Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Final Post

Here we are - coming to the end of a journey.


I think it's a good time to reflect.


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January 23, 2008

So - it's been nearly a month. If you haven't been able to find the quantum shift, I've relocated the blog. As this is an edit, and not a new post, I believe I still haven't broken the final post. So click on the picture to the right (your left), or the hyperlink above "good time" and you will be transported to http://eskimoboblives.blogspot.com

Monday, December 29, 2008

Perfect Words for that indescribable moment

29.December.2008


Dear Followers,


I hope that this post finds you well. I recently read a post from a new follower. I'll be linking to it, as I think most of you will find it quite enjoyable. First off - a few disclaimers: the writer claims to be female, "she" lives in Minnesota, and apparently shaves cat ass.

Noting the first disclaimer: as previously posted and verified by subsequent insights and discussions, females lack the ability to be creative. In fact, yesterday I taught a lesson at church from a talk given from one of our leaders telling women that they indeed to be more creative, as trying to do so brings about fits of rage and disharmony. Well - that's what I got out of it, you can see for yourself what it's about [HERE].

Secondly, I have vast amounts of experience with Minnesotans. There seems to be a large contingent that have moved up to Alaska from Minnesota, though the stories and reasons for leaving Minnesota vary, they all seem to revolve around getting away from the Hmongs. If you don't know about Hmongs, you'll just have to Google that one. Anywho - Minnesotans are quite the eclectic bunch. In fact they are still trying to figure out how to vote, as they haven't been able to pick between a comedian and a life-long politician for their Senator.

Thirdly, cat-ass shavings. I'm not quite sure how to broach this subject. Dingle-berries are involved, and possibly anesthesia. You can explore the blog if you so wish.

So, moving on, in the most recent post the topic is on the ever changing American-English language. Please read about it [HERE]. The post triggered a spin-off of the ever popular, Perfect Phrases for that Inopportune Moment with Perfect Words for that Indescribable Moment. So here we are: The object is to either come-up with, or share a perfect word for that special moment. Best of luck - there will be a winner declared, with a special gift from me.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Perfect Phrases for that Inopportune Moment: Blind Date Edition

So here we are again - I'd like to play a game. This will require some involvement other than my wife's witty cousin Gina. I'm sure she will set a good example and lead into the foray with guns blazing.

So before I continue on with the game - all that is needed is to click on the comment link at the bottom of this post. Then just type in a phrase or a few words. Now - today's game is Perfect Phrases for that Inopportune Moment: yes brevity is not a strongsuit of mine. It dates back really to my great-grandmother on my father's side, when asked if she preferred . . . . (what? ----I'm distracted?) Ohhh. Yes. Forgive me. Perfect Phrases - so each person needs to think of a perfect phrase (or imperfect) in a given situation. For example: Perfect Phrases from a Nature Documentary -


Bob: What if hamsters fought in the American Revolution? (puts two hamsters down and stands back to watch).
Steve: (back to audience) BAAA! (turns around, embarrassed)
Gina: Tonight on The World of Insects - fondue!
Tony: One of the best things you can do, of course, to these charming chihuahuas is to set fire to them.
Chris: Now how do you put the leopard back together?
Ryan: Turtles are usually a slow animal - but ... (spins one around and watches it race off).

So on and so forth: So without further adieu the Blind Date edition of Perfect Phrases. . .

Friday, December 26, 2008

He Likes to Move It, Move It. . .

I hope that everyone had a very merry Christmas. Ours was a lot of fun, with Christmas songs, Ham, delectable desserts, and of course bahookay shaking. Dylan, our youngest, who doesn't believe in pants, came home from school one day and was able to show what he had learned. He isn't quite a lyrical gangster, but he can shake his tail feather.

We were near to ending our Christmas-eve feast, when the boys broke into booty shaking. Caleb gave his best, but you'll see the youngester come in and show how it's done. He obliges first, in making his brother feel like he's doing it somewhat well, but then gets down and decides to tempt fate and throw in some elbows before Saint Nick shows up.

So it was a lot of fun. Dylan got too worked up, and really impressed me. After all was said and done, Dylan had de-escalated and was standing next to me. I heard a SPLAT, looked at Dylan. Dylan looked me straight in the eye, and said: I threw up.

Remind me sometime to share with you my stories of having too much fun leading to non-alcohol induced vomiting. Who says you need to get schnockered to have fun? Here's looking to New Years.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wednesday - A day like no other.

Welcome my friends. It is the historic 54th post. There will never be another one. Most people take the time, this time of year to reflect on the past year, and plan for the new. I'll be getting to that a little later.

First off, I want to wish each of you a very Merry Christmas. Some of you are in difficult times, and are finding it painful to try to find the joy of the season. Others are experiencing the enjoyment that comes when being with friends and family and reflecting on the blessings in your life.

Which ever group you are in, I'm glad to spend this time with you. I have a deep appreciation for my family, friends and acquaintances in my life. I attribute this to growing up in remote bush Alaska. Life was hard, but good. I imagine there is difficulty everywhere, but I've been able to rely on a few, and happily those few have grown to many over the years. There are few times when I exhibit my sincerity in words, so I hope that I haven't cheapened it with previous cynicism. As you celebrate Christmas - I hope that you are able to reflect on the sacrifice our Father in Heaven gave to us, in His only begotten Son in the flesh, and the sacrifice our Savior gave to us, with his own life. May there be tidings of comfort and joy, as the reason for the season touches your heart.

So now I'm going to reflect a bit: I've actually given this some thought. 1983. Not much happened that year. I turned 8 that year. I was in the third grade. Ms. Mojin was my teacher. Return of the Jedi came out, and ended the Star Wars trilogy, so I thought. Michael Jackson's Thriller made its debut. I mean it was no 1982, several huge things happened in that year, very formative. And 1984 was even bigger. So 1983 was just kind of a filler. It's difficult to come up with anything specific. I mean, even with Star Wars, I remember going to the theatre, and I saw it twice in the theatre. The second time I fell asleep, because I got bored. So if there is no objection, I'm going to place a 'Meh' with 1983. . . . So it is.

My friends - once again Merry Christmas. I look forward to seeing you eye to eye someday, and sharing some laughs.


"Bells? I don't hear anything."

"If you take the time, and want to, you will."

"How about after our stroll, we go get some drinks?"

"Oh that would be lovely. I would like to see what Thomas is up to at the diner."

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Tuesday



My Yellow Pad

Bob Petersen


My little yellow pad,

You are so rad.

You record my dreams,

and deliver the scenes.

You have no eyes,

but you've seen.

You Hold True,

but can be read.

I trust you

with the thoughts in my head.

Every page is new,

An unknown voyage lay ahead.

A true friend in deed,

You are there, whenever I need.

My little yellow pad,

You are so rad.



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Allow me to compose myself (whew). That one took a lot out of me my followers. I sit here, you know, and contemplate how the brain works. Because for a moment, there could be no words in it, but then I focus, you know, and all of a sudden there are words. Even vivid colors and, you know, dance moves.

I'm not, you know, talking Dance, Dance, Revolution dance moves, but like Spanish Flamenco dance moves. Like Spanish, you know, from Spain. Not Spanish as in Mexican, you know, or Argentinian. Perhaps some Argentinian.

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"You're not making any sense. That's what makes this difficult. Are you purposefully. . . . "

"Sense is only what you make of it. You have your paradigm, and I have mine. You know there isn't much time left. This monster is ravaging my innards. I don't believe I've caused much for alarm."

"Perhaps. You know it's not just you though. I have my family to think about and care for. It's hard, I know I don't have to complain to you about hardships, but . . . "

"Do you hear that? Bells."




