Reblogged from Jen’s blog. There may be some hope left. Please watch. Only 5 mins long.
The WordPress prompt today asks if there is any trade I would like to learn.
I would like to learn how to snap my fingers like the hypnotist when he brings a person back. That would be so easy and less stressful for me. Sometimes I go through a frustrated patch where I feel like the only sober person in a bar. You know, where a guy mumbles gibberish and the only person who understands him is the guy swaying from side to side and nodding.
I hope that made sense. It was probably a poor choice of simile given that nobody enjoys beer more than me.
Although, I am a qualified motor mechanic, as most of my blog friends know, I am currently trucking. Not currently as in right now at this moment.
I am lucky in that I have one of those minds that suits finding problems and planning a solution. That is the most important thing to being a good mechanic. The ability to stop and think before you go racing ahead with the spanners and fixing the wrong thing.
I don’t know what mechanics are like in other countries but I have seen time and again in Ireland the mechanic who diagnoses the problem without having even looked at the vehicle. You know, the sort who talks like he “has seen it all before”.
So my simple message to anybody who has a problem with their car is trust the guy or gal who says nothing until he finds the problem.
This short video sums up what I feel like doing with my truth hammer. Sometimes grease just won’t work to make it slide through.
Sorry if I bruised your head. It’s for the best. 🙂
Thank you for reading
In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hammer/ thanks to nonofficejobs.com for photo.
I remember this show on telly when I was a kid.
I was always attracted to it but I couldn’t quite explain why.
Have a listen to this very short scene. I now understand why I was glued to it as a youngster.
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I like this post. On The Culture Monk.
“You’re all just wasting your time!” he said
By Kenneth Justice
~ A few weeks ago I was in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania meeting with readers on my Drinking in the Culture Tour, my excuse to venture out into the world and see what this whole blogosphere is really like in face-to-face connections with fellow bloggers.
While at coffee I met a really nice fellow blogger; a mid-40ish woman, happily married with two children. She and her husband live in the greater Pittsburgh area and this woman loves blogging.
“I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for nearly ten years and blogging has given me the opportunity to feel like an adult” she said, “I’m not sure if you know what it’s like to be stuck at home with little children, but some days the highlight of my conversational experience is talking to my seven year old about his…
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Saw this on Reece’s blog. Very funny. To all the marathoners out there.
Everybody is brave until fear makes them crawl.
That’s the way I see people since I’ve had my awakening back in 2007. This “modern society” has plenty to say about this religion or that religion (so long as both religions are Christian who turn the other cheek). Pussy Riot wouldn’t jump around in a different temple and get off so light. I am a nice friendly person by nature. I always was. I don’t get jealous. I want the best for everybody. I try to be a Christian, in my actions if not my words.
I sound too good to be true. But it is true. It sounds like self praise to anybody who has ever been jealous. That’s not my problem. I try my best not to be a hypocrite.
Tying in with the week that is in it, Yesterday I happened to open a tiny Bible I have at a page called The acts of the apostles. I can’t rhyme off the chapters etc like the preachers, but it was in the days after the resurrection. Peter and John were walking towards the temple. A cripple was sitting by the road begging. The two apostles had been told that they too could heal people and cast out hatred from a person, if they did it in His name. So they healed the guy there and then with all the confidence of people who knew the truth. Jesus had told them “I am the way the truth and the life, nobody comes to the Father except through Me.” So I guess He meant that even when a non-Christian dies, that person will have to meet Him in the tunnel of light or wherever on their way home to the Father.
There is so much emphasis put on truth and bravery in the world since then. There have been songs and poems and blogs written about these qualities. But here’s the part that gets me. Less than 1% will actually preach the truth when they discover it. I’m not even talking about religious truth. I’m talking about the truth that can set innocent people free from the mental prison that is the modern world.
In around the same time that the Holy Spirit had started to guide me and show things to me, I watched a youtube documentary called Loose Change. From that moment on I learned about more corruption and murder and fake murder and double agents and illegal wars (is there any other kind) and taxes on the back of any global “crisis”.
I LEARNED ALL THIS FROM THE INTERNET!! (the thing you are now on) I cannot be the only person with a conscience.
Please start to awaken your bravery people! For the respect of those innocent who are now dead. It’s never too late to change.
Maybe just add the name of an interesting documentary at the bottom of one of your posts now and again. It might wake the right reader up.
Be a born again human.
Thank you for reading
ps…I saw an interesting documentary on youtube called “A funny thing happened on the way to the moon.”
Happy Easter all.
The ten mile race yesterday? It didn’t go well for me. Missed my target time by quite a bit. It was just one of those days when the spirit was willing but the body was weak and the heat was hot!
Still, the weather was lovely, the atmosphere was friendly and the scenery was awesome (the hot blonde in front). It was a good day, all things considered. I still got that familiar happy feeling afterwards. The “hit” that makes it all worthwhile.
In this post I simply want to say thanks to Ana of http://analindenblog.wordpress.com/ for reawarding me with the Liebster badge. She loves the sea, Gone with the wind, and writing novels.
I also want to thank Liz who is busy over at her allotment on http://lizard100blog.wordpress.com/ for awarding me with the Sunshine badge. She is probably the only person in Holland, the land of bicycles, who hasn’t yet learned how to ride. But she can dive underwater to a depth over 100 metres.
I will concentrate this post on the Sunshine award as it is the first time I’ve received this honour.
I have to share ten random facts about myself. This will be tough because I feel I have shared all the random things already.
