Teddy says

Teddy Roosevelt said...

It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.

Good words for all of us to live by!

A thin line between divine intervention and dumb luck

This is only a joke, but let's see what we can learn from this?

A guy is walking along when suddenly he got his foot caught in the railroad tracks. He tried to get it out but it was really stuck. He heard a noise and turned around to see a train coming. He panicked and started to pray, "God, please get my foot out of these tracks and I'll stop drinking!" Nothing happened, it was still stuck, and the train was getting closer! He prayed again, "God, please get my foot out and I'll stop drinking AND cussing!" Still nothing and the train was just seconds away! He tried it one more time, "God please, if you get my foot out of the tracks, I'll quit drinking, cussing, smoking and fornicating." Suddenly his foot shot out of the tracks and he was able to dive out of the way in the nick of time. He got up, dusted himself off, looked toward heaven and said, "Thanks anyway God, I got it myself."

It's an awfully thin line between divine intervention and pure dumb luck.

Funny how fast people "suddenly" forget those who help them once their fat is out of the fire.

If it was a divine force that set him free, was it a similar divine force that set him on track (heh heh) for a collision course in the first place? Was it the same divinity that placed the guy's foot in the track in the first place? Or was he just a pawn in some battle between conflicting divine forces?

Why does it take a good hard stare into the face of own own mortality before we're willing to admit our faults and change for the better?

What the @!^%?! I'm not even making sense to me anymore. See the kind of junk that a Sunday spawns in my mind? I'm getting outta here and heading out to grab a burger!

Happy birthday Nicky!

My nephew Nicky (Nicholas) just celebrated his first birthday. His real birthday was actually on Jan 17th, but I guess the celebrations just got delayed because of Nicky's extremely busy world tour schedule?

PS: Yeah, that's the handsome hunk himself on the right.

Comedy

Humor is weird stuff. You can say the exact same thing in a comedy club and raise a laugh, but if you said it on the street, you'd get slugged in the jaw. It's all about context. The concept of context... It's so subtle yet incredibly potent. Context and alcohol. Yeah, that's what gets the laughs.

485 reopened!!!!

The INS has agreed to reopen my 485. YAY!
Now, I just need to have a fulltime job so I can show that I have dedicated my life to contributing to corporate America... Anyone out there have a job?

EDIT: Umm... I'm not QUITE out of the woods just yet. I need to get a perm job so I can satisfy the INS' curiousity that I'm adding significantly to the GDP.