Another Year!

Time flies when you’re having fun, so I guess I’m having a blast. At this rate, it will be Spring in a few days, then Summer the day after, and then I can put the boat back in the water. I know it doesn’t work this way, but why not just think positive.

2016 has a lot of new adventures to explore as the political race heats up. Seems like this presidential campaign has been active for the last two years, yet somehow we still don’t know what is going on. 

I’m sure the Kardashians will provide some type of hype, the economy will continue to hold center stage, the middle east will continue to be unpredictable and my two books Catch and Release and the sequel Hook, Line & Sinker will become international best sellers (just thought I would slide that in but click here if interested).
In any case, thanks to all for a great year together and best wishes for a Happy and Healthy New Year.

Merry Christmas

As you travel to family and friends be safe and enjoy the wonder of life. Merry Christmas from Janetta and me to all of you in cyberland. PS if you’re flying this weekend, watch out for Santa, it is a crowded sky out there. Just Say'n

Boat stories

There are warm summer days when I am convinced that boating is the highest form of evolution. It is a crazy hobby that begins and ends with $, but it is a great way to live. Talking to a friend the other day who had a great boat story. You have to realize that every boater has a great story, but this one was really big.
My friend was in a shark tournament and hooked into one that had a good chance to win. Problem was, they needed to get back to the dock before the time ran out on the tournament, so they brought it on board with the thought of tying it up in the aft part of the boat. Bad idea.
The shark broke loose and began to chew up anything it found. The men all headed up the ladder to the bridge and watched as the shark devoured the seats, fishing poles, water tanks, deck, and other equipment. It finally wore out and they secured it once more. They arrived at the dock fifteen minutes after the tournament closed. When they weighed the shark, it would have won. 
Personally, I think I will stick with small bass. It’s a lot safer. Just Say’n.


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Strange new sounds

Getting in the car the other day, I suddenly realized that I was making a strange new sound. It was a guttural groan set off by my putting my body behind the steering wheel of my car. 
I have been getting in and out of cars for a long time, but I don’t remember making this sound. 
I watched myself get out of the car when I arrived at my destination and sure enough, I made the same sound. Now very aware of this phenomena, I listened as I walked up the stairs, kneeled down to pick up a sock, got out of bed in the morning, sat in a chair, got out of the chair, and several other places where I had to bend or stretch my body.
 This sound must be because of global warming or something. I don’t think it has anything to do with my body getting older. Just say'en

Grumpy old man

Talked to someone the other day who wore me out. This person is the same age as I am, is in good health, just retired, and is ready to die. I haven't heard so much negative outlook from one person in a long time. 

I tried to encourage him to try something new like ballroom dancing, golf, fishing, or anything other than sitting and watching TV. To him, dancing was for sissies, golf was boring, fishing was too much work, and anything else I mentioned was also not a good idea.

 He hates the cold, but refuses to move south. Wants to be with his family, but never goes to see them. Doesn’t like to read, won’t try art, hates music, and generally doesn’t like to do anything.

This man isn’t depressed, he just is lazy. To him it is easier to complain about the problem than pursue a solution. 
The good thing about being with him was the ability to see what I never want to become. Life is good, how sad to waste it. Just Say’n.

Designed to make me insane

The brake light went out on my car the other day. No big deal, just needs a new bulb. When I open the trunk to replace the bulb, there is nothing indicating that a tail light even exists. No wires, no fixture, no holder, just a metal frame. I notice a couple screws in the frame, so I take them out. Now the frame drops down and reveals a plastic holder with wires attached.
Still no bulb.
I remove the plastic holder by detaching several wires and a small plastic clip that breaks as I remove it.
At last, some wires that run to what appears to be a bulb holder, but alas, no way to get to the bulb unless I unscrew the holder. 
One hour later I finally get the bulb out. In my trunk I now have about twenty different parts that all have to be reassembled. It is enough to make a grown man cry. What ever happened to simplicity? Just Say'n

Brrrrrrrrrrr

We have had a cold winter, for which I am not eternally grateful. 
 It is cold, cold, cold. I know there are very good reasons for seasonal weather changes, but I still don’t see the benefit to cold. 
I talk to some people who like the cold, and I guess that’s why we all are different.
People live in warm climates year round and don’t seem to be harmed by the lack of cold. 
I guess the people in places like Wisconsin, Alaska, and others find cold to be wonderful. 
Nevertheless, I am cheering for global warming. Just say’n.

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The answer for holiday stress

It’s that time of the year when the Mall’s are anxiety producing. I do holiday shopping in as few stores as possible, but I still end up with a headache. The anxiety starts early in the parking lot when you slowly drive your car, following a shopper laden with packages until they arrive at their car. Then you sit and glare at every car who might come close to your newly found parking spot.


Then, in every one of the stores we are bombarded with the music designed to make you want to throw up. From Regis Phillbin to the Chipmunks, we are entertained with thoughts of holiday cheer which are engineered to reflect insincerity.


However, in the midst of all this insanity, I discovered there is a hidden cure for holiday mania. It’s a secret that took some skill to unlock, but I will share it with you. Take a pen and write in large letters ‘STRESSED”. Now recopy the word starting from the D and moving back to the S. 
Behold the divine sign that will point in the direction of your survival. It is a gift from God. Follow what it says and you will have a wonderful time of the year. Just Say’n.
 P.S.  You can only follow this advise until January 1, then you have to go back to the diet. Till then, follow the sign with reckless abandon.

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.