I Love Sports! Let's get that straight to begin. There is only one sports event that I can truthfully say I do not like and that is boxing which seems more like abuse to me than a sports event.
I hail from a family (of males particularly) whose interest and participation in sports goes back some generations. Growing up I probably heard the broadcasts of more sports events than I really wanted ( given a choice) but my Dad loved them. Thus, we all got a strong dose. Whether it took or not is the question. This partially explains my initial statement. My father played semi-pro baseball and my brother played professional baseball for some seasons.
Having said these things, I am now about to write about "sports fanism"or fanaticism that I really do not get! I live (now) in a state where being a fan of a particular college team goes to all extremes emotionally. Folks here are "crazy blind" to put it mildly. They seem to wear blinders as it pertains to devotion to certain teams. Sometimes I think they are nuts and seem to enjoy being that way --- no common sense at all.
Perhaps I am the crazy, stupid one and just do not get it at all but somehow I came through life to this ripe old age believing that this kind of sports devotion was reserved for institutions you attended (completed course work) or from which you held a degree! My "newer state specific" sports education has instructed me ( by association and observation) that I am so out in left field in my core beliefs that I am just all WET !!
Then again, I suppose this is how schools make their dollars -- multi millions of those. Getting a strong following of people in and out of your state (educated by your institution or not) is the key to being able to build strong teams by giving schools the revenue needed to recruit the top high school athletes to their programs, thus being able to have the advantage in marketing a competitive product, i.e., winning team, each year. So fans go crazy, get warped minds, donate millions of dollars, create enemies, and generally say stupid things and act dumb!
Having pondered this craziness and living among these "fruitcakes" hasn't really changed my own affinity for always pulling for the underdog ----AND from watching and following ALL college sports programs and appreciating when they have great talent, and good years. I also enjoy watching golf and tennis, some soccer, and all BYU sports! Go Cougars!! Rise and Shout! Guess I am warped, too!
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Hating On Winter
I hate winter! I have been hating on winter for as long as I can remember. All of my life I have viewed winter through this same lens and with this same perspective. I can think of a myriad of reasons why I feel this way.
Certainly pictures of landscapes covered with the whiteness snow brings present a peaceful picture. Not to mention the activities folks can only enjoy when a sled is drawn or sliding through the slickness snow brings to the surfaces in its path. There is sledding, skiing, snowshoeing, skating and any number of activities people engage in that are fun which need that white icy stuff.
But I guess I have seen and felt too many of the hardships it also inflicts to enjoy any of its pleasures. I recall having been almost frostbitten as I waited for a delayed ride (from work) as the snow and wind blew mightily and the temperatures continued to drop. I was petrified that I would never make it home.
As a child I lived in the area of the Appalachian Mountains which are covered largely by deciduous trees. As fall arrived trees received that signal to discontinue the growth of leaves and down they came leaving behind bare brown trees without their clothes -- leaves!! They always looked so dreadful to me all bare and lifeless just standing there. And then came the snow that took forever to melt and got dirtier and dirtier day by day until what seemed like Fourth of July before it melted. The ground became mushy and dirtied your shoes as it was difficult to find a place to step as you tried to walk. In those days sidewalks were few and far between unless you lived right in the middle of a little town.
The best thing I can think about winter and cold weather is ----that it is followed by Spring and then Summer. Guess there really is a light behind every cloud after all.*
* This post was largely written in February of 2015!
Certainly pictures of landscapes covered with the whiteness snow brings present a peaceful picture. Not to mention the activities folks can only enjoy when a sled is drawn or sliding through the slickness snow brings to the surfaces in its path. There is sledding, skiing, snowshoeing, skating and any number of activities people engage in that are fun which need that white icy stuff.
But I guess I have seen and felt too many of the hardships it also inflicts to enjoy any of its pleasures. I recall having been almost frostbitten as I waited for a delayed ride (from work) as the snow and wind blew mightily and the temperatures continued to drop. I was petrified that I would never make it home.
As a child I lived in the area of the Appalachian Mountains which are covered largely by deciduous trees. As fall arrived trees received that signal to discontinue the growth of leaves and down they came leaving behind bare brown trees without their clothes -- leaves!! They always looked so dreadful to me all bare and lifeless just standing there. And then came the snow that took forever to melt and got dirtier and dirtier day by day until what seemed like Fourth of July before it melted. The ground became mushy and dirtied your shoes as it was difficult to find a place to step as you tried to walk. In those days sidewalks were few and far between unless you lived right in the middle of a little town.
