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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
What Are You Doing?
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What is a Cause? What is the Church's Cause? What is a Christian's Cause? Do you have a Cause? Should you have a Cause? What is my Cause?
I've heard it all. It's too late. It's messy out there. It's all over. Tolerate. Love. Accept what is to be. Don't condone. Everything will be all right. To each his own. Forget. Forgive. Live your own life. Mind your business. It is what it is. Whatever will be will be. Moderate. Pray. See no evil. Don't get involved. They will have to answer to him. See no evil. Look the other way. Hear no evil. Tune it out. The end is near. Praise the Lord!
You know, most of us (at least the people I associate with), do a pretty good job following God's way. At least within the circle of those close to and around us. We love and care for these people. We teach them and learn from them. We help them and they help us. We go to church. We support the church. We tithe what we believe is appropriate. Some teach Sunday School, or are part of the ministry, or sing in the choir, or help with maintenance. And most within the church are one big happy family.
If you have a Cause, is that it? Or you have a Cause, should it, or does it go beyond that?
Now, I know that most every one's church reaches out beyond their membership, and into the community to further God's way. And by supporting the church, we are actually supporting the community. But if we have a Cause, shouldn't it go further? As an individual, shouldn't we go further to advance God's way rather than leave it all up to the church?
Sometimes, I see so many people go to church every week, pray, sing songs, tithe, and shake hands. It's like a huddle. Everyone gathers around in a huddle and a plan is developed. But once the plan is final, most everyone splits before the plan is ever executed, leaving things to the church. Imagine a football huddle where the next play is chosen, but most of the players return to the bench only to have the three most dedicated players run the play. A destined failure, I think.
I believe that each one of us, individually, should have a Cause. To be an activist for God's way. To do what is right, and to stop what is wrong. In other words, if you discover someone in need, and you are in a position to help, why not help? What take it to the church huddle for help? It will likely be too late by then anyway.
So, I ask what are you doing? Find a Cause. It's not too late. God's world is not a ghetto, yet. It doesn't have to be the way it is. Change is possible. You don't have to tolerate that which is immoral and unethical. Get involved and advance your Cause.
To not do so, is failure. And like the Jews of before, the Christians will also suffer that fate.
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What is a Cause? What is the Church's Cause? What is a Christian's Cause? Do you have a Cause? Should you have a Cause? What is my Cause?
I've heard it all. It's too late. It's messy out there. It's all over. Tolerate. Love. Accept what is to be. Don't condone. Everything will be all right. To each his own. Forget. Forgive. Live your own life. Mind your business. It is what it is. Whatever will be will be. Moderate. Pray. See no evil. Don't get involved. They will have to answer to him. See no evil. Look the other way. Hear no evil. Tune it out. The end is near. Praise the Lord!
You know, most of us (at least the people I associate with), do a pretty good job following God's way. At least within the circle of those close to and around us. We love and care for these people. We teach them and learn from them. We help them and they help us. We go to church. We support the church. We tithe what we believe is appropriate. Some teach Sunday School, or are part of the ministry, or sing in the choir, or help with maintenance. And most within the church are one big happy family.
If you have a Cause, is that it? Or you have a Cause, should it, or does it go beyond that?
Now, I know that most every one's church reaches out beyond their membership, and into the community to further God's way. And by supporting the church, we are actually supporting the community. But if we have a Cause, shouldn't it go further? As an individual, shouldn't we go further to advance God's way rather than leave it all up to the church?
Sometimes, I see so many people go to church every week, pray, sing songs, tithe, and shake hands. It's like a huddle. Everyone gathers around in a huddle and a plan is developed. But once the plan is final, most everyone splits before the plan is ever executed, leaving things to the church. Imagine a football huddle where the next play is chosen, but most of the players return to the bench only to have the three most dedicated players run the play. A destined failure, I think.
I believe that each one of us, individually, should have a Cause. To be an activist for God's way. To do what is right, and to stop what is wrong. In other words, if you discover someone in need, and you are in a position to help, why not help? What take it to the church huddle for help? It will likely be too late by then anyway.
