to all my Jewish friends!
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Friday, December 07, 2012
Thursday, December 06, 2012
My Christmas Tree
I can't remember if I ever posted a picture of my Christmas tree, so here it is:
And Cody hanging his ornament:
The bad news is, one of my light strings has already gone out. Bummer.
One of my friends clued me in to this, though.
I'm going to look for one tomorrow at Wal-Mart. If I can't find one there, I'll order this one from Amazon.com.
And if that doesn't work, I've got plenty of lights left. I buy them obsessively on clearance each year after Christmas. But I'd rather not have to partially undecorate the tree to change out the lights if I don't have to.
We'll see...
And Cody hanging his ornament:
The bad news is, one of my light strings has already gone out. Bummer.
One of my friends clued me in to this, though.
And if that doesn't work, I've got plenty of lights left. I buy them obsessively on clearance each year after Christmas. But I'd rather not have to partially undecorate the tree to change out the lights if I don't have to.
We'll see...
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Dear CoWorker
First of all, let me start by saying how pleased I am that you are finally beginning to take an interest in maintaining a clean work area, because frankly, I was getting tired of coming in every morning and having to do a cleanup before I can begin working. So, let's keep this up, shall we?
Now, about all that brazing rod you are claiming I am leaving laying around...Shortly after you got moved to our line, I brought the group leader, the shift supervisor, and the production superintendent over to show them the rod that was being left in the trays and on the table that is now behind us. I also showed them a large amount of rod that had been thrown in the garbage.
I confirmed with the production superintendent this morning that he did indeed remember this. "I absolutely do remember it" were his exact words.
That morning, the group leader also made a note on the chart about the bits of rod not being used up. In case you were unaware, those charts, and the comments left on them, are entered into the computer in the Quality office at the end of each day. The relevant chart can easily be retrieved to prove that what I am saying is correct.
I'm not quite sure why you are suddenly trying to imply that I am the one leaving all the pieces of brazing rod in the trays, but you aren't fooling anyone. We all know where that rod is coming from.
It is the same with the scrap copper. You can jump up and down and hoot and holler all you want, but everyone knows who is leaving that copper there.
Now, I don't know who you are trying to impress-- or intimidate-- by leaving all these notes, but it's not going to work. I'm not impressed, and I will not be intimidated.
So, here is my proposed solution to your problem:
Just do your job.
Yep. Just do your job, and I'll just do mine. You tend your business, and I will tend mine. You make sure you are doing what is right, and I will do the same. You stop leaving all these childish little notes, and I won't take this matter to the front office, and we'll all just try to get along, OK?
Thank you.
That is all.
Now, about all that brazing rod you are claiming I am leaving laying around...Shortly after you got moved to our line, I brought the group leader, the shift supervisor, and the production superintendent over to show them the rod that was being left in the trays and on the table that is now behind us. I also showed them a large amount of rod that had been thrown in the garbage.
I confirmed with the production superintendent this morning that he did indeed remember this. "I absolutely do remember it" were his exact words.
That morning, the group leader also made a note on the chart about the bits of rod not being used up. In case you were unaware, those charts, and the comments left on them, are entered into the computer in the Quality office at the end of each day. The relevant chart can easily be retrieved to prove that what I am saying is correct.
I'm not quite sure why you are suddenly trying to imply that I am the one leaving all the pieces of brazing rod in the trays, but you aren't fooling anyone. We all know where that rod is coming from.
It is the same with the scrap copper. You can jump up and down and hoot and holler all you want, but everyone knows who is leaving that copper there.
Now, I don't know who you are trying to impress-- or intimidate-- by leaving all these notes, but it's not going to work. I'm not impressed, and I will not be intimidated.
So, here is my proposed solution to your problem:
Just do your job.
Yep. Just do your job, and I'll just do mine. You tend your business, and I will tend mine. You make sure you are doing what is right, and I will do the same. You stop leaving all these childish little notes, and I won't take this matter to the front office, and we'll all just try to get along, OK?
Thank you.
That is all.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Dear Bob Costas Part II
I heard you Sunday night, during the Cowboys game, using the tragic death of Javon Belcher and his girlfriend Kasandra Perkins to speak out against the so called "gun culture" of this country. It's the "gun culture", you implied, that is responsible for these deaths. If Javon Belcher hadn't had a gun, he and Kasandra Perkins would still be alive, you claim.
