Tip O' The Day

[RN-PRN]

Not necessarily true MA. My husband is a former mechanic and has always kept our cars in great condition. He does all the work on them himself if he can and always keeps up with the maintenance of them. He also hates when they are dirty or even have a little dirt or grass in them from the kids.

[Laffitupfzbl]

New tip! Our dog has a UTI. I wish I had a good tip for cleaning dog winkle off my kitchen floor, but I DO have a good tip for getting a dog to take a pill. I found out that if you shove it into a piece of mini shredded wheat cereal (we use the frosted kind) it goes down easy like Sunday morning. We got spoiled because he used to believe that pills were treats and would just wolf (not wuff) them down. Then he got wise and quit, so I used the cereal in a pinch the other day. Bingo!

[2Beers]

Peanut butter smeared slice of "plastic" cheese ( aka Kraft singles ) then wrapped up into a snug bundle works well also. Only problem was Panda had to take her meds for 2 weeks by the middle of the second week she just looked at me as if to say "really mom, again??"

[Mufasa]

(11-29-2010 07:37 PM)Laffitupfzbl Wrote:  he used to believe that pills were treats and would just wolf (not wuff) them down.

Thanks - I just spit Oreos and ice cold milk all over my *$#@!! monitor...

[Boomer]

Oreos? Somebody say cookies 'round here?

My mom used just plain old peanut butter for meds for our dog. She never knew it was spiked with drugs...and it did the job. Then my mom tried it on me with that darn St. Josephs aspirin that just made me gag....she ended up using her good blackberry preserves. Sorry - I needed a little spoiling now and then.

[RN-PRN]

My stupid dog will just eat them with his food....what a doofus. My good dog has to have them disguised or shoved down her throat..now that is fun.

[Dee]

While cleaning up my email today I ran across something a friend had sent me some time ago. Just thought I'd share...

LIFE AND BEER

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar........and the beer.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."



So there's my tip for the day -- go have yourselves a couple of beers / wine / the Macallan -- after you've played with your kids of course!

[Boomer]

Whoa - I think that makes sense! Pass me Balvenie please......

[NWoBHM]

Reminds of a saying an American colleague used to say - something like life is juggling glass balls, if you are going to drop any, make sure it is not your family, you can always get another glass "work" ball.

I remember, also being quite ill with depression some years ago. I was prescribed Prozac and some time with a worldly wise bloke who was there just to listen to me.

We did an exercise where I had to group pebbles in a pattern and then discuss what they were. I had my "me" pebble, my "wife" "kids" "brother" "sister" etc pebbles all close together - apparently a sign if the root cause of your problems is your family you tend to put those pebbles away from you. I also had a huge ugly rock in my arrangement - he said I know what that is, that is "work" - I said yes I hate it........he said then that is easy lets take it away, and he removed it from the pattern.......I felt my heart soar..it felt like all the weight was coming off my shoulders.........he then placed it back and said unfortunately you need "work" to support your family pebbles......all you need to do is find a different "work"...........it was absurdly simple.......and I never looked back after that brilliant moment.

[Boomer]

I only wish it were that simple. Unfortunately I am in a bit of the same boat where I "hate" work.....in fact my wife and I "hate" our whole life we have right now. Sometimes little things....like medical coverage, life insurance, dependable vehicles....all add up to something other than what we want, and in todays economy, trying to find a more comfortable situation just wont happen.

I hate my job, but right now its a necessity. Question is if whether it is actually worth all the fret and worry?