Hell of a Guy
We didn't lose the game; we just ran out of time. - Vince Lombardi

Sunday, November 12, 2006

This Damn Laptop and Other Stuff


I am sitting in the lobby of a Starbucks in Bridgeport, WV, which in itself seems so out of place in an area with lots of farms and coal mines, and I am confounded by this damn laptop.  My purpose for coming here at 6:05am was solely to check my e-mail.  The Nancy and I are staying at my “wish-she-was-my-daughter” and our son-in-law’s home for a short “see-the-grandkids” visit.  I was not able to log on yesterday afternoon or evening after we arrived, so I thought I would come here this morning and git-er-done. 

That’s what I thought, and that ain’t what is happening.  I couldn’t log on to my e-mail for some inexplicable reason.  Being the technological giant that I am, which in benign terms means I don’t have a clue as to why I cannot log on, I decided to write this post for the website.

I am not so good these days, even with all my Millennium experience, to be free of some frustration.  This daggone contraption ticks me off at least once an hour.  Especially when it seemingly locks up tight and won’t get unstuck until I manually shut it down and reboot it.  Because of all the firewall crap my company has in place that alone can take five to ten minutes.  I truly believe this Dell got a virus and never recovered.  It may also be terminal, and if it doesn’t get better soon I am going to put it out of its misery – and mine.

Now that I have myself started on this subject I may as well spit it out.  Another thing that just frosts my cajones is people who are so miserable they want to ensnare me in their crap.  You know them, they’re the ones who can find a molecule shit in a sea joy and seemingly take great pleasure – in a miserable sort of way – in bringing it to everyone’s attention.  They love to suck the joy out of the moment.

I have (had) a friend in Richmond, Virginia, who I have not seen or spoken to in a couple of years, whose life just literally sucks and none of it is his fault.  He could fall into a vat of honey and come out smelling like you-know-what.  I bet he has had fifty or more jobs in his lifetime.  His resume could probably be bound like a book, perhaps as thick as a novel.  With all of his jobs, within a short period time, he would tell me his boss is incompetent and that he could do the job better or the company should be doing this or that.  It’s almost like clockwork.  I don’t believe he has ever held a job more than a year or two, some just months or weeks.  It is very sad, and he takes no responsibility for the events affecting his life.  I wonder where he is now.  Even with him being as weird as he is, I have always liked him.  He has redeeming qualities if would he just accept he is what he is and he alone is the cause of his conditions.  I pray for him to be happy.

How about people who drive in the fast lane and wouldn’t move over if Jesus was behind them?  Or, the ones who drive in the fast lane and match the speed of a vehicle in the right lane and just stay there oblivious to the world around them.  I get very anxious when I am driving and another driver gets up so closely that I cannot see the headlights of the car in my rearview mirror, and I am already exceeding the posted limit.  Now that bugs me.  I think other drivers frustrate me more than anything in this world.  If they are going faster than me they are jerks, and if slower, idiots.  Make sense?

What about people who make statements without any basis of fact to back up what they are saying?  As an example, we have heard it said the some shop owners in Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711 deal drugs.  Otherwise they couldn’t make enough money to remain in business or meet their monthly nut.  Why do people do that stuff?

What about those people who love to butt in line?  You’ve seen them, they sort of sneak up, or believe they are sneaking up, and slip into a line very nonchalantly.  I‘ve seen this happen countless times, so many I suppose that I am now kind of numb to it. 

I don’t say anything to these people, that would prove fruitless for me, and I don’t allow things that bug me to bug me for long.  To labor in frustration or dwell on some minor issue is wacky, wasteful and downright dumb.  I will have to say at times when one of these silly little things gets to me, I tend to give it the mental finger and move on.  It doesn’t make any sense to ruminate over little things – don’t sweat the small stuff.

Something I once mentioned in one of these postings was a time I went to a McDonalds and was standing in a line of maybe eight or ten people.  Over to one side were a man and a woman who were both very obviously upset.  The man had a red face with arms crossed over his chest, and his wife had the same look.  They stood in front of the counter grumbling.  A man, I assumed to be the manager, came over to them a couple of times to apologize for the time it was taking to put their order together.  The more he said the more the couple grumbled.  Finally, after about three or four minutes, they got their food and turned to leave, but were still grumbling about how long it took to get their food and how inept this McDonalds was at filling simple orders.  I think the ordeal ruined their day and I had to laugh.  Here were people getting upset about a breakfast order at a McDonalds while people in some places in the world had nothing to eat.  It was at this time people in New Orleans where battling to preserve their homes and burying their dead.  Amazing!

Ah! Boy!  Don’t get me started.  I think this is all I have to say about that…for now.     

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A Scholarship to Millennium3 Education’s Basic Workshop


Millennium3 Education is allowing The Nancy and me a number of scholarships to give away for the November 17-20 Basic Training Workshop in Dallas, Texas.  We are allowed one for each of the people we have shared our experience with and who have attended one of more of the workshops.  For she and I this is eighteen scholarships.  I haven’t checked in a while but I believe this is worth $495.00.  The only stipualtion is that the recipient has to be open to attending the Advanced Workshop, the second in a series of three.  This doesn’t mean you are obiligated to go, you just need to be open to the possibility.

If you have been reading my blog then you know how very much I value the experience of attending these workshops.  They definitely changed my outlook on life, my family, my friends and my relationship with God.  While these are not faith based, one of two things will occur, in my opinion, should you attend;  If you are a spiritual person your spirituality will be enhanced.  If you, as I was, not as spiritual, you will come away lifted higher than you have ever been…high on life, that is.

I have witnessed the tranformation of so many people who have attended these workshops.  My wife was the first.  I have seen marriages saved and restored.  I have witnessed shy people come out of their shells and the righteous humbled.  Trust me on this…if you do this you will seek me out to give me a hug. 

Check out Millennium at http://www.millennium3education.com If yo.u wish to take advantage of my offer you can let me know via a comment.

And that is all I have to say about this for now…

Saturday, November 04, 2006

November 7, 2006 Thank the Lord…


Tuesday is a day I have been waiting to get here for a couple of months. 

Tuesday is Election Day.  Finally, those blasted TV campaign ads will end.  I am so sick of Republicans and Democrats, and divisive rhetoric being played over and over on the TV and the radio.  I hope the Democrats take the House and Senate…they can’t screw it up any more than it is now or has ever been, or can they?  I bet they can and will, or the Republicans will retain control to the same end.  Whatever!

The change won’t mean a damn thing as far as Iraq is concerned – remember Viet Nam.  We were there through three presidents.  It, too, was a political war.

Will education change? No!  Will healthcare or Social Security change?  No!  Will politics be as usual – The Left, left and the Right, right?  You bet.  Nothing will change.

Will income taxes go up?  Probably!  The “rich,” only 10% of American families make in excess of $100,000 per year, will pay a little more, but so will everyone else.

The minimum wage will most likely go up and so will prices to offset the cost of the increase, and no benefit will be felt except to the politicians who told the lies that poor people would be better off. 

I would like to give all the candidates a right- and a left-handed digital expression and withhold my vote, but I cannot.

Please, do your duty as an American and go vote on Tuesday?  Whatever the outcome we will get the government we deserve, right or wrong.  Then we can start over once again and bitch about it for another two years.

PS - Joke added on November 6: Not sure where this came from or who wrote it, but I like it. 

While walking down the street one day a US senator is
tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the

“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the man.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What
we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the senator.

“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he
goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to
greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy
who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the
elevator rises..

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

“Now it’s time to visit heaven.”

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of
contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in
heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the
trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his
“I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning…... Today you voted.”

And that is all I have to say about that…

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