Agree to disagree

The other day I listened to a couple who were obviously having trouble communicating.  The reason I was listening came from their conclusion that if they yelled at each other, they would communicate better. Didn’t really work for them, but for those of us within a half mile, we all heard their conflict of understanding. 
Here are some facts concerning arguments I’ve gathered over the years:

- A single fact can ruin a good argument.
- Do not argue with an idiot; he will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
- Never argue with a fool ... he may be doing the same thing.
- Many arguments have two sides, but no end.

 I think disagreement is a good thing, it opens the door to different opinions. But when a person decides they possess the only ultimate truth, then they declare their opinion is the only one that counts. When this happens, I generally leave them and their opinions in another room. Just Say'n.
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Worry, Worry, Worry

Mark Twain once wrote that he had been through a lot of difficult things in his life - and some of them had actually taken place.

I thought about that when I began to worry about something the other day. The thing hadn’t actually happened (and in the end it never did take place) but here I was all worried about it like it was real.

Life would be a lot easier to navigate if I just faced what was instead of worrying about what might be.

Just say’n

Wrong direction

We were out in the ocean today, about two miles from land, when I spotted this butterfly fluttering near the boat. 
There wasn’t any way he could be out there other than flying. It looked like he was just bouncing around in the wind, enjoying the beautiful summer day out on the ocean, thinking what a great trip he was having. Problem was, he was heading further away from dry land. I watched him as he continued his journey and wondered if it would ever dawn on him that his decision to be miles away from land wasn’t really a good decision. 
I’ve made choices like that in my life. Started out on some plan that seemed real good at the time, kept doing more of it, but forgot to count the cost until too late I finally realized - this was a bad decision.
I learned a lot from my mistakes, so I guess nothing is ever wasted. Nevertheless, I have a bad feeling the butterfly’s decision may not have a good ending. 
Probably a lot of people felt that way about some of my decision over the years, yet I am still flying. 
I am praying for the butterfly. Just Say’n.

Calm down

I was all concerned because I was running late.
Had to be someplace on time.
Then I realized, it wasn't life threatening to be late, it was just inconvienient.


We need a 0-10 scale for life. 
1 is wonderful and 10 is truly terrible and horrible (like the loss of someone you really love).


Then we could look at dumb things like being late and give it a true value of importance.


In all honesty, most things are really just a 1 or 2.


Just Say'n


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Self acceptance

Talking to people, I’m often fascinated with the level of disrespect many have toward themselves. I think a lot of the anger in our society is an attempt by others to make people around them feel as miserable about life as they do.
For example, if I dont like who I am, then you become a threat. Not that you did anything, just the fact that you exist bothers me, because you may seem to be happy, and I am not. Therefore, let me make you unhappy so I feel better.
After thousands of years of evolvoing as the human species, it often seem we haven’t come very far.


One of the things I use in my practice is the aspect of U.S.A.. In this case, U.S.A. stands for Unconditional Self Acceptance. That means a person will accept who they are without judgement. I am a wonderful person and I am also a person who has not so wonderful aspects. I love humor but I also have a dark side. It is just who I am. No judgement, just observation.


Try it sometime when your inner voice tells you all the bad things about yourself. Just say, “Yep that’s true” and then remember that the opposite is also part of you. It is just who we are. If we accept ourselves without condemnation, then we won’t have to dump all our junk on others. Just say’n.

Mr. Peanut

One of my weaknesses in life is the salted peanut. I don’t know if they’re healthy or unhealthy; I like them too much to do research. I might find something bad about them, so I just stay ignorant.
 However, I was looking at Mr. Peanut, the logo on the Planters Peanut can, and I became somewhat concerned about the statement he is making. If you ran into someone on the street who wore a tophat, monocle, gloves, shoes, and nothing else,  I think we would call the police.
A quick assessment would suggest he must have bad vision in only one eye, obviously has some problem walking which calls for a cane, is a blatant exibitionist, and is delusional enought to be happy about it all.
I think I will just enjoy the peanuts and put the can away. Just Say’n.

