguer, who is playing out the string in a Class B loop.
Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Game to game. Series to series. Season to season.
It's rain, rain, rain splattering on a puddled tarpaulin as thousands sit in damp disappointment. And the click of typewriters and telegraph keys in the press box -- like so many awakened crickets. Baseball is a cocky batboy. The old-timer whose batting average increases every time he tells it. A lady celebrating a home team rally by mauling her husband with a rolled-up scorecard.
Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby, the flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an overaged pixie named Rabbit Maranville, and Jackie Robinson testifying before a Congressional hearing.
Baseball? It's just a game -- as simple as a ball and a bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. It's a sport, business -- and sometimes even religion.
Baseball is Tradition in flannel knickerbockers. And Chagrin in being picked off base. It is Dignity in the blue serge of an umpire running the game by rule of thumb. It is Humor, holding its sides when an errant puppy eludes two groundskeepers and the fastest outfielder. And Pathos, dragging itself off the field after being knocked from the box.
Nicknames are baseball. Names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.
Baseball is a sweaty, steaming dressing room where hopes and feelings are as naked as the men themselves. It's a dugout with spike-scarred flooring. And shadows across an empty ballpark. It's the endless list of names in box scores, abbreviated almost beyond recognition.
The holdout is baseball, too. He wants 55 grand or he won't turn a muscle. But, it's also the youngster who hitch-hikes from South Dakota to Florida just for a tryout.
Arguments, Casey at the Bat, old cigarette cards, photographs, Take Me Out to the Ball Game -- all of them are baseball.
Baseball is a rookie -- his experience no bigger than the lump in his throat -- trying to begin fulfillment of a dream. It's a veteran, too -- a tired old man of 35, hoping his aching muscles can drag him through another sweltering August and September.
For nine innings, baseball is the story of David and Goliath, of Samson, Cinderella, Paul Bunyan, Homer's Iliad and the Count of Monte Cristo.
Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch. And then going home to Harlem to play stick-ball in the street with his teen-age pals -- that's baseball.
And so is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, "I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth."
Baseball is cigar smoke, hot-roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, winter trades, "Down in Front," and the "Seventh-Inning Stretch." Sore arms, broken bats, a no-hitter, and the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner.
Baseball is a highly paid Brooklyn catcher telling the nation's business leaders: "You have to be a man to be a big leaguer, but you have to have a lot of little boy in you, too."
This is a game for America, this baseball!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
34 Degrees and Spitting Snow!
Sounds fans braving the cold huddle behind blankets while watching their team play the New Orleans Zephyrs April 6, 2007.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Rules for dating my daughter...
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you wan t to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features c hain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bri ng my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you wan t to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features c hain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bri ng my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
"Everybody Has to Cross the River"
This is an IQ test given to job applicants in Japan.
The IQ test rules are:
1. Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
2. The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence
3. The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence
4. The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
5. Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
6. To move the people click on them.
7. To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.
To start, click on blue circle. Take the IQ test now: I.Q. Test
The IQ test rules are:
1. Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
2. The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence
3. The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence
4. The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
5. Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
6. To move the people click on them.
7. To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.
To start, click on blue circle. Take the IQ test now: I.Q. Test
Friday, February 02, 2007
THE OLD PATHS
I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.! .
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.
Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave..
Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.
Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.
Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
People loved the truth,
And hated a lie;
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!
Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.
Cursing was wicked;
Drinking was evil;
And divorce was unthinkable.
The flag was ! honored ;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!
We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house
To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
Sex was a personal word.
Homosexual was an unheard of word,
And abortion was an illegal word.
Preachers preached because they had a message;
And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!
Preachers preached from the Bible;
Singers sang from the heart;
And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!
A new birth meant a new life;
Salvation meant a changed life! ;
Following Christ led to eternal life.
Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;
Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;
Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;
And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!
Laws were based on the Bible;
Homes read the Bible;
And churches taught the Bible.
Preachers were more interested in new converts,
Than new clothes and new cars.