Sunday, December 21, 2008

Winter Solstice

Here Comes the SUN!! Do-de-do-dee. Here comes the sun, la-la-la-la.

(Hey Bob! What's happenin'? Whatcha smiling about?)

It's solstice, and the sun is coming round the bend!

It's been so damn dark here in the North. I think I noticed it most this year, because even though it didn't get dark earlier than usual. {Which is about 4:15}. It was because my boys were not able to play outside as usual because it got so dark. So it made us a bit stir crazy in the house. I know we still have about five months before the snow is gone, but LORDYBEE the sun is coming around the corner!

Uh-uh-huh-uh-he-uh. [That's me doing an Eskimo jig].

So let's break out the Shawn Colvin and Enya albums, get dressed in earthy garb and celebrate the solstice everyone! Tomorrow we should have about a 5 second increase in daylight! - - - wahh wahh wahhhh. . .. I'm going to bed.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Friday - This ought to do the trick

The other night, while I was retiring for the evening. My lovely wife gave me a gift that I really don't deserve. I mean - only a handful of times, in a lifetime, is someone blessed with a gift like this.

For those of you who have had the pleasure of meeting Amber, know that she is someone that is sweet, thoughtful, hard working, crafty (in a scrapbook and cross-stitch kind-of-way; not a curly mustached menacing sort-of-way), and smart. A real example of what a modern woman is.

Amber had just finished reading a book, and seemed to be in thought when she said: "I don't think I'd ever be able to write a book." Showing sympathy, I asked why she thought such a thing. "I'm just unable to think. You know, think of something on my own that hasn't been thought of before." Was her reply.

So it was as if the heavens opened, god looked down, smiled, winked, gave a thumbs-up and said: "You're my hero. Bob. Bravo."

Knowing that I needed to effectively "set the hook" I moved in with confidence building talk, and reminded her of the writing process. It was set! Amber took over: "Oh I know. I can certainly build off of an idea, that's not the problem. It's getting an original idea. I'm not able to do that." And when she said "I'm" she means: WOMEN. For "I AM WOMAN", "I'm Every Woman", blah, blah, blah.

Now before I get inundated with e-mails from readers, because most of my followers just send telepathy mail, or e-mail rather than have their insights left for everyone to see; there is no doubt that there are exceptions to females being able to have original thought, like Stephanie Meyers. However, if it were not for man - then we wouldn't have the lightbulb, automobile, space flight, and yes even vampires. Sorry Stephanie Meyers.


"Yes it is, but you're skirting the issue. We really need to resolve this, and I'm not talking about tantrums, or running off. We need to come up with a real plan."

"There really isn't that much time left, but time never stops."

"And?"

"Precisely."

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thursday Attitude - Historic 50th POST

Welcome one and ALL TO ESKIMO BOB'S HISTORIC 50th POST! (smattering applause - applause machine breaks down)

Yesterday I left my blog in your hands, my followers. You did not disappoint, except you Frederick.

(Standing in silence, shift eyes to the left [your right], watch as security escorts Frederick out.)

As I mentioned, you my followers, did not disappoint. The blog was in your hands, and the responsibility was to play perfect phrases for the situation of the welcome announcement for the historic blog. (Breathe) I was going to highlight some of the best of the best, however, when I was copying and pasting, I ended up deleting them on accident. You can see the remaining six entries on the insights of the previous blog.

I did have it on my agenda today to discuss something that really has been nagging at me; not so much a bother, but a mild annoyance really, I appreciate the fact that this little blog from Wasilla, Alaska has been seen in places that I can not even pronounce, but I am chagrined that I have not been visited by a specific place yet. Yes. Denmark.

Now I went out on a limb for them. I really did. I don't have any real ties to Denmark, nor do I have any pretend ties. If you are new to the site, and haven't followed since the beginning, first off I implore you to do so, it will only help with your sanity as we navigate through this the cyberspace; however if you need a quick update you may click {here}. So here I am - advocating for them, without any thought of remuneration, or praise, or a key to the country; but not even a visit? They are on the decline people! Maybe that's why they aren't visiting and it only underscores the severity of the situation. My lord people! I'm having a panic attack, just thinking about those poor, poor Danes. I mean - I even represented the Danish with Ren Hoek. What more can I do?

This is something that is bigger than myself. So once again, I reach out to you, my followers. We need to spread the word. Share this message to all that you can. Let them know the plight of the Danes! Maybe I'll set up a Billy Blank Boot Camp, and we can all Tae-Bo together. Remember that? It was from the late 90's and early 2000's. My friend Jack (he's white)'s wife (she's white too) from time to time pops in Billy and works out. Reason I know this, is because Jack lets me know that he comes home to his wife, she's all sweaty, being yelled at by a black man, and enjoying it. Anyway - we'll have a B.B.B.C. and raise awareness.

Oh, and by the way, if you know anyone from Iceland, please send them to here: CLICK ME!



"We've been doing this to each other for awhile now. I think we may end up just hurting each other, more than we're helping."

"I just love springtime, when the trees blossom, and the birds return from a long, cold winter."

"It's October. It's 39 degrees outside, and here we are taking a stroll in the park. The leaves are dying, and falling off the trees."

"Isn't life wonderful?"


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Tuesday - the armpit of the Week

Keep it simple, short, and sequential.

Today has been a whirlwind of a day, I don't have much time to post, since I have an appointment in just a bit.

My followers: I'm afraid this post is in your hands today - and tomorrow. Two posts for the price of one. Today is my post, your insights are the post for tomorrow.

I know - I could get my blogging privileges revoked for entrusting you, the general public, with the content of the blog. It just shows the strength of my blogging acumen. I know that you can pull it off, especially since we are now one blog away from the all important and historical 50th post. It seems like yesterday that we began this journey. It's quite daunting to think of actually. The tales of EB have gone international, and no world police have found me yet.

So here we go. Let's do .. . perfect phrase!!! Again the rules of this are quite simple. Click on the insights thinger, then just type in a phrase or a few words. Now - today's game is Perfect Phrases for that Inopportune Moment: yes brevity is not a strongsuit of mine. It dates back really to my great-grandmother on my father's side, when asked if she preferred . . . . (what? ----I'm distracted?) Ohhh. Yes. Forgive me. Perfect Phrases - so each person needs to think of a perfect phrase (or imperfect) in a given situation. For example: Perfect Phrases from a Nature Documentary -


Bob: What if hamsters fought in the American Revolution? (puts two hamsters down and stands back to watch).
Steve: (back to audience) BAAA! (turns around, embarrassed)
Gina: Tonight on The World of Insects - fondue!
Tony: One of the best things you can do, of course, to these charming chihuahuas is to set fire to them.
Chris: Now how do you put the leopard back together?
Ryan: Turtles are usually a slow animal - but ... (spins one around and watches it race off).

So on and so forth: So without further adieu . . .Perfect Phrases for the Welcome Announcement for the Historical 50th Post:

Monday, December 15, 2008

Monday, Monday - Blah Blah Blahdee Blahda

Where does all the time go? I've actually been pent up, and ready to write a blog for quite some time now. Being that it has been in the negative below zero temperature range for awhile now. Now that I'm here, ready to experience bloggerrhea, I can't quite work it out.

The churning, and anxiousness is there, but avast ye hearties, t'is still just a blank canvass.