So, I ask what are you doing? Find a Cause. It's not too late. God's world is not a ghetto, yet. It doesn't have to be the way it is. Change is possible. You don't have to tolerate that which is immoral and unethical. Get involved and advance your Cause.
To not do so, is failure. And like the Jews of before, the Christians will also suffer that fate.
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Friday, September 25, 2009
A Jewish Lesson
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Ok, this post is certainly not meant to offend anyone, but undoubtedly it will. Knowing that, I will go on with the post because the message is so very important.
Throughout written history, there have been no more of a submissive people than the Jew, and no more of a God loving people than the Jew. From the days of the Pharaohs 2500 years ago, to Hitler's attempted total extermination of the Jews 70 years ago, they Jews have been enslaved and persecuted.
Enslaved and persecuted only because they submitted to it. Yes, they submitted. And, I'll say it again - They submitted. Although they prayed to God for deliverance, they did little else to help themselves. Many will argue that there was nothing they could do. Baloney.
The Jews submitted to the Egyptians and built their cities and pyramids, while only a few guards were used to control thousands of Jews. They could have easily overtaken the guards and fled to freedom, but they submitted to them, and merely prayed that God would send a Savior. When that happened they refused to recognize the Saviour, and they continued to be persecuted.
While greater Europe remained in denial, Hitler rose. They hid their heads hoping and praying that he would just go away, but doing little else. They failed to respond until it was too late. One country fell after another and they cried for help.
And the Jews submitted to the Nazis. Thousands of Jews at a time arrived by train loads at the extermination camps the Nazi's had built, and submitted to the few guards that walked them into the death chambers. Many argue they didn't know what was about to happen, and there was nothing that they could do even if they did know. Baloney. Six Million Jews were slaughtered because they submitted. 100 against 1 is no fair fight even if the Nazi soldiers had machine guns.
But finally in 1947, the Jews stood firm against their oppression, and established their own country. And now look at what they accomplished, with God's help of course. A country with a mandatory military service that is known as a very fine fighting force. They are not a waring nation, but seek only to defend themselves against tyranny. And much of the time they go it alone without the help of anyone. There are now no prouder people than the Israelis.
Take note of this Jewish lesson folks. The Jews were nearly exterminated because they submitted to oppression for thousands of years. They merely prayed for help while they submitted to slavery and eventually extermination. They failed to recognized their eminent danger soon enough, and then failed to take the appropriate action to prevent their demise until it was too late.
Will that same fate come to America? We are losing the battle, and most of you readily admit it. America is in peril from the radicals of the world, from the radicals within, and from it's own government. But will we just pray about it and submit like the Jews? I'm all for prayer, but we can't just huddle in church every week while America crumbles. We must do more than pray.
Let's get it done!
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It is the Soldier
Who Salutes the Flag,
Who Serves beneath the Flag,
Whose Coffin is draped by the Flag,
But allows Protesters to burn the Flag.
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
Ok, this post is certainly not meant to offend anyone, but undoubtedly it will. Knowing that, I will go on with the post because the message is so very important.
Throughout written history, there have been no more of a submissive people than the Jew, and no more of a God loving people than the Jew. From the days of the Pharaohs 2500 years ago, to Hitler's attempted total extermination of the Jews 70 years ago, they Jews have been enslaved and persecuted.
Enslaved and persecuted only because they submitted to it. Yes, they submitted. And, I'll say it again - They submitted. Although they prayed to God for deliverance, they did little else to help themselves. Many will argue that there was nothing they could do. Baloney.
The Jews submitted to the Egyptians and built their cities and pyramids, while only a few guards were used to control thousands of Jews. They could have easily overtaken the guards and fled to freedom, but they submitted to them, and merely prayed that God would send a Savior. When that happened they refused to recognize the Saviour, and they continued to be persecuted.
While greater Europe remained in denial, Hitler rose. They hid their heads hoping and praying that he would just go away, but doing little else. They failed to respond until it was too late. One country fell after another and they cried for help.