God was worshiped;
Christ was exalted;
And the Holy Spirit was respected.
Church was where you found Christians
On the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,
On the creek bank, on the golf course,
Or being entertained somewhere else.
I still like the old paths the best !
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
He Is God
He is the First and Last,The Beginning that will never end!
He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!He is the Architect of the universe and the Manager of all times.He always was, He always is, and He always will be ...unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!He was pierced and eased pain!He was persecuted and brought freedom!He was dead and brought life!He is risen and brings power!He reigns and brings Peace!The world can't understand him,The armies can't defeat Him,The schools can't explain Him, and The leaders can't ignore Him.Herod couldn't kill Him, The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and The people couldn't hold Him!Nero couldn't crush Him, Hitler couldn't silence Him,The New Age can't replace Him, and "Oprah" can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,His word is eternal,His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me.He is my Savior,He is my guide, and He is my peace!He is my Joy,He is my comfort,He is my Lord, and He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise,the power of the powerful, the ancient of days, the ruler of rulers, the leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and is to come. And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size.
His goal is a relationship with ME!He will never leave me,never forsake me,never mislead me,never forget me,never overlook me andnever cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!When I fail, He forgives!When I am weak, He is strong!When I am lost, He is the way!When I am afraid, He is my courage!When I stumble, He steadies me!When I am hurt, He heals me!When I am broken, He mends me!When I am blind, He leads me!When I am hungry, He feeds me!When I face trials, He is with me!When I face persecution, He shields me! When I face problems, He comforts me!When I face loss, He provides for me!When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody everywhere, every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful. I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this...
He said it and that settles it.God is in control, I am on His side,and that means all is well with my soul.
Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!
He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!He is the Architect of the universe and the Manager of all times.He always was, He always is, and He always will be ...unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!He was pierced and eased pain!He was persecuted and brought freedom!He was dead and brought life!He is risen and brings power!He reigns and brings Peace!The world can't understand him,The armies can't defeat Him,The schools can't explain Him, and The leaders can't ignore Him.Herod couldn't kill Him, The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and The people couldn't hold Him!Nero couldn't crush Him, Hitler couldn't silence Him,The New Age can't replace Him, and "Oprah" can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,His word is eternal,His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me.He is my Savior,He is my guide, and He is my peace!He is my Joy,He is my comfort,He is my Lord, and He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise,the power of the powerful, the ancient of days, the ruler of rulers, the leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and is to come. And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size.
His goal is a relationship with ME!He will never leave me,never forsake me,never mislead me,never forget me,never overlook me andnever cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!When I fail, He forgives!When I am weak, He is strong!When I am lost, He is the way!When I am afraid, He is my courage!When I stumble, He steadies me!When I am hurt, He heals me!When I am broken, He mends me!When I am blind, He leads me!When I am hungry, He feeds me!When I face trials, He is with me!When I face persecution, He shields me! When I face problems, He comforts me!When I face loss, He provides for me!When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody everywhere, every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful. I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this...
He said it and that settles it.God is in control, I am on His side,and that means all is well with my soul.
Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Michael Jordan vs Nashville Xpress
Jordan Hitting At a .333 Clip Published: April 25, 1994Michael Jordan extended his hitting streak to 11 games today, going 1 for 3 in the Birmingham Barons' 5-3 loss to the Nashville Xpress in the Southern League. Jordan had an infield single in the fourth inning. The former basketball star is batting .333, with 15 hits in 45 at-bats, for the White Sox's Class AA team. As a right fielder, Jordan is errorless in 17 chances.
On Saturday, Jordan went 2 for 5 with 2 runs batted in in the Barons' 9-4 victory over the Xpress.
1940 NASHVILLE VOLS (101-47)
In the 60-year history of the Southern Association, only a bare handful of clubs crossed the 100-win barrier. One of these select few played in 1940. This team, located in the league’s northernmost city, had the benefit of being piloted by the greatest manager in the annals of Southern Association history.
