Saturday, March 23, 2013

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish someone had given me the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    Any blame should rest on me and me alone.



I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem
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Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.

Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.

Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!



                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    But, I’m afraid they’ll have to stand up on their own.

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.
Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.
Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.
There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.
Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish someone had given me the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    Any blame for those mistakes should be my own.

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.

Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.

Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.

Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish someone had given me the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    Any blame should be on me and me alone.

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.

Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.

Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.

Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish someone had given me the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    Any blame should be on me and me alone.

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?
I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.
Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.
Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.
There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.
Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish someone had given me the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    But, the blame should fall on me and me alone
                                                  

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.

Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.

Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.

Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish I had been given all the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    The blame belongs to me and me alone.                                            

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem. 

Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them .
Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it. 

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.
  
Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Sharing My Story


                                                    I wish I had been given all the answers
                                                    The questions seemed to show up on their own
                                                    I wish I could go back and change my actions
                                                    But, I’m afraid they’ll have to stand up on their own.

I can remember countless times when I would jump up from the couch and start yelling at the TV screen. I would tell the actors not to go in a place that obviously held danger for them. I would tell them to turn around and look because someone was following them. All of these things were easy for me to see, so why were they so blind?

I would love to have a penny for every time I could have told Gilligan how to get off of the island. After all, if you have a friend who is a professor and can make a short wave radio out of coconuts, I don’t see a problem.

Soon, I will have the opportunity to become the one whose actions will be second guessed. People will ask me why I didn’t do this or didn’t do that to get myself out of a difficult situation. It will be my turn to play Gilligan and I’m not sure I will have a good answer for them.

Jane has done an amazing job of putting my thoughts and ramblings onto paper. I would never have attempted this project with anyone else. I could never have opened up to anyone else like I could to my sister. But, the time has come to share my story with anyone who is interested enough to take the time to read it.

There are some books that are meant to be strictly for entertainment. There are others that are written to teach lessons. Hopefully, Jane and I have been able to give you the best of both worlds. I was honest when talking about decisions I have made in my life. Some were good and some could have been much better. Hindsight has always been 20-20.

Jane and I hope that you enjoy reading Mr. Joe. It has been a six year labor of love!

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Do-It-Yourself?



                                                            I wish that I could put this thing together.
                                                            Why can’t I make these stupid pieces fit?
                                                            The pamphlet says that any child can do it.
                                                            Well, this adult is just about to quit.

There are three words that I have learned to not take lightly. They are “Partial assembly required”. You know you are in trouble when the first thing to fall out of the box upon being opened is a bag of various size screws. While I do possess the ability to learn, I am not by any stretch of the imagination mechanically minded. That will never be more evident than this coming weekend when I will be one of the few who do not have to set their clocks. They don’t need to spring forward because I never could figure how to make them fall back.

I have learned to be very careful when I take the parts out of boxes. It’s hard enough to put these things together when you have all the pieces. It only takes one part rolling under the couch or off the dining room table to send you into a mental meltdown. And why do they assume that you can tell which screw is 5/8” and which one is3/4” without measuring them. These things don’t come easy to everyone. And what’s the reason for the 9/16” screws? Would the other sizes not work at all?

A few years back my son and I bought a very nice swing set for the grandkids. It had a slide, a couple of swings and a small clubhouse for the kids to play in. The clubhouse was on an upper level with a wooden deck and a safety railing around it. According to what was written on the outside of the box, one person could put this together in 6-8 hours
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I believe that we started this project on a Sunday. It was completed on Tuesday afternoon and that was due to a friend of my son’s having mechanical ability, power tools, and a big heart. Sometimes we take on more than we can handle because we want to give of ourselves. Seeing the kids laughing and playing on the swings was all the reward we could have asked for.

I believe that being able to ask for another’s help is a good thing. No one knows everything, but each of us knows something. Each of us has a talent and the world is better off because of this. Don’t ever let pride get in the way of learning something new. That would be a big mistake.
 





                                                     
                                                      

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Which Way Do We Go?


                                                                I don’t know which direction I am going
                                                                And not sure of the exit I should take
                                                                Please help me find my final destination
                                                                In spite of all the wrong turns that I make



There was a pilot in the 1930’s named Douglas Colligan. He was given the nickname Wrong way Colligan after landing in Ireland to “complete” one of his scheduled flights. Unfortunately the flight was intended to leave Brooklyn, New York and arrive at Long Beach, California. This was a man I could relate to.

Now, I’m no Professor of Genealogy, but he could have definitely been a long lost relative. I seem to be the only member of my family to be “directionally challenged”. The history books speak of a man named Horace Greeley. He is known for his famous quote; “Go west, young man”. I can only imagine the consequences had he said those words to me. We could all be speaking French Canadian as a first language.

We all could use some help every once in a while. Maybe that is why we have been blessed with “backseat drivers”. Even though they can be aggravating to some, I have learned to listen to them. Here are two things that I know for sure: 1.Some people have no sense of direction. 2. I am one of those people.

If there had ever been a club for backseat drivers, I think my grandmother could have been its president. She never had a driver’s license of her own, but never hesitated to advice anyone behind the wheel. There is a story that my sister told me many years ago. I don’t remember all of the facts, but it went something like this. They were driving through Pennsylvania when my grandmother asked her a question.

“Jane, why are you driving sixty-five when the speed limit is eighty”? “Eighty is the number of the interstate we are on, Grandmama. Sixty-five is the speed limit”, replied my sister.

Good intentions do not always insure good results and some things should be left unsaid. There is a fine line between being a help and being a hindrance in this circumstance. My advice is to tread lightly until you know your driver well.