So - I remember when I lived in Minnesota, Plymouth actually; I was semi-bored one night, while I was making telephone calls to verify appointments. Several of my calls were received by answering machines. This one couple that I had gotten to know fairly well, was not home or taking calls, and the answering machine did its job. Instead of just leaving a normal message, like any other normal person would, I being a maverick of the north, and trendsetter - left a message alright, but it was a message containing the ingredients to Jell-O.

Apparently it was a big hit, and just like most folks in Minnesota, when amused by something, call over friends to share it. So there it was, my voice being broadcast to the neighbors, as if the family had just returned from a glorious summer-long vacation and were sharing all of the minute details with an accompanying slide show. I have it on good report that they did in fact also have a box of Jell-O handy to verify that I was indeed reading the ingredients. Just for the record: the list of ingredients on a box of strawberry Jell-O is sugar, gelatin, adipic acid (for tartness), less than 2% of artificial flavor, disodium phosphate and sodium citrate (to control acidity), fumaric acid (for tartness), and the colorant red 40.

Vegetarian BEWARE! BEWARE Vegetarian, for if you eat Jell-O or anything else containing gelatin, you are in fact. Eating. Animal by-products!!!! (Duhn! Duhn! DUHNNNNNN!)

Gelatin is basically processed collagen, which is a structural protein in animals' connective tissue, skin, and bones. Collagen also makes up about one-third of all the protein in the human body. Collagen is composed of glycine, proline, and hydroxyproline, as well as other amino acids.

Structurally, collagen is composed of three polypeptide chains that are wound together into an -helix--like three strands of spaghetti twisted together--and held together by hydrogen bonding. Collagen chains are also cross-linked by covalent bonds--important in food because as an animal ages, the cross-linking increases and its meat gets tougher. The tanning process also increases cross-linking and converts skin to leather.

When collagen is heated in water, the triple helix unwinds and the chains separate, becoming random coils that dissolve in water: That's gelatin. As the gelatin cools, the molecules try to regain the original helical structure and eventually bond together as they lose energy.

Gelatin molecules consist principally of repeating sequences of glycine-proline-hydroxyproline triplets, and bonding occurs at points along these strands, forming pockets that trap large amounts of liquid, resulting in a semisolid colloid. All colloids have a disperse phase and a continuous phase; that is, one substance is dispersed throughout another substance. In Jell-O, the disperse phase is solid gelatin and the continuous phase is water. Gelatin can absorb a tremendous amount of water--up to 10 times its weight.

According to the Gelatin Manufacturers Institute of America (GMIA), pork skin, cattle bones, and cattle hide are the predominant raw materials used to make gelatin. The raw materials are washed, soaked in acid or lime, and washed again several times. Then the materials are boiled several times to extract the gelatin. The gelatin is filtered, concentrated, chilled, and either cut into ribbons or extruded as noodles and dried. Once dried, the gelatin is ground into the required particle size, depending on its intended use. The final product is brittle, transparent, colorless, tasteless, and odorless.

Gelatin is used primarily in the food, pharmaceutical, and photographic industries. Most of the gelatin produced is consumed in gelatin desserts and confections such as marshmallows and gummy candies. It's also used as an emulsifier, stabilizer, or thickener in foods such as ice cream, sour cream, meat aspics, and cake frostings.
In the pharmaceutical industry, gelatin is used to make the outer shells for hard and soft capsules; it served as a blood plasma substitute during World War II. Gelatin is also used in preparing the silver halide emulsions in the production of photographic paper and film. According to GMIA, a brand-new application for gelatin is in the paint ball industry, which uses gelatin to construct paint balls.

According to "Jell-O: A Biography" by Carolyn Wyman (Harcourt, 2001), Jell-O had modest beginnings. Peter Cooper, inventor of the Tom Thumb steam locomotive and founder of Cooper Union College, took out the first U.S. patent for a gelatin dessert in 1845. Beyond obtaining the patent, Cooper did little with it. In 1897, Pearl B. Wait decided to enter the rapidly expanding packaged food business and focused on developing a fruit-flavored version of Cooper's gelatin. It was Wait's wife, May, who named it Jell-O, for reasons unknown today. She may have been referring to the way it had to jell before being eaten. The "O" was a popular ending for product names at that time. The first Jell-O flavors were raspberry, lemon, orange, and strawberry. Wait tried to sell Jell-O door-to-door, but he lacked the resources to market it properly.

Wait sold the Jell-O business in 1899 to Orator Woodward, a successful entrepreneur, for $450. Woodward's first-year sales of Jell-O were so poor that, after seeing stacks of unsold cases of Jell-O during a plant tour, he offered to sell the business to his plant supervisor for $35--and was turned down. But he increased advertising, and by 1902, Woodward had to double the size of his plant to keep up with demand for the quarter-million-dollar Jell-O business.

Wyman's book illustrates how Jell-O's culinary evolution paralleled changes in American society. It was marketed as a simple, inexpensive dessert to women in the early 20th century; as a way to stretch food during the Great Depression; as a convenient dessert when convenience foods were introduced in the 1950s; and as edible entertainment beginning in the 1990s. It's a testament to American ingenuity that Jell-O can also be used to make finger paint, dye your hair, clean the dishwasher, scrub the shower, and deodorize cat litter.

Here are some amazing but true facts about Jell-O that will amuse your friends and family:
  • Every day, an average of 758,012 boxes of Jell-O are purchased in the U.S.
  • As immigrants passed through Ellis Island, they were often served a bowl of Jell-O as a "Welcome to America" treat.
  • When hooked up to an electroencephalograph machine--an instrument that records the electrical activity of the brain--Jell-O demonstrates movement virtually identical to the brain waves of a healthy adult man or woman.
  • Fresh or frozen pineapple contains an enzyme that prevents Jell-O from setting. Canned pineapple can be used because the canning process eliminates the enzyme.


So - I think I have it all out of my system today folks. Hope it was fun!!!






"Now where did I put that . . . ? ? A-HA!! I knew it. Okay, I'm ready for our stroll!"

"I was thinking, maybe we could stop and feed the ducks along the way."

"Oh, that sounds lovely."

"We need to talk."




Thursday, December 11, 2008

Quicky

Hi Folks - today's Thursday. It's been busy. I'm actually at home, and typing the blog. Which in and of itself would seem not that significant. However, we do not subscribe to this "internet" from home. We don't want to be sucked down the tubes into the CyberSpace. So we lend it from one of our neighbors. I haven't been able to thank them, I think they got sucked down the tube.

So I don't have long to extrapolate. Please muse this to yourselves, then discuss: Constellations; Myth or Product of Bored Children's Imagination.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Lichen, Ethnic Food, and Icy Roads

I posted a blog a little earlier today, and for some reason it was immediately translated into a foreign language. If you missed it, I'm sorry. It was quite a sight to see.

So today's Wednesday, let's gather round the hut and get ready for some story telling. . . .


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Oh - I guess I'm supposed to tell the story. Well. Let's see.

Yesterday, I received a most distressing telephone call. It was from my next door neighbor, who so kindly watches my children for 45 after school until Amber or I get home. My neighbor's husband was waiting for my youngest to get off of the bus, but that never happened. Several children got off the bus, none of which was my offspring. So the husband called his wife, who is a school bus driver, not named Cheech, and let her know about my missing son. The wife then got on the radio and alerted the other bus drivers that there was a boy who may have gotten on the wrong bus and gave them my son's name.

After alerting the other bus drivers, she called tell me of the news. I thanked her, got ready to go to the school, and called Amber on my way. Amber had the important numbers and made the calls, to find out that because of the quick action of our neighbor, our boy was safely found on a different bus and was told where he needed to be dropped off. Amber then called me to tell me the good news, and then while I was speaking to Amber, received the verification call from our neighbor that our son was indeed safe.

