The Thanksgiving… Chicken?

The Thanksgiving Chicken *

As a family tradition, we usually pick up a Turkey or a Ham at a local specialty company. A few years ago, however, I didn’t do my diligence and so the day before Thanksgiving found us at the local grocery chain scrounging for an ‘unfrozen’ turkey.

Being in a hurry I saw, what I thought was, a small Purdue turkey in a bag. The small size of 6 lbs should have clued me off but I grabbed it and threw it in the oven the next morning. It was nice because it was in the bag ready to go and no prep was necessary. Everyone just loved it and it was probably the best turkey we ever ate… except for one thing.

It was so good that I decided to get another one for Christmas. Back at the grocery I forage for that delicious ‘Turkey in a Bag’ but I don’t see any in the meat section. So I ask the butcher about the ‘Purdue Turkey in a Bag’.

He states, “We don’t sell anything like that.”

“Well,” I explain further, “This was a ready to cook thing, I think the label said it was a Roaster.”

The gentleman butcher kind of looks at me strangely and says, “A Roaster is a chicken, not a turkey.”

“Oh…” my face flushing red, “…of course, it’s a Chicken.”

Well, it was the best Thanksgiving Chicken we ever ate and I did get another one for Christmas. Now it’s kind of become a new tradition in the family.

But, “SHHH! Don’t tell anyone!

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* The story of the Thanksgiving Chicken and other nonsense can be found at UatRisk.com (hint: you’re already here) or read much more about the Lucky Life of the Taylors @ Amazon “Memoir of a Man”

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Eternity

Short: A Message from Billy Graham will touch your heart
The Heaven Video
(http://billygraham.org/video/heaven/)

Long: Hi everyone,
Are there many names across the globe more respected than Billy Graham?

Now that he has passed on, it is a reminder that the shadows will lengthen and eventually disappear for each one of us. It is only a matter of how long that shadow will be on the day we cross from life to death.

Among any audience, there is always a smorgasbord of belief’s about the aftermath of that event. Some would say, “Is God really real? And if he is then is it the God of the Bible? What makes the Bible right and every other religion wrong?” Other people would say, “To believe in any of that is nonsense!” and yet others would stake their life on it.

Those are things that can only be determined within your own heart. If God is real and if he is the same God talked about in the Bible, then when we cross from Life to Death, there is something more and we stand alone before God.

You decide.

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thanks, H Mark Taylor / UatRisk.com
Eternity is not a future condition

Cost of Happiness

Can we be happy on a long-term basis?

What will it take for this happiness? Perhaps winning the lottery or should I say lootery? Does it take money to make all your cares go away? We could say, “Well it would certainly help!” Yet is that the criteria for happiness? That is, will all of your cares go away and will you then be happy? Will that make you happy? I think you can sense the answer to that is ‘No’; there are several fallacies in that. First, money won’t make your cares go away. It may cause more concern and fear. Second, just because you don’t have any cares doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to feel happy.

You can take the concepts of money and cares and apply it to any false beliefs you have:
If I was married I’d be happy
If I had a different house
If I could eat whatever I want
If I could drink whatever I want
If I could use drugs
If my spouse changed
If I changed
If I were healthy
If I could travel the world
If I had a different job
If I had my own company
If people would leave me alone
If I wasn’t so alone
etc.

Changing our circumstances, financial situation, living location or conditions, friends, work, partners, or whatever else you can imagine… will never ‘make’ us happy on a long-term basis.

The definition of the word ‘Happy’ for the purposes of long-term happiness seems to involve well-being, satisfaction, contentedness, with maybe some peace thrown in for good measure. These are conditions that money cannot buy and that cannot be sustained long-term by outside influences.

In the early days of Christianity, there was a man named Paul who went through a lot of suffering and hardships during his life. There were probably good times but there were a lot of difficult times to offset the good; unjust accusations, people trying to kill him and actually stoning him on several occasions, being misunderstood, running for his life, being imprisoned, no money and nowhere to sleep, being shipwrecked at sea, and on and on it went.