There is something I'd like for you to clear up for me, though. When Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were found with their throats slashed, why didn't you speak out against the knife culture? OJ didn't have a gun, yet Nicole and Ronald are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Andrea Yates drowned her five children, why didn't you speak out against the bathtub culture? Andrea didn't have a gun, yet those five babies are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When James Byrd was dragged to his death, why didn't you speak out against the pickup trucks on country roads culture? Shawn Berry, Lawrence Brewer, and John King didn't have a gun, and yet James Byrd is still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Timothy McVeigh blew up the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City, why didn't you speak out against the rental truck culture? McVeigh didn't have a gun, yet those 168 people are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When 19 terrorists hijacked four jets and flew them into three buildings and a field in Pennslyvania*, why didn't you speak out against the airplane culture? Not one of those men had a gun, yet those nearly 3000 people who died that day are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Ki Suk Han was shoved in to his death on the subway tracks in New York, why didn't you speak out against the subway culture? The man who pushed him didn't have a gun, yet Ki Suk Han is still dead. So, how did that happen?
You see here the fallacy of your argument. You are blaming the gun for the action of the man holding it. These are but a few well known examples of murders committed without using guns. In fact, the majority of murders in the United States don't involve guns at all.
That's because murder and violence doesn't originate in the gun. When Cain rose up and slew his brother Able, the Bible doesn't say what he used to do it, but you can bet he didn't have a gun.
And when God asked Cain where his brother was, did he say, "Cursed be the rock (or the stick) you killed him with"? No, he said "YOU are cursed."
You could take away all the guns in the land and people would still kill people, because murder originates in the heart. What we must do to reduce violence is to change the heart.
How do we do that? Well, it won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but perhaps we could start by hanging signs in our schoolrooms that say:
Thou Shalt Not Kill
There is something I'd like for you to clear up for me, though. When Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were found with their throats slashed, why didn't you speak out against the knife culture? OJ didn't have a gun, yet Nicole and Ronald are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Andrea Yates drowned her five children, why didn't you speak out against the bathtub culture? Andrea didn't have a gun, yet those five babies are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When James Byrd was dragged to his death, why didn't you speak out against the pickup trucks on country roads culture? Shawn Berry, Lawrence Brewer, and John King didn't have a gun, and yet James Byrd is still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Timothy McVeigh blew up the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City, why didn't you speak out against the rental truck culture? McVeigh didn't have a gun, yet those 168 people are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When 19 terrorists hijacked four jets and flew them into three buildings and a field in Pennslyvania*, why didn't you speak out against the airplane culture? Not one of those men had a gun, yet those nearly 3000 people who died that day are still dead. So, how did that happen?
When Ki Suk Han was shoved in to his death on the subway tracks in New York, why didn't you speak out against the subway culture? The man who pushed him didn't have a gun, yet Ki Suk Han is still dead. So, how did that happen?
You see here the fallacy of your argument. You are blaming the gun for the action of the man holding it. These are but a few well known examples of murders committed without using guns. In fact, the majority of murders in the United States don't involve guns at all.
That's because murder and violence doesn't originate in the gun. When Cain rose up and slew his brother Able, the Bible doesn't say what he used to do it, but you can bet he didn't have a gun.
And when God asked Cain where his brother was, did he say, "Cursed be the rock (or the stick) you killed him with"? No, he said "YOU are cursed."
You could take away all the guns in the land and people would still kill people, because murder originates in the heart. What we must do to reduce violence is to change the heart.
How do we do that? Well, it won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but perhaps we could start by hanging signs in our schoolrooms that say:
Thou Shalt Not Kill
Monday, December 03, 2012
Music Monday
This is beautiful.
One of the best flash mobs I've seen.
Why can't this kind of thing happen in Wal-Mart?
One of the best flash mobs I've seen.
Why can't this kind of thing happen in Wal-Mart?
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Dear Bob Costas
You and Jason Witlock are both idiots.
It's not the "gun culture" that is responsible for Javon Belcher's death, and that of his girlfriend.
It's the abortion culture that is responsible, because it teaches us that human life is cheap, and that if that life is inconvenient, then it is OK to just kill it.
It's the evolution culture that teaches us that we are no more than glorified apes, no better than any bug or worm that crawls through the mud. Then you act surprised when people act like the animals you teach us we are.
It is the abortion culture that teaches us that we are not set apart, that we are not created in God's image, because it teaches that there is no God. And if there is no God, there is no judgement. If there is no judgement, there is no accountability, so what is to stop us from killing with impunity?