And the Jews submitted to the Nazis. Thousands of Jews at a time arrived by train loads at the extermination camps the Nazi's had built, and submitted to the few guards that walked them into the death chambers. Many argue they didn't know what was about to happen, and there was nothing that they could do even if they did know. Baloney. Six Million Jews were slaughtered because they submitted. 100 against 1 is no fair fight even if the Nazi soldiers had machine guns.
But finally in 1947, the Jews stood firm against their oppression, and established their own country. And now look at what they accomplished, with God's help of course. A country with a mandatory military service that is known as a very fine fighting force. They are not a waring nation, but seek only to defend themselves against tyranny. And much of the time they go it alone without the help of anyone. There are now no prouder people than the Israelis.
Take note of this Jewish lesson folks. The Jews were nearly exterminated because they submitted to oppression for thousands of years. They merely prayed for help while they submitted to slavery and eventually extermination. They failed to recognized their eminent danger soon enough, and then failed to take the appropriate action to prevent their demise until it was too late.
Will that same fate come to America? We are losing the battle, and most of you readily admit it. America is in peril from the radicals of the world, from the radicals within, and from it's own government. But will we just pray about it and submit like the Jews? I'm all for prayer, but we can't just huddle in church every week while America crumbles. We must do more than pray.
Let's get it done!
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Amazing Small Talk
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I don't get it. I just visited two other blog sites. Now, I'm not into blasting other people's blogs, but this is just ridiculous.
One site encouraged smiling at someone to make their day better, and in so doing, it suggested that your day would be better in return. On another site, the question of the day was asking what mop would one buy her husband to make his job easier in the kitchen.
Here's the part I don't get. Each of these blogs got more responses (comments) than I do in my blog, although mine is filled with Thought Dock Wisdom about much more important subjects.
I guess it just goes to show how people turn away from life's tough decisions as an escape from the reality of truth.
Oh well. Congrats to the authors of those Small Talk blogs..
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As it is the Soldier,
Not the Campus Organizer,
That protects our Freedom to Demonstrate.
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
.I don't get it. I just visited two other blog sites. Now, I'm not into blasting other people's blogs, but this is just ridiculous.
One site encouraged smiling at someone to make their day better, and in so doing, it suggested that your day would be better in return. On another site, the question of the day was asking what mop would one buy her husband to make his job easier in the kitchen.
Here's the part I don't get. Each of these blogs got more responses (comments) than I do in my blog, although mine is filled with Thought Dock Wisdom about much more important subjects.
I guess it just goes to show how people turn away from life's tough decisions as an escape from the reality of truth.
Oh well. Congrats to the authors of those Small Talk blogs..
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I'm not yet Boiled
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And it is the Soldier,
Not the Poet,
That gives us Freedom of Speech.
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
.Geez, it's been in the mid 80's in this Central Oregon Coastal Community this past week. When you are used to mild 68-72 summertime weather, that's what Coloradoans call "boiling." We'll, I'm not yet boiled, at least not yet hard boiled, anyway.
Now, for those of you who complain about the summer heat in your town, come on up. That goes for Sista elder, who in addition to the average 100+ degree summer days of Inland Central California, her metabolism is out of sync, which then affects her core body temperature. She's a sweater.
And, it just so happens that the property right next door to us has been placed on the market. 200' of the Lake shoreline, over 1 acre, all utilities, and ready to build your dream home or simply place your favorite manufactured (they once were called trailers) home on. And, you'd be within a football field's length of the Thought Dock itself.
Whether you are distant or local, friend or relative, Texan, Coloradoan, Californian, or elsewhere, come on up! I'll put you up. But you have to be an Ultra Conservative Republican (UCR) because that is what we need to combat the Extremely Liberal Oregon Democrat (ELOD), who still wear tied died clothing and smoke their own home grown.
The Thought Dock only welcomes UCR's. Reserve your time now! The coming weekend is spoken for by the udda brudda, and Christmas is booked with half the grandchildren and their parents from Central Colorado, and our grand daughter from Southern California and her parents. But even so, I'll still take you in. Thanksgiving Day, or any other Day.
