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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Ground Control to Major Tom
As I was getting dressed this morning I noticed my eyes felt like they had spent too many hours looking online or staring at an optical illusion.
So I switched outfits to run off to the grocery store.
As I stepped out and realized the weather was not quite as sunny to match my couture, so I changed once again.
But then my colon started acting up and I changed once again.
But then, I remembered back in the 70's when people started decorating their living rooms with clocks made out of a tree section and plastic beer holders stapled together.
So I decided on a retro look.
But then I decided I would rather not look like from Michael Jackson designer freak strung out on a three day crack high.
Give me a break.
Here's my idea of being dressed up.
(And yes, I do realize I am about 25 years past this look. )
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Did You Ever See Such a Sight in Your Life
I"m struck between a 100 things to post and nothing. So I picked something in between.
Have you ever just been quickly browsing through some of your old pics and found so many that you have completely forgotten about?
I decided to grab a random pic and this is what I found.
The muscles are real, the knife is not.
This guy was my good buddy that I worked with several years ago. He liked to call me his mom. Obviously this was not his normal work attire. As part of our team's Halloween costumes, he was the farmer's wife to our three blind mice. Ya gotta love a man that will toss on a dress and a wig for part of the Halloween fun.
I miss working with him. Great guy.
Got a random pic to share?
Have you ever just been quickly browsing through some of your old pics and found so many that you have completely forgotten about?
I decided to grab a random pic and this is what I found.
The muscles are real, the knife is not.
This guy was my good buddy that I worked with several years ago. He liked to call me his mom. Obviously this was not his normal work attire. As part of our team's Halloween costumes, he was the farmer's wife to our three blind mice. Ya gotta love a man that will toss on a dress and a wig for part of the Halloween fun.
I miss working with him. Great guy.
Got a random pic to share?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Time to Vote - No Write in Candidates
Here's your chance.
Our state rarely makes much of a difference in decided who ACTUALLY will run for President, but here's your chance with the current field.
Rank them and indicate what you find good about them and what you do not like. Then rank your winner against Obama.
And lastly. Add in someone in the field that decided not to run that you think would have been the PERFECT person to run and win.
I'll list in alphabetical order just in case someone might not be paying attention to the real candidates.
Newt Gingrich
Jon Huntsman
Ron Paul
Rick Perry
Mitt Romney
Rick Santorum
And then would (if they could) win against Obama.
Now, who would have been your ideal candidate. (I mean OTHER than me, of course.)
Our state rarely makes much of a difference in decided who ACTUALLY will run for President, but here's your chance with the current field.
Rank them and indicate what you find good about them and what you do not like. Then rank your winner against Obama.
And lastly. Add in someone in the field that decided not to run that you think would have been the PERFECT person to run and win.
I'll list in alphabetical order just in case someone might not be paying attention to the real candidates.
Newt Gingrich
Jon Huntsman
Ron Paul
Rick Perry
Mitt Romney
Rick Santorum
And then would (if they could) win against Obama.
Now, who would have been your ideal candidate. (I mean OTHER than me, of course.)
Monday, January 9, 2012
Cool Coincidence
And yes, I believe it's a coincidence, but it IS very cool.
You can argue, of course everyone DOES, whether Tim Tebow is showboating or just honoring his faith. I believe he more likely draws criticism from the media elite because he takes a pro-life stance.
In either case, you might have seen the strange statistics today about last night's game.
He threw 316 yard against the Steelers yesterday.
Averaging 31.6 per pass.
With a 31.6 million OT viewing audience.
Go Tebow.
Hope you're playing here in 27 days. Well, since we know Peyton's out. :(
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”
John 3:16
You can argue, of course everyone DOES, whether Tim Tebow is showboating or just honoring his faith. I believe he more likely draws criticism from the media elite because he takes a pro-life stance.
In either case, you might have seen the strange statistics today about last night's game.
Averaging 31.6 per pass.
With a 31.6 million OT viewing audience.
Go Tebow.
Hope you're playing here in 27 days. Well, since we know Peyton's out. :(
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”
John 3:16
Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Greatest Conspiracy
The government......has issued a proclamation asking the people to be patient and put up with hardships just a little longer.......... to raise everybody's standard of living and provide a roast of pork every Sunday for every man, woman, child and abortion in the People's State of America.
Now the planners are asking people not to blame the government, but to blame the depravity of the rich.
OK, I'll fess up. I didn't write that. Well, I typed it, but I didn't write it. And I changed the word in italics.
But someone, anyone PLEASE explain to me how those words were written in 1957.