It is the entitlement culture that teaches us that we can do whatever we want, take whatever we want, no matter who it hurts.
It's not this mythical "gun culture" that is responsible, because it simply doesn't exist.
If Javon Belcher hadn't had a gun, he and the girl would still be dead. If he were that determined to kill her, and take his own life, even if he hadn't had a gun, he would have used a knife, or a car, or a baseball bat. Or he would have choked her to death, and then jumped off a bridge or a tall building.
It's not the gun that is responsible. Just ask Nicole Brown Simpson.
Guns don't kill people any more than a word processor makes you a moron.
Perhaps it is those that we need to ban.
Idiot.
It's not the "gun culture" that is responsible for Javon Belcher's death, and that of his girlfriend.
It's the abortion culture that is responsible, because it teaches us that human life is cheap, and that if that life is inconvenient, then it is OK to just kill it.
It's the evolution culture that teaches us that we are no more than glorified apes, no better than any bug or worm that crawls through the mud. Then you act surprised when people act like the animals you teach us we are.
It is the abortion culture that teaches us that we are not set apart, that we are not created in God's image, because it teaches that there is no God. And if there is no God, there is no judgement. If there is no judgement, there is no accountability, so what is to stop us from killing with impunity?
It is the entitlement culture that teaches us that we can do whatever we want, take whatever we want, no matter who it hurts.
It's not this mythical "gun culture" that is responsible, because it simply doesn't exist.
If Javon Belcher hadn't had a gun, he and the girl would still be dead. If he were that determined to kill her, and take his own life, even if he hadn't had a gun, he would have used a knife, or a car, or a baseball bat. Or he would have choked her to death, and then jumped off a bridge or a tall building.
It's not the gun that is responsible. Just ask Nicole Brown Simpson.
Guns don't kill people any more than a word processor makes you a moron.
Perhaps it is those that we need to ban.
Idiot.
Forgotten Treasures
I got up this morning, feeling just a wee bit under the weather so I decided to go to church on the computer. Thanks to those greedy capitalist pigs who make computers available to the general public, I can do this.
After a while, I started feeling a bit better, so I thought I'd start wrapping Christmas presents. I went into what used to be Cody's room and has now become a storage room to get the wrapping paper. I am working on cleaning his room out, so I picked up a few books that had been stacked on his bed to put them back into the book shelf.
There, on the shelf, I found a large brown envelope with my name on it. I didn't remember it being there before.
"Huh?", I thought to myself, wondering what was inside.
I opened it up, and lo and behold, old knitting and crochet patterns that had belonged to my Grandma fell out!
In addition to loose patterns that had apparently been clipped from magazines or released as leaflets, there was a beginner's manual from 1949.
It had knitting, crochet, and tatting instructions.
It really was a how to book, even showing you how to cast on, using the long tail cast on method.
It also had a basic techniques section, and simple fixes to things like dropping a stitch.
Then there was a stitch dictionary,
followed by a few beginner patterns.
What a treasure that was!
My grandma knew how to knit, but she'd had a stroke when I was just three years old, leaving her right side paralyzed. She tried to carry on knitting and crocheting, with a block my grandpa made her so that she could hold her needle/hook between her knees as she sat on the couch.
She gave up knitting first, but still crocheted a few years longer. She eventually gave that up, too.
One of my biggest regrets from my childhood is not asking grandma to teach me how to knit. I'd wanted to, but my mother was afraid it would make her so sad that she couldn't knit any more that she talked me out of asking.
So, instead of learning to knit when I was 7, I learned when I was 30.
But the point is, I learned.
The desire, no, the need to knit is one that has been with me as long as I can remember, and I'm so glad I persevered in spite of all the people who tried to talk me out of it. Knitting is too hard. Knitting isn't easy. It's just not....here, try crochet instead.
I never could get into crocheting. Even today, when I have to crochet, it makes me tense and nervous. So I carry on knitting.
And I carry on dumping all my knitted stuff off on family members for Christmas presents.
Yes, here we have three washcloths with the initials of three of my cousins on them. They are for Christmas.
Now, these three cousins have never come to my blog before, but knowing my luck, today will be the ONE DAY they decide to visit.
Ummmm.......SURPRISE!!
And Merry Christmas!!