Yet Paul made an amazing statement through all of it.
I have learned to be content no matter what happens to me. I know what it’s like to not have what I need. I also know what it’s like to have more than I need. I have learned the secret of being content no matter what happens. I am content whether I am well fed or hungry. I am content whether I have more than enough or not enough…”*

The meaning of Happiness in our day seems to involve some situation or event. Maybe jumping up and down when our favorite team wins. But how many people on the street would we have to poll to find even ten people who would say they have long-term happiness and contentment in their life?

The truth of the matter is that we live in a broken world that will never give us long-term happiness or contentment. There is always some situation or some person ruining our good mood. Sometimes we just don’t feel good. So what is the answer – is it even possible?

Paul continues his comments about contentment, giving us an indication of the source.
“…I can do everything by the power of Christ. He gives me strength.”*

This is not a popular message today but perhaps it is one we need to hear. There will always be those who demean Jesus Christ and Christians, twisting His intent into something evil. But that doesn’t eliminate Christ’s true intent: to bring peace and contentment to those who are suffering. A long-lasting, permanent condition made possible by something completely outside of any influence of this world.

That’s a good intent but there’s just one small problem… the cost. To follow Christ is by no means free. He made it very clear that to follow Him meant giving up our ways and thoughts. One of His teachings was about two gates and two paths. Go in by narrow gate and take the difficult path which leads to life. This gate is hard to pass through and the path is difficult to navigate. But it is this persistence in seeking Christ in all things that will lead to long-term contentment and peace.

The Cost of Happiness. It is easy to be happy in a moment of time, only to have it quickly vanish to hidden places we cannot find. Yet with contentment and peace in life, will we not be happy in any circumstance – no matter the strife?

Of course, if you are happy and content with your life, you are probably not reading this.

* The Bible: Philippians 4

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Ta Da!

TA DA! the story follows… 4 yrs & finally published:  ‘Memoir of a Man‘ is here! Print or eBook. Buy Print at Amazon & get eBook free.

The Story

I lived most of my life with them and didn’t realize who they were.

He wasn’t a quiet type of guy. Quite the opposite; he never hesitated to tell you what he thought. It was his way or the highway. I never remember him really talking about his life at all. One day he was there and I was talking to him and suddenly there was this silence…

[pause]

I thought, “I’m never going to see him again, am I?”

She was a different kind of girl. Somehow, I just never thought about her as a real person. When I dropped her off at the little apartment, she shuffled around the room then turned and looked at me and said, “Well, I guess this is where I’m gonna die.” Then she sat on the end of the bed and wept. Deep inside I really did care… but I didn’t know what to say.

There was one Christmas and we sit around the living room. It’s one of those moments that burn the memory like an ember on a cold snowy night. Everybody watches me open this little package and I know its a book. Self-conscious, I feel like I’m on a stage and have to give the right performance.

I’m like, “Ohhhh, it’s a book. Wow.” But, you know, I’m not really feeling it.

I look over and my daughter’s face has this grin plastered on it like she just gave me the Taj Mahal or something really fantastic. So I open it up and the table of contents has these little bubble pictures and some look like me and her mom. What is this? I close it and look at the cover again. Huh? An author with the same name as my daughter? That’s weird. Where did she find a book like this?

My wife grabs it from me and kind of pages through it. I’m looking over her shoulder and there are these pictures of us. “Oh look, it’s a book about us!”

Well nobody ever accused me of being the sharpest tool in the shed. Our daughter still wears a grin to beat the band as I gaze at her in shock. “Andrea, did you write this?”

That was a challenge to me. As a child, I heard all these stories but never took time to do anything with it. When I started putting it all together, it just seemed there was this incredible drama of life, betrayal, and love. Somehow I missed it. I mean I’m… really astonished cause I never saw it that way. In the beginning, I wrote it for my daughter.

In the end, maybe it’s for you.

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A news flash interrupts the life of Kit Conner and changes the course of a nation. Kit spins into the future and its a dog-eat-dog world where the search for a little peace & quiet can bring great sorrow or greater gain. Will Kit dodge the obstacles of life and manage to pass on a future legacy?

A drama based on the lives of real people about Life, Betrayal, and an Undying Love. Their struggle for peace and happiness in a world of conflict and stress reveals amazing triumphs in the midst of crushing defeats.