So bring your boots and fishing gear. Enjoy a vacation here, as I do every day, every year!
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Get Ready
For it is the Soldier,
Not the Reporter,
That guarantees us Freedom of the Press.
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
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Several years ago, President Bush, after not being able to find a diplomatic solution to Iran's nuclear program, began a plan to place interceptor missiles in Northern Europe, to defend against a missile attack from any rogue nation such as Iran, North Korea, or Egypt. Russia strongly opposed the plan.
Well, as soon as MacDaddy Obama, was elected by the ignorants of this Country, he was off shaking hands around the world. Not so much the hands of our friends and allies, but the hands of our greatest enemies. Hands like the Russians, Cubans, Egyptians, Iranians, Africans, and the Venezuelans, to name a few.
Now, the MacDaddy, without any concession from the communists, has ordered Bush's missile defense plan to be halted immediately! Cheers from our foes were immediately heard around the world. And, in the background, the cheers were actually laughter. Iran and North Korea continue the nuclear programs, leaving Israel little choice to do a first strike into Iran, as Iran threatens to blockade the straights and block oil distribution to the western world.
This is scary stuff folks; for if that happens it easily could escalate into another world war. Is that what MacDaddy Obama has in his plan? Could the MacDaddy be the Antichrist as so many people believe?
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Monday, September 21, 2009
Fearing Darkness
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It is the Soldier,
Not the Congress,
That takes care of Us.
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
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I find it incredible that words spoken 150 years ago are more pertinent now than then. It has been reported that Abraham Lincoln said this:
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.
Today, MacDaddy Obama and his Friends, stand against each one of these principles in their quest to socialize America. He promised change, and that is exactly what he is doing.
He now controls most of our banking, insurance, investment, auto, energy, and transportation. He has appointed his crooked, and sometimes convicted Chicago cronies as Czars of these entities to report back directly to him.
So, what's wrong with that? The MacDaddy is aligned fully in Chicago. All of his friends, mentors, and preachers are there. Chicago is corrupt. Always has been.
You buy police protection, pay your way out of fines and arrests, directly to the individual cop, or his bosses. You are forced by the labor unions to hire their people and pay their wages, or risk being burned down. Organized crime controls the City as it distributes pornography, narcotics, prostitution, and gambling freely upon the population. Seldom does an elected official serve a full term in office because his corruption is exposed and he quits only to be hired by the company he was getting the bribes from.
To most, Chicago is glamorous because the dark side is seldom seen. As is the MacDaddy. To most Americans, he still is seen as handsome, well educated, great speaker, and is thought of as America's Messiah. So it also was with Adolph Hitler, Saddam Hussein, Stalin, Fidel Castro, and every other rising tyrant of socialism and communism (there's not much difference in either). But when they emerge from their dark sides, it is often too late.
No one has a shadow in the darkness. Turn on your lights and force MacDaddy and his friends to reveal their shadows before it is too late. Light the way, all the way, to the Thought Dock.
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
I wonder if I have that?
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Have you ever noticed how many people have been diagnosed with Bipolar? How about ADT, ADHT, ED, Depression, or the like?
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Seems everyone fits into one of these, or other "Designer" diseases now days. And there are many more, and more added to the list every day. And for every one of these diseases, there always seems to be a medication to treat the disease. And those medications are really expensive. Every time I turn around, I hear of a new designer disease advertisement on television promoting a new medication. How odd that is. As soon as a new designer disease is discovered, so then is a medication.
Sometimes, I wonder whether the scientists and chemists create the medications first, and then find or create a disease that the medications will treat. Ever notice that cheap medications, like aspirin, no longer have a disease that they treat, yet some of the designer diseases are treated with medications containing aspirin, but costs thousands of times more?
I hope I'm wrong, because that would make treating diseases all about money.
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It is the Soldier
Not the President
Who gives us Democracy
Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC
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So, we were exploring the moon after blasting off from Earth (Grace and I playing an imagination game). I was the pilot and we were collecting things (mostly rocks) from the lunar surface to take back to Earth to study. It was then that I saw a Giant Monkey right there in our path. Actually it was a stuffed monkey hanging on the wall in her living room. Wanting to end the game, I told Grace that I was afraid of the Giant Monkey and that I wanted to go back to Earth. She said, "Don't be afraid. God will always protect you.".
