Elephant Butte, NM

Monday, November 29, 2010

Cedar Cove RV Park, part 2.






The view out the back of our site is typical New Mexico, dry river bed and rolling hills. This must have been quite a place when water roared thru. The park is surrounded by ATV trails that make excellent walking adventures. The golf cart cost was $200.00. Thanks Sue! The name tags were made by Barb for the Thanksgiving dinner. Thanks Barb!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sunday Joke.



Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, 'THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job.'

So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.

They moused. They faxed. They e-mailed. They e-mailed with attachments.

They downloaded. They did spreadsheets! They wrote reports.

They created labels and cards. They created charts and graphs.

They did some genealogy reports. They did every job known to man.

Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.

Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off.

Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known
in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed.

Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming:
'It's gone! It's all GONE! 'I lost everything when the power went out!'

Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.

Satan observed this and became irate.

'Wait!' he screamed. 'That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?'

God just shrugged and said, JESUS SAVES.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Maggie Girl .....SOLD







It's a bittersweet day. We have finally sold our boat after 4 years and 2 wonderful trips. Due to the great economy boat sales have not been very good. This Spring Dave called our bank to ask about a short sale. We ran the numbers and priced the boat accordingly.

Definition: A short sale occurs when a property is sold and the lender agrees to accept a discounted payoff, meaning the lender will release the lien that is secured to the property upon receipt of less money than is actually owed.

A few weeks ago we had gotten an offer. We, silly us, assumed that the conversation from this Spring was still valid. To cut to the chase, the boat is sold, broker commission is paid and we still owe the remainder of the loan. How is that a short sale, you ask? Good question! Well, they did release the lien.

The banks reason for us still owing them $$ is that we have a great credit rating which displays that we pay our loans off, like responsible people, therefore they want their $$.

I have learned long ago that life isn't fair but why do responsible people ALWAYS have to take care of all the deadbeats in this world who just sit around waiting for
someone to give them stuff. Is there a reason to work hard?

Yes, that's what makes us different than those people! Here's is Maggie Girl at her finest, in the Bahama's.

Monday, November 22, 2010

We've moved. Cedar Cove RV Park. Part 1.









Well, we are going to spend the winter in a new park. The drama was way too much at Lakeside. The story of our move is not worth repeating. We have moved on. The sites at CC are large and much cheaper. NO site here is over $200.00. The clubhouse here is classy. The patio has GRASS! And the new addition will be done for Thanksgiving. It has a dishwasher he, haa.... There is a photo of the double site we've chosen. One is our site & Ki and Wyn's. The other is Phil & Ken with Sharon & Clay. Can you find us in the last photo? Remember you can double click to blow up the image. Here are some photo's of Cedar Cove. Enjoy!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Sunday Words of Wisdom


The Wooden Bowl


I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.


A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.

The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

'We must do something about father,' said the son.

'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.

Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.’

The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.

But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

We had company. Part 1.







It was so fun to get company. Denny, Irma and Dolores stopped by on their way back to Long Beach. The first picture is the Duwa kids. We took off for White Sands Nat'l Park. The park is 275 miles of white gypsum sand. It is the only place in the world to find it. I insisted that Irma take off her nylons so we can walk thru the sand in our bare feet. She did and what a fun time we had. I taught them a new saying... BFE. Next time you see them ask what it means! What are they doing out the Navigator door? Why maybe getting some sand.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Sunday Joke.




So, there's this yellow toad wandering around in the forest kinda pissed off because he doesn't want to be yellow.

Life would be easier if he were brown like the other toads... He'd sure be less visible to predators for one thing. Anyway. This yellow toad bumps into a fairy godmother. "Fairy godmother, please make me brown like the other toads," he begs her. "I'm hacked off being so visible to predators. The stress is like, killing me, you know?"

"Okay" says the fairy godmother, who whips out her magic wand and goes: "Abracapokus! You're brown!" The toad looks down and sees that he is brown !
Except for his weenie, which is still yellow.
"Hang about lady," he says to the fairy godmother, "My pecker's still yellow!"
"Yeah, well I don't do weenies," she says, "You'll have to go see the Wizard of Oz for that." So the toad thanks her and hops off on his way.

There is also a purple bear wandering about the very same woods. As luck would have it, he encounters the very same fairy godmother (yes okay it's a coincidence, but it's true).
"Fairy Godmother! You're just the person I need!" says the purple bear, "I can't pull any bearesses cos they don't want to be seen with me on account of the hunters. They can spot me from a mile off."

Being a fairly nice fairy godmother, she takes out her magic wand. "Oh for goodness sake, what is the matter with you lot round here." she says. And with that, she yells: "Pokuscadabra! You're brown!"
The bear looks down and sees that he is, in fact, brown.
Except for his goolies, which remain purple.
"Hold up sweetheart!", he says to the fairy godmother, "My goolies are still purple!"
"Yeah, well I don't do those goolie things," she replies, "You'll have to go see the Wizard of Oz for that."
"Well that's just dandy, innit?" the bear replies, "How do I find the Wizard of Oz?"
"Easy," says the fairy godmother as she flew off...........

she flew off, saying.......


"Just follow the yellow-dick toad !!


This joke reminds me of EB. Since I’ve gotten back I’ve discovered the definition and a real person who defines the word PRICK! I must admit this is ALMOST the first time I’ve ever meet one. The others were in Corporate America making big bucks. Oh well....

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Definition of PRICK.



Definition of PRICK


My duty pricks me on to utter that. Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 7.


Vulgar Slang. A penis.
Vulgar Slang. A person regarded as highly unpleasant, especially a male.



