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Exasperated!
today, i was asked to be a go between the Japanese trainor and Filipino job trainees. a sort of translator. There were 2 Filipinas and one Filipino. the guy showed his enthusiasm and eagerness to work. At one point, the trainor asked the ladies if they'd like to write down some notes. With some air, they replied that they don't need to since they understand everything. Right after the explanation, there was a sort of test. And lo and behold, after the 30 minutes test the trainor check their papers. The guy got 96% while the girls got 44% and 54%. If they only have that bit of humility and more perseverance.
Asking The Right Questions
Some people have the talent to ask all the wrong questions and I have a habit of answering a question straight as it was asked.
My one window is about one meter from the neighbor’s fence and a few months ago he hollered across the fence asking me if I know the time. I said I don’t know what the time is. I heard him mumbling some abuse as he walked back into his home. The next day he would not greet me.
On the third day I tackled the bull by the horns and walked around to him, asking him what’s his beef with me. He said I refused to tell him the time.
“I did no such thing”, I said. “I answered your question very truthfully. I did not know the time. I suppose I could have looked on my watch, but that was not what you asked for.”
Then he saw the light. “Man, you knew what I meant”, he retorted.
“No”, I said. “I did not know what you meant. You asked the wrong question and now you are upset with me because I answered it correctly. Had you asked for the time, I would certainly have told you.”
He looked at me with a half-grin and said: “Man, you just want to talk shit again. Come inside, my beer is getting warm.” We sat there with a beer each and laughed about the incident.
But that is the way I am. I ask questions direct and to the point. Badly worded questions like “Do you know the time?”, May I ask your name?”, “What’s the time in there?” and the likes of it, will always get a shitty reply from me.
Only my mother could get away with ‘Do you know the time?’ It was not a question; it was a statement and it was always met with the same response. I would say “Yes mom” and head straight for bed. She did not tolerate my BS and even then I knew what was good for me.
May this day turn out wonderful.
My one window is about one meter from the neighbor’s fence and a few months ago he hollered across the fence asking me if I know the time. I said I don’t know what the time is. I heard him mumbling some abuse as he walked back into his home. The next day he would not greet me.
On the third day I tackled the bull by the horns and walked around to him, asking him what’s his beef with me. He said I refused to tell him the time.
“I did no such thing”, I said. “I answered your question very truthfully. I did not know the time. I suppose I could have looked on my watch, but that was not what you asked for.”
Then he saw the light. “Man, you knew what I meant”, he retorted.
“No”, I said. “I did not know what you meant. You asked the wrong question and now you are upset with me because I answered it correctly. Had you asked for the time, I would certainly have told you.”
He looked at me with a half-grin and said: “Man, you just want to talk shit again. Come inside, my beer is getting warm.” We sat there with a beer each and laughed about the incident.
But that is the way I am. I ask questions direct and to the point. Badly worded questions like “Do you know the time?”, May I ask your name?”, “What’s the time in there?” and the likes of it, will always get a shitty reply from me.
Only my mother could get away with ‘Do you know the time?’ It was not a question; it was a statement and it was always met with the same response. I would say “Yes mom” and head straight for bed. She did not tolerate my BS and even then I knew what was good for me.
May this day turn out wonderful.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
Have even think about how time flies. Time does fly so fast, you can't but help wonder the most wonderful life moments and memories. Especially how you felt when you were little. Going to school making friends while you learn and growing up. As a child growing up my favorite memory was playing on the school playground with my best friends. How I miss those days but we grow up and move on. So what do you like when you were growing up.
A Private Zoo?
Being in the first stages of winter, the spiders that decorated the granadilla plant outside my window are seeking shelter in my home again. As they eat flies, I did not mind too much.
Following closely on their heels, came the geckos. At first they were quite welcome as they kept the spider population in check. They multiplied in numbers so rapidly that it became a problem. I don’t like using poison so I’m thinking about introducing a few rats to curb their numbers.
But rats are prolific breeders and they are not likely to stick to a diet of geckos. To keep their numbers within acceptable levels, I will have to keep a few pythons. They love rats. Then I thought about getting a few iguanas. They eat snake eggs and that should prevent an explosion of the snake population. But what to do about the iguanas when they breed? I cannot expand the food chain indefinitely; my place is too small and I’m not likely to enjoy eating iguanas.
But it should be nice to have such a lot of exotic pets without having to feed them. Almost like having my own private zoo.
On second thoughts, a private zoo will be a bad idea. Going to the zoo will become an everyday event and I will be no longer be enjoying my visits to a certain on-line dating site.
One should be careful when visiting a zoo. They may not allow you to leave. But have a great day.
Following closely on their heels, came the geckos. At first they were quite welcome as they kept the spider population in check. They multiplied in numbers so rapidly that it became a problem. I don’t like using poison so I’m thinking about introducing a few rats to curb their numbers.
But rats are prolific breeders and they are not likely to stick to a diet of geckos. To keep their numbers within acceptable levels, I will have to keep a few pythons. They love rats. Then I thought about getting a few iguanas. They eat snake eggs and that should prevent an explosion of the snake population. But what to do about the iguanas when they breed? I cannot expand the food chain indefinitely; my place is too small and I’m not likely to enjoy eating iguanas.
But it should be nice to have such a lot of exotic pets without having to feed them. Almost like having my own private zoo.
On second thoughts, a private zoo will be a bad idea. Going to the zoo will become an everyday event and I will be no longer be enjoying my visits to a certain on-line dating site.
One should be careful when visiting a zoo. They may not allow you to leave. But have a great day.
What to do outside on a nice day?
Hello guys when it's sunny outside, what do you like to do very warm sunny day. It could be any activity that you like to do. What do you guy love to do outside?