Have you ever noticed how many people have been diagnosed with Bipolar? How about ADT, ADHT, ED, Depression, or the like?
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Seems everyone fits into one of these, or other "Designer" diseases now days. And there are many more, and more added to the list every day. And for every one of these diseases, there always seems to be a medication to treat the disease. And those medications are really expensive. Every time I turn around, I hear of a new designer disease advertisement on television promoting a new medication. How odd that is. As soon as a new designer disease is discovered, so then is a medication.
Sometimes, I wonder whether the scientists and chemists create the medications first, and then find or create a disease that the medications will treat. Ever notice that cheap medications, like aspirin, no longer have a disease that they treat, yet some of the designer diseases are treated with medications containing aspirin, but costs thousands of times more?
I hope I'm wrong, because that would make treating diseases all about money.
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Highlighting the Trip
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Following 3 nights along the 1200 miles of road, we arrived near the entrance to Estes National park and spent the afternoon with my eldest daughter, then the night at Wally's World, and then a few hours in the morning with our second grand daughter before leaving to visit our newest grand daughter.
After driving the comparatively short jaunt to the base of Pike's Peak, we arrived at our eldest son's pad to welcome his new daughter to the family. Spent about a week there, sightseeing, playing with the kids, and helping put the final touches to the new house they bought. Got to attend our grand son's 5th birthday party, complete with pizza, more kids, and one of those inflatable jumping houses.
Then back to the other side of the family. Visited with Pop, went to a high school football game where our firstborn grand daughter played a trumpet with the band. Met Stubby and tasted his pulled pork BBQ and sausage before buying several pounds of it for dinner. Yummy! Gave the eldest grand son a lesson or two about chess, and played a student with the most beautiful princess in the world our second 3 year old grand daughter playing the role of a school teacher. We collected and decorated rocks which we found in her yard. I drew an arrow with chalk on one rock and asked her what it was. She quickly replied, "That's the way. When ever you get lost, follow the arrow to God and He will keep you safe and show you the way." What a strong testimony of faith from such a young lady! Took our children to dinner for their wedding anniversary and her birthday. A Hoity Toity fondue place. Was tasty and quite fun.
And then headed home. Another 4 nights along the road over some of the most beautiful country in America. A total of 19 days and 3150 miles of pure fun and family. Thank you everyone!
I could write a book on the adventure, but that might be boring to some of my world-wide audience. So, I must get on with the Thoughts from the Dock.... Sumday Soon!
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Following 3 nights along the 1200 miles of road, we arrived near the entrance to Estes National park and spent the afternoon with my eldest daughter, then the night at Wally's World, and then a few hours in the morning with our second grand daughter before leaving to visit our newest grand daughter.
After driving the comparatively short jaunt to the base of Pike's Peak, we arrived at our eldest son's pad to welcome his new daughter to the family. Spent about a week there, sightseeing, playing with the kids, and helping put the final touches to the new house they bought. Got to attend our grand son's 5th birthday party, complete with pizza, more kids, and one of those inflatable jumping houses.
Then back to the other side of the family. Visited with Pop, went to a high school football game where our firstborn grand daughter played a trumpet with the band. Met Stubby and tasted his pulled pork BBQ and sausage before buying several pounds of it for dinner. Yummy! Gave the eldest grand son a lesson or two about chess, and played a student with the most beautiful princess in the world our second 3 year old grand daughter playing the role of a school teacher. We collected and decorated rocks which we found in her yard. I drew an arrow with chalk on one rock and asked her what it was. She quickly replied, "That's the way. When ever you get lost, follow the arrow to God and He will keep you safe and show you the way." What a strong testimony of faith from such a young lady! Took our children to dinner for their wedding anniversary and her birthday. A Hoity Toity fondue place. Was tasty and quite fun.
