Wednesday, September 26, 2007

From an email I received today

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1940's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a van - loose - was always great fun.

We drank water from the garden hosepipe and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because...... WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no text messaging, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents .

We played with worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. Made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! Local teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

Monday, September 24, 2007

A Little Baseball

Did anyone else notice the "x" next to the Angels name in the standings? I did.

What does the "x" mean? Matt, I knew you'd ask. x=clinched division.

Playoffs here we come. Sorry Mariner fans. Better luck next year.
Marcel Marceau dies at 84. A moment of silence while we wave goodbye.

Friday, September 21, 2007

It has been a rough week. It has been a rough month.

Tonight I am looking forward to a Mute Math concert with my wife.

Tomorrow I am looking forward to sleeping in and 3:10 to Yuma with the guys.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

People may I have your attention please. It is "a lot" not "alot" or "allot".

Really. It's not that hard. Right Chris. I know you know.
There is a lack of attention getting paid to the Los Angeles Angels of Anahiem. Hello! They are tied for the best record in the Majors. So here is a shout out to my team.

GO ANGELS!!!
I guess when your team is made up of hard working players who get the job done instead of overpaid, egotistical, dirt bags (a la the Yankees) it is easy to ignore you. Just wait 'til October people.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Arrr, hello Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?

It is officially Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Give me your best pirate line.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

It's a Special Day

Guess Who's Birthday it is Today???!!! No, No Besides Prince Harry's.

And Dan Marino's.

Come on people don't you know.

Maybe we can get her to stand up.


*****
(Enticing Applause Inserted Here)

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Oh come on Don't be shy. Will the Birthday Girl PLEASE stand up. Where is she?

Come on Cheer her on. Let's make some noise.

*****
(Thunderous Clapping)

*****

I think it's working...

There she is! Wahoo! Yipee!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY!

Here's to another year.

I LOVE YOU KATHI!

Friday, September 14, 2007

Today I took a little tumble at work. We were loading a couple sea containers with some equipment heading to China and I was helping secure the equipment in the container. As I went to climb out my left foot caught a rubber grommit as my right was swinging over for the jump. I lost my balance and fell about four feet to the ground... in front of five other people. I landed on my left hip and elbow. Ow! I quickly stood up and said that I was okay. As I said it I was taking a mental inventory on the possible injuries. It came up blank. I was okay. So I laughed it off. Once I laughed the guys all laughed too. It must have been quite the sight.

Now two hours later I am sitting in my office chair a little sore.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Always on the look out for the creative check this out. Junky Car Club.

Mike Foster, a founding member of X3Church has put this together. I love it because the concept is simple. Now all we need is the Junky Car Club Mechanics to help keep the cost of repairs to the junkers down. Come on wrench-heads out there, one of you will step up.

Abortion Kills

I will admit up front that I have not had a passion for the issue of abortion. I don't know much about it and have never felt called to be an activist fighting against it. Well I came across an organization that is fighting the good fight against abortion. They are Abort73. Their website is fascinating, disturbing, informative and heart wrenching. I will do my part, although an eansy-weansy part, to spread the word and to pray.

Father, forgive us for not acting on behalf of the helpless. Forgive me for turning away and not paying attention to this slaughter. Forgive them as they know not what they do.