February 25, 2021
“Life is short, and it is up to you to make it sweet.”
Sarah Louise Delany
I sometimes wonder if me and others have become so set in our ways that we forget to make sure we are who we want to be. I know I enjoy the folks who seem to always be working on making sure each of their days are as rewarding as possible.
I think the best way we can keep ourselves from slipping into the doldrums is to decide we are going to regularly strive to be the kind of person we would like to be. We just need to pay attention to what we do and how well we are doing it. It dosen’t hurt to take inventory once in awhile to make sure that we are not missing the opportunity to be all we can be. I believe the following article provides us items that should be on our personal checklist.
Recipe for forever
Gather all of the ingredients together, so that they are close at hand! Get a clean cloth and wipe the bowl clean of any lingering dust from the past.
Take maturity, respect and friendship, and stir gently.
Add unlimited amounts of compassion and kindness, and mix well.
To this, add caring by the handfuls and fold in trust.
Continue stirring gently, adding listening, honesty, and large amounts of communication.
Slip in some dreams, goals, and firm pieces of keeping promises.
Bake in a home filled with peace, beauty and serenity.
Before you taste the finished product, sprinkle liberally with patience, love, and a touch of spice.
Serve very hot, with imagination on the side.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
She said that:
- Men: know what they want to be doing five years down the road. Guys: are not sure what they want to be doing later tonight.
- Men: read Crichton, watch Rather, play golf. Guys: read King, play poker.
- Men: wear ties with stripes, shirts with buttons, and shoes with laces. Guys: wear high school T-shirts they’ve actually owned since high school.
- Men: think perfume (yours) is a turn-on. Guys: think sweat (theirs) is a turn-on.
- Men: balance their checkbooks. Guys: balance their loans so that they never hit up the same buddy twice in a row.
- Men: claim to be feminist but still insist on opening doors, driving, and paying for dinner. Guys: claim to be feminists so they can let YOU open doors, drive, and pay for dinner.
- Men: are afraid of becoming their fathers. Guys: are afraid of becoming men.
- Men: put you on the phone when their mothers call. Guys: pretend you’re not there when their moms call.
- Men: start their own businesses. Guys: quit their jobs.
- Men: order wine based on more than the price. Guys: bring their own beer.
I’m Destined for Greatness — I’m Just Pacing Myself
One of the Docs tells us:
During my surgical residency I was called out of a sound sleep to the emergency room. Unshaven and with tousled hair, I showed up with an equally unpresentable medical student. In the ER we encountered the on-call medical resident and his student, both neatly attired in clean white lab coats. The resident said to his student, “You can always tell the surgeons by their absolute disregard for appearance.”
Two evenings later, I was at a banquet when called to the ER to suture a minor laceration. I was stitching away – wearing a tuxedo – when I encountered that same medical resident. He looked at me, then said to his student, “Sure is sensitive to criticism, isn’t he?”
“Doc, I can’t stop singing ‘The green, green grass of home.'”
“That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome.”
“Is it common?”
“It’s not unusual.”
It was such a small town that we didn’t even have a village idiot. We had to take turns.
A elderly man from Minsk was having trouble getting on the train to Pinsk. His arms held at right angles to his body. The hands extending in front of him were separated by several inches of air.
Moishele, also traveling to Pinsk, helped the man on the train and kept an eye on him throughout the journey. The hands never moved, and on helping the man out of the carriage Moishele couldn’t resist asking what ailment the man must have for his arms being so rigid.
“Oh, nothing is wrong my boy. My wife wants a pair of shoes and this is her size.”
He said: “My wife thinks I put football before marriage, even though we just celebrated our third season together.”
The teacher said, “Now class, we know their are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, and 365 days in a year, so who can tell me how many seconds there are in a year?”
All the kids looked baffled by the question except Little Johnny, who raised his hand and waved it excitedly. The teacher said, “Johnny, how many seconds are there in a year?”
Little Johnny said, “Twelve . . . January second, February second, March second . . .”
I wouldn’t touch the Metric System with a 3.048m pole!
Unaware that Indianapolis is on Eastern Standard Time and Chicago on Central Standard Time, Bob inquired at the Indianapolis airport about a plane to Chicago.
“The next flight leaves at 1:00 p.m.,” a ticket agent said, “and arrives in Chicago at 1:01 p.m.”
“Would you repeat that, please?” Bob asked.
The agent did so and then inquired, “Do you want a reservation?”
“No,” said Bob, “But I think I’ll hang around and watch that thing take off.”
“Life doesn’t require that we be the best, only that we try our best.”
H. Jackson Brown Jr.
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