Wednesday, February 29, 2012

PASS IT ON

My wife told me that Both Tim Tebow and Jeremy Lin want to be Pastors someday. My immediate response was "They are already pass-ters. Their game is based upon passing."

Is this even worse than my duck joke last week? I think my grandsons would go "Boo-Boo-Boo." A bit early for Halloween don't you think? BOOOOOOOOOO!


Bye For Now,

Bill

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

WORDS WORTH READING

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

—Kahlil Gibran

Optimism is the best way to approach any situation. Self-fulfilling prophecy is alive and well and living in our heads!

PS If you read my blog yesterday before I took it down and didn't see the follow-up apology please read it now.


Bye for Now,

Bill

Monday, February 27, 2012

HUNG BY MY OWN PETARD!

In this morning's blog, which I already took down, I was speaking about the transparency of our computer age and why we need to be more careful about what we say and do in cyber space.

My wife, who is usually a cheerleader of my blog, became an instant jeer leader and I took it down. For those who read it already, I apologize if it offended you in any way. Please know I am Jewish, so I wasn't being anti-Semitic, just anti-semantic of those who embarrass themselves and their families by inappropriate behaviors and words on emails, texts and tweets—especially brilliant people in other domains and especially those who are in the public eye.

However, the way I choose to express those feelings may have led people to think I wasn't following my own advice. It shows how easy it is to get carried away and lose sight of the implications of our words and deeds. Fortunately, I could press delete and be done with it. It doesn't always work out that easily or simply and sometimes the consequences are huge!

For those unfamiliar with the title phrase, it comes from Shakespeare and refers to a primitive bomb (petard) that often blew up in the owner's face. I can't help but wonder why he mixed metaphors—one is not hung by a bomb—but hey who am I to argue with a man of his talent or for that matter, who am I to argue with my wife.

So for those who read my earlier blog I am sorry if it offended you. For those who didn't get to read it I bet you wish you did. The early bird....


Bye For now,

Bill

Friday, February 24, 2012

PARADOXES

Why do people go to the gym and jockey for the closest parking spot to the front door?

Why do people order a double cheese burger, fries, onion rings and a DIET COKE?

Why, as the old song goes, do fools fall in love?

Why do the people who could most benefit from counseling run from it like the plague?

Why do we trust other driver's with our lives—especially in South Florida?

Bye For Now,

Bill

Thursday, February 23, 2012

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED

Elizabeth Taylor once tweeted, a few months before she died, "Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind..."

I strongly disagree. Some of our breaths need to be about us! Others about others.  Balance is the key to a happy and healthy life. This one you can take to the bank.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

THE OTHER DAY(Monday)

I alluded to the idea that cess makes a mess for all of us—even for famous people.

Then I read about Marilyn Monroe whose mother suffered a breakdown after she was born, and her young daughter was raised in foster homes. There is no mention of an active father.

Is it any wonder that her candle blew out early from the wind and tsunami-like fury of her cess pool? I am convinced that each and every "successful" person who left young had a legacy of cess that trailed behind him or her as they sprang into public life. Their baggage ultimately took them down. Fame and fortune doesn't always make old pains go away. Sometimes, it just keeps them at bay for a while—until they reemerge— more toxic and toxified than ever.

Sad, really sad!


Bye For Now,

Bill

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A TRUE TALE

Ronnie and I enjoy walking in the park just about every morning.

On Saturday she said to me as we passed some ducks, "Do you think ducks can think?"

My immediate response was, "Sure, they use de-duck-tive reasoning!" She walked right into that one.

My grandsons would and did  say, "Boo!" when they heard about it. I never claimed to be brilliant—just quick.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, February 20, 2012

IT NEVER MAKES ANY SENSE

The story by now is quite worn. A person shoots to stardom and achieves fame and fortune. He or she lives the fantasy of just about all.

But something happens along the way that erodes from the dream and ultimately turns it into a nightmare. And so we lose them prematurely; a long list now that has added Ms. Houston's name to a wall of fame and wall of shame—and what a shame it always is.

