It is hard to believe that the month of March is quickly approaching us. March is a busy month, besides the beginning of spring and all that goes along with that. If the groundhog was right we are to expect an early spring which I don’t know of anyone that isn’t happy to hear that.
The month of March brings a ton of birthdays to friends and family. I always know that I will be broke in the month March because of all the birthdays. And I’m still trying to recover from Christmas just a few months ago. Right now I am looking at various electric guitars for sale online to give to my nephew on Easter which is in March this year, along with Daylight Savings Time, Saint Patrick’s Day and if I remember correctly Palm Sunday.
I will be seeing my nephew at the family Easter dinner and since I didn’t get to hook up with him over the Christmas holiday season I figured I’d make it up to him on Easter. He is a good kid, the oldest and the one that seems like he just might make a contribution in this world some day. Guess he is really my favorite. I was there when he was born and baby sat him up until they up and moved away to Colorado a few years ago. It will be good to see them all again. I will pull him aside of course and present him with it in private, so as not to draw a lot of attention from all the others that will be there that day.
It is so refreshing to hear some good, exciting positive news for once. I swear it seems like all I hear is sob stories from friends and family, co-workers and neighbors, along with all the other people who I come in contact with while I’m going about my daily business. Believe me I have had my own issues along the way as well. It’s just that it gets to me sometimes being surrounded by such pain and misery as what is being experienced since this economy crisis just keeps ruining people’s lives in so many ways, as you well know.
Once in a great while I will run across someone who has just gotten married and are buying a new home or having their baby and seem to be healthy and happy, weathering the storm fairly well with a big genuine smile on their face. Today while I was standing in line at the bank, I over heard the bank teller telling the customer in front of me about how excited she was over finding out that her 22-year-old step-son has finally “snapped out of it” as she put it and has been seriously looking into training to be mortgage broker something that he can do from home online. I have been going to this bank for so long that I know all the good folks that work there, so I didn’t feel bad about over hearing their conversation and having her (the bank teller) elaborate a bit more of her good news while taking care of my transactions. I just loved the look of happiness and pride on her face and wanted to savor every moment of that glow, because those types of faces have been few and far between these past 6 years.
Unfortunately there is still no light at the end of the tunnel which would provide so many people with some kind of hope.
With unemployment reaching record high percentages, a lot of workers are getting the attitude from their boss that they should take on more work, accept less pay, and be grateful that they even have a job. Be especially grateful if you have any benefits. So, to be proactive about my own job I’ve decided to polish my resume. I looked it over last night, which was a nice confidence booster. After all, you never look so good to people as you are seen on your resume. But one thing that I decided was lacking is a new certification. I want my employer to know that I am constantly learning and growing in my responsibilities and therefore becoming more valuable to my company. The web site www.quickcert.com offers online courses to get certifications in the top IT fields, such as database administrator, developer and technician. I can study the Network+ Training coursework I need to further my certifications on my time, at my pace. And they guarantee that I will learn what I need to pass the exam.
Today I bought a few new domain names. I decided that I wanted to have certain dot coms and since they were available it made sense to buy them before someone else gets them. It is kinda cool owning some internet real estate. At first I thought I would put the new domain names on the same web hosting server as my blog, but then I thought I might be better off spreading them around between different servers. So I checked the www.webhostingchoice.com site to read up on which web hosting choice makes the most sense for my hosting needs. I like the way this site has reviews and in-depth comparison charts, so you can learn the good and the bad about each one as compared to the other top hosts before committing to one.
The saying that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, certainly holds true with me right now. While looking at various New Homes Near Atlanta online this afternoon, this particular website had a slide show of some pretty amazing shots that just hit me with a flood of memories and emotions of times past.
We were lucky enough to have a summer cabin that sat right on this most wonderful lake. A nice sized cabin to fit all of us in. And we usually brought friends down along with as well. The walls were lined with bunk beds that we actually painted ourselves using stencils and spray paint.You could certainly tell the difference of which beds belonged to the girls and which ones belonged to the guys according to the colors of paint used and the designs of the stencils. I remember mine had the planets, the stars, the moon and rockets all over mine.
We had a dock, much like the one is this picture, that we spent so much of our time on during the lazy days of a youth’s summer. Swimming, boating, water skiing, fishing, crabbing, jet skiing and countless hours of just sitting and basking in the fresh air and getting some pretty great tans by the end of the summer. We never even heard of sun block back then. In fact we used baby oil to attract the sun to ourselves. No wonder so many people of my generation are dealing with skin cancer issues, we just didn’t know any better, yet.
It just totally amazes me how many types of summer camps there are out there for today’s kids that are able to able them. Actually a good amount of these “specialty camps” aren’t always limited to the summer months. I truly believe that there is virtually a camp some where out there that has exactly what you are looking for and when you want it to be done. Now I can’t guarantee that there will be an opening though. Some of these more popular camps have long waiting lists, but at least they have a waiting list.
I ran across this short article today that I had Bookmarked about Smokey The Bear and it reminded me of the summer camps that I used to go to when I was a kid. My best friend and I would always go to the same camp and boy didn’t we have some great times at that place. It wasn’t anything really special, just the basic camp stuff. We had a pool and a lake with a rope swing, which we used as much as we could possibly manage to squeeze in. Forget the pool, the lake with the rope swing ruled. We didn’t have zip lines, rock climbing walls or horses, we did have a horse shoe pit though. I was pretty good at horse shoes back then. The only part we didn’t like were the chores, especially when it was your turn for latrine duty since all we had were those 6 nasty wooden outhouses. Man those things were nasty to be in no matter how much you cleaned them. I’ve always hated outhouses ever since then.
SMOKEY THE BEAR
In 1942, at the peak of World War II, U.S. officials realized that forest fires could jeopardize nation security. They began a poster campaign about fire prevention. In 1944, the posters featured Disney’s Bambi. But in 1945, the Forest Service introduced its own character – Smokey the Bear (named after “Smokey Joe” Martin, assistant fire chief in New York City from 1919 to 1930). The campaign was successful, but it really took off in 1950, when an orphaned bear cub was rescued from a fire in New Mexico and was nursed back to health by a forest ranger’s family. They named him Smokey and sent him to the National Zoological Park in Washington, D.C. . . . where he became a popular attraction as a living icon. He got so much mail that the postal service gave him his own zip code.