Lichen is a symbiotic organism. It is fungus and algae that covers a large part of the tundra. Apparently there is quite a bit of things you may do, or learn about the organism, because if you go to lichen.com you may purchase a book about Lichen for $110.

I received a telephone call from a dear friend. It was nice, because usually I make the effort to stay in contact, while he moves from place to place, changing his citizenship and places of employment trying to evade me. He's only called one other time in the last four months, and that was to get some "free" information out of me regarding a financial matter. I don't mind, and I'm not bitter. So I was excited when he decided to call. When I inquired about what he was calling about, he just mentioned that he had ordered some Chinese food, and thought to see how I was doing. When I'm in the lower 48 I'm often mistaken to be of Mexican or Asian decent. I don't mind. I just thought it was funny, that when he ordered ethnic food he thought of his minority friend.

Amber called, and told me how terrible the roads between Anchorage and Wasilla are. There was, in fact, a four car accident on the highway, with injuries, and it stopped traffic. I'm getting ready to drive into Anchorage, at the end of the day, when the roads are more treacherous. I think I may write another life insurance policy on myself before I leave. . . .




"We need to discuss what happened. We already set the rules before we agreed to it."

" "

"Well? Don't you have anything to say? This is serious. We can't have something like this happen again."

"Once you are finished with your tea, would you like to take another stroll around the block?"

"May we discuss the situation?"

"Oh bother, I forgot the honey."

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Smooth Operator

So - today was a hybrid of busy and stagnant. It's toward the end of the day here in Alaska, though for many of you my followers you've probably already have gone to bed. It starts to get dark here at 4:15 PM then by 4:40 it's totally black outside. Oh yeah. . . 45th post baby!!!

To the right, your left, is a picture of an Eskimo man trying on his ivory sunglasses. They were used mostly, not for the overbearing sunbeams, but for the light reflected off of the snow. Being that most of the terrain these Eskimo's lived on were flat, barren areas, it was difficult to find material to use. Timber? Nope. Metals? Nope. Lichen? Yup, but what the heck could you do with lichen?

So they were pretty resourceful, using every bit of the animals that they used for sustenance. It was a pretty tough life for them - I guess you can say it was even harder out here for a pimp. Maybe that's why they're (Pimps) are in SoCal. It was an Academy Award Winner folks. In the immortal words of Jon Stewart: 'Three 6 Mafia, One. Martin Scorcese, Zero.' (Update, Marty finally won one).

I don't know what else to post folks, I know that I'm supposed to be able to just put down what I would like. But I'm feeling rather cynical. What a horrible time of year to be cynical no? Politics? Nothing but scams. And it goes back to - what I blogged about earlier, where the person who speaks softest isn't taken seriously. I mean, we live in a society now where the Boys Scouts are viewed as deviants and deviant behavior is defensible. That's all.

I don't mind if people choose to perform deviant behavior. I don't think people are horrid for choosing to do something, except for maybe brutal homicidal rages, but even then . . . right O.J.?

I'm posting in between phone calls. Hence, my growing irritability. I guess, broken down to the simplest common denominator I sell life insurance. No matter what I say - when I mention that I'm with New York Life, the first thing out of the person's mouth (Steve, that was just gross. Funny. But wrong.)is: "We're all taken care of." or "Is this about life insurance?" I'd flip out a little bit more, but I think I would have an aneurysm, and I would prefer to enjoy spending time with my boys (stop it Steve) until they become teenagers. Then I'll hand them off to Amber (Grant, last warning. - I know what Steve said. Yes. . . Grant!).

Maybe I'll be back, most definitely tomorrow. I'm sorry for being nothing more than entertainment, and a social exercise in bi-polarity.



"Where have you been? Everyone has been worried sick! Where did you get that!?!?"

"There was a bazaar. I simply could not go without it. Is tea ready?"

"Uh- - - wait. This can not go on without further discussion and intervention. Shall I get Timothy?"

"No. You most certainly will not involve Timothy in this. What has happened, has happened. Anyway, it certainly would not matter a twit to him. Him and his bees."

"I will get the tea ready."










Monday, December 8, 2008

What to discuss?

My friends, my followers, my everything. Let me find the words to share with you today that will light the path. It is a deep cavern, this the cyberspace. It can be frightening, especially if it is accompanied by improper grammar and spelling.

I recently finished reading 'Slaughter-House Five' by Kurt Vonnegut. It is a tale about the Dresden massacre of WWII, a tale of war. The narrator took a back-seat, second hand look at the atrocities and focused on one of the survivors, the outcome was a nimble tight-rope walk between humor and the macabre.

I think most folks are able to relate to Mr. Billy Pilgrim. We find ourselves in situations where we are really unsure about how or why we got to them. Perhaps we may tell ourselves that we may relate, only because we know of such a sad figure, and have tried to help them out once.


Moving on - it was a very windy day here in my homeland. The kind of wind that shakes buildings, and chills the very marrow of your bone. It is weather like this, accompanied with the darkness of winter, that really says: Welcome to Alaska. Dumb ass.


However, it is also days like this I realize that my ancestor's (mother's side) would yell right back: Bring on your worst, for we are the best mankind has to offer, and we will not only survive but thrive. (Author's note, I don't think my ancestor's would say that they are the best, as most of the Eskimo culture is quite humble, but it's true.) Then they would go out and do it.

I've often mused over the fact of putting together a seminar, or book that would outline success in business with the Eskimo culture. A seminar may be more appropriate, but then I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't be able to produce it much justice. A collaborative effort would seem to be the best solution.

Well - I'm not able to offer much more up to you folks today. Hope that this suffices.



"I don't know where she went! When I went to get her up, the room was empty, she had left."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"11:30 last night. She came out wanting to go for another stroll. I told her that she needed to go back to bed, and well now, she's flown the coop."

"How could you allow this to happen? We knew you weren't responsible enough for this!"

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Witnesses For Christ - Sunday

The following is a talk I've written for church, I've been able to recycle it already, and it's been a year since I've given a talk in church. I don't know exactly what I've done to get this, as some in our ward have given multiple talks in the short three years we've been here. I'm not complaining, and hopefully did not just jinx myself for 2009. Here it is:

Witnesses For Christ

“Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct.” Thomas Carlyle.
Similarly James the apostle told us “Be Ye doers of the word, not hearers only deceiving your own selves.”

As latter-day saints, members of the church of Jesus Christ, we have taken it upon ourselves to be witnesses, disciples of Him. Students of the master teacher, we are to put into practice the lessons that he taught. It is a daunting task, no doubt, when one realizes the enormity and scale of our responsibility. However, the Lord does not expect us to know and even practice all that will be required at once. The Lord councils us; that we will be taught precept upon precept, line upon line; do not run faster or labor more than you have strength and means. He will not abandon us in time of need, the Lord will be there gently shepherding us according to His will, if we are but compliant to follow.

In the 117th section of the Doctrine and Covenants, the Lord did not expect Oliver Granger to be perfect, perhaps not even to succeed. "When he falls he shall rise again, for his sacrifice shall be more sacred unto me than his increase, saith the Lord" (D&C 117:13). We cannot always expect to succeed, but we should try the best we can. "For I, the Lord, will judge all men according to their works, according to the desire of their hearts" (D&C 137:9).

While in the throes of depression, I sank into the mists of darkness. Much like that mentioned by Lehi and Nephi in the vision of the Tree of Life. The mist is not far from the iron rod; in fact many lost their way. Only those who clung to the iron rod were able to make it safely to the tree. For a moment, then and at the beginning of the illness I was quite unable to attend or perform all the duties that I had been called to do.

