Parents like to take credit for their offspring’s talent and success, when in reality, they have little or nothing to do with it. Taking the credit discounts the efforts, the blood, sweat and tears that went into the success, the leveraging of the God-given talents.
I am proud of all of my children and take no credit for their accomplishments. My parents cannot take credit for my successes…or my failures. They can, however, take credit for encouraging me and getting me started in the right direction, so that’s what I’ll rest in while I admire what my children have accomplished, although my effectiveness in that role might have been lacking at times. If someone has accomplished something extraordinary, don’t steal their thunder by stealing credit. Rather, enjoy the thunder and let it engulfs you as it and passes, leaving you trembling in awe.
Here is one such accomplishment that I am proud of. This is a song entitled Trout, performed by my son, Tim and his band, Skybox. It’s awesome!
Listen to this song and if you have a lighter, get it out and be ready. You’ll know when it’s time to light it and wave it in the air. I’ll be right next to you with my lighter.
SPRINGDALE - The Arkansas Department of Health in Little Rock says some Northwest Arkansas doctors have wrong information that’s leading them to fears of leprosy cases.
The health department tells 5News because leprosy is such a rare disease, some Arkansas doctors often don’t have the most up-to-date information on it.
What type of “up to date information” would you need to diagnose a disease that we’ve known about for centuries?
Which is is? Are the doctors and the health department in Arkansas that stupid ordid someone flush the article to avoid a panic? It has to be one or the other.
Remember, your choices are stupid or scared.
Now, I’m not a conspiracy theorist and usually poke fun at those who are (because they’re both stupid and scared), but this whole thing about a leprosy outbreak is sTrAnGe. We’ve got new super bugs that are resistant to antibiotics, old bugs that have mutated and become resistant, killer bees, mercury in our fish, poison in our plastic and human genes in our rice. Scientists have defecated on all things holy and this world is going to hell in a polyethylene bag.
Leprosy? It wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Would they censure the news to avoid a panic?
You betcha!
Pretty soon, there will be no one left to pay taxes.
Go here and read the wording of the ad for this eBay auction.
Apparently, the buyer chooses to believe certain statements made in the ad do not mean what they say. Specifically:
This is a used unit and as such comes with no warranty.
and
All Sales are Final
The radio was sent to the buyer who stated it appeared to have been damaged in shipment, yet he failed to reveal any damage to the shipping company. The radio is defective in the transmit mode and the buyer wants a refund. He has taken it upon himself to ship the radio back. He has also applied for a refund through PayPal. I have escalated that application to mediation.
I’ll let you know how it goes, but thus far, I am quite disturbed by the buyer’s unscrupulous behavior and may be forced to seek highly qualified assistance in completely resolving this matter.
I’m getting old. I’m tired. I’m really pissed. You wouldn’t like me when I’m really pissed.
I’m fed of with people like this, and quite frankly, I will do whatever is necessary to protect myself and others from them. Additionally, I will post the entire transaction publicly so that others will see how this man behaves and will avoid him.
I am an honest man. I am a fair man. I believe the truth should be proclaimed loudly. Only those who are less than honest in their dealings fear the publicity, right?
Everybody wave at the culprit. We are about to zoom in on a man who will regret the truthful publicity. All you gotta do is abide by your agreement and tell the truth. The fine print isn’t so fine.
My manager was giving me grief today because I hadn’t closed a sale with a client who has been out of town and unable to choose a product. My manager is the kind of man (unmedicated bi-polar) who will beat a work horse until he falls down and then beat him for falling down.
It’s been a while since I had a job where I was paid enough to care.
Cultivate loyalty with those who work for you and with you or they will surely be the ones who throw your battered body under the bus.