Stress

1stress

noun \ˈstres\

: a state of mental tension and worry caused by problems in your life, work, etc.

: something that causes strong feelings of worry or anxiety

: physical force or pressure

Hmm…major audit at work in 2 weeks.

2 Days after the audit at work, I have an Orientation class for the range. It’s fast approaching around 40 to 50 people planning on attending. And we’ve implemented a new system for identification badges. Which I haven’t seen yet, haven’t figured out how to get new members set up.

Rehearsal Dinner tonight.

My daughter’s wedding tomorrow.

Another activity on Sunday.

It’s difficult to remember that I don’t need to stress out.

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God

12 Years Ago

I asked one of the most important questions in my life.

She said “yes”

6 months later we were married.

 

I’d ask again today, tomorrow and every day of my life.

Love you Kimberly

A Request -Please Talk to ME

This goes out to all the fast food workers in the Dallas Fort Worth area; please consider it a polite request. I do my part. I shut off my radio or turn it way down. I don’t drive a car with a loud engine. I make sure that only one person in the car is talking when we are ordering. All I’m asking you to do in your part of the conversation is to:

Please TALK TO ME…..

 

Please TALK TO ME.….not the 1.5″ thick plexiglass window. I understand (and can see) that most drive through windows are the size of a postage stamp. But putting your mouth two inches from the window and 18 inches above it doesn’t help me hear what you are saying.
Lean over a little, look at me through the window and Please talk to me.

 

Please TALK TO ME…..not the blooming cash register.  I worked fast food in my youth. I remember the press of business and not being able to keep one order’s details in mind. I get it. So how about you look at the total on the register for my order, then turn towards me and verbally relay that information. Sound is directional; they may not have taught you that in school but it is true. It is very difficult to hear what you are saying when most of the noise is traveling 90 degrees from where I am.

 

Please TALK TO ME…..in a voice that audible more than then cell phone range from your mouth. I see the boom microphone firmly attached to your head. You can adjust the volume on it or simply lower your voice when you are talking to the person at the order station. But whispering in a voice that would make a librarian proud isn’t very effective when the person is sitting in an idling car. You might wake up a few coworkers (might help get the order out faster but that is a side benefit) but it would save you from having to repeat yourself a couple of times.

 

This mini rant, polite request has been brought you by This Old Curmudgeon.

 

 

Signs of the Times

I used to laugh when my mom or dad complained about some of their favorite music popping up in commercials.

Stopped when I noticed the same thing.

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Not one of my most favorite songs but definitely one from my ‘youth’. Here is the original

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Man, getting old stinks. Not the least of which is how often Karma seems to be laughing at me.

Quick Question

This is a combination poll and thought provoking exercise for a later post.

It’s really simple; In your life, name the 3 greatest responsibilities you have ever exercised.

 

 

For me 1. Being a parent, 2. Inspecting/Maintaining flight gear for Aircrews, 3. Being a Scout leader.

 

 

Wandering Thoughts

Can I say just how much I really dislike Material Safety Data Sheets; I mean Safety Data Sheets?
No, self imposed PG-13 limit on the blog.

 

Moving around the building; I can hear activity on the Fort Worth Police Department Firing Range.
Anyone want to guess where I would rather be?

 

Small consolation; I’ll be out at the Gun Club tomorrow. Might even do some shooting.

 

It’s going to be 81 degrees or so today. Tomorrow about the same; Great day for the range; not to mention the Annual Pancake supper at the Knights of Columbus Hall on Cooper Street in Arlington.
All you can eat Pancakes, Bacon, and Sausage for $7 per person.

 

Weather looks bad on Sunday; 50% chance of Scattered thundershowers. At least I’m better than those forecasters; I can guarantee 100% chance of scattered thoughts the rest of the today.

 

Why Prepping Makes Sense – Financially

Things have been tight for several years now. I was on reduced hours for 18 months in the 2008-09 time frame. Just got out of that and then She Who Lets Me Make Her Coffee Every Morning (SWLMMHCEM)  was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in 2010. Just over a year later, SWLMMHCEM was given in an ultimatum; either quit her job or be fired if she went to North Carolina to help with a family medical emergency. She quit.

We’ve managed okay. Not the greatest and not moving ahead but staying afloat. During this time, we’ve drawn some on our savings to get by. We still managed to keep our “financial preps” in place to a large degree.

Really glad we did.

Last month my term life policy expired and my premium previously around 80 bucks was set to sky rocket up — a standard ploy to get people to renew for another term apparently. Miscommunication and other issues occurred while we tried to get approved for another term life policy. In January the insurance company took advantage of the automatic draft feature we set up previously. The new premium (12.5x the old one) was drafted out of our account.

OUCH !!!

Got on the phone with the agent again; finished setting up appointments, etc — and was assured the increased premium would be refunded. Time goes by, no check. Appointments kept, medical screening done; no check.

We were stressed but not too bad. We moved money around from one account to our checking account to cover.

–This is where a strong ready reserve of cash / cash equivalent (money market account) comes in handy and is one of the first preps people should put in place IMHO.

Agent came over for me to sign application for new term policy and I had to write a check. Given strain on finances; we decided to make sure it wasn’t going to bounce. Good thing we did.

The insurance coming not only hadn’t gotten our refund out; they drafted our account again for the increased premium !

That was last Thursday. We were literally all out of money.

Again; preparation takes many forms including using a financial institution that offers over draft protection. We use such an institution.

We also had to manage for 5 days with no money in our checking or savings account. While working, running errands, etc. Several things could not be ignored; such as cars needing gas or phone bills being paid (family medical issues make cells mandatory).

Thankfully we not only had money in the bank; we had emergency cash on hand. Hated having to dip into it but that’s what it is there for, right?

So we dipped into our emergency cash — the second most important financial prep I think people can set up. Having money set aside; designated not to be used for minor or trivial purchases kept us going.

Luckily we have a very good agent and an insurance company now sufficiently motivated to make things happen. The refund was wired to our account. Not only did they refund the premium but they included money to cover the overdraft fees we incurred.

I share this tale not to elicit sympathy but to highlight the importance of being prepared. While we work toward major disasters or SHTF scenarios; it really is the day to day life issues where prepping really makes a difference.

We aren’t paranoid because we are prepare; it really is just common sense.