It's a conspiracy. A grand conspiracy, I tell you. Either that or the author was our first evidence of a time traveler.
Now the planners are asking people not to blame the government, but to blame the depravity of the rich.
OK, I'll fess up. I didn't write that. Well, I typed it, but I didn't write it. And I changed the word in italics.
But someone, anyone PLEASE explain to me how those words were written in 1957.
It's a conspiracy. A grand conspiracy, I tell you. Either that or the author was our first evidence of a time traveler.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Please, By All Means, Read Me Your Resume
I'm easily impressed.
Really. I wouldn't just say that if it weren't true.
When I was a young kid working as an internal auditor full time and taking my first couple of accounting classes, I can't tell you how impressed I was by the CPA in the office.
The bank had received $30k as restitution from an embezzler. When I asked the Controller why he had booked the money into investment income he responded, "I'm a CPA. I'm a CPA."
Seriously. That's what he told me. Maybe I was just a cocky kid, but that explanation didn't exactly fly with me, especially since I was the person who discovered the embezzler.
Several years ago, I directed the Internal Audit department of a bank holding company which owned a mortgage company. Loans held for sale were marked to market. Simply meaning that you estimated the days to sale and the price you might sell each loan. The calculation was a little complex, but certainly not rocket science.
The running joke among the executives involved the senior manager that was responsible for the calculation. CEO, "I talked to Eric today". CFO, "Did you understand anything he said?" CEO, "No."
I was responsible for conducting the audit of the mark-to-market. It really was simple mathematics, but the gentlemen just loved taking 12 left turns and one right to walk across the street. When I would ask him a question regarding a calculation, he told me he was a math major.
About five years ago when I started as an independent project management consultant, I scheduled a conference call with the third-party project manager to go over the project plan that had been developed a couple of months before I started.
At the beginning of the call, the outside PM started off introducing himself by telling me he was a PMP, Six Sigma, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. When he took a breath, I replied in as friendly a tone as possible, "That's nice. I'm not. Now can we go over the project plan?"
Interestingly enough, the most intelligent guy at the company the CIO, always boiled things down to the simplest solution. When going over tasks, he only wanted to know one thing. Done or Not Done? And when all chaos would reign around, he could quickly throw out all of the overwhelming issues to just concentrate the team on the top priority.
Remember the movie, Apollo 13?
"Calm down people, Calm down. work the problem." Once you boil it down to dealing with the top priority first, then recreating the universe doesn't look so overwhelming.
This is the reason I like guys like Chris Christie. I may not necessarily agree with every political position he might support, but there is something refreshing about people who are intelligent, yet can express their position clearly, without all the bull.
Unless I am conducting a job interview, I really don't care about your resume. And I am not particularly impressed when anyone tries to express themselves by attempting to get their point across using an inordinate amount of words when a couple will do.
I would have loved to have studied psychology, but Psych 101 taught me one thing. I would never be able to endure the arrogance of the professors who thought they got paid by the word.
I remember when the Prof got through rattling on for about 20 minutes in one class, the guy next to me asked, "What did he just say?"
I said, "He said drinking alcohol affects the motor skills."
The professor wasted 20 minutes of my life that I will never get back to not only state the obvious, he wasted his own time waxing on with 3,500 words when six would have been sufficient.
After spending too much time reading or listening to people who simply must express themselves in overly pretentious words or hurling insults at anyone who might disagree with them, I begin to feel like I'm sitting next to Charlie Brown listening to his teacher saying, "Waaa, waaa, waaa, waaa."
Really. I wouldn't just say that if it weren't true.
When I was a young kid working as an internal auditor full time and taking my first couple of accounting classes, I can't tell you how impressed I was by the CPA in the office.
The bank had received $30k as restitution from an embezzler. When I asked the Controller why he had booked the money into investment income he responded, "I'm a CPA. I'm a CPA."
Seriously. That's what he told me. Maybe I was just a cocky kid, but that explanation didn't exactly fly with me, especially since I was the person who discovered the embezzler.
Several years ago, I directed the Internal Audit department of a bank holding company which owned a mortgage company. Loans held for sale were marked to market. Simply meaning that you estimated the days to sale and the price you might sell each loan. The calculation was a little complex, but certainly not rocket science.
The running joke among the executives involved the senior manager that was responsible for the calculation. CEO, "I talked to Eric today". CFO, "Did you understand anything he said?" CEO, "No."
I was responsible for conducting the audit of the mark-to-market. It really was simple mathematics, but the gentlemen just loved taking 12 left turns and one right to walk across the street. When I would ask him a question regarding a calculation, he told me he was a math major.
