A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude."
She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be a Republican."
"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."
The man smiled and; responded, "You must be a Democrat."
"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"
"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it's my fault.
- tweeter
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
parable
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
hailey the weed
I took Hailey in to get her butt checked and they said it was an infection brought on by diaper rash. She keeps getting them...we think it might be from teething. Some people say the two are connected..Anyway..they had to weigh her.. She has gained 8 ounces since the 14th... She now weighs 20lbs 7.1 oz 27 1/4 in long.
Der Spiegel
After World War II, John Seymour Chaloner, a British military officer, was assigned to establish a free press in war-torn Germany. Just 21 years old at the time, Chaloner met Rudolf Augstein, 22, a German ex-officer, who was applying as a journalist. Chaloner noticed Augstein was unlike other Germans he was interviewing: he was "not at all submissive like most Germans," he said, who tended to always say "Yes, sir, you're right, sir!" Augstein got the job to start a new magazine, and Diese Woche ("This Week") was born with Chaloner named publisher. Chaloner became known in Germany as "the father of the freedom of press" -- in part because he didn't censor Diese Woche. He allowed the new magazine to criticize forced labor by the French, deportation of German workers to Russia, and inadequate food rations, showing that "freedom of the press" includes the freedom to criticize occupation officials. It was not without cost: Chaloner was relieved of duty when the French and the Russians complained about the coverage. Chaloner urged occupation powers to turn the publisher's chair over to Augstein; the unfettered magazine would "be seen as the first representative of an independent Germany," Chaloner argued, expressing "the German point of view." Augstein was given a license to continue the magazine without British supervision, and as publisher he renamed the magazine Der Spiegel ("The Mirror"), which is still published today. Chaloner died 2007Feb9. He was 82.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Excellent sales pitch
but what are they selling?
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5125780462773187994
p.s. No, I don't know! But as usual wiki knows
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5125780462773187994
p.s. No, I don't know! But as usual wiki knows
old news from your son is always good news
2006Sep8
I've been moved to an officer position but I still get paid like an enlistedman. The job is called Battle Captain and it means I'm now one of the most hated men
in the Battalion.
No damage and no injuries yet but we have had a couple of guys play the crazy card and get removed from the theater.
pup jr
I've been moved to an officer position but I still get paid like an enlistedman. The job is called Battle Captain and it means I'm now one of the most hated men
in the Battalion.
No damage and no injuries yet but we have had a couple of guys play the crazy card and get removed from the theater.
pup jr
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