And then headed home. Another 4 nights along the road over some of the most beautiful country in America. A total of 19 days and 3150 miles of pure fun and family. Thank you everyone!
I could write a book on the adventure, but that might be boring to some of my world-wide audience. So, I must get on with the Thoughts from the Dock.... Sumday Soon!
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Friday, September 18, 2009
O..... Oregon!
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Last night we stayed in a State campground on the Columbia River about 65 miles east of Portland. Pretty place.. Pretty river. Totally green trees everywhere.
You know, I like green best. And after visiting every state north of Yellowstone and west of the Colorado River, I'm still stuck on Oregon. I think it must be because it's green, at least the western half.
And following the last 200 mile leg, we are are home! Gotta get some rest, and get re-adjusted to life at sea level. Haven't been much below 3000ft since leaving home. I know it's hard being a host, but it isn't much easier being the guest. Thank to our hosts theses past few weeks for putting up with us. It was a great trip because of You!
Thanks to all of you for being patient and continuing to send me all that important stuff that I've yet to digest. Then I'll have to fire up the Thought Dock. So in a few days, I'll be ready to feed you exactly what you need.
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Last night we stayed in a State campground on the Columbia River about 65 miles east of Portland. Pretty place.. Pretty river. Totally green trees everywhere.
You know, I like green best. And after visiting every state north of Yellowstone and west of the Colorado River, I'm still stuck on Oregon. I think it must be because it's green, at least the western half.
And following the last 200 mile leg, we are are home! Gotta get some rest, and get re-adjusted to life at sea level. Haven't been much below 3000ft since leaving home. I know it's hard being a host, but it isn't much easier being the guest. Thank to our hosts theses past few weeks for putting up with us. It was a great trip because of You!
Thanks to all of you for being patient and continuing to send me all that important stuff that I've yet to digest. Then I'll have to fire up the Thought Dock. So in a few days, I'll be ready to feed you exactly what you need.
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Alene's Heart
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What a pretty place this is.... Couer d' Alene, Idaho. A huge lake one voted by National Geographic as being as one of the five most beautiful lakes in America.
We arrived here yesterday afternoon, just in time for her birthday dinner at a floating restaurant on the Lake. We first got a campsite, and hooked up the Wheeled Manor. After getting two complementary drink tickets from the campground office, we walked the 3/4 mile trek to the marina for her birthday dinner. It was a Hoity Toity (as my brudda would say) kind of place and offered dishes that I'd never heard of. But it was American food.
Nickles had a seafood pasta in a white cream sauce, and I ordered a chicken dish that I can't spell or pronounce. It was chicken breasts rolled and stuffed with dried tomatoes then wrapped into a roll with a thin slice of ham, then broiled. Seems like an easy dish to prepare for a guest's dinner. And as was the fish pasta, it was yummy.
556 miles to the Thought Dock.
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What a pretty place this is.... Couer d' Alene, Idaho. A huge lake one voted by National Geographic as being as one of the five most beautiful lakes in America.
We arrived here yesterday afternoon, just in time for her birthday dinner at a floating restaurant on the Lake. We first got a campsite, and hooked up the Wheeled Manor. After getting two complementary drink tickets from the campground office, we walked the 3/4 mile trek to the marina for her birthday dinner. It was a Hoity Toity (as my brudda would say) kind of place and offered dishes that I'd never heard of. But it was American food.
Nickles had a seafood pasta in a white cream sauce, and I ordered a chicken dish that I can't spell or pronounce. It was chicken breasts rolled and stuffed with dried tomatoes then wrapped into a roll with a thin slice of ham, then broiled. Seems like an easy dish to prepare for a guest's dinner. And as was the fish pasta, it was yummy.
556 miles to the Thought Dock.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
What's 55?
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Boy, have we seen a variety of signs along our trail. Traffic signs, billboards, crosses along the shoulder, skywriters, and more. 75, 55, 45, 65, Slow, Curve, 60, Work Zone, Rest Area, and more.
