WE DID IT!!!

  Hi everyone, another day winding down.  I hope this was a constructive Tuesday for all of you, I have always found that when I accomplish more than sitting my tail on the couch watching television all day, I not only feel better about myself, but I sleep much better.  That's just me though, I know different thing's work for different people.  We ALL need that one day now and then where we do absolutley nothing but the the three major function's, eat, go to the bathroom and sleep.  Here lately with me, I've had too many of those "do nothing" day's.  As I sit here typing away, I still haven't come up with the subject I want to touch on this evening, or the title to this post.  I've had several idea's rolling around my head through out the day, but none of them have been the "THAT"S IT" subject.  So, the thinking cap is going on and I'm just going to start typing, or as I like to call it, "heart to head to hand's to paper."  Be back in a few...

  This subject has been the originator of war's from the beginning of time, so I had some hesitancy as to whether or not to touch on it.  Many of you guessed that the subject might be religion or faith--!!!BUT WAIT!!!--, I'm not a preacher or a priest, I don't even go to church, unless I'm invited to a church wedding.  So why in the world would I want to touch on the one subject I don't know much about, and why would you want to read about it?  I will tell you right up front, you believe the way you want to believe, and I'll do the same.  I stopped believing in any one form of organized religion year's ago.  I had to find what type of spirituality worked for me, after year's of praying and searching, I finally did.  The Good Lord and I have a relationship that work's perfectly for me, for us.  I'm almost certain many of you may say the same thing, your relationship with our Good Lord work's perfectly for you.

  The one huge question I have heard through out the course of my entire life, is "If the Lord is so good, why does he let bad thing's happen to good people?  I've asked myself this question so many time's that I had to come up with a way to embrace the answer to fit within my own spirituality.  The subject matter of this blog is what I've determined to be the answer to this question, and keep's  my heart and my spirit at peace.  You may or may not agree, your free to post your response's or feeling's on the subject,  I honestly do respect your opinion's.

  To me, our Good Lord doesn't let bad thing's happen to good people.  We have done that to ourselve's.  I'm not a scholar, I'm not making up my rendition of what I percieve to be religous history, this is what I've learned to come to peace with, this is what work's for me.  Here goes,  back in the day, when ever that day may have been, our Dear Lord blessed every one with the gift of free will.  I can't see our Lord saying, "Go and make disease's that kill my children, go make the metal that makes the cars to drive fast to kill my children, make gun's, make drug's, , make missle's, make war's, make all of these thing's so that one day my children can say, "Why do you, our Lord, let bad thing's happen to good people?"  We, the human race , we're the one's letting bad thing's happen to good people.  We took that free will that our Good Lord gave us, and we've done what we've done.

  I know that a million question's could be raised from the one previous paragraph that I typed, like I said, this is what keep's my heart at peace during time's of loss and despair.  Thank you so my friend's for reading. It mean's the world to me.  Until tomorrow.  Love 

 

 

PAPA'S NEW AT BLOGGING!!!

  Hi.  I'm new at this blogging business, this is only my fifth post, and I'll be the first to tell you, the idea's for a blog don't flow easily.  All of the instruction web site's and even a couple of book's I've checked out all conclude to me that my blog should be told through my eye's, and my pen only.  I wish it were that simple, not only is coming up with subject matter hard as heck, but writing it in such a way to keep people interested and wanting to read the entire blog is the trick.  You see, I've got almost 53 year's of life's experience's to share with all of you, (I know, maybe 48 or 49, I just remember bit's and piece's from age 1 day to 5 years--lol) but I want to write about the lesson's I've learned, the experience's I've experienced, the people that I hold very near and dear to my heart, and past and current event's in such a way that not only will you read my blog, you'll be looking forward to reading my blog.  Like I said, I'm still new to the blogging world, but I will hit my blog's full steam ahead, put my heart in to them, and hopefully be successful.  I will be posting a new blog daily.  As soon as I learn how to explain how, and if you really wish to, I would really appreciate it if you would like my "Science of My Mind" blogging page on Facebook.