Oh, and I learned something I didn't know. Sears used to have their own brand of yarn. Sears brand yarn. They really did sell everything. Which reminds me of how much I miss the old Sears catalogs.
But that's another post for another time...
After a while, I started feeling a bit better, so I thought I'd start wrapping Christmas presents. I went into what used to be Cody's room and has now become a storage room to get the wrapping paper. I am working on cleaning his room out, so I picked up a few books that had been stacked on his bed to put them back into the book shelf.
There, on the shelf, I found a large brown envelope with my name on it. I didn't remember it being there before.
"Huh?", I thought to myself, wondering what was inside.
I opened it up, and lo and behold, old knitting and crochet patterns that had belonged to my Grandma fell out!
In addition to loose patterns that had apparently been clipped from magazines or released as leaflets, there was a beginner's manual from 1949.
It had knitting, crochet, and tatting instructions.
It really was a how to book, even showing you how to cast on, using the long tail cast on method.
It also had a basic techniques section, and simple fixes to things like dropping a stitch.
Then there was a stitch dictionary,
followed by a few beginner patterns.
What a treasure that was!
My grandma knew how to knit, but she'd had a stroke when I was just three years old, leaving her right side paralyzed. She tried to carry on knitting and crocheting, with a block my grandpa made her so that she could hold her needle/hook between her knees as she sat on the couch.
She gave up knitting first, but still crocheted a few years longer. She eventually gave that up, too.
One of my biggest regrets from my childhood is not asking grandma to teach me how to knit. I'd wanted to, but my mother was afraid it would make her so sad that she couldn't knit any more that she talked me out of asking.
So, instead of learning to knit when I was 7, I learned when I was 30.
But the point is, I learned.
The desire, no, the need to knit is one that has been with me as long as I can remember, and I'm so glad I persevered in spite of all the people who tried to talk me out of it. Knitting is too hard. Knitting isn't easy. It's just not....here, try crochet instead.
I never could get into crocheting. Even today, when I have to crochet, it makes me tense and nervous. So I carry on knitting.
And I carry on dumping all my knitted stuff off on family members for Christmas presents.
Yes, here we have three washcloths with the initials of three of my cousins on them. They are for Christmas.
Now, these three cousins have never come to my blog before, but knowing my luck, today will be the ONE DAY they decide to visit.
Ummmm.......SURPRISE!!
And Merry Christmas!!
Oh, and I learned something I didn't know. Sears used to have their own brand of yarn. Sears brand yarn. They really did sell everything. Which reminds me of how much I miss the old Sears catalogs.
But that's another post for another time...
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
The Second Day
The first day back to work is always rough, and in this case, the second day was even worse. I'll get back to real posting soon, but in the meantime, enjoy this song by The Piano Guys.
I'm going to take a hot bath and go to bed.
I'm going to take a hot bath and go to bed.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
First Day Back
The first day back to work is always rough, and today was no exception. I'm plumb tuckered.
So I'm going to watch the Grinch, knit a bit, then go to bed.
I've decided to knit washcloths with people's initials on them as part of their Christmas presents. Good thing they are quick to knit. We'll see how many I can get done in time.
Better get started.
So I'm going to watch the Grinch, knit a bit, then go to bed.
I've decided to knit washcloths with people's initials on them as part of their Christmas presents. Good thing they are quick to knit. We'll see how many I can get done in time.
Better get started.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Music Monday
One of my favorite parts about Christmas is the Christmas Music.
Yes, I've been listening since last week, and I've been biting my fingers waiting to begin posting it.
The wait is over.
In fact, you may be getting music on more than just Mondays this year. There's way more good songs than Mondays.
You're welcome.
Yes, I've been listening since last week, and I've been biting my fingers waiting to begin posting it.
The wait is over.
In fact, you may be getting music on more than just Mondays this year. There's way more good songs than Mondays.
You're welcome.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thanksgiving
All in all, it was a good Thanksgiving, even though the Cowboys and the Longhorns both lost. I was a little bummed that my old VCR went out, so I couldn't watch my Mayflower movie. I really wish they would put that one out in an updated format.
Anyway, here are a few pictures of our Thanksgiving.
Cody is observing No Shave November.
Mike, Shelbi, and Jacob (Shelbi's boyfriend).
Beverly and James
Food
And pie.
Anyway, here are a few pictures of our Thanksgiving.
Cody is observing No Shave November.
Mike, Shelbi, and Jacob (Shelbi's boyfriend).