Memorial Day
At the request of so many, I am reposting this message from years gone by. It has great meaning to me because I once received a tribute from a tontine, made long ago among my infantry class. I had noticed the passage of a number of them. Some in combat, some due to training accidents and one suicide, but on that afternoon I received a package from the lawyers with the bottle of bourbon and the instructions we all had written to toast the memories of the fallen. Sadly, I am the only one left out of so many fine young men to them, in their memory I once again pay tribute.
As time marches on and another Memorial day is upon us, those of us that have served our country are reminded of so many that never returned home as they left. We celebrate with cook outs, parades, many memorials and wishes of thanks and appreciation for so many that have made it home. It is easy to give thanks for all that we have and speak of the benefits of freedom, democracy, and all that America means to each of us.
Today’s military, being all voluntary, has somehow changed the way that we Americans see our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines. With no draft, only those that are willing to serve, do so. When one is lost there is the vague reminder that in this voluntary military, only those that wanted to be there, went there. Perhaps it is that which all too often distances the folks back home from the fact that there is a war going on and Americans are still dieing in faraway places. Still, the war manages to reach us now and then when a home town boy or girl is a casualty. We are in awe of the technology and bask in the glory when we are successful of vanquishing those that are the worst of the worst of our enemies.
The value of American life is something that one cannot truly and fully appreciate until you leave the boarders of this continent and see what life is like in some of these faraway places. For many that return, there are wounds and suffering that go far beyond the physical and linger for decades to come. In many cases, it changes the person so profoundly that many are never nearly the same as they were. In that comes a growth and maturity that cannot be matched by anything else. It’s not brag, just a simple fact.
It is not enough to simply say “thank you for your service”, although it is a nice sentiment that some of our veterans from past wars have only heard in this past decade. Thanking every veteran must go beyond the obvious. There are little things we can all do to help. Each of us owes a debt that cannot ever be fully repaid, but still it is up to us to do what we can. Teaching our children, friends, neighbors and everyone within reach just what the value of such sacrifices is the best start. Helping them to understand that these brave folks deserve a lot more than a thank you, they deserve our most profound respect, appreciation, encouragement and assistance every day of our lives for the rest of our lives.
And for my fellow veterans, remember that those around us cannot fully understand what we endured and survived. Don’t be afraid to share your stories. As painful as they can be to recall and relive, we owe it to our fallen comrades to keep their memories and their sacrifices alive so the next generation that is called upon to serve will understand why and just how important their courage and determination is to this American way of life.
All gave some and some gave all. We did so knowingly and willingly and only ask that each and every citizen will remember the reasons for the sacrifice. We ask all to work hard, help each other so we might all prosper and make our deeds worth something. In the words of our brothers in the Marine Corp who state it better than anyone else, “Semper fidelis”!
As time marches on and another Memorial day is upon us, those of us that have served our country are reminded of so many that never returned home as they left. We celebrate with cook outs, parades, many memorials and wishes of thanks and appreciation for so many that have made it home. It is easy to give thanks for all that we have and speak of the benefits of freedom, democracy, and all that America means to each of us.
Today’s military, being all voluntary, has somehow changed the way that we Americans see our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines. With no draft, only those that are willing to serve, do so. When one is lost there is the vague reminder that in this voluntary military, only those that wanted to be there, went there. Perhaps it is that which all too often distances the folks back home from the fact that there is a war going on and Americans are still dieing in faraway places. Still, the war manages to reach us now and then when a home town boy or girl is a casualty. We are in awe of the technology and bask in the glory when we are successful of vanquishing those that are the worst of the worst of our enemies.
The value of American life is something that one cannot truly and fully appreciate until you leave the boarders of this continent and see what life is like in some of these faraway places. For many that return, there are wounds and suffering that go far beyond the physical and linger for decades to come. In many cases, it changes the person so profoundly that many are never nearly the same as they were. In that comes a growth and maturity that cannot be matched by anything else. It’s not brag, just a simple fact.
It is not enough to simply say “thank you for your service”, although it is a nice sentiment that some of our veterans from past wars have only heard in this past decade. Thanking every veteran must go beyond the obvious. There are little things we can all do to help. Each of us owes a debt that cannot ever be fully repaid, but still it is up to us to do what we can. Teaching our children, friends, neighbors and everyone within reach just what the value of such sacrifices is the best start. Helping them to understand that these brave folks deserve a lot more than a thank you, they deserve our most profound respect, appreciation, encouragement and assistance every day of our lives for the rest of our lives.
And for my fellow veterans, remember that those around us cannot fully understand what we endured and survived. Don’t be afraid to share your stories. As painful as they can be to recall and relive, we owe it to our fallen comrades to keep their memories and their sacrifices alive so the next generation that is called upon to serve will understand why and just how important their courage and determination is to this American way of life.
All gave some and some gave all. We did so knowingly and willingly and only ask that each and every citizen will remember the reasons for the sacrifice. We ask all to work hard, help each other so we might all prosper and make our deeds worth something. In the words of our brothers in the Marine Corp who state it better than anyone else, “Semper fidelis”!
I deal mate??
A woman wants a man who protect her like a daughter.Love her like a wife and Respect her like his mother.
What do you like to do in the summer
Well summer almost here in the USA and it already feels like it, it's hot and warm outside. It's great to enjoy the hot and warm days of summer. Even when it's too hot, everyone needs to cool off right guys lol anyway long story short what do you do in the most hottest season. Happy summer to all!
When your neighborhood starts to change for worse.
My neighborhood is starting to change and I am beginning to hate my neighbors and I am beginning to hate where I live. Probably in a couple of years, I will have to move to go and live somewhere else if things don't start to improve in my neighborhood. I know that no one is perfect but still, they can try to change for the better if they really want to.
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