But my favorite sign these last few days was 55, because that is exactly how old my spouse is today! My Life, My Wife, is having her birthday on the road. I wonder what we'll do to celebrate? I don't know. Maybe we'll stop somewhere exciting.
Yesterday, we visited Little Bighorn. That's were the Indians got the best of General Custer. He was trying to drive the Indians even further out of the States, so the White man could have all of Montana. I don't get it. There is nothing there, even now after 150 years. Nothing but Little Bighorn, at town of 1500. We saw the battle fields and went to the museum.
But no one ever explained just what is a Little Bighorn. Seems like it's contradicting itself. And, I would think it would be contradictory no matter what language it originated from.
I'm short on Wisdom these days being so far separated from the Thought Dock. And I can't follow Fox News as I should.
We are camping now. Go figure. Wifi here. Long way from the tent days of Those Days.
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Boy, have we seen a variety of signs along our trail. Traffic signs, billboards, crosses along the shoulder, skywriters, and more. 75, 55, 45, 65, Slow, Curve, 60, Work Zone, Rest Area, and more.
But my favorite sign these last few days was 55, because that is exactly how old my spouse is today! My Life, My Wife, is having her birthday on the road. I wonder what we'll do to celebrate? I don't know. Maybe we'll stop somewhere exciting.
Yesterday, we visited Little Bighorn. That's were the Indians got the best of General Custer. He was trying to drive the Indians even further out of the States, so the White man could have all of Montana. I don't get it. There is nothing there, even now after 150 years. Nothing but Little Bighorn, at town of 1500. We saw the battle fields and went to the museum.
But no one ever explained just what is a Little Bighorn. Seems like it's contradicting itself. And, I would think it would be contradictory no matter what language it originated from.
I'm short on Wisdom these days being so far separated from the Thought Dock. And I can't follow Fox News as I should.
We are camping now. Go figure. Wifi here. Long way from the tent days of Those Days.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tasting M&M Peanuts
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You know, I've probably eaten several hundred pounds of M&M candies over the years. And my favorite are the peanut ones. And my favorite way to eat a Peanut M&M is by just popping one in my mouth at a time and sucking through the outer shell, then into the chocolate and down to the peanut. That's not to say that I don't lose control at times and stuff handfuls into my mouth as fast as I can chew and swallow them.
But, I think I learned something new about Peanut M&M's today. While navigating the Wheeled Manor through Wyoming, I began snacking on a tub of the candies. I must have eaten a few handfuls in my usual way, one at a time, before I noticed something for the first time.
I actually paid attention to which color I popped into my mouth. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Brown. Not necessarily in that order, although it really wouldn't have mattered anyway.
The outer coatings all taste the same!! At least to me. The Blue tastes exactly the same as the Yellow or Brown. I was shocked at the discovery. Why then do they have different outer colors? I wonder whether anyone else has ever noticed this?
Or, maybe.... I'm wrong. Am I?
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You know, I've probably eaten several hundred pounds of M&M candies over the years. And my favorite are the peanut ones. And my favorite way to eat a Peanut M&M is by just popping one in my mouth at a time and sucking through the outer shell, then into the chocolate and down to the peanut. That's not to say that I don't lose control at times and stuff handfuls into my mouth as fast as I can chew and swallow them.
But, I think I learned something new about Peanut M&M's today. While navigating the Wheeled Manor through Wyoming, I began snacking on a tub of the candies. I must have eaten a few handfuls in my usual way, one at a time, before I noticed something for the first time.
I actually paid attention to which color I popped into my mouth. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Brown. Not necessarily in that order, although it really wouldn't have mattered anyway.
The outer coatings all taste the same!! At least to me. The Blue tastes exactly the same as the Yellow or Brown. I was shocked at the discovery. Why then do they have different outer colors? I wonder whether anyone else has ever noticed this?
Or, maybe.... I'm wrong. Am I?
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Monday, September 14, 2009
You know what?
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That's what she asked at least 68 times in the first 2 days of our visit. She, the 3-year old grand daughter who truely believes she is a beautiful princess (and she really is), would ask me with a very serious look on her face. And, when I replied, "What?" her face would gleem with a smile and she would say, "I love you Grandpa-D!" as she pressed against me with a hug. Can't buy that anywhere.
