<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512</id><updated>2012-01-25T09:35:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ''REAL'' F-word</title><subtitle type='html'>''FFF-F-F-FRUSTRATION NOT FORCE''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-4637939999430084619</id><published>2011-10-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:46:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''The LEVELS of FRUSTRATION'' - The ''STROKE'' GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zBrsX3bBoI4?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-4637939999430084619?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/4637939999430084619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=4637939999430084619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/4637939999430084619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/4637939999430084619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2011/10/levels-of-frustration-stroke-guy.html' title='&apos;&apos;The LEVELS of FRUSTRATION&apos;&apos; - The &apos;&apos;STROKE&apos;&apos; GUY'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zBrsX3bBoI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114005104123696486</id><published>2011-08-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:25:09.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were Painting a Picture about The LEVELS of ''FRUSTRATION''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbw9JRU57rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8viazlOBun8/s1600-h/icebergs_church_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024958513717833394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbw9JRU57rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8viazlOBun8/s200/icebergs_church_1.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A POEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;THE ''LEVELS'' Of FRUSTRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Levels of ''FRUSTRATION.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Level would be Confined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside a Tiny Box,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardly Any Air to Breathe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or Room to Move,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Relatively NO Place to Go,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And NO One To Help Out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Each Level The Boxes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would Get Progressively Bigger,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until you Reached The Last Level,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where There is NO Box At All,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And You're Free from Confinement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And You're in the &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;''LAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;WHERE ONLY LOVE EXISTS.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114005104123696486?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114005104123696486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114005104123696486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114005104123696486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114005104123696486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-were-painting-picture-about.html' title='If I Were Painting a Picture about The LEVELS of &apos;&apos;FRUSTRATION&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbw9JRU57rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8viazlOBun8/s72-c/icebergs_church_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-321331955290596031</id><published>2011-06-27T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:04:02.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTOLERANCE + UNACCEPTANCE - UNACCEPTABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2WUD-nhsmkw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;---Taking a stand against behavior you don't support. One must realize that there is a difference between the behavior and the person. She seems to be expressing her feelings toward an attitude that she finds ''distasteful.'' I think that many, more people should express how they really feel. I think that we would then broaden our minds to experience life more fully.&lt;br /&gt;---We find a feeling for the issue and a social feeling for the word ''fuck.''&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is very difficult to figure what the individual finds more distasteful. But, as we see...fuck is becoming more acceptable and we seem to be shedding a skin of unreality that will have a cleansing effect on our society...eventually. Remember when Lucy was pregnant on TV in the 50's...but not allowed to say ''pregnant.'' Social change always seems a bit slow to me...but, that may&amp;nbsp;just be to me. I think that this type of honesty keeps necessary doors open. I, also, think that many times a heaalthy ''fuck you'' would be more to the point...instead of making excuses for all those who may have conflicted with us, needlessly,&amp;nbsp;in our pasts.&lt;br /&gt;---People seem to be taking more of a stand on things...and have greater opinion and more of a conviction on how they feel on a vast&amp;nbsp;array of matters. People aren't taking as much shit as they once were. Just look around. People are growing up, but with that maturity comes being responsible for ones actions. One should ease into it gently and judiciously and still find things for the common good over selfish self-interests. Take Care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-321331955290596031?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/321331955290596031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=321331955290596031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/321331955290596031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/321331955290596031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2011/06/lily-allen-fuck-you-live.html' title='INTOLERANCE + UNACCEPTANCE - UNACCEPTABLE'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2WUD-nhsmkw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-8496280664362481925</id><published>2011-06-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:59:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the word fuck - A most ''flexible'' word</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/26UA578yQ5g?