  One day or so a week, I  would like to dedicate a blog to a person who has had an impact on my life in any form, shape or fashion.  My hope is that it take's you as a reader back to a moment in your life that at that instant, you knew you'd remember for ever and ever.  There's been one little guy that has been hanging around me on and off for a few short year's who I'm writing about first.  I'll introduce him in a moment.
  I love my children, they are my family.  Every one plus the world know's that their my step children, but that doesn't matter to me.  Say something bad about my kid's, it will be like your saying it about my Mother, my Wife, or any member of my family, and I'll correct you real fast.  In order of age, there's Robby, who's 26, a great father to Kimberlyn, my granddaughter and a good young man.  Like any 26 year old, Robby is living and learning and I'm proud of him.  Then there's Jessica, who is 23, who not only share's her Mother's beauty, but also share's her drive and perseverance to achieve any thing she want's out of life.  I'm so proud of Jessica, she's getting married in August to a nice young man named Grant.  Last, there's Kyle, who is 17.  Kyle is a very handsome young man, who happened to become a father while he himself was still a child himself.  I believe with all of my heart that every thing will fall in to place for Kyle, and things will go well. 

  Which lead's me to the introduction of my first grandson,  Anthony Owen Buss.  I know when the time is right, I'll be bragging just as much about my granddaughter Kimberlyn as I do Anthony.  At first I thought, well, this young man is just going to grow up knowing me as his "Step" something.  My heart wasn't in it, that was until he learned to talk.  Being called "Papa", just melt's my heart.  I am Anthony's Papa, and to me that is just as important as being my Mother's son, or my Wife's husband.  Anthony doesn't know about "step" this or "step" that.  Every thing that my three year old grandson does, he does from his heart, his genuine, little heart.  Before I wrap up this blog for today, I want to share that moment that is probably right at the top of my most memorable moment's with Anthony.  As many of you know, I have Type 1 Diabetes, which require's several insulin shot's on a daily basis.  Anthony, would often come running when he heard I was going to be doing my shot.  He would watch with great anticipation as I injected the insulin in to my stomach.  The very next day, Anthony said "Papa shot", ran in to his toy box, pulled out his rendition of an insulin syringe, which is his favorite magic marker, stood right next to his Papa and did his shot.  This tradition carries on this very day. 

If that's not enough to melt a grown a man's heart, I don't know what is.  So for today Anthony, you are the person that has and always will have a little piece of this old man's heart.  Papa loves you.  Until tomorrow.  Love.

Walmart --- Good or Bad???

  I don't know if working at Walmart in the past makes me enough of an expert to write this short article about the world's largest retailer, but I'm going to try.  I'm not going to mention any names, I still know a lot of people that work for Walmart, I'll get to that in a bit.  I'm going to try to keep this as simple as possible, if I don't, I could see it getting very boring, super fast.

  I get so sick of hearing people bad mouth Walmart, The nay sayers speak of Walmart coming in to communities and driving small business owners out of business. Their have been multitide's of lawsuit's brought against the retail giant, most of them having no merit.  I don't understand how Walmart get's so many publicized complaint's, but yet continue's to break sale's record's year after year.  I know why my wife and I shop at Walmart, and I'm pretty sure (could be wrong), that's it's for a lot the same reason's you and your family shop at Walmart.

1.  Lowest price's around. If you find a lower price, Walmart WILL match it.
2.  It's a cool, one stop shop. (getting ready to use the word to a lot) Eggs, to cakes, to television's, to tooth paste to oil change's, to tires to pillow's, to prescription's, to paint, to sporting goods, to fresh flower's, to the latest music, to pet food, and the list goes on.  When you go in to a Walmart, your going to find what you go in there for.
3.  Clean, well lit store's.  I bet Walmart has one heck of an electric bill every month!  I've never worked for a company that is more commited to  keeping clean location's than Walmart.
4.  Open 24 hours a day. I'm not sure if all of the Walmart's are, but it is a NICE convenience.
5.  Friendly and Knowledgable Staff.  The associate's at Walmart are continually training to keep up with all the currents law's and change's that come to retail.  This company is commited to their sales associate's on the sales floor knowing what their doing, and assisting the customer until they 100% satisfied.