Duct tape

I saw this picture and decided there are people in the world who are just plain dumb. Can you immagine the pain that took place when this idiot decided to take the duct tape off? I mean you can’t get that glue to unstick no matter what you use. Besides, what a terrible waste of good duct tape. I have come to the conclusion that we could probably solve a lot of problems in Washington if we just duct taped a lot of mouths.


Duct tape was developed during WWII to keep ammunition dry and has evolved to a standard household item for fixing anything. It has even become part of the space program. Check this out: In a 2001 NASA manual for spaceflight operations aboard the International Space Station, duct tape is even called for in case of “acutepsychosis” during a space mission; NASA procedures call for its use to restrain the affected astronaut


 In addition, duct tape was used to repair one of the lunar vehicles during a walk on the moon. 
So next time you feel like your world is falling apart, go for the duct tape. Just say'n

new blog

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Mind Control - is it real?

In my new book PSYCH, Dr. Stephanie Walker uses a technique call Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP) to take over clients minds. She then takes all their money and convinces them suicide is a good idea. Could anyone ever have that control. Yep - check theses video clips.

Now you know you will have to read my book PSYCH. I am telling you to buy my book. I am telling you to buy my book. Hmmm. Maybe it doesn’t work all the time. Oh well, buy it if you want and I will be happy. Just Say’n 

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New Audio Book

CATCH AND RELEASE

An audiobook

By j.t.twerell

Narrated by craig jesson

Top winner in mystery and romance at:

·     London Book Festival

·     Los Angeles Book Fair

·     Beach Book Show

Reader’s review- “Twerell compresses the action into only a few days with a harrowing pace and constant plot twists.”

Audio Book Review- “Two diverse characters weave a plot you can’t put down, even after midnight.”

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Clean as ?

Had to buy some soap the other day so we could have it in the shower. I remember buying soap was simply getting a bar of Dial or Palmolive and that was easy. Now I find that soap comes in bottles filled with things that don’t even resemble soap. 

One I looked at was Coconut Cream Butter Shower Wash. Not even called soap anymore, and then for the rest of the day I would have smelled like a coconut daiquiri.
 Another was Wild Rose Garden with Honey. I had visions of being attacked by bees if I used that. Finally settled on one that said Natural Vanilla. Decided that it was probably the safest and most bland I could find.

Wonder was ever happened to 20 Mule Team Borax.? Don’t think it left me smelling like a mule. Just Say’n.

Insured risk

Talking to an insurance person the other day about all the claims they had after the big hurricane. Any loss is difficult to face but some people really have unique ways to file claims. 
I spotted this picture and wondered if the driver reported they were simply following the sign that said “Drive Thru”. 

The insurance person I was talking with shared some of these incidents:

• A report on a car accident stated, “I had one eye on the parked car, another on an approaching truck, and another on the woman behind.” Hey, it was a three eyed driver.
• Another incident reported was, “I started to slow down but the traffic was moving more slowly than I thought.” You have to watch out for that traffic that is just not going as fast as you want them.
• Last one is aparently repeated often in accident files, "An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle, and disappeared.” See there are alien attacks from outer space.

I guess in any job, there are some funny moments that make the day easier. Just Say'n

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Heavenly thoughts for writers

A lot of communities are now known as “Gated Communities” which simply means nobody gets in unless they’re invited. As I entered one of these communities, I suddenly realized according to general religious consensus, Heaven is a "Gated Community". The Pearly Gates keep out unwanted visitors and protect the residents from bad people. I guess St. Peter is supposed to be the “cop at the gate”. Hmmm, for what’s supposed to be a friendly place to live, it doesn’t sound so good from that perspective.
Anyhow, the reason I got into thinking about heaven was a joke a writer friend told me. Goes like this:


A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
"Oh my," said the writer. "Let me see heaven now."
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
"Wait a minute," said the writer. "This is just as bad as hell!"
"Oh no, it's not," replied an unseen voice. "Here, your work gets published.”


Sad but true.

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