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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Dinner with the Girls…


You don’t have to know them to love them.  Jessica, the granddaughter, and A.K, her BFF are both fifteen; both are very beautiful young ladies; both very intelligent, but both very fifteen.

The Nancy and I had dinner with them last night.  We had a blast.  The girls, Jessica typically quiet around us when just with us, unless she wants something, became alive with A.K. present.  A.K. is a talker, without a shy bone in her body.  If they survive adolescence unscathed, both will find success in adulthood, on that I have no doubt in my mind, provided, that is, they can learn to utter a sentence that is not punctuated with a repetitive “like” between every other word.

I am in love with both these girls; they are just a joy to be with.  I fully suspect had The Nancy and I just taken Jessica to dinner the conversation would have been more just between the two of us than the three of us.  I get the distinct feeling Jessica is not enamored with having to satisfy the need of her grandparents to spend time one-on-one with her, but she does it for her Maw-Maw. 

The most interesting part of our time with these wonderful young people was listening to them rag on their parents.  It was as if these two were the first teenagers to realize what old-fashioned, boring, so-un-with-it idiots, whose sole purpose for being on the planet is to make their lives unbearable, were made by God to be their parents.  Why couldn’t they have cool parents like some of their friends?  We listened to their complaints and acknowledged their pain, all the while chuckling on the inside knowing we had similar experiences a million years ago ourselves.

I so want these girls to grow into educated, productive, English-speaking adults, and to find success in their chosen field and in who they truly are.  I sincerely hope the path to it is without major obstacles getting in the way.  And my biggie is, I hope I live long enough to see both of them with daughters of their own who think they are “psychotic” and beyond reason.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Millennium Record…


The Nancy and I have shared our Millennium experience with about twenty-five people since we did the workshops, her in beginning in May 2004 and me in November of that year. 

The program there in Dallas is made up of three personal growth and development workshops.  Believe me, it ain’t rocket science.  It simply just good old common sense imparted in a different, thought provoking way.  For me, it was the greatest thing I have ever done, and I experienced one epiphany after another, a real eye-opener.  It was for The Nancy, as well, and it was because of her way of being that I went to get some of what she had.

Of the people who have gone, some have completed the three workshops, most did at least two, some but one, and that was disappointing to me because I know what they missed out on.  Of all the people we have gotten there, just two dropped out after one day.  One day of a three day workshop, and I don’t get it.  I am not upset this happens.  I saw people do this in each of those I attended, and two workshops when I was on the volunteer coaching staff.  I suppose I just don’t understand how someone could not be interested in making themselves better when deep down inside they know they are pretty fucked up, and aspects of their lives are a reflection of it.

I am convinced everyone on the planet needs to workshops.  If this were mandatory I am more than convinced there would be no war, no crime, no cheating and complete and utter adherence to the Golden Rule.

These folks that give up, give up on themselves and are doomed to repeat the history they created for themselves.  What a shame!!!

And that is all I have to say about that…

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Walking on Sunshine…


Not sure what is it for, but there is a commercial on TV where a guy indicates he feels so good it’s like “walking on sunshine.”  For me, a guy who “If I were any better I’d be twins!” and “If I were any better I’d have to run backwards to keep from flying,” this was music to my ears and very quickly added to my “How are you today?” arsenal.

I saw a blurb on Facebook from a friend taken from the “Forest Gump” movie that I wholeheartedly disagree.  “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you are going to get.”

In light of all the books out their like “The Secret,” “The Four Agreements” and “Conversations with God,” and personal growth workshops like, dare I say it again, Millennium3 Education in Dallas (http://www.millennium3education.com), this premise just doesn’t hold water.

You see, I, and I alone, am fully responsible for what happens in my life, as I have said before.  Believe me, this makes for such a great outlook on life and life’s circumstances.  I am in control of the chocolates in my box, and if I happen to bite into one that isn’t my favorite I sure as hell know who picked it.

And that is all I have to say about that… 

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Up, Up and Away…


I don’t know what it is about flying, but I love it, most of the time.  It was a short flight from Baltimore to Charlotte the other morning, and for the most part a most perfect day for flying.  The second leg from Charlotte to Columbia, SC the same.

I am one of those people who enjoy staring out the window when the ground can be seen from high above in the sky.  To me there is just something very soothing and serene about the earth flowing beneath the aircraft five miles below.  It allows me the perspective, I think, God has of His earth.

Monday I flew down here to welcome my newest sales rep to my company.  The flight, though I did not want to be anywhere close to an airplane on Monday, allowed me to assemble the pieces of who I am and why I am, and what I am about.

This new member of my team is but 25-years old.  For crying out loud, I have pimples on my ass older than that, but nonetheless, it is up to me to bring this young person into the fold.  To do this, it was more than necessary for me to shift into high gear, to get my act together.

It has been about five years since I had a newly employed rep to orient to my business.  I have misplaced more in my memory in that five years than I care to imagine.  What the hell can a 66-year old teach a 25-year old that the 25-year old couldn’t pick up in a week of practical sales in the field?  This, very frankly, is of a huge concern to me.  I don’t wish to let the new rep down, and the thought of being inadequate is more than a blow to my ego than anyone could know.

In the words of that famous Lakota Indian chief, “What the fuck do I do now, coach?”

And that is all I have to say about that…

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