Depression began to creep and fill every aspect of my life, snuffing out that which was good and pleasant. It got to the point where even the things which I held dearest and cherished had no appeal to me. Then I started to suffer spiritually, where once I had desire and intent to follow through with my duties, I resented and shirked my responsibilities. My loving wife thankfully clung to the rod. She would stand by my side, reach out for me. It was because of the love that she has, that she had the strength and fortitude to go through those dark mists.

For over a year that lasted, I’m not sure when the mist began to dissipate, but I had started reading the scriptures again and praying; I came to Jacob 1:19 that said that Jacob and Joseph would take upon themselves the responsibility of discipleship otherwise the blood of the people would be upon them. My thought was, I need to be released, and the Lord surely wouldn’t expect me to take upon this responsibility with my condition. So I spoke with my branch president. During all that time he was patient, kind, and loving. During this meeting he was bold, but not overbearing in the declaration that the Lord did want me in the calling, and though I would have trials I would need to rely upon the Lord to fulfill my duties. It was then, after some more reflection and study that I had a spiritual reawakening. I knew who I was; I am a child of God. I knew my purpose and what I had to do. I planted my faith fully in the Lord, turning over to him everything. I am a child of God, I came here to earth so that I may learn and grow spiritually so that I may be able to return to Him. I am a witness that His Son, Jesus Christ is the savior, the Son of God. I am to share that with those whom I can. All of us are disciples, students, witnesses of the Divinity of Jesus Christ.

We are here to help one another. As disciples of the One whom we follow, we must learn of Him. President Howard W. Hunter challenged us to “Know Him more than we know him, to love him more than we love him, and to serve Him more than we serve Him.” When we are in the service of our fellow beings we are only in the service of our God. Even if we have to kneel, embrace, and lift another.

I wish now to slightly change the angle of the message. We now know that each of us has some bit of responsibility once we’re members of the church. However, there are those who have gotten lost in the darkness, in the mists. Some have gone in open rebellion, and all we can do is love them and wait for a change of heart. However, there are some who may have just lost the path.

As one who drifted, I can say it’s embarrassing to have done that. Self depreciating thoughts arise disqualifying any intimation that the spirit may whisper into the mind. It is now, as loving Disciples of Christ that we are to help Shepard them back in. President Faust counseled: “Our love of God must be pure, without selfish intent. The pure love of Christ must be the motive in our devotion.” This charity and love of our fellow men is what will help Shepard in the lost sheep. To befriend and love those within our flock as we love ourselves. As I mentioned previous, when I was inactive I was already dealing with embarrassment to not being where I knew I should be, but also ashamed about the depression I was feeling. When I did attend various functions, I felt like an outsider trying to come back in. It was this that manipulated my perception and enhanced my embarrassment when I would be welcomed with “Boy, I haven’t seen you in awhile.” Or receiving a phone call for Amber, and being told “I’ve missed seeing you.” Please don’t misunderstand me; I know that everyone was genuinely concerned. However, there was a change in how I was treated, naturally because instead of being active, I was now less active. The point that I am trying to make is that there should be no difference in the way in which one is treated. How do we do that? It’s hard. The answer, I believe lies in friendship; to build an intimate relationship with another so that we feel that we belong and to have developed mutual feelings of trust and emotional closeness.


The Prophet Joseph Smith, while incarcerated in Liberty jail, received revelation, which we can find in the 121st section of the Doctrine and Covenants. He was told by the Lord: Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands. As peaceful and miraculous as the message is, to have heard the voice of the Lord, Joseph still marveled and was grateful after receiving letters from his wife Emma, Don C. Smith, and Bishop Partridge: Joseph says “Those who have not been enclosed in the walls of prison without cause or provocation, can have little idea how sweet the sound of a friend is; one token of friendship from any source whatever awakens and calls into action every sympathetic feeling; it brings up in an instant everything that is passed; it seized the present with the avidity of lightning; it grasps after the future with the fierceness of a tiger; it moves the mind backward and forward, from one thing to another, until finally all enmity, malice, and hatred, and past differences, misunderstandings and mismanagements are slain victorious at the feet of hope; and when the heart is sufficiently contrite, then the voice of inspiration steals along and whispers-”

“Friendship is one of the grand fundamental principles of “Mormonism””. Joseph Smith

Elder Marlin K. Jensen said: “Years ago when I was serving as a bishop, a recently converted family moved into our rural Utah community. These good people had joined the Church in the eastern United States and had been warmly fellowshipped and put to work in a small branch there. When they came to our larger, more-established ward, they somehow slipped through the cracks. Some of the family members, particularly the father, became disenchanted with the Church and its members.

One Sunday morning when I noticed the father was missing from priesthood meeting; I left the meetinghouse and drove to his home. He invited me in, and we had a very honest conversation about the struggle he was having with his new faith and neighbors. After exploring various possibilities for responding to his concerns, none of which seemed to appeal to him very much, I asked him with a tone of frustration in my voice just what we could do to help him. I've never forgotten his reply:
"Well, bishop," he said (and I will need to paraphrase here slightly), "for heaven's sake, whatever you do, please don't assign me a friend."
I learned a great lesson that day. No one wants to become a "project"; we all want spontaneously to be loved. And, if we are to have friends, we want them to be genuine and sincere, not "assigned."

You are Disciples of Christ, when you are called upon to help your fellow man let your testimony shine through the mists of darkness. You will be as a light upon a hill that cannot be hid. When you share your testimony you will not need to use specialized words, or eloquent speech, nor will you have to be a scriptorian spouting doctrine. Rather your testimony will be shared with a visit, a telephone call, the comforting assurance that you will help your friend no matter the terrain. Our savior, shortly before his crucifixion, said to His disciples: “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Ye are my friends.” We as latter-day saints could offer the support needed for one of our own. Hope is to be found in Christ Jesus, we as friends can offer encouragement. Encouragement is the fuel for hope.

President Faust said: “So, where should we make our stand? As we demonstrate our devotion to God by our daily acts of righteousness, He can know where we stand.”

There may be some out there who feel overwhelmed by all the responsibilities that we have. If the only good we could do is to say our prayers or read the scriptures, let us do it! The Lord will guide us. Desire will lead to faith, faith leads to repentance, repentance leads to covenants, covenants lead to blessings, even that of the application of the Atonement and Eternal life.

In April it will have been 17 years since I was baptized. I was acquainted with the Church through my best friend. Most of my closest friends were members of the church. It was because of the intimacy of our friendship that I saw what drove their faith. In due time, I sought for truth, and desired to be closer to God. I was led to the church. Prepared by friendship, nurtured by friendship, and I developed a relationship with Deity. If we could extend ourselves to someone, just one person and befriend them, either less-active or not a member, with no other motive than friendship; a natural consequence will be the growth of church, and the spreading of the Gospel. I’ve been blessed to see associates from my youth join the church, and their children join the church. I know that the church is true, that Jesus is the Christ, and that the Book of Mormon is true. God lives. Afar we see the golden rest, to which the rod will guide, where, with the angels bright and blest, forever we’ll abide. I say these things, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Saturday Mornings

Good morning, afternoon, and evening. Welcome my followers, where ever in this the cyber space you may be. I hope that the week that was, was good to you.

It can be overwhelming, to decide what to blog about. Any topic, or prose one ends up taking, you take the risk of alienating several of your readers. Even if it's as simple as just reporting on the happenings of your family. I do not know, nor can I relate to being easily offended or taken off the mark, though Amber would probably be happy to share various examples out of my whole. Not that she is the type to do that.

