Snow in Georgia...Not the Russian one....The Peach One..

So this huge storm hits on Sunday night a couple of weeks ago and everyone in a three state radius knew it was coming. And there was not a damn thing we could do about it. Just wait and wonder how big it would be and how long it would last. Kind of like a sorority girl on ....never mind that. It started me thinking about how little we actually control in life. And I think I have it narrowed down to one thing we have complete control over. One and only one. How can that be?


The two biggest events in our life are our birth and our death. And we have no control over either one. So if we have no control over the two most important things it seems that we wouldn't have any say over the rest of it. You can say you won't leave the house today and it can burn down and chase you into the street. You think you can control what you eat and drink? Not always. People in hospital beds with a tube down their throat feeding them dinner probably didn't wake up that morning expecting or planning that. So what is the one thing? Think about it.



That is the answer. What you decide to put into your head is the only thing you control. What happens to you during the day can be fairly random. Circumstances are almost always beyond your control. But how you choose to interpret them is your call. You cannot decide to win the lottery but you can choose to be happy about. Or mad because you had to split it with the third shift down at the local plant. That one is easy. The tougher the event, the tougher it is to put the right thought in your head. You find a twenty dollar bill. You are happy. You see a story on the nightly news about a family whose power has been turned off. You are sad. You try to donate the twenty dollars to the family but they cannot be reached because the phone is now shut off. You are sad and mad. You finally reach the family and give them the twenty dollars and the mother tells you that will make up for the twenty she lost going to pay the power bill. In the same parking lot you found it. Now how do feel?



I know that's a tough one. But the point is whatever you feel is what you choose to feel. Some will feel good, some bad and some relieved. Others will fell guilty. But everyone gets to choose. Nobody gets to put the thoughts in your head. So my humble advice would be to guard your thoughts. Don't let other people tell you how you feel. Or that your feelings aren't valid. And remember that if you get a choice for all your thoughts, you can choose positive over negative. Every time if you want. It's your choice. To quote the old knight watching over the cup that Christ drank out of in the Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom movie, "Choose wisely".



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Never judge a man till you have walked in his clown shoes.

For those who know me well will certainly attest I have always been a fashion disaster. If it is possible to wear something that has either gone out of style or was never in style, I own it. Last evening we decided to go to see Secretariat. That was the easy part. Because I quit smoking in August the clothes that normally would be in the rotation are not. 25 extra pounds of sexy blubber has made it difficult if not impossible to get into my regular blue jeans. I did manage to find a pair that actually slipped over my new found belly without sucking in so hard to button them that the buttons on my shirt started popping. Even when I attempted simple tasks such has walking and sitting the pain and loss of blood flow wasn't to extreme.

Just to make sure the look I was throwing down would turn a few heads I wore my best sneakers. The problem was the jeans went out of style sometime in the 90's. They fit tight right at the ankles which managed to make my size 11 shoe look like a pair of clown shoes. If I had a bow tie that would squirt water it would have been perfect. We rode to the movies in a tiny little car and 16 of us got out. Not really, but with the jeans and shoes I could have made it work.

When we were walking up to get the tickets a homeless dude looked at me and shook his head. He asked if I needed some clothes. I laughed and stole two wheels off his shopping cart. Take that cardboard mayor! Does he think just because he is destitute that he gets to call me out on my duds? Fact of the matter is he was better dressed than I was and I didn't mind. That may be the real issue here. If you do not care about wearing clown shoes it's not you who is embarrassed. So I will now turn my attention to more important matters. In the last two days I have written about religion and fashion. The only thing I know less about is successful relationships with women. That will be next.





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