CARTOON: Chop chop chop

Here’s tomorrow’s cartoon from The Clarion-Ledger. Yes, it’s one of mine.

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One of my favorite drawings…

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Just get on with it

Mary Beth West is a brilliant public relations professional based in
Maryville, TN (near Knoxville) — and she’s also married to my cousin
Charles
(from my grandmother’s side of the family.) All the Wests are
great people (I’m proud to be related to them) — but this blog she wrote about my situation blew me away it was so awesome. Thanks, Mary Beth. and I couldn’t agree more with Observation #3:

Why ask why?  Just get on with it!  That’s the best remedy for anyone stuck in this kind of scenario . . . get your prospects in order and start charting a new course.  Fresh wind fills your sails when you effectively distance yourself from the negativity of a past situation and take the steps to a different livelihood – however modest or bold those initial steps might be.  In many cases, the entire episode can lead you to new paths of opportunity – better ones, more lucrative, more satisfying – that you never would have found before.

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10 ways for State Gov’t to Save Money

  1. Get rid of the Governor’s Infiniti SUV and lease him a Smart Car.
  2. Unscrew the light bulbs at the Capitol. Abraham Lincoln learned by candle light and he became President.
  3. Layoff unnecessary workers. Er, you can’t do that. We’d have no Legislature.
  4. Serve Spam at the Governor’s Mansion.
  5. Pay college players and tax them 50% (with all proceeds going to Higher Education.)  The pay-for-play model works for some SEC schools.
  6. Paddle people who go over their budgets.
  7. Replace the State Plane with the State Segway.
  8. Make the toilets in Rest Areas pay toilets.
  9. Go green: Hook up a wind turbine next to the Capitol to harness wind power.
  10. Sell Phil Bryant on Ebay.
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The wisdom of a three-year-old

My son woke up this morning and his world was “normal.” He was loaded up in the van to  head to school.  As far as he was concerned, everything was just peachy —  until suddenly the van got off at a different exit. It didn’t go to his school; it went to a giant, frightening building.  He was taken into funny-smelling room with funny-looking people and suddenly all hell broke loose.  Nasty tasting medicine was shot into his mouth. He was torn away from his protective father and then the world went dark. He woke up and was confused. Pain shot through his body. A needle was in his hand.  He was in a different new room.  He was disoriented and scared.  His family was there to hold him, but he was still shaken.  What the heck was happening to him?

How many of us have gone through something like that lately?  I know I have.  I got my world rocked last week — and I know millions of other Americans have recently, too. Just watch the news each night. Layoffs and furloughs are sweeping across the land. Cuts are made. Dreams die. But as I think about my own situation, I think about what I saw my son go through today and realized the little guy played it just right.

1. When you get your world rocked, it’s OK to be mad about it. No one expects you to be completely stoic when you get dumped on.  Be angry. Vent. Cry. Throw a fit.  Be three.  But vent, cry and throw a fit to those closest to you. They’re the ones that truly care. Have a team of friends and family there for you. Put them on speed dial. They’re the ones who will hold you, support you and tell you they have your back.  I held my son as he was recovering. My family and friends held me.

2. Heal. You’ve just been through trauma. My son had tubes put in his ears and his adenoids removed.  I had my dreams altered.  Both of us suffered temporary pain that will lead to long-term good.  He took a long nap today and took really good medicine.  I took a couple days to mourn and vented to people who love me. It’s OK to heal your wounds before moving on.  I didn’t expect my son to hop up and press on. He had to get past what he went through.  I did, too.

3. Get over it. The amazing thing to me is by the evening, my son was nearly back to his old self. Kids are wonderful like that. They don’t dwell on past hurts. They just go one being kids. They look for wonder. They look for the next great thing.  They don’t stop being kids because something hurt. So your world got rocked. What good does it do to be bitter about it? Not much.  Sure, you have a right. My son has a right to pee in my shoe for what happened to him today.  But he won’t. He’s going to move on with his life and go on to the next great adventure. I think I will, too.

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Update

Son has snapped back quickly from his surgery.  Wish the economy was half as resilient.

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At the airport:

TSA agent just asked me, “Is that a bomb in your pants or are you just glad to see me?”
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Too darn serious

Sorry I’ve been so serious as of late. My world got rocked — which isn’t exactly a bad thing.  Lord knows, we all need to be shoved out of our comfort zones.  But I’ll get back to my old snarky self soon. Promise.

In the meantime, thanks for humoring me. I’m deciding who I am going to be when I grow up.

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Candle in the window

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I’ll always have your back

My dad, Dave Ramsey, who like my mom, has always had my back.

His little fat cheeks are red. His eyes are closed and a slight snore is coming from his nose. My three-year-old son had surgery this morning to install a  third set of ear tubes and have his adenoids removed.  The poor kid can’t catch a break.

I watched as he struggled to come out from anesthesia.  He’s like me — he’s not a happy camper when he wakes up from surgery. He was miserable. He was pissed at the world.

I held him tight as he floated in and out of consciousness. He woke up happy this morning and the world just handed him a pretty rude shock.  Welcome to life, little buddy. But while he slept, breathing softly against my breast, I whispered five important words into his ear: “I’ll always have your back.”

People in his life will lie to him. They will betray him. They will tell him one thing and then cut his legs right out from under him.  He’ll have his heart broken.  He’ll get cheated.  He’ll get used.  But he’ll always be able to depend on those five words. He’ll always be able to depend on me.  That’s my promise to my son.

I’ll always have your back, little buddy. Now get some sleep and heal.

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