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or NOT...This FLEXIBLE word is gaining strength in ALL of Society. The Good News is that it is only as HARMFUL or HARMLESS as one wants it to be. You&amp;nbsp;can desensitize yourself&amp;nbsp;to it by saying it to yourself enough times. It really just is another word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-8496280664362481925?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/8496280664362481925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=8496280664362481925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/8496280664362481925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/8496280664362481925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2011/06/word-fuck.html' title='the word fuck - A most &apos;&apos;flexible&apos;&apos; word'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/26UA578yQ5g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-6667370222979266950</id><published>2011-06-18T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T06:36:59.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Music Video - Fun W/Technology [same song]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IPZuYwYxnL4?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Erma Bombeck...it is a positive response to life when we are able to laugh at those things that bother us,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-6667370222979266950?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/6667370222979266950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=6667370222979266950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6667370222979266950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6667370222979266950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2011/06/lily-allen-fuck-you-official-music.html' title='Official Music Video - Fun W/Technology [same song]'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IPZuYwYxnL4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-6509413727444804209</id><published>2010-09-11T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:02:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID R. - UNCENSORED VERSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-KqKnTtk_IY?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My FRIEND - David R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-6509413727444804209?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/6509413727444804209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=6509413727444804209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6509413727444804209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6509413727444804209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2010/09/110820-135840.html' title='DAVID R. - UNCENSORED VERSION'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-KqKnTtk_IY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-5280245950804927972</id><published>2010-04-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:02:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUGHNESS INCREASE -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8uelfNJaBI/AAAAAAAADJA/2P2RP-SvQsg/s1600/warningsignWE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461633339985848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8uelfNJaBI/AAAAAAAADJA/2P2RP-SvQsg/s320/warningsignWE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;---This, also, strengthens the immune system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-5280245950804927972?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/5280245950804927972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=5280245950804927972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/5280245950804927972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/5280245950804927972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2010/04/toughness-increase.html' title='TOUGHNESS INCREASE -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8uelfNJaBI/AAAAAAAADJA/2P2RP-SvQsg/s72-c/warningsignWE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-2649918561782440886</id><published>2010-03-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:09:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent To Child...About SEX (1966)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Below is the URL for video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S6TuM8iDzqI/AAAAAAAADHM/hV6AnA9WuM8/s1600-h/funny_wonder-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450743355199966882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S6TuM8iDzqI/AAAAAAAADHM/hV6AnA9WuM8/s200/funny_wonder-woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---I and many others have been &lt;em&gt;more or less &lt;/em&gt;screwed up in our upbringing concerning sexual matters. I found out about the ''birds and the bees'' from two male friends who really didn't know much more than the mechanics. They described sex in all its ''glory'' or ''unglory.'' As a matter of fact, other than ''utter disbelief,'' I thought I handled the information rather well. I mean...I didn't &lt;em&gt;vomit. &lt;/em&gt;It had nothing to do with love or making love, or anything like that. At least they didn't confuse the issue by introducing &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; variables I didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I remember being a bit ''appalled'' by some of it. I asked them if they were &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; and I said, '' I will tell you one thing, there is NO way my mother let my father go to the bathroom inside of her.'' I was pretty much emphatic about ALL this. It is good to see that my sex life got off to such a good and healthy start. Otherwise, relationships and things may have been a little ''rocky'' later on. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think I'll tell you about the GUILT and GOING TO HELL for ALL ETERNITY, at another time. &lt;/span&gt;I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/parent_to_child_about_sex"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/parent_to_child_about_sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-2649918561782440886?