WHAT WOMEN SAY AND WHAT THEY MEAN

 


Yes
(No)

No
(No)

Maybe
(No)

You want
(You want)

We need
(I want)

It's your decision.
(The correct decision should be obvious by now.)

Do what you want.
(You'll pay for this later.)

I'm sorry.
(You'll be sorry.)

We need to talk.
(I need to complain.)

Sure . . . go ahead.
(I don't want you to.)

I'm not upset.
(Of course I'm upset, you moron.)

You're...so manly.
(You need a shave and you sweat a lot.)

I'm not emotional! And I'm not overreacting!
(It's my period)

This kitchen is so inconvenient.
(I want a new house)

I want new curtains.
(and carpeting, furniture, wallpaper . . .)

I heard a noise.
(I noticed you were almost asleep.)

Do you love me?
(I'm going to ask for something expensive.)

How much do you love me?
(I did something today you're really not going to like . . .)

Is my butt fat?
(Tell me I'm beautiful.)

You have to learn to communicate.
(Just agree with me.)

Do you like this recipe?
(It's easy to fix, so you'd better get used to it.)

I'm not yelling!
(Yes I am yelling because I think this is important.)

I don't want to talk about it.
(Go away, I'm still building up evidence against you.)

My definition of YOLO

 

 

  

Life is Art by Jim Rohn

In my years teaching people to be successful, I have seen that basically people break their lives down into two major parts: wealth- building and the rest of their lives. Having done a lot of reflection on these two topics—wealth and life—I am coming to some new conclusions about how to perceive the two.

Until recently I thought that there was a significant difference in how we should tackle the two areas. In fact, I thought that the two topics should be addressed in almost opposite fashion.

You see, wealth-building is just math. While life—Life is art.

Think back with me to high school. Most of us were required to take math and most of us probably took art as well.

Now, think about your final exams in the two areas. Your math paper was graded on hard facts:

Ten times ten is always one-hundred.

Thirty divided by three is always ten.

Seven plus seven is always fourteen.

Fifty minus twenty-five is always twenty-five.

There is always just one answer in math. The answers are hard fact, set in stone. Math is a science. It is formulaic. You can know the outcome before it happens, every time.

But what about your final art project? Art is much more subjective. "Beauty," they say, "is in the eye of the beholder." There is no one right answer.

Think of the different styles of the famous artists:

Renoir. Monet. Picasso. Rockwell. Warhol.

Different people find different styles beautiful, and that is what makes art, art.

So how does this fit with wealth-building and life? Wealth-building is like math:

If you add $1,000 to your retirement account each month and gain 7 percent interest over 20 years, you can know now how much you will have then. It is math. If you buy a rental property for $200,000 now and it increases in value by 3 percent a year, you know exactly how much you will be able to sell it for in 10 years. The beauty of math is in the knowing. You can work the system, set it on auto-pilot and the math does the work for you, and you know the outcome.

But life? Life is art. And that is the beauty of life. You do not know how it is going to turn out. Life, like art, is always changing. Different people provide different colors. When you make a mistake, you can go back, erase it or even paint right over it. You can change the scenery. Life, like art, is ever evolving, and what looks good to one person is of no interest to another. And that is what makes life beautiful.

Another lesson I think we can draw is that in life we should do our math, of course, but life isn't made up of just wealth-building. Wealth-building should serve our ability to live our lives. Jesus, the master teacher, said that our lives are not made up of the abundance of our possessions. He didn't mean that possessions aren't good, just that wealth isn't what life is all about.

So let me ask you: Are you spending more time on your math or your art? Do your math. Everybody should do their very best at their wealth-building plan so they can take care of themselves and their families.

But life is about the art. What does your canvas look like? What kind of picture are you painting? What kind of pot are you creating? What kind of statue are you sculpting? Take your time, make bold strokes, use brilliant colors, and make of your life the most beautiful masterpiece that you can.

In other words, do your math so you can focus on your art.

Baby Joke

Three men were discussing at a bar about coincidences. The first man said, " my wife was reading a "tale of two cities" and she gave birth to twins"

"That’s funny", the second man remarked, "my wife was reading 'the three musketeers' and she gave birth to triplets"

The third man shouted, "Good God, I have to rush home!"

