29 April 2010

Two Become One in Skydiving Stunt

Scouts give Pin for Video Games

This from Lockergnome…unbelievable

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Forget about starting fires with sticks and setting up tents in the wilderness. Since videogames are played by the vast majority of children across the United States, the Boy Scouts of America have decided to get with the times. They will be offering a Video Games belt loop and pin to the Cub Scouts. No, I'm not kidding. I only wish I were.

To earn the belt loop, the kids must explain why it is important to have a rating system for video games, and check their video games to be sure they are appropriate. With the help of an adult, they have to create a schedule to do things such as chores and homework... and still fit in game time. They have to "do their best" to follow the schedule. And last - but not least - they have to learn to play a new game that is approved by their parent, guardian or teacher.

There are more steps to go through in order to receive the pin. They'll need to create a plan to buy an appropriate video game. Next up, they must compare two gaming systems, explaining the differences between them. Another step requires them to play a game with family members in a tournament. They'll need to teach one of their favorite games to an adult or friend. At least there's some writing involved when they have to make a list of tips for someone who is trying to learn a new game. Playing a game with a friend for one hour shouldn't be much of a stretch. Installing a game system with adult supervision is likely something they've already done, as well. The only halfway interesting step in this process is when they have to think of a game they want to buy and compare pricing at three different stores to find the best deal.

What happened to the days when the Boy Scouts learned things that added value to their life in some way? I recall having to do things like learn how to save a person's life. I'm sure I would have enjoyed getting rewards for playing games, but I just don't see how that would have really added something important to my education and the way I turned out as an adult.

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Have You Seen This New High Tech Device?

 CHECK THIS THING OUT 

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28 April 2010

Beer holder

COMING SOON TO YOUR LOCAL WAL-MART (Already in all Arkansas stores)

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Garages to die for

Fish Not So Healthy after all

Enjoy eating fish?  Best to catch your own!

http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/835.html

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Flip Flops...they're not for everyone

Click here to download:
Flip Flops.wmv (12443 KB)

Or too much booze not for everyone

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Empire State Building Construction Photos

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EmpireStateBldg--rm.pps (1454 KB)

Empire State Building Construction Photos - classic

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Sugar Anyone? - Eye Opener

WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO PRESENT THIS... Quite an eye opener!

We know the facts, but this brings perspective quickly, doesn't it? Each cube is a teaspoonful.

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Out of the mouths of babes...

While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room.  As she went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent.  Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother's lap and  walked over to the wheelchair.  Placing his hand on the  man's, he said, 'I know how you feel.  My mom makes me ride in the stroller too.'
 *****


As I was nursing my baby, my cousin's six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing.  After mulling over my answers, she remarked, 'My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them.'
 *****

Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a  little wistful.  'In ten years,' I said, 'you'll want to  be with your friends and you won't go walking, biking, and  swimming with me like you do now."  Carolyn shrugged and told Grandma,  'In ten years you'll be too old to do all those things anyway.'
 ******

Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to  children.  One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her needle. 'No, no, no!' she screamed.  'Lizzie,' scolded her mother, 'that's not polite behavior.'  With that, the girl yelled even  louder, 'No, thank you!  No, thank you!'
 ******

  On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, 'Dad, I know babies come from mommies' tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?'  After my son hemmed and hawed awhile,  my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, 'You don't have to make up something, Dad.  It's okay if you don't know the answer.'
 *****

Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I  sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to  him.  'I'm going to be away for a long time,' I told  him.  'I'm going to Iraq.'  'Why?' he asked.  'Don't you know there's a war going on  over there?'
 *****

  Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases.  One afternoon, he and his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids.  A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie star, explained, 'That's the man who made this camp possible.  Maybe you've seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle?'  Blank stares.  'Well, you've probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.'  An eight-year-old girl perked  up.  'How long was he missing?'
 *****

  His wife's graveside service was just barely finished, when  there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.  The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, 'Well, she's there.'
 *****

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23 April 2010

Tow Rope Wedgie

Someone who does not kwon how to use a tow rope ski lift

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Vietnam - Lost Hero's

First click on a state. 

When it opens, scroll down to the city and the names will appear.  Then click on their names.  It should show you a picture of the person, or at least their bio and medals. This really is an amazing web site.  Someone spent a lot of time and effort to create it. I hope that everyone who receives this appreciates what those who served in Vietnam sacrificed for our country.