  Look, I could go on and on and state all the obvious reason's as to why consumer's spend a lot of their hard earned buck's at Walmart. Well, being a former associate of Walmart, I'd like to tell you a few thing's about the largest retailer on the planet that I observed while working there.  I loved, and I do mean loved, working at Walmart.  My reason's for leaving were of my own accord, but as you can tell, it was a great experience for me. If consumer's only knew what it took behind the scene's to make a Walmart work, day in and day out, it would blow your mind.  The Walmart management team where I spent most of my day's working were very professional and very respectful.  The Store Manager actually knew all of his close to 500 associate's names, I marveled at that alone.  From the Store Manager, to the newest associate hired, Walmart does every thing they can to make their location's an enjoyable place to work.
  In closing, let me just say, while an associate at Walmart, I developed some very close, meaningful friendship's with some really cool people. Miss every one!!!  Love. 


George
 

HATED!!!

Happy Saturday evening every one. I've compiled a list of a few things that I really hate with a passion.  I know we all have our own list's, please feel free to reply and let me know about something you really hate.  They say letting go of thing's that bother you has some health benefit, I'm just in the mood to belly-ache.  Here it goes,

1.  Stretched out ear lobes that look like you could fit a small frying pan in.  I don't know what in the world these people are thinking or how utterly ridiculous it looks.  I had my ear pierced as a teen, but it was with a small, tiny needle. These folks could fit a freakin' baseball through their earlobe. Yuck!!!

2.  Sunday only Christian's make my blood boil.  I'm talking about the people who show up to church on Sunday's to  give thanks to our Good Lord, and the minute they go back to work on Monday, their talking crap about somebody. During the course of the week, not only are they talking crap, their having affair's on their mate's, they insist that people are going to hell for life style choices and frown upon any other belief than their own. You know the type.

3.  Close proximity pooping.  I like to do my bath room business at home. Unfortunatley, while I'm out and about, some times the number two urge is just too over whelming, and I succumb to using a public bath room.  I know that if there are only two stall's, and some one has to poop, then there is no way to avoid pooping next to me.  What I'm talking about with close proximity pooping is when there are three or more stall's, I'm the only person pooping, and some one has to come in and poop in the stall right next to me!!!  In a three stall bath room, if there's only one person pooping, I will give that person the common courtesy of skipping a stall to poop.  I'm sorry, I don't like hearing you grunt and groan, then let out a big sigh of relief when your done with your pooping. If at all possible, have some consideration while doing your business.

4.  It makes cringe when I hear some one using the words "God damn".  There are 170,000 word's in the English language to choose from. To me it's just crude language, belittle's God, and belittle's the person saying it.

5.  People with two face's.  One would think that if a person had two face's, they would have more of a chance being better looking, doesn't happen.  A person with two face's is guaranteed to be uglier than the person with one face.  The person with two face's has a hard time looking me, or any one for that matter, directly in the eye's. 

6.  Pant's hanging off of heini's is a big pet peeve of mine. Look dude, I don't want to know what color your under wear is, that's why they call it under wear!  From what I've heard, the trend started in prison's when the inmate's were issued wrong size pant's, and they had to hold them up to keep them up.  Guess what, I'm not in prison, so I shouldn't have to look at your boxer's or whitey tightie's, which ever you wear.  It's not cool, it's disgusting, especially when your skid mark's are trying to make an appearance!

7.  Benefit's for prisoner's piss me off.  I know every one get's mad about this, maybe except for the prisoner's themselves. To me, it's not enough that just their freedom is taken away. Prisoner's have FREE access to housing, health care, prescription's, eye glasse's, three square meals a day, heat, electric, cable television, water, exercise equipment, laundry services, dental care and more.  Prisoner's need to have it harder than the rest of society that follow's and obey's the law, not a life of luxury!!!

8.  Soccer.  Enough said.

This conclude's my short list of things that I hate with a passion, but only for tonight.  I'll do a Part 2 some time in the near future. I plan on blogging a different subject every night, that's been my plan all along, but haven't been feeling the greatest.  I cetainly would appreciate you taking a moment to read my blog, I will do best to keep it interesting.  Until tomorrow, Love.