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/2649918561782440886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=2649918561782440886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2649918561782440886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2649918561782440886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2010/03/parent-to-childabout-sex-1966.html' title='Parent To Child...About SEX (1966)'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S6TuM8iDzqI/AAAAAAAADHM/hV6AnA9WuM8/s72-c/funny_wonder-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-113997827066886228</id><published>2009-12-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:21:17.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FRUSTRATION Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1dmB8ulQaI/AAAAAAAAC3U/YsnRz9xHhDU/s1600-h/traffuck_thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428920059485831586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1dmB8ulQaI/AAAAAAAAC3U/YsnRz9xHhDU/s320/traffuck_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FRUSTRATION - QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Picture: A Good Example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you ever plan on something, and then the plans were changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Has the telephone ever rang while you were doing something important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Has your boss ever given you too much work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been waiting in a long line, getting near to the time you know&lt;br /&gt;you have to be someplace else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever lost or misplaced your keys? [A Classic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Has your favorite TV show ever been interrupted or not shown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been stuck in traffic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If YES, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever wanted a different gift than the one you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever bought something you thought would be more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you find the ''picture'' above, a distraction, as you read about frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If YES, then you've probably experienced FRUSTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-113997827066886228?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/113997827066886228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=113997827066886228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/113997827066886228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/113997827066886228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration-quiz.html' title='The FRUSTRATION Quiz'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1dmB8ulQaI/AAAAAAAAC3U/YsnRz9xHhDU/s72-c/traffuck_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-6641153467332266498</id><published>2009-07-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:43:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL F-word...STAND UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lS_tlCLII/AAAAAAAAC3c/5iQBUtBu-jM/s1600-h/2baf6_tumblr_ku3cvatDt31qzvqipo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="243" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429462080292007042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lS_tlCLII/AAAAAAAAC3c/5iQBUtBu-jM/s320/2baf6_tumblr_ku3cvatDt31qzvqipo1_400.gif" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;Will The ''REAL''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;F-word...Please, Stand Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---From the standpoint of behaviors, it makes sense that I would choose FRUSTRATION as my F-word of choice. I think I have made a case for it, and since we ALL seem to be flirting with being frustrated, it seems a viable choice.&lt;br /&gt;---We, also, have FASCISM, to be part of the mix. If we take it broadly, we can define it as imposing our will on others. My way or the highway, comes to mind. The dictator, itself, could be the idea that things have to be done in a certain way...with some kind of violent repercussion, for those who don't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;---The Catholic religion was taught that way to me...with Hell always hanging in the balance. I could ''earn,'' an eternity in Hell, for the slightest infraction. It was ALL so unreasonable. Fascism fits in here, somewhere. The misunderstanding of Love, has made God, Jesus and the Pope out to be dictators...with NO room for developement. [Some of the Popes, actually, acted the part, and greatly promoted the idea that God and Jesus were dictators, first. They never, actually, said that God, etc. were dictators, they just portrayed, taught and, I would say, believed this, themselves.] That is what happens to those who don't really understand LOVE. Everything tends to be FEAR BASED.&lt;br /&gt;---I, myself, do not see life this way. I had to break my ties with the church to find out who I am...and to see what Jesus, et. al., were talking about, throughout the ages. I found that if one truly finds what LOVE is, himself, then he finds that many other interpretations are NOT necessary. BE LOVING. It is still the finest thing around.&lt;br /&gt;---The truth, then, is NOT so complicated. In this way, we can see that the way Catholicism was taught to me, makes it to be another Fascism...and makes Fascism another F-word, I have had to deal with. The dictatorship of thought that I had to deal with, has created much of my FRUSTRATION. Eliminating one has eliminated the other. &lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;Take Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-6641153467332266498?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/6641153467332266498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=6641153467332266498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6641153467332266498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/6641153467332266498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-f-wordstand-up.html' title='REAL F-word...STAND UP'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lS_tlCLII/AAAAAAAAC3c/5iQBUtBu-jM/s72-c/2baf6_tumblr_ku3cvatDt31qzvqipo1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-2746930228703525871</id><published>2009-07-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:57:23.