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Multiplication of Love

A Tribute

Little in life comes from the efforts of one person alone. We tend to be the multiplication of our personality and the influence of those around us. Hopelessly self-centered. Even on the best day, most of what we do tracks back to our own personal gratification in some way.

My mom and dad weren’t perfect and they would be the first to admit it and ask for forgiveness. Yet I have to honor them in their attempt to do the best they could.

It’s true that we are all self-centered to a greater or lessor degree. But the one thing in life that breaks that awful force is Love. There are cases when a person will risk their life and perhaps even give up their life for another. That is the greatest in love. Thoughts of self and personal gratification fall away in the face of Love.

In the end, mom and dad did love us to the best of their ability and, for that, I can ask no more. Again, I pay tribute to my mom and dad for passing on a legacy of love, life, truth, and responsibility.

Mom and Dad are both gone now and it’s too late to thank them personally. Fortunately I took the opportunity while they were still with us to express it and I hope they felt the sincerity of the expression. My advice to you is don’t wait until it’s too late to express your appreciation for those you Love, and who Love you.

Thanks Mom

Thanks Dad

I really appreciate it

A Tribute for Memoir of a Man

A Delayed Life

The Short Version
Our book, Memoir of a Man, will be delayed from the planned February 2014 release. It reminds me of my life; delay, delay, delay…
Delay can be viewed in a negative sense. But are there any positives to delay in our lives?

The Poem
Delay, Delay, what can I say
I’m late again and can’t explain
Or yes I can and won’t today
perhaps it’s part of work & play

The Long Version
In the field of Project Management, delay may be viewed negatively. Try telling your stakeholders that their project will be delayed and you may be in for a rough ride. But is delay always a bad thing?

Based on my experience, probably not in all cases. Most of us have probably heard the story about a person who was delayed, rushed to the airport and missed their flight only to later learn the plane crashed. That is an extreme example but consider this. If we change our attitude towards delay, perhaps we can recognize that there are some benefits.

One of the most obviously aggravating forms of delay is traffic, especially when I need to get where I’m going right now. Yet, if I check my frustration and take time to enjoy the ride, I may be able to alleviate some of the damaging effects of delay. Extended anger, frustration, elevated blood pressure, and other detrimental effects may not be good for longevity of the body. Plus, long after the delay, I may carry impatience to my next encounter and damage relationships.

Can delay have a positive outcome? Yes. It can cause something moving too fast to slow down. It’s not good to bake a cake too fast. In some projects, delay can provide time for further thought and development thus resulting in a better end result or product.

As painful as it is to experience and explain delay, at times it can be a great treasure. In the case of the book, Memoir of a Man, it is quite frustrating to continually run into issues causing delay. But it does provide another ‘one last time’ to review, rethink, and find errors and opportunities that were formerly hidden. For that, I am grateful for those small delays. It will result in a better product for your enjoyment.

“One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.” – Chinese Proverb

Dad grew up…

Memoir of a Man‘ was written in honor of my mom and dad. Here’s the story behind it.
DAD GREW UP in the Depression years and served in WWII. He never spoke much about his past and I never thought to ask. As he grew old there were a couple of times he opened up about it. Later, I made a point to get as much information as possible from Mom. I always meant to put the stories to paper but never got around to it.
One Christmas, my daughter gave me a special gift. As I tore through the wrapping paper, I held a book and have to admit being a bit disappointed at first. But there were things that didn’t make sense. The author had the same name as my daughter. “That’s odd,” I thought. The table of contents had little bubble pictures of… her mom and me? What is this? No one has accused me of being the sharpest tool in the shed. As my wife and I paged through the book, she exclaimed, “Oh, Andrea wrote a book about us.” Ohhhhh, the light suddenly dawns.
Turns out she wrote it and then put it into print through a self-publishing web site. I was stunned. We placed that work of art in a special display cabinet and it became a challenge to me. Thus began a four-year journey to research and write ‘Memoir of a Man’.