About five years ago when I started as an independent project management consultant, I scheduled a conference call with the third-party project manager to go over the project plan that had been developed a couple of months before I started.
At the beginning of the call, the outside PM started off introducing himself by telling me he was a PMP, Six Sigma, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. When he took a breath, I replied in as friendly a tone as possible, "That's nice. I'm not. Now can we go over the project plan?"
Interestingly enough, the most intelligent guy at the company the CIO, always boiled things down to the simplest solution. When going over tasks, he only wanted to know one thing. Done or Not Done? And when all chaos would reign around, he could quickly throw out all of the overwhelming issues to just concentrate the team on the top priority.
Remember the movie, Apollo 13?
"Calm down people, Calm down. work the problem." Once you boil it down to dealing with the top priority first, then recreating the universe doesn't look so overwhelming.
This is the reason I like guys like Chris Christie. I may not necessarily agree with every political position he might support, but there is something refreshing about people who are intelligent, yet can express their position clearly, without all the bull.
Unless I am conducting a job interview, I really don't care about your resume. And I am not particularly impressed when anyone tries to express themselves by attempting to get their point across using an inordinate amount of words when a couple will do.
I would have loved to have studied psychology, but Psych 101 taught me one thing. I would never be able to endure the arrogance of the professors who thought they got paid by the word.
I remember when the Prof got through rattling on for about 20 minutes in one class, the guy next to me asked, "What did he just say?"
I said, "He said drinking alcohol affects the motor skills."
The professor wasted 20 minutes of my life that I will never get back to not only state the obvious, he wasted his own time waxing on with 3,500 words when six would have been sufficient.
After spending too much time reading or listening to people who simply must express themselves in overly pretentious words or hurling insults at anyone who might disagree with them, I begin to feel like I'm sitting next to Charlie Brown listening to his teacher saying, "Waaa, waaa, waaa, waaa."
Want to impress me, take a complex issue and state it simply. Not because I need some concept "dumbed down" for me, but simply because spouting on endlessly wastes my time.
As do those who ruin someone else's blog by creating numerous online persona and overtaking the discussion.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Green Generation
I don't normally post from an internet story, but this one was so true I couldn't resist. Ok, not my words, (I've added mine in red) but certainly what is accurate....
Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. I apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right about one thing -- our generation didn't have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then…? After some reflection and soul-searching on "Our" day here's what I remembered we did have.... Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled.
And we left with our groceries in paper bags, you know the B I O D E G R A D A B L E kind?
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn't have the green thing back in our day.
When we turned 18, we likely got some clothes or some money, we didn't get a financed trip to the plastic surgeon to buy some Barbie Doll boobs making us all look like a relative of Dolly Parton. Our mothers and grandmothers faces and breasts fell as God intended them too. They didn't have them drawn back, pushed up and their lips implanted to make themselves looks some cartoon character like this.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
We had stray mutts as our pets, not some designer dog born in a disgusting puppy mill paying hundreds or even thousands of dollars feeding an industry that should never have been created to begin with.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right. We didn't have the green thing back then.
Neither our house, school or family car had air conditioning, which forced us outside in the hot summer and kept us from being obese children playing tag, hide and seek and climbing trees.
Our schools were just schools. They didn't have swimming pools and NFL type football fields. Our football fields were just FIELDS with a few bleachers lined up on the sides. They were the same fields that we used to play field hockey in summer school.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty or the garden hose in the summer instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
Checking out at the grocery store recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. I apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right about one thing -- our generation didn't have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then…? After some reflection and soul-searching on "Our" day here's what I remembered we did have.... Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled.
And we left with our groceries in paper bags, you know the B I O D E G R A D A B L E kind?
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn't have the green thing back in our day.
When we turned 18, we likely got some clothes or some money, we didn't get a financed trip to the plastic surgeon to buy some Barbie Doll boobs making us all look like a relative of Dolly Parton. Our mothers and grandmothers faces and breasts fell as God intended them too. They didn't have them drawn back, pushed up and their lips implanted to make themselves looks some cartoon character like this.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
We had stray mutts as our pets, not some designer dog born in a disgusting puppy mill paying hundreds or even thousands of dollars feeding an industry that should never have been created to begin with.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right. We didn't have the green thing back then.
Neither our house, school or family car had air conditioning, which forced us outside in the hot summer and kept us from being obese children playing tag, hide and seek and climbing trees.
Our schools were just schools. They didn't have swimming pools and NFL type football fields. Our football fields were just FIELDS with a few bleachers lined up on the sides. They were the same fields that we used to play field hockey in summer school.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty or the garden hose in the summer instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
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