When asked what the problem was, he exclaimed, " When I left the house, my wife was reading Ali baba and the forty Thieves"!!!

Ghandi was that kind of man...

One day while Gandhi was boarding a train, one of his sandals fell from his foot and landed near the railroad track. But there was no time to retrieve the sandal as the train began to pull out of the station.

Just then, Gandhi took off the other sandal and cast it out so that it landed near the first sandal. When a stunned fellow passenger asked why he would do such a thing, Gandhi replied, “Now the poor man who finds it will have a pair he can use.”

"I Am a Soldier"

"I Am a Soldier"

I am a soldier in the Lord's Army.

The King of kings and Lord of lords, the Chief Shepherd Jesus Christ is my Commander-in-Chief.

I am an “Intel” soldier -relying my information on the ones provided by the Holy Spirit and fellow intel soldiers.

I am also a “Communication” soldier who listens to the radio message of the Bible and talks to the Chief via direct communication called prayer.

The Word is my code of conduct.

I wear the Armor of God.

The belt of truth...

The body armor of God's righteousness.

The boots of peace...

The shield of faith...

The helmet of salvation...

The sword of the Spirit aka the Word of God... 

Faith, Prayer, Praise, Giving thanks and the Word are my weapons of Warfare.

I am being taught by the Holy Spirit and the Invisible Church,

    ...trained by experience,

    ...tried by adversity,

    ...and tested by fire.

I am a volunteer in this Army, and I am enlisted for eternity.

I will never retire in this Army for true soldiers never die;

But, I will not get out,

    ...sell out

    ...be talked out

    ...or pushed out

By the evil one.

I am faithful, reliable, capable, and dependable.

If my God needs me, I am there. ( loving God )

If my fellow brother or sister needs me, I am there. ( loving my family )

If my neighbors / allies needs me, I am there ( loving neighbor) . I am a medic soldier infusing the true blood of the lamb that gives life in them so they live eternally with our King.

If my enemies are thirsty or hungry, I am a “cook” -soldier trying to feed them the Truth with the True Bread of life and the Living Water.

My MRE "Meal Ready to Eat" consists of the fruit of the Spirit:
- Love
- Joy
- Peace
- Patience
- Kindness
- Goodness
-  Faithfulness
- Gentleness 
- Self Control

I am also a Ranger.

I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered,

    ...petted,

    ...primed up,

    ...pumped up,

    ...picked up,

    ...or pepped up,

By mere mortal men, but do need my King’s faithful support, unconditional love for me and intermittent prayer for me.

 

I am also a singing paratrooper and a color guard soldier. I am not a wimp. I am in place,

    ...saluting my King,

    ...obeying His orders,

    ...praising His name,

   …raising His Banner,

   …blowing the Shofar,

   ...and building His Kingdom!

No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards, candy, or give me handouts.

I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to.

I am committed. I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around.

I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside.

I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.

When Jesus called me into His Army alongside His angels, 

I had nothing, 

I was dead, 

I was His enemy on the side of the father of lies.

If I end up with nothing, I will still come out even.

I will win.

My God will supply all my needs.

I am more than a conqueror.

I will always triumph.

I can do all things through Christ, the Prince of Peace who helped me make peace with the Father.

Devils cannot defeat me.

People cannot disillusion me.

Weather cannot weary me.

Sickness cannot stop me.

Battles cannot beat me.

Money cannot buy me.

Governments cannot silence me, and

Hell cannot handle me!

In fact, I would smell the perfect fragrance of Christ that Hell would have to throw me up…

I am a spy soldier like Joshua and Caleb.
Even death cannot destroy me.
For when my Commander calls me from this battlefield or from behind enemy lines,
He will refresh me with the best R and R.

I am a “sapper” soldier, in God’s Army,
I'm marching to make way for the Lord, claiming victory like a "Special Force" soldier.
I will not give up.
I will not turn around.
I am also a psychological warfare soldier, marching, Heaven bound trying to instill LIFE psychologically and spiritually.
Here I stand! Will you stand with me?

Eighties boy

Enjoy!