Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Seven Per Cent
According to a recent Gallup Poll - that's the number - 7% - of Americans "trust" Congress ... I find that believable ... how 'bout you? Let's re-phrase that down to an individual ... what that basically says is I almost never believe my member of congress ... for me that's true ... "my" congressman ... I don't believe him at all ... my senator one I believe over 70% of the time ... the other I believe 0% percent of the time ... what are your numbers?
Saturday, July 20, 2013
The Will To Fail
I was reading a Norman Vincent Peale book when I happened upon the phrase/concept "The Will To Fail". The following was retrieved from http://18mind.com/mind/wake_up_and_live_the_will_to_fail on 7/20/13 ... the video of the 1961 Katie Lee song was retrieved the same date on youtube and in about two and a half minutes, with humor, portrays and explains what the concept may look like in action ...
Furthermore, we first experience and then later turn to realize the process of growth in ourselves. The individual, emerges from childhood into adolescence, from adolescence into maturity; and at each of these crisis we find that the activities and interests of the old period are being replaced by those of the new, that Nature is preparing the organism for its new role in the world, is actually reconciling us to the new demands on us by showing us pleasures and rewards in the oncoming state which will replace those we must abandon.
The Will to Fail
December 28, 2008 by gus
FROM the disciples of Schopenhauer and Freud, of Nietzche and Adler, we have all become conversant with such phrases as the Will to Live and the Will to Power. These phrases, representing---sometimes to the verge of overstatement---drives of the organism towards fulfillment and growth, correspond to truths of experience with which each of us is familiar. We have seen children struggle to make themselves and their personalities felt; as young people we have contended for a chance to try our own emerging forces; after long illness we have felt the tide of returning strength in our veins. We know that any average man caught in unfortunate circumstances will put up with poverty, distress, humiliation with conditions which an onlooker will sometimes consider as much worse than death; and that only the presence of a will to continue living can account for the tenacity with which a man in such circumstances clings to the mere right to breathe and exist.
Furthermore, we first experience and then later turn to realize the process of growth in ourselves. The individual, emerges from childhood into adolescence, from adolescence into maturity; and at each of these crisis we find that the activities and interests of the old period are being replaced by those of the new, that Nature is preparing the organism for its new role in the world, is actually reconciling us to the new demands on us by showing us pleasures and rewards in the oncoming state which will replace those we must abandon.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Cookies
A Bag of Cookies
by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
with several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops,
bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be,
grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too;
when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other;
she snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude;
why didn't he even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat;
then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise;
there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
(From Glen Leverentz's "Glen's Story Corner" on Relevant Radio - www.relevantradio.com).
by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
with several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops,
bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be,
grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too;
when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other;
she snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude;
why didn't he even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat;
then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise;
there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
(From Glen Leverentz's "Glen's Story Corner" on Relevant Radio - www.relevantradio.com).
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Resolutions and Resolve
Did you make any resolutions?
Here's a story about a little boy and his dad.
Little boy says "Dad, there were three frogs sitting on a branch in a pond. One decides to jump off. How many are left?"
The father thinks for a moment and says "Two".
The little boy frowns.
"No, you're not listening," he says, "there are three frogs on a branch in a pond, one decides to jump off ... how many are left?"
The father thinks for a moment and smiles, "Oh, I get it. If one jumps off they all fall off ... so zero are left".
The little boy shakes his head, "No," he says "there are three left ... the one only decided, he didn't actually do it".
To what have you resolved?
Here's a story about a little boy and his dad.
Little boy says "Dad, there were three frogs sitting on a branch in a pond. One decides to jump off. How many are left?"
The father thinks for a moment and says "Two".
The little boy frowns.
"No, you're not listening," he says, "there are three frogs on a branch in a pond, one decides to jump off ... how many are left?"
The father thinks for a moment and smiles, "Oh, I get it. If one jumps off they all fall off ... so zero are left".
The little boy shakes his head, "No," he says "there are three left ... the one only decided, he didn't actually do it".
To what have you resolved?
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