Friday, November 27, 2009
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Tallest Tree
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Christmas Mystery
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Seasonal Symptoms
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Political Percentages
DEMOCRAT: Someone who is 51% arrogant and 49% greedy.
REPUBLICAN: Someone who is 49% arrogant and 51% greedy.
INDEPENDENT: Someone who is 50% arrogant and 50% greedy.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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Almost Perfect
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Wedding Cake
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Foolproof Directions
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Between A Rock And A Hard Place
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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Healthy Common Sense
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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Great Adventures
Come to think of it, Sunday sermons at our church are like that.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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Never Upside Down
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Consensus Is Not Science
http://holycoast.blogspot.com/2009/11/science-doesnt-support-current-global.html
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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Dead Horse
The wise man grabs a shovel and buries it.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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Thinking
ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think."
— Thomas A. Edison
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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Death of Liberty
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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50/50
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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The Aging of Time
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Competency
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Admiration
The person who says, "I cannot tell a lie".
Or the person who says, "I won't tell a lie".
Beware of the arrogant, for we are all sinners.
Admire the person who says, "I'll try not to".
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Scarce
Scarce sir...mighty scarce.
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Lightning and Bugs
How about the difference between lightning and a bunch of lightning bugs?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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Intolerance
I am predjudice toward you.
I am afraid of you.
And any relationship I may have with you,
Will be utterly intolerable.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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Everywhere, Somewhere, Nowhere
We are everywhere.
But if we do not stand up
And we do not speak up
We will be nowhere.
And those that are left
Will be organized somewhere.
And the United States of America
Will be GONE!!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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Old and Young
Monday, October 5, 2009
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Destinations
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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Magic Beans
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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Basket Weaving 101
Monday, September 28, 2009
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Exciting And Dangerous Lifestyle
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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Somebody
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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To Spread or Not To Spread
— Barack Obama
"You don't make the poor richer by making the rich poorer."
— Winston S. Churchill
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After Life Guarantee
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Smarter
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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Verification
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The First Squeeze
— Bill Watterson
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Learning
Friday, September 18, 2009
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Coat of Character
Monday, September 14, 2009
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Counting
And not everything that counts can be counted.”
- Albert Einstein
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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I Wish
I wish ther was no such thing as floods and famines.
And I wish there was no such thing as cleaning out the cat box.
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When I Was Alive
I wasn't Billy Graham,
I wasn't Abraham Lincoln,
And I wasn't Bill Gates.
I was just me.
And the Lord just told me that the world is a better place,
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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Dreaming
Friday, September 11, 2009
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Town Hall Debates
— Robert F. Kennedy
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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On The Other Hand
— Jack Handey
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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No Brainer
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Chief Cook
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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Your As Young As You Feel
Slim says, 'I feel just like a newborn baby.'
'Really!? Like a newborn baby!?'
'Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.'
Monday, September 7, 2009
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Crooked Road - Straight Road
"Son, your a crooked road that needs straightening."
To which the son replied, "But dad, straight roads are boring."
I wonder if they made it to the wood shed?
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Climb Your Mountain
- Reason #1: Sooner or later you'll run out of gas.
- Reason #2: You can't coast uphill
Saturday, September 5, 2009
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Pundits Beware
Friday, August 28, 2009
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Good Blog - Great Blog
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Opportunities
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Athiest Heaven
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Greatest Teacher
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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Five Pianos
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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A Girl Thing...A Boy Thing
I have had the wonderful experience of helping my wife raise our two daughters. We are also in the process of helping our oldest daughter raise three of our soon to be eight grandchildren. Those three live just down the street. The other four soon to be five live 300 miles away. As for the three down the street, Brooke is fourteen, Bentley is twelve, and, as I've mentioned, five year old Ben. Since his mom is a single mom and Nana takes care of him when mommy is working he is surrounded by all girls, except Papa. Therefore, there have been times in the past couple of years when I have had to explain to him that there are certain things that girls do and there are certain things that boys do. Let me illustrate.
Once his sisters dressed him up in girls clothes. I told him boys don't wear dresses, only girls wear dresses. He kept on wearing the dress and having a blast, but I'm sure he understood it was a girl thing. Another time one of his sisters painted his toes with fingernail polish. Papa said, "Only girls wear fingernail polish". He still thought his toes looked cool, but I'm sure he understood it was a girl thing. And then there are times when I tell him that there were things that boys do that girls don't do. Like the time when Papa and Ben went fishing off the dock and Ben had to pee. There was no one around and there was no potty to be found. Well, you get the picture. It's a boy thing.
So what does all of that have to do with Ben telling Papa what "a girl thing" is? Please read on.
