Sunday, November 18, 2007

ONE TREE....three experiences


How can one tree have different stripes of color? It is amazing....it has one common trunk....and yet....it changes and displays different colors. My friend Bob said it's like the trinity....so that really started the thinking process.


The Father, Son (Jesus), and the Holy Spirit..... One....three experiences.....hmmmmmmmmm.


Symbolism is amazing as God provides us with all kinds of examples of his Love, Hope, and Devotion to us, His people. Finding God in the most unusual place is a treasure....We should all be on the constant lookout for the treasures He provides....and isn't that what treasure is? You have to LOOK for it....

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

"Leaf it to a six year old"

Sometimes...even when you are having pain in the shoulder.....one must take care of responsibilities such as leaf pickup in your yard. I am going to the Dr. tomorrow but I figured Dawson and I could do some of it prior to me being told not to.

I had no help because Lindsay is in San Francisco on business and well, we won't go into why I get no other help. Dawson was a big helper due to the big reward being dangled in front of him. Jumping in the ginormous leaf pile was certainly worthy of the work to get to that point. Once we were ready......he climbed on top of the big rock in the front and jumped several times while I tried to capture the jumps midstream. Poor thing had to jump several times.....and then we buried him in the leaves. Here are some pictorial highlights of leaf pickup, 2007.


Little D in the leaves
Look at that little face.....reminds me of E.T. in the toy pile...lol

Get ready....set....


Jump!!!!!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I didn't know there was a book on the subject!

This is a book I HAVE to read......it sounds awfully familiar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you’ve never encountered a jerk or a bully at the office, you should consider yourself one of the lucky few. According to Stanford University professor Robert I. Sutton in his book “The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized Workplace and Surviving One That Isn’t,” workplace jerks are everywhere, and most people will encounter one of these people over the course of their professional life.
Based on an article he wrote for the Harvard Business Review, “The No Asshole Rule” is Sutton’s tell-it-like-it-is guide to dealing with the individuals who demean their fellow workers while undermining a company’s performance. Simply put, no office should put up with jerks.
The characters in question are typically the people often referred to as bullies, creeps, jerks, tormentors, despots, backstabbers, egomaniacs and the like. For Sutton, however, no other term sums up the fear and loathing these people stir up better than a**hole. Their behavior in so many of today’s workplaces can be damaging to not only fellow workers and the companies that employ them, but themselves as well.
“If you display contempt,” he writes in chapter four, “others will respond in much the same way, igniting a vicious circle that can turn everyone around you into a mean-spirited monster just like you.”

Unfortunately, many workplaces today ignore, forgive or even encourage nastiness.

So great was the outpouring of reader reactions to Sutton’s article, he decided to turn it into a full-fledged book, which he hopes will serve to both comfort the many workers who must work with these jerks and help organizations eliminate these personalities.
Among the topics the book covers:
How to differentiate one of these people from someone who simply annoys you (One indication: After talking to the alleged offender, one feels oppressed, humiliated, de-energized or belittled).
10 steps for enforcing the rule (Step four: Treat certified a**holes as incompetent employees).
Everyday actions of workplace bullies, including rude interruptions and invading one’s “personal territory.”

A comprehensive self-test to see if you are the office jerk

(Two signs: You are quick to point out others’ mistakes, and you secretly enjoy watching other people suffer and squirm).

Sutton backs up his claims by offering statistics about the detrimental effects of psychological abuse and bullying. And the most impressive points? The hilarious anecdotes Sutton provides from his own experiences and those of others.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Choices

Life is all about choices. God gives us free reign to pick and choose any pathway, roadway, or avenue we so choose. He gives us warning signs....detour advice....and tries to "block" the road when there is imminent danger or bad choices ahead. WE must open our eyes to see all of His advice. So....if you:

stay in a relationship where one half is llieing to you, cheating on you, deceiving you when you aren't looking....then you will have to deal with a life of uncertainty, stress, and horrible insecurity. It is YOUR CHOICE to put up with that!!!!! (wake up)

allow adult children to berate you, insult you, judge you, and use you...then all you will get are those children when they need or want something. That isn't love or respect at all. If you accept that, it is your CHOICE.

squander your money and waste it when you could be putting it away for emergencies, and abusing what you are lucky enough to have then you deserve the collectors and phone calls and the strife that accompanies being bad at your finances. It is a CHOICE to live that way.

if you are a bad friend and use people only to get ahead or if you are a kiss up at work because it is the way to get ahead in your job, then it is your CHOICE to be that way and to treat others that way, but don't cry when you are left alone because no one trusts you or has faith in you.

It is all about choices. I made choices along the way simply for my children to live in a loving home. It was my choice to do that. It is my choice now to live a life that is filled with friends, my family that has supported, encouraged, and stood by me with respect and love, and to have a job that I find to be satisfying and in line with who I am as a believer in Christ.

This is MY choice. Thank you God for guiding me and helping me see the right path.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Ax-ually No Splitting Hairs Here!

Our neighbors are awesome. They are just a part of the family now. Yesterday...we were preparing for our bon-fire and Lindsay ended up swinging an axe at Josh's house. Now..she doesn't look like it but she can swing a mean ax and she "hits" her target every time. Enjoy pictures of the "Ax" event. By the way, we enjoyed all that firewood with our friends as we sat around the fire, laughed, told stories, and ate "weenies" and made s'mores and "pudgy pies". Josh was the master of the "pies". They were awesome..... we even melted coke cans in the fire. It was an amazingly fun and relaxing time.

Splitting wood the "hard way"

Lindsay swinging the ax



Family Weekend

My son EJ came home with a friend to utilize my ND/Boston College tickets and attend the game enjoying the type of "fall" we have here. We all met at Bob Evans this morning for breakfast. It was good to get my EJ bear hug I always get and to spend time with the whole family.
I enjoyed my hour with Ej and the family!




Ej opening up a gift from Dawson





Uncle Ej and Dawson





We are blessed to have Grandpa with us. He enjoyed seeing his grandson!


Lindsay and Dawson



My daughterinlaw Elena and son Jon

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Bye Bye Fly!

Part of my job is to train and teach associates in my territory how to do things and how to find things. So I am sitting with two owners and we are at a desk around a computer. I was side to side with one and the other one was behind me. The one behind me is a card...and comes out with quips all the time. I am attempting to show them where something was located and he said one of his little gag lines and I, without looking, swiped my hand back and smacked him on his forearm. He didn't say anything so the other owner and I turned to him and there it was. I had killed a fly on his arm when I smacked it... All of us were sitting there with our mouths open for the longest time and then hysterics broke out and all was lost in the concentration.

I couldn't look at him without him breaking into laughter.

It was just a funny, funny visit. Who would have thought that a random swat could be a dead on target to a fly. Go Figure!