1. I believe that no human has ever landed on the moon.
2. I can’t cook…at all. Beans on toast is as good as it gets. Thank God for wives.
3. I am a bad passenger in a car even though I spent some time as a rally driver.
4. I hope I am not tempting fate but I had a feeling all my life (even as a child) that I would not be buried in a grave when I die.
5. I didn’t believe in shape-shifters until I discovered the Cuttlefish.
6. I think the most amazing discovery/invention was invisible sound frequencies/the wireless radio.
7. Sometimes I pray a rosary while I drive if there is nothing interesting on the radio. Just for practice when I’m older.
8. I am afraid of heights.
9. I like the taste of beer and would happily drink every night if I was allowed.
10. When my wife says “Jump!” I ask “How high?”
I now have to nominate a few bloggers who bring Sunshine with their blogs.
Thanks again to Liz and Ana. It made my weekend.
Found this on another blog. A good interview.
So many people I’ve met over the years never heard of Taibbi, Keiser or even Greenwald, but they all knew who Michael Ruppert was – I never understood that, but his words were powerful and the way he carried himself left an indelible impression.
This film woke so many people up
Rest In Peace
Did I say Tsegaye Mekonnen? I meant Wilson Kipsang…ahem.
Still 5th place wasn’t bad in a tiny event like the London marathon. Unlike the glory which is attached to crossing the line in 50th position at the Inishowen half marathon! Yeah baby! How d’ya like those apples, Mekonnen!
I enjoyed my own race on Sunday. That’s a bad sign. Races aren’t there to be enjoyed, soldier!
It’s a couple of years since my last half marathon. I ran 86 mins back then. On Sunday I ran 95 mins. That may not seem like a big drop to a non-runner, but believe me it is. It’s a lot slower.
But…at least I am running daily again so things can only improve.
There was a WordPress prompt a couple of days ago asking about obsessions. I had something of an obsession for a while. It was to run a marathon in less than three hours.
The idea that I would be capable of running a sub three (that’s runner speak) had never entered my head until our local club coach suggested that I had the potential if I “played my cards right.” I had just finished a 3hrs 15mins marathon when he made the suggestion.
Sometimes I wish he had never hinted at it at all. Because in my head it had become a prophecy rather than encouragement. I trained like a Kenyan all through 2011 for the Dublin marathon. On race day I pulled a small calf muscle at mile 6 and only bothered to finish the thing because I had been doing it for a neighbour’s charity. I hobbled around in 5hrs, I think.
The next attempt at a sub three came last October. It was an incredibly windy day and by mile 13 my goose was cooked. I knew that I was going to miss my target by about 3 mins. Three measly minutes. I didn’t have a plan B. I wanted a sub three. I had trained for sub three. But like an idiot, instead of setting a new goal mid-race, I just jogged around to finish in 3hrs 27mins. I threw away my chance to finish it in maybe 3hrs 3 mins. That was probably the silliest thing I have ever done. Months and months of training thrown away over three measly minutes.
Chasing my grail and failing didn’t destroy my love of running. Even those races which didn’t go to plan didn’t stop me from smiling as I crossed the finish line.
Have I given up on a sub three? No way. Having a goal keeps it interesting.
I feel I am so lucky being able to run at all. I do appreciate this gift.
A tough little ten miler over hills on Saturday, I might enter that and try for 70 mins.
I will let you know how it goes.
Thank you for reading
Frankie. (1533 in the pic, the good looking one)
In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/cant-get-it-out-of-my-head/
Phew! Let’s just say the world record is safe enough, for now.
It is hard to get back into a routine. Running is like any hobby. Like blogging, even. Once the routine is broken it can be quite hard, for me at least, to get back into it.
I am pretty sure being friendly would seem like a chore if I didn’t practice it on a regular basis. I don’t think there is any real knack to making friends or being friendly. It’s just one of those things, use it or lose it.
Another thing we will lose if we don’t use is the right to say “No”. As some of you will know I had my own experience of standing up to the man.
The lack of foresight in most people today is scary. They don’t seem to understand that saying nothing registers in the mind of a government as saying “Yes”. That is the reality of politics today. And very very soon the “system” will be running the show, not the politicians, not the lawmakers, not the people. We will be all so brainwashed into a certain way of living that changing the system won’t even enter our heads. Having a choice won’t enter our heads.
I used to get so wound up trying to waken the world. Nowadays I just take it in my stride. I can’t compete with the might of the mainstream media and the 3D goggles. Perhaps if I didn’t have children I wouldn’t care so much. Being a parent I will always worry about my children and their children and the system we sign them up for.
All my worries and stress seem to vanish when I am running. Perhaps it’s the heavy breathing.
There’s nothing like gasping for air to focus the mind!
Air is the fuel I need to live. And yet I didn’t appreciate it, most of the time. It was only since I started running a few years ago that I started to see air in a different light. Now I marvel at the stuff, especially running uphill, I can’t get enough of it.
The London marathon is on telly tomorrow morning. It should be a good one. A star studded line up in both the male and female categories. My money is on the new kid. The eighteen year old Ethiopian, Tsegaye Mekonnen, ran his first marathon in Dubai back in January in a time of 2hrs 4mins 32secs. He won that race. Crazy speed for a first timer! Even crazier, he says he could have ran faster.
Luckily for Tsegaye I have signed up for a local half-marathon race tomorrow afternoon. I could have put the cocky little youth back in his place.
Dream on. But I will take comfort from knowing that we both use the same fuel.
Hey…just realised, we are all connected after all. All together, breathe in…hold…and breathe out.
Thank you for reading
In response to a few daily prompts (sorry) http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/why-cant-we-be-friends/ http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/fight-the-power/ http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/have-you-never-been-mellow/ http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/when-will-i-be-loved/