Who is That Person at my Door?
October 7th, 2009Probably a Right-Wing Terrorist
I just got back from my GAP (“God Answers Prayer”) group meeting, up at the church. My second visit today. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to be included, and to meet the devoted men who help make the church work.
The pastor’s theme for tonight was the harmfulness of complaining. I told him earlier today that if I could not complain, I wouldn’t be able to say much at all. Anyway, it was great to listen to the ex-military guys talk about the zero-tolerance policy the service has toward complaining. When you hear things like that, it helps you realize how our military gets so much done, in spite of bureaucracy and confusion.
They talked about weather they had endured. One guy said he had seen temperatures of 166 degrees in Iraq. I assume that’s inside a vehicle or something. They both said that when the temperature drops at night, even though it’s still warm, you feel like you’re freezing. One said he had a picture of himself shivering in a sleeping bag, in front of a thermometer reading 110 degrees.
They’re not so tough. Sometimes, when I practiced law, the girls in the office forgot to buy half and half for my coffee. I had to use that awful powdered stuff. I don’t like to talk about it. It was horrible. But I keep that to myself because I’m a stoic.
I used to drive home from the courthouse or a club or a restaurant, get out of a two-seat convertible, and walk in past an empty garage. Tonight I drove home from a prayer meeting at church, got out of a four-wheel-drive diesel pickup with an eight-foot bed, and walked into the house carrying a Bible and a pistol, past a garage loaded with tools.
What a change. I feel like I’m arriving.
October 7th, 2009 at 7:48 PM
Tonight I drove home from a prayer meeting at church, got out of a four-wheel-drive diesel pickup with an eight-foot bed, and walked into the house carrying a Bible and a pistol, past a garage loaded with tools.
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What a change. I feel like I’m arriving.
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I certainly see (and applaud) your spiritual growth…and I see God opening literary doors for you.
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I’m just wondering if the Dodge actually fits in your garage?
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October 7th, 2009 at 10:01 PM
You know that I’m retired AF. I take an ab exercise class and all some of the women in there do is whine about how much it hurts. So don’t take the class. It makes me nuts also because the last thing I want to hear is high-pitched female screeching. Oh wait…am I complaining?
I think they do it so the hot male not-gay instructor will notice them.
October 7th, 2009 at 10:10 PM
Son described Iraq in summer as ‘120 to 130 degrees(ambient temp, not in vehicle), in some areas better than 80% humidity, while you’re wearing armor and other gear weighing around 100 pounds. Often more.’
October 8th, 2009 at 6:33 AM
“The pastor’s theme for tonight was the harmfulness of complaining. I ”
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Depends on the complaining, I suppose. If it is a cathartic excersize to find solutions through the advice of the friends you are complaining to, yea, have at it. But some of that stuff can be destructive.
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In the arena of the office, we have some chronic complainers whose complaints border on character/crediblity assasination. Very bad stuff.
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…and to get some perspective as to whats a legit reason to complain, heres a very funny video that covers just that. Enjoy!
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Everythings Amazing and Nobody’s Happy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r1CZTLk-Gk
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h/t Theirron Kagan
October 8th, 2009 at 9:42 AM
I’ve seen lots of women in gyms, and the impression I get is that very few of them exert themselves, and most are extremely worried about looking good.
October 8th, 2009 at 2:21 PM
It is said that all progress in the world is made by dissatisfied people. However, it is a very tiny minority of dissatisfied people who contribute anything to any sort of progress.
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Complaining gererally just turns onto whining – which is worse than useless.
October 9th, 2009 at 2:24 PM
I noticed that too, Steve.
I’ve been going for almost 3 months. Lost 20 pounds and a couple of sizes.
One thing I noticed is that the regulars who obviously work hard will talk to you and help you once you appear to be serious.