When I can't explain events I always defer to my cess pool and dam model. I don't know her life, but my guess is that she had too much cess and not enough dam grams to contain them. She, like so many, was likely a wounded warrior, and often no amount of fame and fortune can counter balance that.

Like a songbird she sang, "I Will Always Love You," but the sad part of the story is that she didn't appear to always love herself. May she rest in a peace that she couldn't seem to find here on earth. May others in similar positions learn from these tales of woe.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Friday, February 17, 2012

MY FRIEND BERNIE GAVE ME THIS ONE


A young lady confidently walked around the room while leading and explaining stress management to an audience; with a raised glass of water, and everyone knew she was going to ask the ultimate question, 'half empty or half full?'..... she fooled them all... "How heavy is this glass of water?", she inquired with a smile.

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."

She continued, "and that's the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on."

"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden - holding stress longer and better each time practiced.

So, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night... pick them up tomorrow.

Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment. Relax, pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it and the now 'supposed' stress that you've conquered!"

Bye For Now,
Bill

Thursday, February 16, 2012

START TODAY ON THE RIGHT FOOT

Wake up and be positive. Expect good things to happen today. Accept that you may have some things that don't go well, but make up your mind you will do well none-the-less.

I find that if I approach people positively they will respond in kind and be kind. A small jest or gesture goes a long way. Try it and see.

Remember, most of the people you interact with did NOT make the "rules." Be nice to them and they may just bend them for you. Be mean and they will be too.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

MORE LOL FROM ORANGE PEEL GAZETTE

"Both of my marriages," said the hurting man, "have been disappointing. My first wife left me and my second didn't."

A friend of mine just got divorced. He and his ex-wife split the house. He got the outside.

A woman tells her friend. "My husband is an angel." Her friend replies, "You're lucky, mine is still alive."


Ever wonder why there are so many marriage-related jokes? Take my wife, "HennyYoungman used to say. "PLEASE!" Because marriage is one tough partnership unless you do it right and most, sad to say, don't.

We can help you do it better. Call us today so your relationship doesn't turn into a joke—a bad one at that.

Bye For Now,


Bill

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

THIS COMES FROM THE ORANGE PEEL GAZETTE

I believe that if we don't laugh a little from time to time, we will cry a lot:

Fred and his wife Edna went to the state fair every year. Each year Fred would say,"Edna, I'd like to ride in that there airplane." And every year Edna would say, "I know Fred, but that airplane costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars."

One year Fred and Edna went to the fair and Fred said, "Edna, I'm 71 years old. If I don't ride that airplane this year I may never get another chance." Edna replied, "Fred, that there airplane costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars."

The pilot overheard them and said, "Folks, I'll make you a deal. I'll take you both up for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say one word, I won't charge you, but if you say one word it's ten dollars. Fred and Edna agreed and up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of twists and turns, rolls and dives, but not a word is heard. He does all his tricks over again, but still not a word. They land and the pilot turns to Fred.

"By golly, I did everything I could think of to get you to yell out, but you didn't." Fred replied, "Well, I was gonna say something when Edna fell out, but... ten dollars is ten dollars."

That really tickled our funny bones and I hope it does yours as well.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, February 13, 2012

WORDS WORTH READING

Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance.

--Samuel Johnson

Frankly, that has been the story of my life and I hope yours too. It is never too late to persevere.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Friday, February 10, 2012

SILLY REALLY!

Instead of occupying wall street and other such places maybe the 99% should occupy sporting arenas and fields upon which the games of America and other places are played.

Last week I spoke of "fandom." The very next day 70 something people were killed in a riot in a soccer stadium in Spain. Horrible really. It is just a game.

I can;t even imagine what tomorrow's (writing this on 2/4) Superbowl ads will cost.

Then I read about a new Marlin baseball player who was made to cut off his dreadlocks because the team has a grooming code. Seems a little unconstitutional to me, but I'm not a lawyer. However, his 6 year contract with the team is worth...drum roll..106 million dollars. I'd cut off a lot more than my hair for that insane amount of money. Bet you would too.