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DANCING FINGER -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/TEHdBm7IylI/AAAAAAAADOs/pWIQ3ZImxiU/s1600/f_u_48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916040066910802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/TEHdBm7IylI/AAAAAAAADOs/pWIQ3ZImxiU/s200/f_u_48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/MOUS_kung-fu"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/MOUS_kung-fu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---For anyone who experiences those momentary bouts of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ANGER.&lt;/span&gt; It can be road rage. It can be anything. Since every relationship can have &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FRUSTRATION,&lt;/span&gt; every relationship has this &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;POTENTIAL.&lt;/span&gt; There we find the dancing finger. Pictured is a gravestone for an unhappy camper. That happens when we take ourselves too seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Click the link - ABOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-2746930228703525871?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/2746930228703525871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=2746930228703525871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2746930228703525871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2746930228703525871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2010/07/dancing-finger.html' title='The DANCING FINGER -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/TEHdBm7IylI/AAAAAAAADOs/pWIQ3ZImxiU/s72-c/f_u_48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-1196009372662538098</id><published>2009-05-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:30:57.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATION - UPDATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lUDO_SXVI/AAAAAAAAC3k/yT1Z1GS3nBs/s1600-h/0_1cdd5_3a301f9a_orig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429463240311725394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lUDO_SXVI/AAAAAAAAC3k/yT1Z1GS3nBs/s200/0_1cdd5_3a301f9a_orig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DEALING With FRUSTRATION -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I think that many of us deal with frustration, much of the time. I, also, don't think that we are aware of this most of the time. In my own case, I didn't expect to be living in a hospital, at this age. In short, I expected to be doing something/anything else. In general, we seem to be a lot of frustrated beings who do many things out of this frustration that cause and keep each other frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;---The best things I have found to do when I deal with this depression, is to do things that I like. Cheering someone up, works wonders. Talking with others is also a great way to take the pressure off. Using our creative abilities is a good mood changer.&lt;br /&gt;---Frustration is a large issue, and one we ALL deal with, usually on a daily basis. It doesn't matter if you are ''have'' or ''have not,'' staff or resident. Frustration seems to be looming somewhere. Learning to deal with those things that frustrate us, seems like a good strategy.&lt;br /&gt;---It always take two to tango, so I suggest we look at those who frustrate us as well as at those who we frustrate. In this way we are realistic in are viewpoint. The next time you feel frustrated - look at why you feel frustrated AND at why you have allowed another person's behavior to frustrate you. Also, peek at what else you may like to be doing, instead of what you are doing. These are different ways we get to know ourselves better, and that helps any/every situation we may find ourselves in. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Take Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-1196009372662538098?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/1196009372662538098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=1196009372662538098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/1196009372662538098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/1196009372662538098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustration-updated.html' title='FRUSTRATION - UPDATED'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S1lUDO_SXVI/AAAAAAAAC3k/yT1Z1GS3nBs/s72-c/0_1cdd5_3a301f9a_orig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-2870501665524235530</id><published>2008-04-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:13:10.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F is NOT for Fitting...either!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFTWqIyjWIY/Takk3v98hkI/AAAAAAAAFOw/RrBTX7JcbnQ/s1600/tumblr_ksajguNlE01qz7zvno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFTWqIyjWIY/Takk3v98hkI/AAAAAAAAFOw/RrBTX7JcbnQ/s400/tumblr_ksajguNlE01qz7zvno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-2870501665524235530?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/2870501665524235530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=2870501665524235530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2870501665524235530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/2870501665524235530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2011/04/f-is-not-for-fittingeither.html' title='F is NOT for Fitting...either!'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFTWqIyjWIY/Takk3v98hkI/AAAAAAAAFOw/RrBTX7JcbnQ/s72-c/tumblr_ksajguNlE01qz7zvno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114169037339735130</id><published>2007-02-14T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:47.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATION NOT FORCE - The  ''REAL''  F-word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz3FRU57zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hv_SaQ3vIxY/s1600-h/myparkingsign10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025162954161123122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz3FRU57zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hv_SaQ3vIxY/s200/myparkingsign10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FRUSTRATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To HINDER The Progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---How I see things is what keeps everything in some kind of order for me. For a very long time I remember having very little on which to comment. I remember having no opinion about anything. Then I understood that it is ALL about Love, and suddenly it fit together.