The best thing I can think about winter and cold weather is ----that it is followed by Spring and then Summer. Guess there really is a light behind every cloud after all.*
* This post was largely written in February of 2015!
Remembering Denver (Harpers and Deavers)
One year ago today the last of the children of Thurman and Alice Davis Harper left this good earth to join his parents and other siblings plus his dearly beloved Lucille, and two of their children, Ricky and Nancy. Since that time I have often thought of that great reunion for the Harper Family. In my mind's eye it was a reunion beyond description. Within a month of Denver's departure the husband of his only sister, Jimmy Deaver, (known to some as Jesse) also joined the family as well as the Deaver Clan. One can only imagine how this reunion went when these former residents of the sandy soils of eastern North Carolina met together after a time of separation.
Although my acquaintance with some of those involved in these families is non-existent being a part of these families through marriage and having known those who loved and remembered them helps one feel as though I know them through family ties.
I miss Denver just as I miss his brother Ken who was my husband. Not a day goes by that I do not spend some time remembering Ken and regretting that I cannot speak to him.....or just missing him. his golden voice, and beautiful spirit and demeanor.
I am certain those left in Denver's earthly family feel much the same today and on many others.
Although my acquaintance with some of those involved in these families is non-existent being a part of these families through marriage and having known those who loved and remembered them helps one feel as though I know them through family ties.
I miss Denver just as I miss his brother Ken who was my husband. Not a day goes by that I do not spend some time remembering Ken and regretting that I cannot speak to him.....or just missing him. his golden voice, and beautiful spirit and demeanor.
I am certain those left in Denver's earthly family feel much the same today and on many others.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Humility
Credit to Mormon Tabernacle Choir Broadcast
This Week's Broadcast
January 10, 2016 | Broadcast Number 4504
“The Power of Humility”
The world in which we live is fiercely competitive—some would even say ruthless. The pressure to succeed, to get ahead, leads many to be aggressive, dominating, overpowering. And succeed they often do—in a sense. But there’s a different, even a better way to live and to succeed. It is, in a word, humility.
Of course, humility is not a new idea, but it is getting renewed attention in—of all places—the hard-hitting business world. Recently several large, successful corporations have begun to prize humble leaders over the brash, overbearing kind. Humble leaders, they’ve found, “listen well, admit mistakes, and share the limelight.”1 They have helping hearts; they encourage teamwork and promote collaboration. They see themselves not as kings who issue orders but as coworkers in a worthwhile endeavor. Humble leaders see themselves authentically, with both strengths and weaknesses, and they recognize that leading others and serving them are not mutually exclusive efforts. One can be visionary and relentless, with the mind of a leader, and still be humble and teachable, with the heart of a servant.
Company executives are finding that when they hire leaders who are humble and eager to improve, the entire company benefits. A culture of humility and cooperation spreads throughout the workforce, bringing out the best in everyone.
But the humility must be sincere. In some ways, false modesty is worse than bold-faced arrogance because it is deceptive. By contrast, genuine humility comes from seeing things as they really are—recognizing that no one is superior to another, that we are each learning and growing as we go along. Some may be more gifted or talented, some may have had greater opportunities and more doors opened to them, but all have something to offer. All are worthy of dignity and respect.
If this attitude can improve the corporate world, think about what it could do for our interactions in our homes and communities. Imagine what might happen if we listened a little better, admitted our errors, and stopped worrying about who gets credit. Humility just may be the key that unlocks the door to improved relations, stronger organizations, and happier lives.
1. Joann S. Lublin, “The Case for Humble Executives,” Wall Street Journal, Oct. 20, 2015.
This Week's Broadcast
January 10, 2016 | Broadcast Number 4504
“The Power of Humility”
The world in which we live is fiercely competitive—some would even say ruthless. The pressure to succeed, to get ahead, leads many to be aggressive, dominating, overpowering. And succeed they often do—in a sense. But there’s a different, even a better way to live and to succeed. It is, in a word, humility.
Of course, humility is not a new idea, but it is getting renewed attention in—of all places—the hard-hitting business world. Recently several large, successful corporations have begun to prize humble leaders over the brash, overbearing kind. Humble leaders, they’ve found, “listen well, admit mistakes, and share the limelight.”1 They have helping hearts; they encourage teamwork and promote collaboration. They see themselves not as kings who issue orders but as coworkers in a worthwhile endeavor. Humble leaders see themselves authentically, with both strengths and weaknesses, and they recognize that leading others and serving them are not mutually exclusive efforts. One can be visionary and relentless, with the mind of a leader, and still be humble and teachable, with the heart of a servant.