1. To puncture lightly.
2. To affect with a mental or emotional pang, as of sorrow or remorse: His conscience began to prick him.
3. To impel as if with a spur; urge on.
4. To mark or delineate on a surface by means of small punctures: prick a pattern on a board.
5. To pierce the quick of (a horse's hoof) while shoeing.
6. To transplant (seedlings, for example) before final planting.
7. To cause to stand erect or point upward: The dogs pricked their ears.
v.intr.
1. To pierce or puncture something or cause a pricking feeling.
2. To feel a pang or twinge from or as if from being pricked.
3.
a. To spur a horse on.
b. To ride at a gallop.
4. To stand erect; point upward: The dog's ears pricked at the noise.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Joke.


Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner. Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."


Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did.


Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the
steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.

______________________________


LETTER 1:


Dear God:
I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.


Your friend, Carol




Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.

______________________________


LETTER 2:


Dear God:
This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.


Thank you, Carol




Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started again.


_______________________________



LETTER 3:


Dear God:
I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.


Thank you, Carol




Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had
worked because Carol looked very sad.


'Just be home in time for dinner,' her mother said. Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary,
slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to God.

________________________________



LETTER 4:


I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.


Signed, YOU KNOW WHO

Friday, November 5, 2010

Trip to Bosque del Apache Nat'l Wildlife Area.







Fall and Winter Headliners

Eighteen thousand Sandhill Cranes and fifty thousand Snow Geese headline the fall and winter pageantry of waterfowl at the Bosque del Apache. The cranes, with wingspans of six to six and one half feet, have flown 1700 miles from their nesting grounds in western Canada. They travelled in well defined "V’s," covering as much as 350 miles per day, reaching top speeds of fifty miles per hour. They arrived at the Bosque del Apache with red Canadian soil still staining their feathers.

Tall, stately birds with ash gray plumage and a reddish orange forehead, the cranes stalk the marshes, searching for frogs, rodents, insects, bulbs, seeds and berries. They parade in nearby corn and wheat fields like the tuxedoed and bejeweled English swells posturing at Britain’s Royal Ascot Festival. The birds feed on hor d’oeuvres such as grains and small mammals. With the coming of evening, they rise on elegant wing and return home for the nightly gathering of their clan.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Word Definitions.



Life is certainly a journey. Sometimes we get caught up in the day to day stresses of life and lose ourselves. Playing Scrabble can often help. What? Yup, when we play Scrabble we have three different dictionaries. Dictionaries can be a great help to us by reminding us of the RESPONSIBILITIES, by definition, of how we should be leading our lives. Sometimes we just need to be reminded!

Management

Management in all business areas and organizational activities are the acts of getting people together to accomplish desired goals and objectives efficiently and effectively. Management comprises planning, organizing, staffing, leading or directing, and controlling an organization (a group of one or more people or entities) or effort for the purpose of accomplishing a goal. Because organizations can be viewed as systems, management can also be defined as human action, including design, to facilitate the production of useful outcomes from a system. This view opens the opportunity to 'manage' oneself, a pre-requisite to attempting to manage others.
Management can also refer to the person or people who perform the act(s) of management.

Integrity

Integrity is a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcomes. In western ethics, integrity is regarded as the quality of having an intuitive sense of honesty and truthfulness in regard to the motivations for one's actions. Integrity can be regarded as the opposite of hypocrisy,[1] in that it regards internal consistency as a virtue, and suggests that parties holding apparently conflicting values should account for the discrepancy or alter their beliefs.
The word "integrity" stems from the Latin adjective integer (whole, complete).[2] In this context, integrity is the inner sense of "wholeness" deriving from qualities such as honesty and consistency of character. As such, one may judge that others "have integrity" to the extent that one judges whether they behave according to the values, beliefs and principles they claim to hold.
A value system's abstraction depth and range of applicable interaction may also function as significant factors in identifying integrity due to their congruence or lack of congruence with empirical observation. Such a value system may evolve over time[3] while retaining integrity if those who espouse the values account for and resolve inconsistencies.[4]

Adult

An adult is a human being or living organism that is of relatively mature age, typically associated with sexual maturity and the attainment of reproductive age. In human context, the term has other subordinate meanings associated to social and legal concepts, for example a legal adult is a legal concept for a person who has attained the age of majority and is therefore regarded as independent, self-sufficient, and responsible (contrast with "minor"). Adulthood can be defined in terms of physiology, psychological adult development, law, personal character, or social status.


Minor (law)

The term minor is used to refer to a person under a certain age, the age of majority, which legally demarcates childhood from adulthood; the age depends upon jurisdiction and application, but is typically 18, 20, or 21. Minors have certain protections in law, but do not have some rights of adults.
The concept of a minor is not sharply defined in most jurisdictions. The ages of criminal responsibility and consent, the age at which attendance at school ceases to be obligatory, the age at which legally binding contracts can be entered into, and so on, may all be different. (One trait of a minor is consistently flipping the middle finger as a jester of affection.)
In Japan, Taiwan, and South Korea, a minor is a person under 20 years of age. In New Zealand law, a minor is a person under 20 years of age, but most of the rights of adulthood are assumed at lower ages: for example, voting, entering into contracts, and having a will are all legally possible at 18.
In many countries, including Australia, (except in Queensland, where it is 17), Canada, India, Philippines, United Kingdom, Brazil, Croatia and the country of Colombia, a minor is defined as a person under the age of 18. In the United States, where the age of majority is set by the individual states, minor usually refers to someone under the age of 18, but can be used in certain areas (such as gambling and the consuming of alcohol) to define someone under the age of 21.
In the criminal justice system in some places, "minor" is not entirely consistent, as a minor may be tried and punished for a crime either as a juvenile or, usually only for extremely serious crimes such as murder, as an adult