All the money thrown at athletes, actors, CEO's, and the like seems really silly don't you think? When is enough enough and what will their counterparts be earning in 25 years? Not sure, but hope I am here to find out and get drafted by a major league team. After all, I am a coach.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Thursday, February 9, 2012

ANSWERABLE QUESTIONS

Here is a question you can answer.

What can you do in 2012 to contribute to your life satisfaction, sense of personal fulfillment, health, well-being, relationship IQ/EQ, and peace of mind?

Once you have answered the question JUST DO IT!

"Je suis" plan to do it too.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

MORE WORDS WORTH READING

Success is to be reached not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.

 ---Booker T. Washington


But for the "he" rather than she and he or s/he this is a powerful statement. Back then "he" was the norm as women didn't yet count. My college hygiene text has a preface that read:

                           "He who hath himself for a doctor hath a fool for a patient."
                            --Hippocrates

True, but the same applies to the ladies! Obviously, I went to school in the middle ages.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

WORDS WORTH READING

A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.

--Harry Truman

Wise words from a down to earth wise man who was one of the better Presidents of the US of A.

Bye For Now,

Bill

Monday, February 6, 2012

GLOP REVISITED

Last week I spoke of glop in all of its varied forms. But I left one out.

There is glop in dumb ass comments made by people in the media's eye. Just about every week I shake my head and say to myself: "Self, why did that person choose to say that in public, on fbook, or other social media sites? Couldn't they have just said, "......."

When I worked for IBM in the late 60's they had signs posted just about everywhere that said, "THINK." I encourage everyone to do just that.


Bye For Now,

Bill

Friday, February 3, 2012

WHAT'S GLOP?

In yesterdays blog I referenced glop. Though I have blogged about it before it is time for a refresher course.

I decided several years ago that we people, strong as we may be in certain ways, can be weak wimps, when it comes to temptations. I wanted to find a word that would seem yucky to people—who of us would want to do Glop?

So glop exists on a plate, in a glass, cigarette, drugs, casino, bedroom, and boardroom. Glop follows us around and calls our name. Glop causes wise men and women to do things that are likely to be costly—physically, emotionally, and financially. Glop fills shame and blame accounts rather than pride banks. If you don't believe me just ask ..........too many to mention.

Try your best to block glop from hurting you and your life. Use it as a moral compass in steering your ship. Fill your pride bank and avoid shame and blame entries. Try your very best to do just that.

Bye For Now,


Bill

Thursday, February 2, 2012

THE "HOME" TEAM IS REALLY US!

I have always been interested in "fan" addict behavior. People love their teams. They scream and shout, pay outrageous amounts of money for tickets, food and drink, paint their faces silly, buy overpriced jerseys and memorabilia, and stand outside in below freezing weather grilling hotdogs and drinking ice cold beer. I think that is cool—literally and figuratively.

Certainly, all that "fandom" is a healthy release of pent-up emotions—one that millions of Americans will lose come 11p.m. Sunday night—at least for a while. There will be sport substitutions, but they don't seem to evoke as much passion as football, in most instances. Let's face it no one screams or paints their face for the PGA tour.

So, come Monday morning why not root for the real home team—YOU! Get back in shape, or take on a new project or interest, or that Yoga or Pilates class you have been thinking about. Or do just about anything that will add to your life and satisfaction—just no glop! Filling your pride banks is a very important activity that you will likely have more time to do in the months ahead—especially on the weekends. JUST DO IT—just don't paint your face!

Bye For Now,

Bill

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

THE LAST TWO BLOGS

reflect  my head being stuffed by sinus problems. I am abandoning the question quest for more helpful and meaningful topics.

In talking to cancer survivors, some common themes emerge that can help us in or out of Cancerville.

They all:
                                  stay focused in the moment and try to avoid pondering the future
                                  do not believe they will die
                                  do what they have to and cross it off their "list"
                                  maintain a sense of humor throughout
                                  avoid drama, hysterics, or toxic people, and
                                  as my pal Terry says, "fight like a vicious pit bull to survive and win!"

To me, that is a winning formula in any "game" in which you are involved.


 Bye For Now,


Bill