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To Blog A Log From A Humor Website, Just Keep Your Readers Updated
Bog a log or blog a little, this page is for daily (more or less) updates. There seems to be something new learned every day; it's only fair that I pass it on....
P.S. The following video illustrates WALLBY'S LADY TROUBLES
I had today's blog a log nearly done (I thought), brushed a key wrong somehow (which happens on my laptop all too often) and lost the whole thing. So...new topic? Sure. Why not. This afternoon, Pam and I watched through the front windows from time to time as a concrete crew finished replacing some badly damaged sidewalk sections. They knew we were watching, but not that we were hearing. My wife has an inner sonar system that would put a bat to shame. She overheard their comments with crystal, Dolby-quality clarity. "I wish we could just walk on it!" One young worker commented earnestly. Clearly he was not a fan of all the sidewalk supervision they were undergoing. But then they were loading up their gear, in their work truck parked in the lot across the street. Pam noticed they had left a bright orange power tool on our land. It might not be good for them to leave it behind. For one thing, they would have to come back to get it. Who wants that? But they were clearly not big fans of ours. I wandered out, walked around in the street, ostentatiously ogling their work, giving the friendliest of them a wave--and yes, he waved back. Then I went back inside. Immediately thereafter, one of the men crossed the street, going directly to the compactor. He picked it up, returned to the work truck, and they all drove off. Now, how had it happened that he'd seen what they'd missed before? Simple. I knew they were all watching me, which Pam confirmed because she was watching them. While wandering about, I'd made sure I was at one point standing in a direct line between the guys and the power tool. Thus, it caught their eye(s). They will never know that I was instructing them to pick up your stuff, dummies! Now...that's funny. Fred
MARCH 17, MONDAY, ST. PATRICK'S DAY Since green beer--or any beer, for that matter--is pretty far in my past, I've pretty much needed to figure out a different way to celebrate the date. So...what? So this: Instead of spending the day drinking, I spend the day thinking. Even though, acccording to ancient memory, drinking is usually more enjoyable. In part, I was thinking about the fact that in all likelihood I will be back behind the wheel of a big rig in a matter of weeks. In one sense, that is a revoltin' situation: I'm MUCH rather have succeed in already building our online business to survival level. BUT as we all know, The only thing worse than having to go to work at a job is having no job to go to when you need one. And if that simple homily were not enough to keep me off my personal pitty potty, my friend Alfred would certainly do the trick. Alfred and I stay in touch on MySpace. He's a nice guy, but until recently I had not idea that he is currently living in a refugee camp in Ghana, never knowing from day to day if there will be enough rice to eat, safe water, and/or a safe place to sleep. It is not safe to got back to his homeland at this time. He does not know if he will be allowed to emigrate to a safe country. And yet this man is praying for the good health of my disabled wife. His concern is genuine. I am humbled. Fred
================================================================= Sunday, March 16, 2008 HAVING CLEARLY STATED GOALS HELPS A WHOLE BUNCH! Okay, so who said every blog a log post has to be original? After all, as western author Louis L'Amour once wrote, "Originality is the art of hiding your source." Makes sense to me. The title of tonight's blurb was inspired by my inspired by my kid sister. Harriet turned 58 today, and I gave her a call come early evening. She had just left work (she's a Registered Nurse of long standing and works a regular shift at a hospital in Missoula, Montana). Caught her on her cell phone while she was finishing up at Safeway, and we talked until she was nearing the "dead spot" on her way home. Lots of people talk about learning to set goals, but my sis knew all about it from birth. When she was 14 years old, she told me she was going to marry Calvin Mentzer and be a nurse and ranch and have 4 kids. She accomplised all of that by the age of 37 and had to start thinking about...now what? Tonight she shared her latest goal structure: Work 8 more years, then retire and write 4 books. The first will be about the good AND bad aspects of nursing, subjects aout which no one could be more knowledgeable. Book #2 will be about pets and what they have to say, complete with many many pictures. I know she can write. All three of us "Baker kids" can write. But when it comes to goal setting, she is definitely the family champion. Not that I don't have clear goals. One of those is to develop my online business to a level of $10,000 in income per month, stable, month in, month out. It looks like I'll have to finish doing that part time, as our cash reserves are close to depletion and driving water truck beckons wage-wise. Harriet's first major set of goals took her 20 years to reach, although she had originally figured to reach them in half that amount of time. Hopefully, at age 64, it will not take me 20 years to reach my Internet Income goals. But if it does, I still ain't quitting. See ya 'round, Fred
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