1980 NASHVILLE SOUNDS (97 - 46)
The Nashville Sounds of 1980, one of only two modern Southern League entrants on the top 100 list, was led by a pair of future major league managers. During the campaign, one did his job from the bench while the other contributed from the plate. Ten years later, one succeeded the other as manager for the same big league club
Greer Stadium
Beautifully engraved certificate from the Vols, Inc. issued in 1959. This historic document has an ornate border around it with a vignette of the company's name. This item has the signatures of the Company's President, Herschel Lynn Greer and Secretary, Eddy Arnold and is over 46 years old.In 1901, while baseball was still in its infancy, minor league baseball came Nashville in the form of the Nashville Vols. The Vols were inaugural members of the Southern Association.Herschel Lynn Greer, Sr. (1906-1976). Born in Dickson County, Tennessee, Greer made his mark in the financial business when he co-organized Guaranty Mortgage Company in 1940 and served as President and Chairman of the Board until 1969. Mr. Greer was an avid baseball fan and one of the organizers of Vols, Inc., a corporation organized to keep baseball in Nashville. He headed the drive to sell stock in Vols, Inc. (in which there were 4876 stockholders). He served as the first president of the Nashville Vols, which was successful in retaining a baseball club in Nashville for several years. In 1978, the city of Nashville and Sounds president Larry Schmittou posthumously honored Mr. Greer by naming the home of the Nashville Sounds "Herschel Greer Stadium."
Monday, August 21, 2006
100 Years
THE YEAR 1906
This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine! The year is 1906. One hundred years ago. What a difference a century makes! Here are some? statistics for the Year? 190 6 :
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The average life expectancy? was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
.
There were only 8,000 cars?? and only 144 miles
Of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel< /SPAN> Tower!
The average wage in was 22 cents per hour.
The average? worker made between $200 and $400 per year .
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births? took place at HOME .
Ninety percent of all? doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!
Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which
Were condemned in the press AND the government as "substandard."
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used
Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from
Entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death? were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza 2. Tuberculosis 3. Diarrhea 4. Heart disease 5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars.?
The population of Las Vegas, < /SPAN>Nevada, was only 30!!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea
Hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10? adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect ?guardian of health." ( Shocking? DUH! )
Eighteen percent of households? ?had at least
One full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE ! U.S.A. !
Now I forwarded this from someone else without typing
It myself, and sent it to you and others all over the United States,& Canada?
Possibly the world, in a matter of seconds!
Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.
IT STAGGERS THE MIND, EH .?
This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine! The year is 1906. One hundred years ago. What a difference a century makes! Here are some? statistics for the Year? 190 6 :
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The average life expectancy? was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
.
There were only 8,000 cars?? and only 144 miles
Of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel< /SPAN> Tower!
The average wage in was 22 cents per hour.
The average? worker made between $200 and $400 per year .
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births? took place at HOME .
Ninety percent of all? doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!
Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which
Were condemned in the press AND the government as "substandard."
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used
Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from
Entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death? were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza 2. Tuberculosis 3. Diarrhea 4. Heart disease 5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars.?
The population of Las Vegas, < /SPAN>Nevada, was only 30!!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea
Hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10? adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect ?guardian of health." ( Shocking? DUH! )
Eighteen percent of households? ?had at least
One full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE ! U.S.A. !
Now I forwarded this from someone else without typing
It myself, and sent it to you and others all over the United States,& Canada?
Possibly the world, in a matter of seconds!
Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.
IT STAGGERS THE MIND, EH .?
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
Tennessee History
Tennessee State Library and Archives
http://www.tennessee.gov/tsla/index.htm
Tennessee Division, SCV
http://www.tennessee-scv.org/
Cane Ridge, Tennessee
http://www.tennessee-scv.org/Camp854/joelbattle.html
http://www.tennessee.gov/tsla/index.htm
Tennessee Division, SCV
http://www.tennessee-scv.org/
Cane Ridge, Tennessee
http://www.tennessee-scv.org/Camp854/joelbattle.html
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