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BLOG QUESTPeople Interested in People June 18 MICRO-BLOG
Twitter me this Twitter me that!
I suppose I could have joined TWITTER to keep everyone better informed during my absences from blog writing. But then I am not yet into the Twittersphere. Nope! My life doesn’t have to be twitterriffic to be happy and I don’t have to be concerned about being a tweatard, tweat-cast, or even have to retweet from my computer because I did not have proper twitterquette. I don’t even feel left out because I don’t have a twibe. However, I’m typing and sounding a bit like Tweaty Bird.
Micro-Blog Have we come to a point in society where we have to share trivial and mundane text based quotes from our daily lives to friends, family, or even everyone in Tweedy World? “I’m watching Sportscenter.” (Even ESPN shares the Tweet of the day.) “I’m eating at Taco Bell.” “Now I‘m gastronomical.” Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!" That last nine word tweet (quote) was from one of the most celebrated incidences of flatulence humor in English literature, The Miller’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer. So does this kind of yipity-yap make for a fantastic twit (popular Twitter website)? I kind of understand the appeal for someone to follow Celebrifeeds. But do I really want to know what the Ryan Seacrest snippets are from his day. Not to mention Ellen is not going to reply to my, “Hey Ellen! What ya’ doin’?” Maybe, I would get hooked, if I joined the Twitter nation? But what if I too became a Twitter whore waking up in the middle of the night to check my Blackberry next to my bed. Is it any wonder why people can’t sleep. It’s just becoming a Gadgemetronical hyper-world for someone with there gazillion geekin’ dotcom generation friends trying to satisfy their gemscape (mind). Now don’t become a MadTwitter on me if you are a TwitterFan because I can see how basic updates can be meaningful to family members, friends, and even colleagues. Maybe life would be simpler if we shared in six words or less. Earnest Hemingway was once challenged to tell a story in only six words and he had the reply, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Blog Quest Six Word Twitters On your mark, get set, go.God helped me find my way. Shoulda’ Coulda’ Still Can do. I’ve tried before I’ll try again. Take as much time as needed. Less we speak more we learn. I’m still making coffee for one. I’m proof that anyone can blog. Right person for the right time. Do more: Say Less: More Done. Gossip will bite you from behind. Sure shootin’ Jesus isn’t missing. Everyone needs hugs from friends. Road less traveled has traffic jams. Brain designed to hear Godly heart. Life lessons makes us soul survivors. I love Jesus and double cheeseburgers. Kissing ass produces dirty brown noses. Technology has made our world smaller. God removes dysfunctional to be functional. Slow learner: Still Learning: Remaining Teachable. There I twittered some thoughts right here on MSN Spaces. I once had a college professor who only gave essay exams and as students we were given the choice to pick one out of three questions and explain our answers in 100 words or less. Not as easy as we might think. OK…Lets tweet ahead shall we… “I’m kind of hungry.” “Eating a bowl of Banana Nut Cheerios.” “Whose tried new Banana Nut Cheerios?” “I’m now having a second bowl of cereal.” “La de freaking da!!!”
For some reason I’m still losing weight. Maybe it is just because I’m getting older and losing muscle? In becoming a wimp I’d better become a better fighter with the war of words. My MACHO has even changed into a Male Acting Childish Hormonal and Obnoxious. Just the other day my son walked by and pinched me right behind my arm. Oooouch!!! After whining a bit I went into retaliation mode. Gadzooks!!! My son just stuck out one of his big paws, placed it upon my head and stopped me right away in my quick shuffling tracks. Then he just scoffed at me, “Pfft! Whatever dad.” I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad because when we were at the University of Missouri football camp the lady who runs the athletic department said, “Oh! We got a big one here! Look at the size of those feet!” Seeing how my son’s measurements were 6/4 and 265 pounds I can see why she made that statement. Last year at this time he was 6/3 and 245 pounds. Three more years of high school and we shall see where he ends up for college? By the way, I sat next to a couple who drove up from Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas and have been invited to many camps with their son. Their son already has offers from Texas A.M., Baylor, and the Air Force Academy and will be a high school senior. They told me the in’s and out’s of the invites and what camps to go to and not to go to for JR. They were impressed with JR’s workouts and said we should move to Texas and that he would be starting at their son’s high school. Junior was a little tight and nervous in the first session but then loosened up, had fun, learned a lot, and excelled to the fullest of his abilities. His sisters were impressed while lil’ grandbaby Charlee walked around in the grass like a drunken sailor eating white clover. Life Lessons Over the last month I really have missed chronicling some details of my life, with of coarse a little sprinkling of something to hopefully