The link below is a virtual wall of all those lost during the Vietnam War with the names, bio's and other information on our lost heroes.  Those who remember that timeframe, or perhaps lost friends or family can look them up on this site.

Pass the link on to others if you like.

http://www.virtualwall.org/iStates.htm

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Texas Commission on Environmental Quality Investigation; Limestone County, Texas

Welcome to the Real World

Since the principles outlined below seemed to work for the richest man in the world, I thought that I would share them all with you.  

This should be posted in every school!

Love him or hate him , he sure hits the nail on the head with this!
Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1 : Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2 : The world doesn't care about your
self-esteem.. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6 : If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault , so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now... They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

 

 

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22 April 2010

Weighing the Evidence on Exercise

The newest science suggests that exercise alone will not make you thin, but it may determine whether you stay thin, if you can achieve that state.

Does working out really help you lose weight — or keep it off?

http://nyti.ms/cEcG1N

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Robert Duncan Paintings - Enjoy

Such a talent.

 

Take your time.

 

Music included

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It's not often women win the Masters...

ESPN.com 
By Rick Reilly 

AUGUSTA, Ga. -- It's not often women win the Masters, but they did Sunday. 

Actually, Phil Mickelson won, but for millions of women around the country, it must feel like a lipstick-sized victory. Mickelson, in case you forgot, is the guy who stayed true to his wife. He's the guy who's been missing tournaments the last 11 months while he flies her back and forth to a breast cancer specialist in Houston. He's the guy who didn't need reminding that women are not disposable. 

Mani-pedis for everybody! 

Also winning Sunday: karma, which proved to be alive and well. And guys who never had a temper in the first place. And endings that make you wipe your tears on the couch pillows. 

Mickelson is the guy whose heavy head on the bed pillow lately wasn't self-inflicted. Both his wife, Amy, and his mother, Mary, have breast cancer. Usually, those two are at every tournament he's in, but for the last year they've been fighting, resting, and fighting again at home. And Mickelson has gone back to his rented homes alone. 

So when Amy turned up on the 18th green Sunday at Augusta National for the first time in 11 months and Mickelson practically fell into her outstretched arms, you wanted to hug somebody yourself. Mickelson hugged and cried. And his wife hugged and cried. And his coach and his caddy hugged and cried. And 10 minutes later, the caddy was still crying.  "This is way beyond golf," said caddy Jim "Bones" Mackay, who's been with Mickelson for 19 years. "This is about a guy who loves his wife. This is about a guy who had a really hard year. Twenty years from now, nothing will compare with this. This is his greatest win, by far; because of Amy, because of his mom, everything. God bless all those women that go through what Amy and Phil's mom have gone through. Because I've seen it and it ain't easy." 

"Of all the majors I've been involved in," said Mickelson's coach, Butch Harmon, "be they with Tiger, Phil, anybody, this is the most emotional by far. This year has been a big, big strain on him. His game has suffered. What he really wanted was to be home with his family." 

You figured a guy who came into this Masters having played only seven tournaments this year -- and never placing better than eighth in any of them -- would have a snowball's chance. But something melted in him when his wife and three kids showed up for the first time in nearly a year on Tuesday. 

"He just had this peace to him that I haven't seen in awhile," said Bones. 

Amy was still hurting, so she wasn't able to come to the golf course, but it was close enough. Each morning, Mickelson would take his oldest, Sophie, to a local coffee shop and play chess for an hour. At night, the whole brood would watch dumb movies. Mickelson came through that door each night after work like it was Christmas morning. You don't know how dispiriting it is to come home after a long day to a strange, empty house. Come to think of it, maybe Tiger knows. 

"It's been tough," Mickelson said. "The meds that she's been taking have been very difficult and she didn't feel well and she doesn't have energy and she's not just up for a lot. But to have her here, man …" 

Amy Mickelson is the kind of walking rainbow that could put a smile on a mortician's face, so when she showed up, everything started looking up. The golf gods started raining favors down on Mickelson's curly hair. On Saturday, golf balls started going into tiny little cups from great distances. Sunday, it got even better: 

At 9: ball hits tree, bounces back into fairway. Par. 

At 10: ball hits tree, bounces back into playable territory. Par. 

At 11: ball hits fan, bounces into short, happy grass. Par. 

"Got an assist there," Mickelson said. 

Did the guy say anything? 

"Ouch?" Mickelson guessed. 