Yesterday I came across a blog - that is nice. There isn't anything in it that would stand out to the casual observer. It's mostly a collection of poetry, and other muses that this person fancies. Yesterday, it received over 3,000 visitors. I don't know if I'm having blog envy, but I'm pretty sure that I experienced some shrinkage, and having the tail take its place securely between the legs. I still think that Steve's blog is better, but then I prefer watching Ren and Stimpy over having to think.

There was a study recently done, I'm not sure by whom, but it was reported on the Today show. The outcome was about happiness, and it being contagious. If you have a happy friend (No Grant, not that happy friend), that lives within a mile from you. Then you have a 35% chance of being happier yourself. If your happy friend (Stop picking on Grant, Steve), lives further than a mile from you, then your chances of being happy are significantly reduced. Ok - so I don't remember the exact numbers, or if the study was in fact reported on the Today show. Just Google it.



Gently rapping on the door. "It's eight o'clock in the morning. Would you like to come down for breakfast?"

No response.

Knocking on the door, while opening. "Good morning. Finally got some decent rest? I imagine so - after being up so late the last few. . . ."

The bed was unmade - meaning there were no linens, pillows, or anything to indicate that the bed was even thought to be in use. A quick scan around the room. Barren. The walls themselves seemed to have been repainted, because of the complete lack of photographs and other items that adorned them. The closets empty. The drawers cleaned out. The room was vacant.




Friday, December 5, 2008

Missed it by that much!

Here is a picture of the Aurora Borealis - most commonly known as the Northern Lights. Yeah - they get pretty spectacular. It's been years though since I've seen some really intense lights, mostly because where I've been living, I usually see just the greenish haze, which is eerie and awesome in its own right.

So we didn't make the historic 1000 visitors on the 40th post. As of this posting, there have been 997 visitors. Quite amazing actually that people still come back. I guess it's because it is akin to watching a horrible accident in progress, you just can't take your eyes off of it.

The first week of December is already over. I can't believe it. Today is my younger sister's b-day. So props to her. Don't drink it all in one sitting!

We're not sure what our plans for the weekend are, it may involve some family pictures for the Christmas card - but who knows. Maybe it'll just include the usual, re-enactment of various Simpson episodes. No one in my family has seen an episode of The Simpsons, other than me, so I'm the only one who gets the joke. Amber's expressed serious concern, but I know what's up.

I'd like to thank my followers who have placed captions on Hector. He found them rather amusing. Don't mind if he knocks on your door in the next day or two, he just wants to say "Thanks."

I spoke to a friend of mine the other day, he told me that he had gone to see the movie "Twilight". Now - I had told him that it is a total chick flick and really has nothing to do with vampires. This is a direct quote: 'The commercials made it look so cool though.'

Let me tell you a little about advertising. The purpose of it, is to make you think that what ever is being pitched is a "Good idea." Why do think there were are so many Chia Pets sold - still!?!?!

The other day, my friend and associate Grant went to a luncheon of one our professional groups. Usually it is a guest speaker of some significance in the financial/professional industry and community. That days guest speaker were two Marines for the Toys for Tots program. We love our military, and love the program - let me make that clear. We love them. We sometimes need restraining orders against us because of our love for them, laws have been passed. . .

So the article I posted the other day about the fat German soldiers, well I guess we had a dumb Marine. His presentation was made up of personal stories that really had nothing to do with either a) the Marines or b) Toys for Tots.

In fact, he spoke of quite intimate topics and used finger quotations all wrong:

Marine: I've been in "Alaska" for about seven months. I was getting ready to be deployed to "Iraq" when I had a "heart-attack". So now I'm "here". I have a girlfriend in "Texas" that had my "kid" (ok, this is Bob, maybe that finger quote was actually correct, but I digress). I'm hoping to get my job back at "Hardee's". If you're ever in Wyoming, ask for 'Wild Bill'. " " (Bob again, I don't know if you caught that, but that was finger quotes over nothing. Just random finger quoting.)

Have a great weekend everybody!!


"It's late, you should really just get back to bed. You need your rest. We'll go for a stroll tomorrow after breakfast. I promise."

Glares.

"Please, just go back to bed and try to get some sleep."

Turns, and walks surprisingly deftly back to the room. Shuts the door. Sobs.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Life of the Party!!

Okay folks - no real discussion here, today is Wednesday. I'm going to be gone tomorrow - Thursday so no post for tomorrow. So my dear followers, you have some responsibility, I need your help. First off, I would like to reach the historic 1,000 visitors to my site, so tell everyone you know to stop by. Secondly, it's time to play another game. This is one devised from my cohort Steven. As you see here is a picture of someone who made a bad choice. It's their mugshot. I don't know who they are, it's not that important, even if they happen to be one of the few to visit this site tomorrow. So just add your own Caption to the picture! C'mon people let's get'r'done! I'll help get you started:





  • You can't arrest me, I'm the HULK - ARGHHH!!!
  • "Make a Squishy Face. AHHH - Simon didn't say!!"
  • Diploma? I don't need no stinkin' diploma - this is the interview for President of the United States right?
  • See - I can touch my nose with my tongue!! Ehhhh!!

Hail Glutton!

This is taken from a story from the New York Post. My words will follow the article:

REPORT: GERMANS TOO FAT TO FIGHT

CONSUMED 1.7M PINTS OF BEER IN 2007 IN AFGHANISTAN

TIMES OF LONDON

Last updated: 11:34 am
December 3, 2008
Posted: 11:32 am
December 3, 2008

First they were accused of not wanting to fight. Then they were blamed for failing in their main mission to train the Afghan police.

Now Germany's battered military reputation has received a further humiliating blow. According to official reports the 3,500 troops in northern Afghanistan drink too much and are too fat to fight.

A German parliamentary report has revealed that in 2007 German forces in Afghanistan consumed about 1.7 million pints of beer and 90,000 bottles of wine. During the first six months of this year 896,000 pints of beer were shipped to German forces in Afghanistan. British and US bases in the country enforce a strict ban on alcohol.

The physical condition of the soldiers was already in question after a German armed forces report found that 40 percent of its soldiers aged 18-29 were overweight, compared to 35 percent of the civilian population of the same age.

Reinhold Robbe, the parliamentary commissioner for the German armed forces, concluded: "Plainly put, the soldiers are too fat, exercise too little and take little care of their diet."


I know - it's phoning it in, posting someone else's material. I think that there is a lot of merit to this story though. I guess folks could say that we are living in the most dangerous of times, with all of the weapons of mass destruction that are out there; and not to mention how dangerous our enemies are. I know - it's not nice to point out that we have enemies.

So here we have a gluttonous army, not the U.S. but one of our allies (for the moment). But let's take a closer look at the situation. Is it as bad as it seems? I mean the warfare that we will be fighting - mostly will be via robotics and mathematical formulas. So how in shape do you have to be to push a button?

Like it or not, modern-history has shown that the Germans really are the visionaries and leaders when it comes to the great wars. They were the main ingredients to the starting of both World Wars. So it is here - they are showing the way of the future for our militaristic conditioning. One could argue that it is merely the affects of losing both world wars, they've just given up.

I don't know if this was coherent for everyone. Perhaps my afternoon nap didn't help as much as I thought it did. Don't worry, every village needs an idiot. Soothing reminders from Mother, on just how hopeless it really was.


"When was Wendell here?"

"Who is Wendell? There haven't been any visitors, not for weeks."

"Shall we take another stroll around the block?"

"It's 11:30 at night! No."

"I don't think this is working out."