Company executives are finding that when they hire leaders who are humble and eager to improve, the entire company benefits. A culture of humility and cooperation spreads throughout the workforce, bringing out the best in everyone.
But the humility must be sincere. In some ways, false modesty is worse than bold-faced arrogance because it is deceptive. By contrast, genuine humility comes from seeing things as they really are—recognizing that no one is superior to another, that we are each learning and growing as we go along. Some may be more gifted or talented, some may have had greater opportunities and more doors opened to them, but all have something to offer. All are worthy of dignity and respect.
If this attitude can improve the corporate world, think about what it could do for our interactions in our homes and communities. Imagine what might happen if we listened a little better, admitted our errors, and stopped worrying about who gets credit. Humility just may be the key that unlocks the door to improved relations, stronger organizations, and happier lives.
1. Joann S. Lublin, “The Case for Humble Executives,” Wall Street Journal, Oct. 20, 2015.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Does the Atonement Really Cover....
There are seasons of the year in my life when I find myself spending much thought on certain personal experiences that cause me pain. During these times I do much heavy soul-searching and often doubt myself and my own ability to repent of actions / behaviors which I would do differently if I could go back in time and know what I know in hindsight. The Fall is one of those times of the year due to happenings of which only I am aware. I found myself in this position this week. Doubting myself seriously.
My husband suffered from and subsequently seemingly lost his life to a vicious disease called Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. If you research it you will find it is caused by a prion invading the brain tissue. Thus, it becomes a brain wasting disease for which there is no cure by the time it can be diagnosed. In his case as in most, I assume, symptoms do not make themselves manifest until it doesn't leave you much time to prepare, be aware, or deal.
As I saw symptoms in the beginning they were minor things which didn't make sense, so I didn't put two and two together, so to speak. As it rapidly progressed he started to tell me he wasn't sure the best way to get from point A to point B around town. While this caused me concern, I remember talking to him about problem solving and the best way to figure these things out while helping him to do so. And time passed. Rather than belabor my point and because it still causes me pain to go there, I will say no more about that at this time. By the way, the problem solving helps didn't work.
In order to shorten this post, I will simply say, as time passed it became truly frustrating that he could remember less and less and I found myself losing patience with him when I truly should not have. When you lose your patience you sometimes say things you wish you could take back and swallow. Finally, one day he hit a home run with me when his simple reply was, " I just can't help it. I can't remember these things."
I just can't help it! It dawned on me, the light came on! What was going on was beyond his control. No matter how many strategies he knew, no matter how smart he was or how many times he might have done something in prior times, he could not help that his memory was gone. It was beyond his control.
I spend many hours of regret wishing I could re-do these happenings and days -- wondering whether there is truly forgiveness in repentance for this on my part. Does the Atonement really cover and can he forgive me?
My husband suffered from and subsequently seemingly lost his life to a vicious disease called Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. If you research it you will find it is caused by a prion invading the brain tissue. Thus, it becomes a brain wasting disease for which there is no cure by the time it can be diagnosed. In his case as in most, I assume, symptoms do not make themselves manifest until it doesn't leave you much time to prepare, be aware, or deal.
As I saw symptoms in the beginning they were minor things which didn't make sense, so I didn't put two and two together, so to speak. As it rapidly progressed he started to tell me he wasn't sure the best way to get from point A to point B around town. While this caused me concern, I remember talking to him about problem solving and the best way to figure these things out while helping him to do so. And time passed. Rather than belabor my point and because it still causes me pain to go there, I will say no more about that at this time. By the way, the problem solving helps didn't work.
In order to shorten this post, I will simply say, as time passed it became truly frustrating that he could remember less and less and I found myself losing patience with him when I truly should not have. When you lose your patience you sometimes say things you wish you could take back and swallow. Finally, one day he hit a home run with me when his simple reply was, " I just can't help it. I can't remember these things."
I just can't help it! It dawned on me, the light came on! What was going on was beyond his control. No matter how many strategies he knew, no matter how smart he was or how many times he might have done something in prior times, he could not help that his memory was gone. It was beyond his control.
I spend many hours of regret wishing I could re-do these happenings and days -- wondering whether there is truly forgiveness in repentance for this on my part. Does the Atonement really cover and can he forgive me?