The big lefty took it from there. 

At 12: looked into his "book of reads" for the 20-foot putt -- the green-studying book that Bones and he spent "days and days" putting together on a trip this year to Augusta -- and buried it. Birdie. 

At 13: pulled off the most audacious, swashbuckling shot of his life at 13 -- from the right woods, off pine straw, through two trees (4 feet apart), over Rae's Creek, from 207 yards, to 3 feet. Two-putt birdie. 

At 15: smashed an 8-iron from 205 yards -- yes, 8-iron to 15 feet for a 2-putt birdie. 

Suddenly, the guy who'd spent a career being eaten alive by Woods had left him 5 shots behind. It was only a matter of lag for par, lag for par, 10-foot birdie and get the Kleenex ready. 

"I saw Amy just before I putted," Mickelson said. "That was so great. I mean, I didn't know if she would be there. To walk off the green and share that with her is just very, very emotional. We'll remember this [for] the rest of our lives." 

Contrast that with Woods, who spent the week reverting to form -- acerbic answers, sprayed swear words, and curt interviews. He finished fourth, which shows that the golf game is very close. The personality makeover, though, looks like it needs some work. 

Soon enough, though, Woods will win tournaments like this, pass Nicklaus, and order will be restored in the universe. But for this one Sunday in a flower-stuffed pocket of Georgia, the good husband, the good son, the good man actually got rewarded.

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Soon they will be gone

By Capt. Steven Ellison, MD
A MILITARY DOCTOR

This should be required reading in every school and college in our country.  This Captain, an Army doctor, deserves a medal himself for putting this together.  If you choose not to pass it on, fine, but I think you will want to, after you read it.




I am a doctor specializing in the Emergency Departments of the only two military Level One-Trauma Centers, both in San Antonio , TX and they care for civilian Emergencies as well as military personnel.   San Antonio has the largest military retiree population in the world living here.  As a military doctor, I work long hours and the pay is less than glamorous.  One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay, only more work.  Most often, it is a victim from a motor vehicle crash.



Often it is a person of dubious character who has been shot or stabbed.  With our large military retiree population, it is often a nursing home patient.  Even with my enlisted service and minimal combat experience in Panama , I have caught myself groaning when the ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local retirement centers that cater to military retirees.  I had not stopped to think of what citizens of this age group represented.


I saw 'Saving Private Ryan.' I was touched deeply.  Not so much by the carnage, but by the sacrifices of so many.  I was touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking his wife if he'd been a good man.  I realized that I had seen these same men and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what magnificent sacrifices they had made.  The things they did for me and everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict are priceless.




Situation permitting, I now try to ask my patients about their experiences.  They would never bring up the subject without the inquiry.  I have been privileged to an amazing array of experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept. encounter.  These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission to the hospital.




There was a frail, elderly woman who reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm.  She remained calm and poised, despite her illness and the multiple needle-sticks into her fragile veins.  She was what we call a 'hard stick.'  As the medic made another attempt,  I noticed a number tattooed across her forearm.  I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply said, ' Auschwitz .'  Many of later generations would have loudly and openly berated the young medic in his many attempts.  How different was the response from this person who'd seen unspeakable suffering.


Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific Island held by the Japanese.  Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his head from a fall at his home where he lived alone.  His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients.  Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet.  He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away.  With great pride we told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves.  My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours, and I couldn't drive him myself.


I was there the night M/Sgt Roy Benavidez came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time.  He was very sick.  I was not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his hand.  I said nothing.  He was so sick, he didn't know I was there. I'd read his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand.  He died a few days later.



The gentleman who served with Merrill's Marauders,



the survivor of the Bataan Death March,



the survivor of Omaha Beach ,


the 101 year old World War I veteran.


The former POW held in frozen North Korea   


The former Special Forces medic - now with non-operable liver cancer


the former Viet Nam Corps Commander.

I remember these citizens.



I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women.



I have seen a Congress who would turn their back on these individuals who've sacrificed so much to protect our liberty.  I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these same liberties, won with such sacrifice.



It has become my personal endeavor to make the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when I encounter them in our Emergency Dept.  Their response to these particular citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next generation.



My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing.  Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note.  We should all remember that we must 'Earn this.'


Written By CAPT. Stephen R. Ellison, M.D. US Army

If it weren't for the United States Military, there'd be NO United States of America ! 

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