make us all laugh, and sometimes maybe leading into some more deeper heart-felt feelings. It really is a benefit to live in the 21st century. Cereal Restaurant And on the 8,643,983,348th day the Lord said, “Let there be a cereal bar and café." Why didn’t one of us think of “Cereality.” Going to a cereal bar and mixing different boxes of cereal, adding toppings, and then package it up in a Chinese food style container to be eaten with a sippin’ spoon-straw with as much milk as we like. They even offer unlimited soy milk for lactoids (people who are lactose intolerant). Talk about speaking to our inner child. I betcha’ if Sigmund Freud was still around he would Twitter about pajama clad employees and friends saddling up onto a bar stool to set around an island eating various mixed up child-like cereal concoctions not only for breakfast, but for lunch, dinner, or a late night snack. If we had a Cereal Café here in Branson I’d sneak some of those pop-rocks (little exploding candies) into my friends cereal containers and of coarse snicker as they spewed out their cereal in surprise. Baba Ganoush My youngest daughter (Emma) turned 21 years of age last weekend and for all her hard work in college I decided to fly her boyfriend (Mike) in from New York. That was the big surprise I had to wait and share publicly. She didn’t even have a clue and told me it was her best birthday present ever. They both had a wonderful time while he was here and I also planned it out with her boss so that she had the weekend off from work while Mike was here visiting. On Saturday evening, I took everyone (oldest daughter Jad-e-poo, Chad the Man, lil’ Charlee, birthday girl Emster-Doodle, Sir Mike-a-lot, my son J.R. the human eating machine) to a relatively new Mediterranean restaurant called the Bleu Olive. I’m kind of a food critic and good food along with good service can be a rare find with the peek of tourism during the summer season in Branson. But we had excellent food and service. So much so, I even made a comment on the TripAdvisor web site. It has been awhile since I had an excellent piece of slow roasted lamb shank, along with perfectly spiced hummus, red pepper feta spread, cucumber tastiki, roasted eggplant baba ganoush., and olive tapenede served with char grilled pita bread. With Mike being from New York and having ate in some of the finest restaurants he was even impressed with the décor, the food, and especially the prices compared to the Big Apple. Side note: Did you know that Minneapolis, Minnesota has the nickname "The Mini-Apple". My son and I are invited to New York next year and I will make sure to have at least one dinner at the world famous Peter Luger Steakhouse. Surely my son and I will tackle one of those porterhouse steaks which comes from one of the most prized cuts of beef. Ssssssssizzzzzzlllllle!!!!! Alrighty…I shall “Twitter” off with this Blog Quest Tweet of the day… “Don’t wait for your ship to come in if you haven’t sent one.” Dot.gone…Greg
June 10 Stay Cool You Crazy Cats
Some of you have been wondering where I have been? Most of you know that I was up in Minnesota for a few weeks. Now that I’m back home in Branson my house seems busier with Emma home from college. This of coarse means my oldest daughter Jade is in and out more and my granddaughter Charlee who follows me everywhere. Yep…She certainly loves her Gampa…Wink! Actually, I’m babysitting right now as I type. She is down for her afternoon nap while my girls went out for a late lunch and to shop for a Fathers Day gift. “ They are such good girls!” Of coarse before they left I rounded up my Cabelas and Bass Pro Shops home and cabin catalogues…Hint! Hint! My home has also been recently dismantled for some remodeling. Furniture moved, painting being done, carpets being cleaned along with some stretching. I make a good supervisor and have hired some quality workmanship. Hopefully all will be back to somewhat of a normal routine by next week? Then I will more likely be able plug-in to my laptop. We also have a great big surprise planned for someone this weekend. I’ll clue you all in next week on the details. I certainly miss visiting with ya’ll. In the meantime…Stay cool you crazy cats. Greg
May 27 REAL MEN WEAR PINK
All seems in a bit of a disarray while I am still hanging out in Minnesota. My son J.R. has flown from Minneapolis to Oregon to visit his mother for nine days. My youngest daughter has arrived in Branson from college during our departure from the Ozarks. I’ll remain up here in this northern state named by the Native American Lakota Sioux for it numerous sky-tinted waters until my son’s return flight to the Twin Cities. Even my morning cup of coffee has changed. My favorite Starbuck’s blend has been replaced with some Wolfgang Puck estate grown Vienna Private Reserve. But this gourmet coffee change is quite tasty. Memorial Day weekend was spent at various racetracks with family and friends. The Mark Noble race team turned his racecar paint scheme into “Real Men Wear Pink” over the holiday weekend. Chris Brown, a fan and lifelong friend of Mark’s, asked him earlier this year if he would run a pink graphic racecar to raise charity for cancer research in memory of his girlfriend Jolene Skroch. Jolene discovered that she had breast cancer in 2007 and battled the disease for three years before losing her battle on Jan. 22, 2008 at the age of 32.