Monday was the first day of school and Ben's first day of kindergarten. We had decided that Papa would pick up the kids in the morning and take them to school on his way to work. But being such a big event, mommy arranged to go into work a little late just to take Ben and his sisters to school the first day. The next morning I drove down the street and picked them up to take them to school. Mommy gave Ben a big hug at the front door and said, "Love you". Ben gave his mom a big hug in return and said, "Love you mommy". Ben got in the car in his seat in back next to his big sister. His other sister rode up front with me for the five minute ride to school. It was a foggy morning so we had a detailed discussion about the differences between fog and smoke. Like, you can smell smoke but you can't smell fog. Then, out of the blue and just as we were pulling into the school parking lot, Ben said to his older sister, "Love you Brooke". Then he said to is younger sister, "Love you Bentley". I waited a second and said, "How about me?". There was a slight pause and Ben replied, "Papa, that's a girl thing".
See, even Ben lets Papa know that certain things are a girl thing and crtain things are a boy thing. And now I don't worry as much about wether or not I'm doing a good job helping my daughter raise her son (the son I never had). Oh, and you folks don't have to worry either. When there are no other boys or girls around Ben wraps his arms around me and says, "Love you Papa".
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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Disabilities
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Mental Health
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Sleepy Conscience Syndrome
You put twenty dollars in the offering plate every Sunday and buy twenty dollars worth of lottery tickets every Monday.
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Eyes Closed
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A Wise Miss
Especially if you're about to shoot yourself in the foot.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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The Winds of Grace
I tried rowing against the wind and it was impossible.
I tried rowing with wind and that helped.
Then I raised the sails of Jesus Christ.
Halleluiah, Heaven is just over the horizon!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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Even Though We're All Americans
— Terry Pratchett (with a twist)
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Comic Book Clarity
— Captain America
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I Hope Not.
— Harlan Ellison
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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Style Or Principle?
-Thomas Jefferson
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Meekness Defined
2 Timothy 1:7
Friday, July 31, 2009
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Liberty 2009 ?
— Edmund Burke
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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What Was Good For The Colonists Is Good Enough For Me
Let none other be heard among us,
Than those of a good citizen,
An open and resolute friend,
A virtuous supporter of
The rights of all mankind,
And an eternal defender of
The Constitution of the United States of America.
Thomas Paine circa 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Wolves Eat Sheep
— Edward R. Murrow
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
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Wisdom of A Six Year Old
Think about this.
My six year old granddaughter lives in South Carolina. A few weeks ago her dad had a job interview in New Hamspire. He and my daughter decided it would be nice to make the trip a week long family affair. So, they packed my four gradchildren in their Ford F-150 supercab pick-up and drove to New Hampshire.
After a very long and very cramped two days on the road my son-in-law announced that they were about to cross the state line into New Hamshire. Everyone looked out the window and, finally, there was the interstate sign that said "Welcome to New Hampshire". There was a loud collective cheer from the four road weary kids. Then my son-in-law pointed to another sign on the side of the road and informed his children that it was New Hampshire's state motto, "Live Free or Die". There was a long period of silence inside the cramped pick-up and then my six year old granddaughter, knowing that she perhaps would be living in New Hampshire, declared,
"I guess I'll live free".
Think about the history and the true meaning of "Live Free or Die" and the person who first spoke those words. Think about all of the brave patriots who fought and died for our country. Now think about how easy it was for my six year old granddaughter to declare..."I Guess I'll Live Free".
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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Why "Think About It"?
I, on the other hand, was recently out of the military, had been laid off due to the bad economy, and was in training to become an insurance salesman (I had to support my new family somehow). Part of my training required attending a seminar which included a luncheon featuring Mr. Longley as the guest speaker. There was about a dozen trainees at the seminar. We had our lunch and then listened to Mr. Longley give a somewhat atypical political stump speech in that he kept repeating over and over; "I am not a professional politician"..."I am not a professional politician"..."I am not a professional politician". And if you looked at his resume he wasn't a "professional" politician. He was an insurance man who was also a lawyer running for political office for the first time as an Independent.
When Mr. Longley finished we were instructed to form a line to say hello to him and then pay for our lunch. I will never forget what happened next. The guy in front of me took a ten dollar bill out of his wallet to pay for the lunch and put it in his left hand. He walked up to Mr. Longley and as they were shaking hands Mr. Longley, without hesitation, took the ten dollar bill, said "thank you for your your support", and stiffed the ten dollars in his pocket. He then turned and greeted me. I then looked at the guy in front of me. He was just standing there staring at his left hand with his mouth wide open.
The luncheon was the end of the seminar and as I was walking to my car I noticed in the far corner of the parking lot Mr. Longley's big motor home that he used for his campaign tours around the state. Painted all along both sides of the motor home was his campaign slogan "Think About It". And, you guessed it. All I could "think about" was the guy's ten dollar bill going into Mr. (I'm not a professional politician) Longley's pocket in the blink of an eye. I thought about it so much that I did not vote for him on election day. Election day came and, you guessed it again, James B. Longley, Jr. became the first Independent governor of the State of Maine. But, I have to admit, Mr. Longley was not a professioanl politician in one respect. Most of the promises he made during his campaign, he kept. His most repeated promise was, if elected, he would serve only one term...and he did!
Thus, the origin of the name of this blog. I hope that whatever I say here will cause you to pause and................. "Think About It".
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