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Tepid Extremes

Yes - there are my two boys. People just think it's one person, until they notice Dylan. He's younger and smaller, so it goes.

It's coming up on 4 PM and I have to head home to meet the boys. On Tuesday's we don't have anyone to watch them for the 45 minutes from when they get off the bus until Amber gets home.

I don't know if my parents were negligent, but I remember being nearly as young as Dylan and fending for myself at home after school. Maybe that's why my friend Maurice still visits from time-to-time.
Maurice is nice enough. He ages tremendously well. He is adamant that I don't introduce him to others, in fact right now he's terribly embarrassed. I feel bad, but he just came up in my bloggersation.

So - my fellow followers, you may have noticed that there have been some changes to my cyber-world. I'm digging it right now. The newest gadget is the chat box to the left, your right. ===>

I'm not sure if it will survive, but we'll see where it takes us. Feel free to leave a message there. There is also a little tag box of sorts below the blog - feel free to check one or more of them, if you are not so inclined to leave an insight. Some of my followers have mentioned how they aren't sure what is fiction or what is autobiographical, and that they are concerned. The fact of the matter is, the blog is just like life. How you perceive it, whether it's real or fantastical in nature is dependent on your your paradigm. I make no justifications or excuses. I am after all the walrus. I did not shoot John Lennon.

"So - now that we are finished with our little stroll, what would you like to do now?"
"I'd like some tea and toast, and perhaps take a little nap."
"Very good, let me warm up the water for you."

In Remembrance

So I just found out that Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, a member of the quorum of the 12 Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints died last night. As brash and seemingly irreverent that I am, I still have a deep and unyielding respect and love for for my church leaders. Each leader, whether on a Global or Local scene volunteers his/her time away from family and other duties to serve the Lord Jesus Christ. They continually show their love and deep faith in Him. So it was with Joseph Wirthlin, Elder and Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ. He performed his duties well in proclaiming the restored gospel and teaching about the love that the our Savior has for each one of us. Below is his last address to the world.


Come What May, and Love It

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

The way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

Elder Joseph B. WirthlinWhen I was young I loved playing sports, and I have many fond memories of those days. But not all of them are pleasant. I remember one day after my football team lost a tough game, I came home feeling discouraged. My mother was there. She listened to my sad story. She taught her children to trust in themselves and each other, not blame others for their misfortunes, and give their best effort in everything they attempted.

When we fell down, she expected us to pick ourselves up and get going again. So the advice my mother gave to me then wasn’t altogether unexpected. It has stayed with me all my life.

“Joseph,” she said, “come what may, and love it.”

I have often reflected on that counsel.

I think she may have meant that every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the birds don’t sing and bells don’t ring. Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result.

There may be some who think that General Authorities rarely experience pain, suffering, or distress. If only that were true. While every man and woman on this stand today has experienced an abundant measure of joy, each also has drunk deeply from the cup of disappointment, sorrow, and loss. The Lord in His wisdom does not shield anyone from grief or sadness.

For me, the Lord has opened the windows of heaven and showered blessings upon my family beyond my ability to express. Yet like everyone else, I have had times in my life when it seemed that the heaviness of my heart might be greater than I could bear. During those times I think back to those tender days of my youth when great sorrows came at the losing end of a football game.

How little I knew then of what awaited me in later years. But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.”

How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness.

Over the years I have learned a few things that have helped me through times of testing and trial. I would like to share them with you.


Learn to Laugh

The first thing we can do is learn to laugh. Have you ever seen an angry driver who, when someone else makes a mistake, reacts as though that person has insulted his honor, his family, his dog, and his ancestors all the way back to Adam? Or have you had an encounter with an overhanging cupboard door left open at the wrong place and the wrong time which has been cursed, condemned, and avenged by a sore-headed victim?

There is an antidote for times such as these: learn to laugh.

I remember loading up our children in a station wagon and driving to Los Angeles. There were at least nine of us in the car, and we would invariably get lost. Instead of getting angry, we laughed. Every time we made a wrong turn, we laughed harder.

Getting lost was not an unusual occurrence for us. Once while heading south to Cedar City, Utah, we took a wrong turn and didn’t realize it until two hours later when we saw the “Welcome to Nevada” signs. We didn’t get angry. We laughed, and as a result, anger and resentment rarely resulted. Our laughter created cherished memories for us.

I remember when one of our daughters went on a blind date. She was all dressed up and waiting for her date to arrive when the doorbell rang. In walked a man who seemed a little old, but she tried to be polite. She introduced him to me and my wife and the other children; then she put on her coat and went out the door. We watched as she got into the car, but the car didn’t move. Eventually our daughter got out of the car and, red faced, ran back into the house. The man that she thought was her blind date had actually come to pick up another of our daughters who had agreed to be a babysitter for him and his wife.

We all had a good laugh over that. In fact, we couldn’t stop laughing. Later, when our daughter’s real blind date showed up, I couldn’t come out to meet him because I was still in the kitchen laughing. Now I realize that our daughter could have felt humiliated and embarrassed. But she laughed with us, and as a result, we still laugh about it today.

The next time you’re tempted to groan, you might try to laugh instead. It will extend your life and make the lives of all those around you more enjoyable.


Seek for the Eternal

The second thing we can do is seek for the eternal. You may feel singled out when adversity enters your life. You shake your head and wonder, “Why me?”

But the dial on the wheel of sorrow eventually points to each of us. At one time or another, everyone must experience sorrow. No one is exempt.

I love the scriptures because they show examples of great and noble men and women such as Abraham, Sarah, Enoch, Moses, Joseph, Emma, and Brigham. Each of them experienced adversity and sorrow that tried, fortified, and refined their characters.

Learning to endure times of disappointment, suffering, and sorrow is part of our on-the-job training. These experiences, while often difficult to bear at the time, are precisely the kinds of experiences that stretch our understanding, build our character, and increase our compassion for others.

Because Jesus Christ suffered greatly, He understands our suffering. He understands our grief. We experience hard things so that we too may have increased compassion and understanding for others.

Remember the sublime words of the Savior to the Prophet Joseph Smith when he suffered with his companions in the smothering darkness of Liberty Jail: “My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;

“And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.”1

With that eternal perspective, Joseph took comfort from these words, and so can we. Sometimes the very moments that seem to overcome us with suffering are those that will ultimately suffer us to overcome.


The Principle of Compensation

The third thing we can do is understand the principle of compensation. The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.

One of the blessings of the gospel is the knowledge that when the curtain of death signals the end of our mortal lives, life will continue on the other side of the veil. There we will be given new opportunities. Not even death can take from us the eternal blessings promised by a loving Heavenly Father.

Because Heavenly Father is merciful, a principle of compensation prevails. I have seen this in my own life. My grandson Joseph has autism. It has been heartbreaking for his mother and father to come to grips with the implications of this affliction.

They knew that Joseph would probably never be like other children. They understood what that would mean not only for Joseph but for the family as well. But what a joy he has been to us. Autistic children often have a difficult time showing emotion, but every time I’m with him, Joseph gives me a big hug. While there have been challenges, he has filled our lives with joy.

His parents have encouraged him to participate in sports. When he first started playing baseball, he was in the outfield. But I don’t think he grasped the need to run after loose balls. He thought of a much more efficient way to play the game. When a ball was hit in his direction, Joseph watched it go by and then pulled another baseball out of his pocket and threw that one to the pitcher.

Any reservations that his family may have had in raising Joseph, any sacrifices they have made have been compensated tenfold. Because of this choice spirit, his mother and father have learned much about children with disabilities. They have witnessed firsthand the generosity and compassion of family, neighbors, and friends. They have rejoiced together as Joseph has progressed. They have marveled at his goodness.