Well we will be heading home in a few hours through a part of this Country that I haven't seen in many years. We'll take the slow train to spend a few days with each other after sharing many days with the others. So, in 3-4 days, I'll be back at the Dock. Can't wait to share the lessons I've learned during these past few weeks.
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'Til then.
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That's what she asked at least 68 times in the first 2 days of our visit. She, the 3-year old grand daughter who truely believes she is a beautiful princess (and she really is), would ask me with a very serious look on her face. And, when I replied, "What?" her face would gleem with a smile and she would say, "I love you Grandpa-D!" as she pressed against me with a hug. Can't buy that anywhere.
Well we will be heading home in a few hours through a part of this Country that I haven't seen in many years. We'll take the slow train to spend a few days with each other after sharing many days with the others. So, in 3-4 days, I'll be back at the Dock. Can't wait to share the lessons I've learned during these past few weeks.
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'Til then.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Where is the Beef?
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Just checking in with you all. I hope that you've been tuned into Fox News during my absense. I know that it's not quite like the Thought Dock, but I am hoping it will allow you to hang on during my time away.
Someone has asked about about when the real meat will come again from the Dock. You must understand that as with any lost and hungry wanderer, one must first quench his thirst, before taking the meat. Without that, you'd get stomach cramps. So, as the Doctor of Thought, it is for me to decide when the beef will come. Too soon, and you'll all get sick. Too late and it will be all back to Square 1. It ain't easy.
I wanted to thank those that tried to be along my route through the western states to catch a glimpse of me. I did notice some flags flying along my route and an abandoned ice chest in the lanes of Interstate 80. Sorry, if I let you down. However, I now wonder if some of those half staffed flags were meant for the late Senator. I know that many of you must have felt the urge to leave your roadside seats to watch Fox News' coverage of the late Senator Kennedy. I understand.
Well, I'll be on the return leg of my trip with plans to hit the road Monday afternoon. My route include visits and possible stops through Billings, Spokane, and Portland. Of course, I prefer the smaller cities and roadside rests over the bigger cities and pompas hotels. So you'll be more likely to see me in those places. Line up and wave your flags (USA only) and salute me as I pass. I'll return with a free blast from the Wheeled Manor's horn. Sometimes I even blast it when I don't see anyone, but when I feel your presense. I apologize for being a bit vague with my route, but I'm sure you understand my safety concerns.
Anyway..... I'll be back at the Thought Dock very soon... Hang on..
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Just checking in with you all. I hope that you've been tuned into Fox News during my absense. I know that it's not quite like the Thought Dock, but I am hoping it will allow you to hang on during my time away.
Someone has asked about about when the real meat will come again from the Dock. You must understand that as with any lost and hungry wanderer, one must first quench his thirst, before taking the meat. Without that, you'd get stomach cramps. So, as the Doctor of Thought, it is for me to decide when the beef will come. Too soon, and you'll all get sick. Too late and it will be all back to Square 1. It ain't easy.
I wanted to thank those that tried to be along my route through the western states to catch a glimpse of me. I did notice some flags flying along my route and an abandoned ice chest in the lanes of Interstate 80. Sorry, if I let you down. However, I now wonder if some of those half staffed flags were meant for the late Senator. I know that many of you must have felt the urge to leave your roadside seats to watch Fox News' coverage of the late Senator Kennedy. I understand.
Well, I'll be on the return leg of my trip with plans to hit the road Monday afternoon. My route include visits and possible stops through Billings, Spokane, and Portland. Of course, I prefer the smaller cities and roadside rests over the bigger cities and pompas hotels. So you'll be more likely to see me in those places. Line up and wave your flags (USA only) and salute me as I pass. I'll return with a free blast from the Wheeled Manor's horn. Sometimes I even blast it when I don't see anyone, but when I feel your presense. I apologize for being a bit vague with my route, but I'm sure you understand my safety concerns.
Anyway..... I'll be back at the Thought Dock very soon... Hang on..
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