The book started out as a simple record. However, as I wrote, the book seemed to have a mind of its own. It was never satisfied with the format… the wording… the story. After two years I had enough of arguing with it and stopped writing. But every time I passed that cabinet, I caught a glimpse of my daughter’s book and I just couldn’t let her outdo me.

The book that challenged me

The book that challenged me

Current Status = Complete

The Illustration Assassin provided the layout and, what else… Illustrations!

MEMOIR OF A MAN is Available @ Amazon Books

 

The Thanksgiving Chicken

As a family tradition, we usually pick up a Turkey or Ham at Honey Baked Ham Co. or Heavenly Ham. A few years ago, however, I didn’t do my diligence and  the day before Thanksgiving found us at the local grocery chain scrounging for an ‘unfrozen’ turkey.

Being in a hurry I saw, what I thought, was a small Purdue turkey in a bag. The small size of 7 lbs should have clued me off but I grabbed it and threw it in the oven the next morning. It was nice because it was in the bag ready to go and no prep was necessary. Well, everybody loved it and it was probably the best turkey we ever ate… except for one thing.

It was so good that I decide to get another one for Christmas. Back at the grocery I forage for that delicious ‘Turkey in a Bag’. I don’t see any in the meat section so I ask the butcher about the ‘Purdue Turkey in a Bag’.

He states, “We don’t sell anything like that.”

After explaining that it is a ‘roaster’, he looks at me strangely and says, “A roaster is a chicken, not a turkey.”

Oh… a Chicken.

Well, it was the best Thanksgiving Chicken we ever ate and I did get another one for Christmas. Now it’s become a new tradition in the family.

But, “SHHH! Don’t tell anyone!”

 

What I Don’t Know

My daughter is on the phone. “Hi Dad, when you get a chance can you stop by my house for a bit?”
I’m always thrilled to get an invite from her. “Sure, baby. I’ll stop by later this afternoon.”

When I arrive she gives me the perfunctory hug and kiss, then we chat a bit. “How are you doing dad? Is everything okay?” Seems like the standard fare. Eventually we migrate to her office and she asks me to sit in front of her computer.
“Dad, I want to show you something.”
She brings up her email and shows me the one I sent this morning.
“Hi Andrea, just saw the cartoons you did online and think they are great! Good work.”
I grin and look up at her but she isn’t smiling. She motions me back to the screen with a nod of her head and brings up an email from a few months ago, again from me.
“Hey Andrea, I was just on your web site and saw your cartoons. Don’t know how I missed them all this time. Really great!”
I have to grin again, this time at myself. “I completely don’t remember sending that.” But then I’ve always been somewhat forgetful.
She brings up another similar email from 3 weeks ago. Then 2 weeks. Last week. Yesterday. A fear begins to grip my heart as I struggle to understand the implications. I Look up, speechless. A tear trickles across her cheek.

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Although this is a dramatization, Alzheimer’s is very real for more than 5 Million people* and their friends and family.

“In 2012, 15.4 million caregivers provided more than 17.5 billion hours of unpaid care valued at $216 billion.”*

Please take a moment to help and encourage someone in need today.

Get the Facts at alz.org

See Andrea’s Cartoons at AndreaHyonTaylor.com or direct link Andrea’s Comics

* Statistics from alz.org/alzheimers_disease_facts_and_figures

Live Die Who Cares

It’s no use

Can’t go on

Pain is too great

Life isn’t worth it

I’m better off dead

Suicide…

 

Facts – The United States suicide rate in 2010 was 38,3641 and is the 10th leading cause of death2. An average of one person every 13.7 minutes kill themselves. There are over 900,000 estimated attempts.

That is thirty-eight thousand, three hundred and sixty-four too many deaths and close to a million people in need. We mourn for our families, friends, neighbors, and our people.

Read a Great Post about a girl and her family doing something about it and join in if you can.

At first, they ordered just 500 wristbands, but at their one year mark, they had over 14,000 wristbands circulating across the country.

See An Interview with Emily Dayton

http://projectlighttolife.wordpress.com/2013/10/04/interview-with-emily-dayton/

1 U.S.A Suicide: 2010 Official Final Data / suicidology.org

2 Suicide in the U.S. : Statistics & Prevention nimh.nih.gov