Hiatus.

Farewell my dear blogging friends...I am taking a hiatus.

I shall return...eventually.

UTPD

Ladies and gentelman.

Hold on to your seats.

The day has come that we have all been waiting for.

Yes, you know the day that I am talking about. I am sure that some of you have even experienced this day. It's one of those things that sneaks up on you without expecting it and before you know it....BOOM!

You have been tagged.

If you still don't know what I am talking about you are seriously missing out.

Today was my day...

 

Will you hold please?

Have you ever noticed that when you call a place of business, more often than not and only when applicable, they will ask you if you mind holding?

I have had this happen to me a few times in the recent days. And one day when I was feeling quite cantankerous the thoughts occurred to me, "What if I say no?"

Just imagine, you dial the number, listen to the phone ring and wait for an answer. The first thing you hear when the phone is answered is, "Thank you for calling (insert company name here), would you mind holding?"

Now what if I don't want to hold? And what if I say no? I don't want to sit here while you do whatever it is that you are doing and possibly end up forgetting me.

Sometimes you are just not in the mood to be put on hold, and it's not because you are impatient or rude. Sometimes you are calling right then, at the moment, because you need an answer right now. (I guess that it the flaw that lies within todays society, the desire to find immediate gratification in everything, but that is another topic for another post.)

I haven't had the opportunity to try this out, but I bet that 9 out of 10 times I will still be placed on hold. And to further this little adventure, what if my response to the question, "Will you hold please?" is "For how long?". Then what do you think their response will be? How often do you think they will actually listen for a response?

A Poem

Gather round little children,
Come, gather round,
And listen to the story of the great big hound.

This great big hound lived
long, long ago
In a little old village named Idontknow.

He was a sweet hound,
With friends, here and there,
Until one day he ate, the village hare.

Once his mind was made up,
There was no turning back,
Then all the villagers decided to attack.

Then this great big hound,
was tackled to the ground,
And locked up for life, in the village pound.

For this hare you see
Was no ordinary hare
It was the grand prize winner at the county fair.

It was prized by all
Villagers, near and far
Then the poor little hound was no longer the star.

So little children,
Let jealousy be
For you may become as the hound is, you see?

~Written by Me, Aug 10, 2006

Something to Ponder

Isaiah 64:8

"But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand."

What does this mean to you and how would you apply it to your life? It's a simple question. Can you answer it?