Thursday, September 10, 2015
That Season Called Fall and 'When The Frost Is On'......
So....once again I find myself crossing the threshold to fall of another year. Never has been my favorite time of the year even though I was born in the midst of the season and find many of its accompanying traits desirable. I am always reminded of one of my favorite poems, "When The Frost Is On The Pumpkin!" You know it goes like this -- maybe you didn't know--
"WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN"
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kind o' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here --
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin', and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock --
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries -- kind o' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The straw-stack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below -- the clover over-head, --
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don't know how to tell it -- but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me --
I'd want to 'commodate 'em -- all the whole-indurin' flock --
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
By James Whitcomb Riley
SO if I love poems such as this so much, why is it that I don't always enjoy Fall as much. Could have something to do with these allergies to grass and ragweed that make me itch from head to toe for a while. Naw, I don't really believe that is it! I think it is probably because I detest Winter so much and I know it is in the wings and cannot let myself live in the moment. Isn't that stupid; but that is the way I rock.
I guess the best way I can handle this whole situation is to enjoy each moment and to remember that joy cometh in the morning! Er,...or is that joy cometh beyond the season of 'ole man Winter!
"WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN"
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kind o' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here --
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin', and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock --
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries -- kind o' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The straw-stack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below -- the clover over-head, --
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don't know how to tell it -- but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me --
I'd want to 'commodate 'em -- all the whole-indurin' flock --
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
By James Whitcomb Riley
SO if I love poems such as this so much, why is it that I don't always enjoy Fall as much. Could have something to do with these allergies to grass and ragweed that make me itch from head to toe for a while. Naw, I don't really believe that is it! I think it is probably because I detest Winter so much and I know it is in the wings and cannot let myself live in the moment. Isn't that stupid; but that is the way I rock.
I guess the best way I can handle this whole situation is to enjoy each moment and to remember that joy cometh in the morning! Er,...or is that joy cometh beyond the season of 'ole man Winter!
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
More on Washers and Jewelry
It has been quite a time since I wrote on this blog. Looking back, I would say I am more apt to write in the winter when I am bored to tears and hating on cold weather, like only I can do! Could you even remember back when I last wrote about washers and then added a tidbit about jewelry at the end. Only I could not forget. This is the update.
As I promised in the last entry I did wind up putting that washer "out to pasture," so to speak. Probably for some, the washer is just fine For me, the washer was not a fit. So what am I out in that I have sold the washer for less than half of its worth and acquired another which cost several hundred dollars more. Just dollars and cents. Does the new one perform to my expectations? It has. Am I satisfied with it? Yes.
So what is the issue??
The issue continues to be one of the government deciding that washers are water wasters and they (government officials) need to regulate how they are engineered. So...the industry attempted to improve on the method by which our clothes are washed. The product was a new method of washing--- that of forcing water through the clothes rather that agitating them as had been done previously. Personally, I prefer the cleanliness brought about by agitating the clothing to remove soils and oil. Do I find that the amount of water is less in a machine with the impeller type cleaning? No, not as witnessed by my water bills. Do I still feel that my clothing is cleaner in an agitator machine? I do.
As for my ideas about jewelry and wearing "stuff" that looks and feels like logging chains around your neck, nothing has changed. It is what it is! However, that type costume jewelry does fill the open space left by low cut necklines.
That is it for today and my update.
As I promised in the last entry I did wind up putting that washer "out to pasture," so to speak. Probably for some, the washer is just fine For me, the washer was not a fit. So what am I out in that I have sold the washer for less than half of its worth and acquired another which cost several hundred dollars more. Just dollars and cents. Does the new one perform to my expectations? It has. Am I satisfied with it? Yes.
So what is the issue??
The issue continues to be one of the government deciding that washers are water wasters and they (government officials) need to regulate how they are engineered. So...the industry attempted to improve on the method by which our clothes are washed. The product was a new method of washing--- that of forcing water through the clothes rather that agitating them as had been done previously. Personally, I prefer the cleanliness brought about by agitating the clothing to remove soils and oil. Do I find that the amount of water is less in a machine with the impeller type cleaning? No, not as witnessed by my water bills. Do I still feel that my clothing is cleaner in an agitator machine? I do.
As for my ideas about jewelry and wearing "stuff" that looks and feels like logging chains around your neck, nothing has changed. It is what it is! However, that type costume jewelry does fill the open space left by low cut necklines.
That is it for today and my update.
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