Majority Rules?

~ JodiLea

This “cartoon” makes a powerful statement, so I had to share it with y’all.

If it sounds familiar, you may have read something similar in the Bible.

13 Go in through the narrow gate, because broad is the gate and spacious is the road leading off into destruction, and many are going in through it; 14  whereas narrow is the gate and cramped the road leading off into life, and few are finding it.

Matthew 7:13, 14

I think about how society has changed over the past 60 years and I realize that a society is pretty much a majority. It defines the morals, beliefs, and what is good and bad, for most people. The popular kids in school were like that. What they liked, disliked, made fun of, influenced those who copied them. They copied because those popular ones had the power (they thought). The copy-cats mimicked their behavior, attitudes, and whatever could be discerned from watching them.

My dad called this “monkey see, monkey do”. To this day I have not thought up a better description!

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The Heat Index

~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

It is 102 degrees today – not a surprise.  It has been ridiculously hot this week.

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           Ridiculously Hot

But, you know – it’s a dry heat. Har Har.  Humidity would  no doubt, be so much worse!  Those two facts became very clear in my mind when I visited family in the mid-west.  The moment I stepped out of the airplane and into the walkway to the gate, I felt as if I walked into a sauna fully dressed.  All energy was sucked out of my body.  I wanted a nap and an air-conditioned Hotel room.

When I moved to the Sierra mountains, I assumed that cooler weather would be up here.  I was wrong.  Not only that, but it is occasionally humid up here also.  Summer storms make me nostalgic for the summers I hung out in my cousin’s basement.   Practicing our writing skills and deciding how much we liked certain boys.  We created a scale to measure exactly how much we liked someone.  We named it the ‘Really’ Scale because the unit of measure were “reallies”.

The scale was between Zero and ten.  You know, I really, really, really  like him.  That would give him a 3 on the really scale.  Not a great score, but you would probably go out with him again.  It was possible for a guy to change his score over time, either good or bad, so re-evaluations were often made.  We discovered that the Really Scale was fun for casual contact as well as dating. Passing a guy on the street, or in a store, we could communicate our rating to each other, by saying, “seven reallies.”  The casual rating was mostly based on good looks and general attitude.  The “hunk” factor.  Yes, mam’.    ThorWinking

What?  You thought only males judged and demeaned the opposite sex?   Good one!

 

It’s Thursday Already?!

~ JodiLea
Giggles & Bits

It has been that kind of week. Hubby’s alarm clock goes off on Thursday’s so he can open up the Sheriff’s substation on time. It’s a safety measure only because the sun blasting into our bedroom wakes us around 0600 in the summer. I take advantage of having a morning to myself to read my Bible, sew on the latest quilt I’m working on, clean something, and take my pup for a walk before the road gets too hot.

We walked at 9:30 because it has been cold this week. Overnight temperatures in the low 30’s I’m talking about. The sun is out and warm, yet a cold breeze hits you like icewater thrown in your face. It is 11:30 now and I am at my desk. It has a heater register right under my feet and the heater kicked on because it got below 60 degrees in the house. Although my fingers are busy, they are like ice.

No cleaning, sewing, or reading has occured yet. My morning has been tied up with dealing with an embarassing error in judgment. Sigh. I hate to admit this horrid mistake, out loud like this, but knowledge is a strong deterrent from stupidity, and I want to make sure that my faithful readers don’t take the bait.

I got totally and completly scammed this week. It truly humbled me. “I can spot these scams a mile away” I can hear myself say, in fact, I was convinced that I was far too smart for them. Well, apparently not. I got an email from a friend, who asked me for a favor. Why would I question this?

I blame the lobotomy I had in February. I can make excuses all I want, but it will not get my money back. It is gone. Not like it was my life savings. However, I feel vunerable and victimized, just the same. “Hoppin’ mad!” is how my grandma in West Virginia would have described how I feel.

No giggles this Thursday, heh? I will try my hardest to amuse you over the weekend, but first I must get my giggles back.

TTFN