Special t-shirts were made and completely sold out before the weekend race schedule was completed along with “koozie” can coolers. Brown's six-person team raised nearly $24,000 a year ago and this year their goal was to double that amount with this particular racing charity event. Minnesota is still a bit chilly to my liking. But my son and I will be able to return back home next week, and I will ask my daughters to join me in the warm sunshine while my son works his butt off in football camp. Summertime takes many of us away from our computers. So everyone travel safe, hug your loved ones often, and you all be well…Greg A salute and a thank you from my heart to all who have served for the freedom for others.
April 26 WE FOUND EACH OTHER
I’m looking for my friends… I’m looking for you! Look what we found... We found each other. Friends!
8:00 AM 04/26/09 Photo via BlackBerry
As I sat out on my back deck this morning with my reliable partner, a cup of Starbucks Breakfast Blend it was rather pleasant to be able to set down, relax, and finally find some time to write. I’ll admit the warm sunshine has drawn me outside more and I am already sporting a farmers tan. It certainly does an aching body some good. More of my time has also been busy being a “gamp-pa.” That’s what my little granddaughter now calls me. We are quite a pair the two of us. We now spend quite a few days together. She follows me everywhere like a little munchkin shadow when I am not her own personal recliner to watch PBS Kids. Sesame Street seems to be one of her favorite shows and I have to admit I kind of like Sid the Science Kid too. That show has a catchy little tune that seems to replay in my head from time to time and Charlee likes me to sing the lyrics to her.
PBS Kids
As a matter of fact, as I type out this part of this entry, she is taking a “nappy” in my bed with a triple pillow wall surrounding her. Don’t fret fellow mom’s and dad’s I have my baby monitor right beside me for when she awakens. One evening last week, Charlee’s mommy and my oldest daughter Jade, had a meeting to attend up in Springfield and Charlee’s daddy, Sir Chadwick, was on a business trip up in Kansas City. So when bedtime rolled around for Spunky Monkey (Charlee) she started rubbing her eyes and wanting to have snuggly-woo with me while I was watching the Travel Channel. After viewing fifteen minutes of my bedtime television and thinking little Charlee was down for the night, she suddenly pops up, with her eyes still shut, does a flip flop around, and decides it’s time to sleep with her footsies in my face. What’s up with that? When mommy Jade arrived it was already late night and with Chad out of town my daughter was quick to grab a pair of my pajama bottoms and was ready to spend the night at her daddy’s house. I was already prepared and knew my daughter would want to stay with me and my son J.R. and I had a bed ready for them with some nice clean fresh smelling sheets. The next morning my son and I peeked in on them in their bedroom to see if they wanted some pancakes before I took my son and the neighbor kids to school. Here was my daughter sleeping only on a small sliver of the bed, right on the edge, and there was Charlee all sprawled out in the middle of a queen sized bed with one foot positioned to keep her mama off to the side so that she wouldn’t take any of her huge amount of sleeping space. Looks like I may just need to make a Charlee bedroom in my house for those sleepovers so then she can have her own space to sleep. NOTE: Come on by sometime I will make you some of my very special strawberry, banana, and applesauce batter pancakes. Gearing Up for Summer We are already gearing up for summer here in our Ozark Mountains and are currently in the midst of our Missouri Wine Festival at Chateau on the Lake Resort featuring Missouri wines. I did not realize that our “Show Me” state has over 80 wineries. There are also exhibitors here who are artisan cheese makers, chocolatiers, and a whole assortment of various gourmet food exhibitors. Al Roker, the NBC Today Show, was here last week at the Branson Landing and Convention Center to kick off Branson's Great American Pie Show - Taste of Home Cooking. Now who doesn’t like homemade pie? I could go for a piece of Uncle Mike’s Berry-Apple-Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie or Dawn Moore’s Dreamy Creamy Peanut Butter Pie. Now that is serious eating! Speaking of NBC (MSNBC), I was kind of hoping Keith Olberman would come along with Al to Branson because then I would give everyone a “Countdown” by saving democracy and throwing him into the river with my right arm of diplomacy. But not near the Lake Taneycomo Bridge because this baseball nerd has been known to burn down a few bridges. Looks like I just threw in a political comment for my “World’s Worst” just shut the hell