Years of Work and Worry

  I've been thinking all day about how I was going to write this particular blog.  At this very moment I search for the right combination of words so that people understand the humbling, tearful thought process that goes into baring certain aspects of your life for all the world to see, yet making a rational point at the same time.  My wife and I are doing ok, this blog is strictly an observation, not a request. You'll see what I mean.
  This past April, after eight days in the hospital, my physician told me that I could no longer work. At that point in time I contacted a disability attorney.  I know I've told people in the last few weeks, that I'm on disability, but I'm actually still in the appeal process.  I tell people I'm on disability so they don't think badly about me, "oh, that bum ain't working". Truth is I can't. Believe me when I tell you, and all of you know me, I'm a worker.  It pains me not to work.  We only one have income, and that is my wife's. Out of  her paycheck comes everything.  Thank the Good Lord for Dr. Madden and the Community Health Center, with out them, I would be hurting.  Thank the Good Lord for their prescription assistance program, with out it, I would be hurting.  Thank the Good Lord for the drug companies that donate medicine to me on a monthly basis, without them, I'd be hurting. 
  This past April, after being released from the hospital, and no longer able to work, well, my wife and I didn't plan for any of this to happen.  Financially, we were hurting, badly.  After a couple of days of not eating, my wife and I frantically searched for a local food bank.  the Good Lord delivered and brought us to St. Joseph's Food Pantry in Menasha.  Going to in to apply, I was nervous, I was ashamed. I had always provided for my family, provided well.  The lady who processed our application took all of the nervousness and shame away. She went on to tell me that she was a volunteer there, and we would not believe the number of people that attend this one single pantry.  We were then given a card, a box of essentials, and went through the line. Every volunteer that was working greeted us with a smile and a "Good Morning."  We went away with enough food for the week.  You know, I don't want to sound like a sap, but here goes..The next week we went back to the food bank, it was very, very crowded.  As I sat waiting, I actually started to cry, but so no one could see, wiped my tears just as fast as they were falling.  I'd never seen anything like this before in my life, there were well over a hundred people there, and there were kids, and kids were crying, I don't know if it was because they were hungry or what.  There was young, old, White, Black, Hispanic, Vietnamese, hunger doesn't discriminate.  I was able to help one young mother out who had a crying kid with a piece of candy I had in my pocket, in case my blood sugar drops, she was grateful, as was her little son.  You could literally see the years of work and worry on many faces, some people don't even look up, as though they had given up.
  I guess I'm going to sum it all up by saying that one never knows what another is going through. If your ever blessed enough to have excess in your pantry, please donate to your local food bank.  Thanks for reading.  See you tomorrow.

George

  For those of you that know me, this is something new that I'm trying. Although I've had my blog set up for almost two years now, I never followed through with it.  For those of you that don't me, let me give you a quick run down. My name is George Kuchenmeister, I am 52 years old, and at a lot of points through out the day, I feel as though I am a complete and utter failure at the game of life. I have my euphoric moments where for a brief moment I convince myself that every thing is ok, trying to mask the reality, no, every thing is not ok.  Some people age very gracefully, some don't. I'm one of the ones that don't. Like I said before, I'm 52 years old, I'll be 53 in a few weeks. I suffer from a variety of ailments, and those ailments are kicking my tail.  I TRY to keep the attitude that no matter how bad I have it, some one else has it much worse.
  After smoking cigarettes for 34 years, on October 18, 2011, I finally put them down for good.  Any one that smokes knows what a feat that is.  Before I quit, I was smoking like a freakin' freight train---almost three packs a day.  I am so glad to be free from that trap.  When I was young, (if your a smoker, I know this is you) I would have people always tell me, you need to quit.  I always thought to myself, "Self, I'm young, I have plenty of time to quit." I quit with the patches, it is possible. The reason I quit this time and failed all the times before was this time, I WANTED to quit. You have to want to quit to succeed.

  Like I mentioned, this blogging thing is new to me, so please bear with it as I become a master blogger. Different subjects on a daily basis. See you tomorrow.