Sunday, November 11, 2007


Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has
been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since
his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair;
and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies:
(don't spend more than you can earn)
and reliable strategies:
(adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; a 10 yr old boy expelled from school for bringing a 1 1/2 inch plastic gun from his GI Joe doll;and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job
that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
children. It declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a
student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and
wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better
treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her
lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded
in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his
daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To
Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you
still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing..

Sunday, November 04, 2007


Take a look at this and see if you feel the same way.


I have gotten into many arguements with bosses thru the years when they tried to have me sell things to people that didn't need them or to make service calls run longer.
I have a simple theory or priniple that I have used for years and it has brought me the most customers that ask for me to do their work. When I do a job I work for me, my customer, and my boss. All 3 have to be happy or I have not done my job. I have to be happy that I did a good job, . The customer has to feel that they got what they paid for. and my boss has to have made money on my call. Now, I will never sell what I don't feel good about, I could care less the profit margin that my boss makes. If I feel a customer would gain from an add on- I sell him what "I" would use.

If you don't satisfy a customer, they won't call you back and they will tell many how unhappy they were with you.
If you satisfy a customer- he might call you back or not.
If you make a customer happy or more than satisfied by going a little farther ( calling him by name, knowing his dog's name, changing a light bulb he can't reach- but you can) you are assured they will remember you and they will say nice things about you.

So, that is my goal- give the customer more than they asked for/ more than what they paid for, they will have you back.

That is how my classes have been held- I give out more than the students can possibly remember and don't expect them to remember 10%. Those that can pick up the info- are happy, those that didn't get it all know what is there and they soon learn how to absorb it or it will come around again and again differently each time. I try not to bore my students but expose them to the same material in a differnt angle each time. It is a win win.

My 2 pesos
BTW Antonio Graceffo ( the video)has been learning Kuntaw in the Philippines

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Friday, November 02, 2007


A professor got up in front of his class, he had been listening to the many bits of conversation as the class filtered in. Some of it was about the class, but most of it was just comments about clothes , cars, girls, and the latest movie. As he stood at his desk and called the class to order he raised a large empty pickle jar and placed it on the counter top.

He asked the class-" Is this jar empty or full?"
A young girl stood and said- "it is full of air?"
"Very good" he said, then he took a box of large rocks and proceeded to fill the jar to the top with softball sized rocks.
"Now, is it full?" A young man stood up and said "yes sir, it is full of rocks" "Nope" he said as he pulled out another box of smaller rocks and proceeded to jiggle them into the voids. "Now is it full?" The first young lady said "obviously not, there is still room in there" "Exactly" said the professor and proceeded to empty a bag of small pebbles and then a bag of sand into the jar. "Now is it full?" " No" said the young man, "there is still room for water to be added". "Perfect" said the professor, "Now what have we learned?"

A young man from the back row said " matter occupies space?". "No, I am afraid you have missed the point" said the professor. "This jar signifies your life, the rocks the important things in your life- health, family, friends, your education. The pebbles and the sand signify the small things in life- what show you want to see, what kind of car you drive, what clothes you wear. If you fill your jar with pebbles and sand there is no room left for the rocks". As he took the jar from the table top he asked. "Is your jar full of rocks or are you too busy filling it with sand?"-

"Class dismissed"