I JUST CALL IT HOME
Monday, November 28, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Common Sense an Moderation
Human beings have a multitude of senses. In addition to the traditionally recognized five senses of sight (ophthalmoception), hearing (audioception), taste (gustaoception), smell (olfacoception or olfacception), and touch (tactioception), other senses include temperature (thermoception), kinesthetic sense (proprioception), pain (nociception), balance (equilibrioception) and acceleration (kinesthesioception). What constitutes a sense is a matter of some debate, leading to difficulties in defining what exactly a sense is.
Why isn't my determination strong enough to apply these two simple solutions to my weight?
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
ONE OF THESE DAYS
Dizzy I still can not post a comment on your blog or mine but one of these day just wait.One of these day when your coming through Dallas ,you'll have to stop long enough for me to buy lunch.We're not that far off 45 ,we are a couple of miles off of 20 an 740. Thanks for the comments.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Think About It
I am a retired electrician after working at that trade all my life .Here is an energy that you can not see but it is there!For me to say it does not exist would be like saying God does not exist.Just because you can not see something does not mean it does not exist.This journey through this life has been as a whole a pleasant trip,an as I reach the time to go through that last door , now if I'm right in my Faith theres a whole lot of friends waiting for me .Impossible for me to be wrong I Believe but thats just me!
Why
Why do I believe what I believe,in my mind each of us has the power of reasoning,we are all looking at the same thing but we all see something different,that has always bugged me.I personally believe that it is all with in ones self.Different things that has happened in my life has shaped the way I see all things.Not being a scholar I lack a lot of knowledge of a subject,but I do think I was blessed with common sense an the power of reasoning.with that in mind an for no other I believe there is more to it than anyone can comprehend.Look at the Universe an all that is in it an prove to me that there is no God.Now that is imposibile.Because I Believe,an that is just the way it is with me.
Monday, November 21, 2011
1/2 boy 1/2 man
The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who,under normal circumstances is considered by society as
half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer,
but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and
he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never
collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probablyan average student ,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be
waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or
hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer..
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is
working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble
spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a
rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and
use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional..
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit
or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his
canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can
cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his
food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you
run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his
hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still
find ironic humor in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat
and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthems vibrate through his body while at
rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away '
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop
talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home , he defends their right to
be disrespectful..
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the
price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the American Fighting Man.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his
blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
A Prayer wheel for our military...
Prayer Wheel
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our
time of need. Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those
in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.
This can be very powerful...
Of all the gifts you could give an American Airman, Soldier, Coastguardsman,
Marine, or Sailor, prayer is the very best one.
tight-muscled kid who,under normal circumstances is considered by society as
half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer,
but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and
he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never
collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probablyan average student ,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be
waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or
hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer..
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is
working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble
spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a
rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and
use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional..
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit
or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his
canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can
cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his
food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you
run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his
hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still
find ironic humor in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short
lifetime.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat
and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthems vibrate through his body while at
rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away '
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop
talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home , he defends their right to
be disrespectful..
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the
price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the American Fighting Man.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his
blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
A Prayer wheel for our military...
Prayer Wheel
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our
time of need. Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those
in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries.
This can be very powerful...
Of all the gifts you could give an American Airman, Soldier, Coastguardsman,
Marine, or Sailor, prayer is the very best one.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Just A Thought
I wonder about the top one percent of our country an what percent of that percent is part of our military?
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Patriotic Thoughts
This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.This is as true today as it was back then .Franklin D. Roosevelt ,part of First Inaugural Address, Saturday, March 4, 1933
What constitutes an American? Not color nor race nor religion. Not the pedigree of his family nor the place of his birth. Not the coincidence of his citizenship. Not his social status nor his bank account. Not his trade nor his profession. An American is one who loves justice and believes in the dignity of man. An American is one who will fight for his freedom and that of his neighbor. An American is one who will sacrifice prosperity, ease and security in order that he and his children may retain the rights of free men. An American is one in whose heart is engraved the immortal second sentence of the Declaration of Independence.Americans have always known how to fight for their rights and their way of life. Americans are not afraid to fight. They fight joyously in a just cause.We Americans know that freedom, like peace, is indivisible. We cannot retain our liberty if three-fourths of the world is enslaved. Brutality, injustice and slavery, if practiced as dictators would have them, universally and systematically, in the long run would destroy us as surely as a fire raging in our nearby neighbor’s house would burn ours if we didn’t help to put out his. Just an American an his thoughts
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What constitutes an American? Not color nor race nor religion. Not the pedigree of his family nor the place of his birth. Not the coincidence of his citizenship. Not his social status nor his bank account. Not his trade nor his profession. An American is one who loves justice and believes in the dignity of man. An American is one who will fight for his freedom and that of his neighbor. An American is one who will sacrifice prosperity, ease and security in order that he and his children may retain the rights of free men. An American is one in whose heart is engraved the immortal second sentence of the Declaration of Independence.Americans have always known how to fight for their rights and their way of life. Americans are not afraid to fight. They fight joyously in a just cause.We Americans know that freedom, like peace, is indivisible. We cannot retain our liberty if three-fourths of the world is enslaved. Brutality, injustice and slavery, if practiced as dictators would have them, universally and systematically, in the long run would destroy us as surely as a fire raging in our nearby neighbor’s house would burn ours if we didn’t help to put out his. Just an American an his thoughts
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