Trust in the Father and the Son

The fourth thing we can do is put our trust in our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.

“God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son.”2 The Lord Jesus Christ is our partner, helper, and advocate. He wants us to be happy. He wants us to be successful. If we do our part, He will step in.

He who descended below all things will come to our aid. He will comfort and uphold us. He will strengthen us in our weakness and fortify us in our distress. He will make weak things become strong.3

One of our daughters, after giving birth to a baby, became seriously ill. We prayed for her, administered to her, and supported her as best we could. We hoped she would receive a blessing of healing, but days turned into months, and months turned into years. At one point I told her that this affliction might be something she would have to struggle with the rest of her life.

One morning I remember pulling out a small card and threading it through my typewriter. Among the words that I typed for her were these: “The simple secret is this: put your trust in the Lord, do your best, then leave the rest to Him.”

She did put her trust in God. But her affliction did not disappear. For years she suffered, but in due course, the Lord blessed her, and eventually she returned to health.

Knowing this daughter, I believe that even if she had never found relief, yet she would have trusted in her Heavenly Father and “[left] the rest to Him.”


Conclusion

Although my mother has long since passed to her eternal reward, her words are always with me. I still remember her advice to me given on that day long ago when my team lost a football game: “Come what may, and love it.”

I know why there must be opposition in all things. Adversity, if handled correctly, can be a blessing in our lives. We can learn to love it.

As we look for humor, seek for the eternal perspective, understand the principle of compensation, and draw near to our Heavenly Father, we can endure hardship and trial. We can say, as did my mother, “Come what may, and love it.” Of this I testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.


NOTES
1. D&C 121:7–8.
2. John 3:16.
3. See Ether 12:27.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Wha - Wha???? Haroomp!! Balderdash and the Like.


  1. I was wondering if I were really able to make a difference.
  2. That's all.
  3. I mean, I'm just a small boy, from a small family, from a small town.
  4. That's all.
  5. What would constitute a difference, really?
  6. Was that meant to be rhetorical?
  7. Will I only speak in question-form?
  8. Possibly.
  9. Moving oN.



    I found that the softer you speak, the less you are taken seriously. No matter how profound the subject matter.


So I was reading an article about the most self-indulgent albums produced. Usually when it comes to an artist, most of it is self-indulgent, because they understand the matter, and it's meant for them. The rest of us are left to either take it or leave it, that's all. If someone finds something of value, or interesting about it, then that's fine. But if you don't get it, then you're an idiot. That's all. Every village needs an idiot. Soothing reminders from Mother, on just how hopeless it really was.


THE LOUDER YOU SPEAK, THE MORE YOU ARE UNABLE TO LISTEN.NO MATTER HOW PROFOUND THE REBUTTAL IS.

I realized, that perhaps I should have made a change. It may have proved to be, (what's the word?) ironic - (not quite) substantial - (eww, no) decisive (possibly -) in nature, and helped to drive home a point that does not need to be made.



I FOUND THAT THE SOFTER YOU SPEAK, THE LESS YOU ARE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. NO MATTER HOW PROFOUND THE SUBJECT MATTER.

Just musing.


The louder you speak, the more you are unable to listen. No matter how profound the rebuttal is.



"So - where do we go from here?"

"How about we take another stroll around the block?"

"That'd be nice."

Friday, November 28, 2008

Untitled

Meh.


Really?


Seriously.


Meh.


Dude.

Right on.


Seriously?

Huh -


No Way!


Interesting.


Meh.


I guess.


Probably.


Get out!?!?

Whoah.


Dude.


Dude man!


Meh.


Nah.

Possibly.

Really?

Seriously?

Eh...

Duuude.


Gnarly.

Ok.



Huh -

Herm. . .


Meh.



Good.

Awesome.



Nuh-uh!?!?!!

Shut up!!!

Wow.


Meh.


Really?


Seriously?


Seriously.

Really.


For real dawg.


Seriously.


Dude?


Dude.


DUDE!!

Duuuude.

Meh.

Shut up!



No.

Make me!


(Gets Gun)

(Calls 911)

911 Emergency, what's the emergency?


Uh-huh.

No way.

Dude!

Stop.

Stay.

RUN!!!
Dude?!?!


Seriously?


Seriously.


Meh.


A . . . . then a . . . . from the . . . . . is. . . . . . . a . . . . . of . . . . . if . . . . . a . . . . the . . . and . . . and . . .the . . . is. . . . on. . . . a . . . . . an



Seriously?


Dude.


What?


Really.


Reeeally??
Hmmm.


Yup.


Weird.



Meh.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Blue Monday

This is a picture of a Sea Star that I caught while fishing for halibut a couple of summers ago. The sea star weighed about 45 pounds. I think if you click the picture, you will be able to see that I interrupted it's brunch, as it is still munching on some clams.

Welcome my friends, it's Monday; I really wish I were able to have some interaction on here, as I would play a snippet of "Blue Monday" from Bo Diddly I believe, or perhaps it's Fats Domino. Maybe Muddy Waters. Who knows, if you are really interested in finding out who sings it you can google at your leisure.

Today really has been a hazy kind of Monday. Just longing about - the day started out with such promise, then just petered out around 10:30 AM. So is our life just a bunch of pleasant platitudes played out until we stumble across something we notice and say 'Boy, that was a nice lunch.'?

I really do not like talking about politics that much, as it makes me seem much older than I want to be, and I don't think that there is much originality to it all anyway. So you may ask: Then why bring it up?

I don't know. Perhaps I'm much older than I want to be, and not as original as I thought either. I appreciate the Bohemian way of life, but don't really subscribe to the liberal views most of them share. It would seem odd to come across a person who is in the lifestyle of a bohemian, only to start discussing the pro's and con's of trickle down economics, and the necessity to move forward with development of resources, while trying to save the Danes.

I also found out, that playing games just for the "fun" of it, really isn't that fun. For anyone. But when someone wins, especially when it's quite close, things get pretty tense, and then it's not that much fun anymore. By the way - I believe that I am winning in the game.

I came across something that has reinvigorated my feeling for music. I'm not sure if any of you have found the gem of Pandora.com yet, but it's a radio station site that is simply wonderful. I actually am listening to music again on a regular basis, rather than just listening to talk radio.

One food that I really like is chicken pot pie. I used to have it on a regular basis for lunch when I was in high school. Yes, it was the frozen Swanson's chicken pot pie. Amber found that quite endearing, or pathetic, the other day. When I told her about that, she responded with an "Awww." I wasn't quite sure which direction to take it, so I decided to just leave it.

Speaking of not quite sure of which direction to take, there once was a Nun from Mantakut.

Caleb and Dylan have really enjoyed playing the rhyming game, and have recently found out about free association. We would lay down, look at the ceiling, Caleb will ask us to say the first thing that comes to our mind when he mentions a random word. We were playing until we couldn't think of anymore words, but then Amber interjected and put a stop to it all. I believe we had gone on for about five minutes just coming up with random words.

Would you like to know the secret of success? Apparently it's quite simple. You just have to choose to follow it.

Some people get so caught up on little things, that stop them from moving forward. Whether it's a misconception, apathy, or just plain old stupidity. It really is the biggest mistake people take, initiating a plan of action. We can plan the greatest vacation, but if it's not followed up on, it's just a nice plan. No memories, or real outcome.

I'm not sure how much rambling I'm wanting to do - I'm mostly putting down thoughts in between phone calls. Yes - it's that kind of Monday.