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Manic Musing...Thoughts From the Mind of a Bi-Polar Man.
Remembering Things Differently Is Not the Same as Remembering Different Things. As we grow up, if we grow up, and are fortunate enough to have people around us who share some of our past, conversations may turn to shared experiences. My friend is attending her 30th high school reunion this weekend and I am sure there will be plenty of "I remember when." Some may say, that they recollect the event a little differently. Who was it exactly that made the saving tackle in the state championship game.
Sometimes, though, what we remember is very different than our friends and family. What was an important event or time in my life is not even an inkling in the life of a loved one. I was disappointed when old friends did not recall the same occurrences did from junior high school. I realized that their days in high school were very significant to them, while mine were full of misery. I preferred to speak of our friendships of years a little earlier that they did not. I had to realize that these dear friends were not slighting me or the time we spent together, but had joyful moments that I was not part of. I have learned, instead of being sorry for myself, to be happy for them.
Loving has little room for resentment.
The Most Dangerous People Are Those That Are 100% Sure...Of Anything.
Being the Coaches Kid Can Be a Tough Spot. I have often called my daughter, Hannah, the perfect coaches kid. I could play her at any position and she knew how to play it. I could sit her on the bench without complaint. Hannah looked out for the her teammates, especially the ones who were below average players. Most of all, she knew how to deal with her dad. She knew when to listen to me intently and she could sense when it was time to ignore me.
Most daughters and sons of coaches are treated in one of two ways...extra special with extra privileges or with plenty of wrath given out by their coach parent. There was a young lady on an opposing softball team who would be in tears every game. Her dad was a loud coach and much of his yelling was directed at his own kin. After one game, I asked my daughter, a young lady of 12, to go over and have a talk with her. She did. To this day, I don't know what she said, but I like to think it helped.
One of my best players one year was the daughter of my assistant coach. This ball player was our best pitchers. Her dad, unfortunately would be giving her instructions from the dugout between every pitch. I could see the tension growing and the effectiveness of her pitching dwindling. I finally went to her and told her, "If you repeat this, I will deny it. Don't listen to your dad. If there is anything you need to know I will tell you."
Being a coaches kid is tough for young athletes. If you coach, and I hope you do, be aware. You can be a good coach and a good parent at the same time.
I Broke My Nose By Running Into a Fire Hydrant. Bet nobody else out there can say that. I missed the Little League championship game because of it.
I Got My Car Stuck On top of a Tombstone. Not gonna say where. Not gonna say when.
A Squirrel Urinated On My Head.
I "Accosted" The Archbishop at the Urinal in the Men's Room. When else was I going to get an uninterrupted moment with The Bishop when I could speak my mind?
I Install Pay Phones for a Living. Business has been slow for the last few years, but I am confident that it is going to pick up at any moment. In the meantime I have a lead on a job pumping gas.
Why Aren't Ghosts Naked?
Did You Hear About the Penguins in the San Francisco Zoo Who Got Chlamydia? I think they took an unauthorized trip down to The San Diego Zoo. Lot of Sailors down there you know.
Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.
More Than a Feeling
Love Is an Action Feelings come and go.They may change by the day, even by the minute. Love is how we act and what we do sometimes because of what we feel, sometimes in spite of how we feel.
Love Is a Commitment.
Princess Diana and Mother Theresa.
Many people do not realize that these two famous and important world figures passed away on the very same day. Timing is everything, it is said. Most any other day, the death of Mother Theresa of Calcutta, champion of the poorest of the poor, Humble Servant of her Lord would have led the news and dominated it for days and weeks. Somehow, though, it almost seems fitting that such a saint as Theresa would leave this world in a quiet manner, perhaps as she would prefer. I wonder what the two women shared at the gates of heaven that day.
Being Newly Poor Means Getting Poorer.
When I received my divorce, I left with a decent car, some furniture, a few small appliances and a good set of clothing. As time travels forward, these items will break or wear out. I will have a difficult time being able to afford to replace most items and face an impossible task to acquire another car. How long will my 10 year old automobile last?
Love Conquers all things Except Poverty and A Toothache.— Mae West
Guns. With the emotional disorders in my family, I believe owning a gun would be unwise and dangerous. Besides, I am 54 years old and have not needed a gun in my life, yet. I am fairly confident I can get through the next 30 without one.
Winning Arguments. I am very good at debating and arguing. Perhaps it is because I have done so much in my life. I have perfected the craft. Becoming overly argumentative, however, is one of the signs that my anxiety and my bipolar disorder is sneaking up on me.
Arguments are not a good way to make friends and create good will. Winning a battle of wits or opinions usually means I lose.
Have a Mantra. Mantras can relieve stress, instill a value or belief or improve our outlook.
Be Outrageous. I am crazy. I have the paper work to prove it. I might as well live up to it.
I Always Make Sure I Have Enough Toilet Paper on Hand. One less worry in my life.
Place For Everything. I think that I hold the world record for most hats lost in a lifetime. The time spent having to go back and retrieve items that I have forgotten has taken about ten years off of my life. The library has a drawer marked "Russ" so that they know right where my phone is when I come back to claim it. I have been told that this part of my illness. I have forty three thousand things running through my brain at once, so it is difficult to note where I put things down. The best way I know how to minimize this is to have a place where each possession lives. Could be pocket, a table, drawer or cabinet. A place for everything and everything in its place.
Ten Minute Tidy. This one I got from a children's show, The Big Comfy Couch. Don't know that it is on any longer, but my kids used to love it. At the end of each show the character would exclaim "Look at this big mess!" And then declare a ten minute tidy. some of us (me) get overwhelmed by the thought of even medium sized tasks such as cleaning the house. I can, however, do a ten minute tidy each day...and it makes it easier to find things, too.
God Is Bigger Than the Boogie Man— Veggie Tales