up. Did you know that Olberman briefly dated conservative talk show host Laura Ingraham. Hmmm…Opposites really do attract. That would be like me hooking up with Amy Winehouse. Not! In just a few short weeks my youngest daughter, Emster-Doodle-n-Cheese, will be home for the summer from college. It’s hard to believe she will already have three years of college completed. It now seems like a long time ago when she was following me around everywhere as a happy go lucky little toddler. Good thing I have Charlee around. In just little over a month Emilee will be turning 21 years old. She is usually stressed to the max, to always achieve those grades of excellence, to be the top of her class, and remain on that Dean’s List. My son, Greg Jr. (we all call him J.R.) 2009 football season basically starts on June 1st. Actually, high school football is now a year round high school sport. He decided not to participate on the track and field team this spring. He was throwing the shot put and discus but decided he would rather work individually in the weight room after school with the offensive and defensive football line coach who is also the schools athletic director. During the first weekend in June. J.R. will be traveling to work out with some of the University of Missouri coaching staff and players. Home Sweet Home My oldest daughter, Jade, who I am admiring for being an excellent mother, has been very busy getting her families new home decorated. She is quite a Martha Stewart refinishing furniture, shopping for deals, and making their place a “Home Sweet Home.” She has been contemplating on how to complete her college education with her current busy schedule. She is also very intelligent like her sister and has been drawn for years to health care and wellness.
By the way, did you know that when Martha was reporting to her parole officer for mandatory urine tests her pee was always found to be drug-free and to be a lovely yellow saffron? Wasn't it interesting that stripes were fashionable while she was in Federal Prison. Be It Ever So Humble
Did you hear about the guy who wanted to travel all around the world in search of what he thought he needed and wanted for himself only to realize later on in life it is all right there at home. That's me.
Things will happen that may try to change us, but we all start and end with our family. Thank you for checking in on my little family at this blog house.
Peace and Love my blog buds…Greg
April 09 COME TO MEAre we burdened? Have we been broken? Feeling weary way too often? Do we need to find some sort of peace? This 21st century almost seems to complex and worrisome. Is there really an answer to all this suffering? We can’t or should not run and hide. But how do we simply try to understand all that is going on, keep the faith, and find some hope? What do we need to do for a breakthrough? Constantly I remind myself, “Keep it simple.” When I have trouble understanding I simplify. It makes things more clear for me. It is like interpreting the less clear with what is more clear for me. Think about it this way, humility (being humble) gives us a better understanding of certainty. Where is there always certainty? In God’s Words. By simply unfolding His Words gives us the understanding, the discernment, and the comprehension to remove our burdens, heal our brokenness, give us strength, and find peace. If any of us have burdens weighing us down, making us feel weary, with brokenness all around. If you feel led to click on the embedded link below? Let me encourage you to find a quiet place, turn up your speakers, better yet put on your earphones, close your eyes, and let Him come to you and give you rest in His peace.
Father God every Word You give is a miracle Word. Your Words Shine and let us ordinary people see Your meaning. When we turn to You, kindness and love comes from You to each of us personally through Your Son Jesus. Thank you Father God. Father God, guide our steps even when they may be slow. Rescue us from the heartache and the problems of this world that come our way. You can show all of us the right way. In Jesus name we pray. Amen This day may Blog Quest bring God’s best to you …Greg
Come to me, you weary one. Come to me, you burdened one. And I will give you joy, I will give you joy. Come to me, you burdened one. And I will give you joy, I will give you joy. You will rise like eagles, and my joy shall be your strength. Take me upon you. I will give you joy. Come to me I have been waiting for you here. He has been waiting for you here. Come. Come to Him. Come and find your peace. Come and find your rest. Come and find your joy. He is waiting here for you. He is waiting here for you with open arms. To hold you, to embrace your heart, to love you. He is waiting here (x2) Come to Me ~ Kari Jobe
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