Beverly and James
Food
And pie.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
A Week Of Thankfulness
I am thankful to be in a position that I can help those less fortunate than I am.
And I am thankful that there are still opportunities to do so.
Sending a box of hats to hurricane ravaged Staten Island.
Buying a cup of coffee for troops serving overseas.
Dropping a dollar or two in the Salvation Army bucket.
Those who think the government should be the ones to take care of the poor are missing out on one of life's greatest blessings. They will never get to experience the pure joy that comes from helping someone who can never repay you.
When Jesus said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive", he knew what he was talking about.
Buying a cup of coffee for troops serving overseas.
Dropping a dollar or two in the Salvation Army bucket.
Those who think the government should be the ones to take care of the poor are missing out on one of life's greatest blessings. They will never get to experience the pure joy that comes from helping someone who can never repay you.
When Jesus said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive", he knew what he was talking about.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
A Week Of Thankfulness
I am thankful for those state governors who have the courage and fortitude to stand up against the ever encroaching tyranny of the federal government.
The ones who know what the 10th Amendment says, and what it means.
They are our last line of defense. May God bless them and give them strength.
(I wish I could include my own state governor among the, but alas, he seems to be rather lukewarm, unlike Governor Perry of Texas, and Governor Brewer of Arizona, among others.)
The ones who know what the 10th Amendment says, and what it means.
They are our last line of defense. May God bless them and give them strength.
(I wish I could include my own state governor among the, but alas, he seems to be rather lukewarm, unlike Governor Perry of Texas, and Governor Brewer of Arizona, among others.)
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
A Week Of Thankfulness
Today, and every day, I am thankful for strong, courageous leaders who will not back down from evil. I'm thankful for a president who, when his country is attacked, doesn't apologize to his attackers, but defends his people and his country, even though the media the world over tries to paint him as the aggressor.
Obviously, I'm not talking about our president.
I'm talking about a man who understands the difference between utopian illusions and reality, and that peace based on the former will eventually crash on the rocks of reality. A man who understands that bowing to the enemy only invites aggression.
I'm talking about a man whose country has been struck with more than 8000 rockets in the last 12 years, and has fought back, even though he's been virtually abandoned by everyone who called himself his ally.
I'm also thankful for two men who, when their countrymen came under attack, defied orders to stand down and went to their aid anyway --knowing that they probably wouldn't come out alive. I'm thankful that they had the skills, and the strength, and the stamina to battle for hours upon hours, all the while calling for help that would never come.
Yet they did not quit their post. They did not quit their post. They did not abandon their post, though it cost them their lives.
These are the kinds of men we need in the world today. These are the men we need to hold up to our children as heroes. These are the men we need to try to emulate in our own lives.
No, we may not have to hold off a terrorist attack, but we do have to hold off the ever encroaching tyranny of the federal government. No, we may not have to deal with rockets, but we do have to deal with attacks on our lives, our liberties, and our pursuits of happiness.
For showing us what courage, leadership, and strength truly mean, today I am thankful for men like these.
P.S. If you don't know who these three men are, then you need to get yourself informed, and you need to be asking why.
Obviously, I'm not talking about our president.
I'm talking about a man who understands the difference between utopian illusions and reality, and that peace based on the former will eventually crash on the rocks of reality. A man who understands that bowing to the enemy only invites aggression.
I'm talking about a man whose country has been struck with more than 8000 rockets in the last 12 years, and has fought back, even though he's been virtually abandoned by everyone who called himself his ally.
I'm also thankful for two men who, when their countrymen came under attack, defied orders to stand down and went to their aid anyway --knowing that they probably wouldn't come out alive. I'm thankful that they had the skills, and the strength, and the stamina to battle for hours upon hours, all the while calling for help that would never come.
Yet they did not quit their post. They did not quit their post. They did not abandon their post, though it cost them their lives.
These are the kinds of men we need in the world today. These are the men we need to hold up to our children as heroes. These are the men we need to try to emulate in our own lives.
No, we may not have to hold off a terrorist attack, but we do have to hold off the ever encroaching tyranny of the federal government. No, we may not have to deal with rockets, but we do have to deal with attacks on our lives, our liberties, and our pursuits of happiness.
For showing us what courage, leadership, and strength truly mean, today I am thankful for men like these.
P.S. If you don't know who these three men are, then you need to get yourself informed, and you need to be asking why.
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