&lt;br /&gt;---This is all well and good, but I finally realized that everyone doesn't see it this way. At first, I thought it was myself, and I was finally catching on to what everyone else knew. I just assumed that this piece of information was common knowledge. So many spoke of Love being the answer, that I was thrown by their hypocrisy. I would hear of Love from people who weren't very loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---People are GENERALLY and GENUINELY, Frustrated---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I now realize what the problem must be. The problem is ''Frustration.'' People are generally frustrated. Human Beings are generally and genuinely Frustrated. Somehow, I didn't realize this. No kidding, this is a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;---Frustrated from what, you may ask? &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Frustrated from being themself. &lt;/span&gt;It is very difficult to know yourself well enough to be who you really are. That is what we are doing ALL the time. We are trying to be ourselves. The only trouble is that we keep frustrating ourselves and others over and over. We are a bunch of frustrated individuals, doing a lot of frustrated things that keep ourselves and others frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---Quick Test: Frustration = Amount Of (REAL) Swear Words---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---As a quick test, the next time you want to use a swear word, check to see if frustration has anything to do with it. I'll bet it does.&lt;br /&gt;---If we look up ''frustration'' in the dictionary we see it means disappointment, thwarted, etc.. We can see how much it applies to our own life and to those around us. To everyone in general. It doesn't matter who we are, where we have been, where we come from, what we do, etc. We all understand frustration and that is from a first-hand knowledge of it. We all deal with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;---I see Love as being the answer, and the Understanding and Acceptance we have for one another. We find ourselves applying ''Love'' to each other, teaching each other to be less and less frustrated. We go from being ''frustrated'' to being ''Love'' or ''Loving.'' It is very important to allow the Kingdom within, the Kingdom of Love, to shine forth. We should not let our ''music'' stay inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---FRUSTRATION, Interferes With Ones Ability To Love---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---In psychotherapeutic terms the Ego lessens, sloughing off this frustration. It stops interfering with the Love, within everyone, from coming to the forefront. It expresses itself in Artistic and Creative ways as we see more people follow their Heart and reach their potential. Instead of the ''Mind'' controlling the ''Heart,'' we let the Heart drive for awhile and enjoy the ride. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''When the FORCE is alligned properly, FRUSTRATION tends to disappear.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114169037339735130?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114169037339735130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114169037339735130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114169037339735130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114169037339735130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration-real-f-word_114169037339735130.html' title='FRUSTRATION NOT FORCE - The  &apos;&apos;REAL&apos;&apos;  F-word'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz3FRU57zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hv_SaQ3vIxY/s72-c/myparkingsign10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114091048163314530</id><published>2007-02-10T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:55:18.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRUSTRATING CONTRADICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHY40V6PPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_2qnuTymPfs/s1600-h/fit-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035544329011739890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHY40V6PPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_2qnuTymPfs/s200/fit-in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BEING WHO WE ARE and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NOT WHO WE ''THINK'' WE SHOULD BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I think many people are caught up in this. Many of us are in pursuit of what we think we should be and never find the treasure that exists inside. Often we are told to modify our behavior and ''act'' in a good way or' polite' way, at the ''cost'' of being ourselves. We seek 'approval' at our own expense. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We Save Face instead of being truthful. &lt;/span&gt;Children seem to be especially accosted in this way. It's where the mold takes shape.&lt;br /&gt;---I am a firm ''believer'' in what we have within, and once people have cleaned out their muck and mire, they will be naturally good--and it Won't Be Acting. This is not an excuse to act thoughtlessly and to make others Your victims. It is important to be intelligent in your actions. All of us have this to go through. It is not an ''easy'' thing to do, but the benefits outweigh any ''hardships'' one may encounter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---We PLEASE OTHERS At OUR OWN Expense, Often---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Many times our families and relations have such a hold on us that we act in a way that ''pleases'' them or in some cases ''rebels'' to what they think, as opposed to who and what we would naturally do if we were ''free'' of all of this. Don't fret too much as our parents and relations, themselves, are probably caught in this also from their parents, relations, etc. Also, though, this does not excuse their behavior, either, or make it any easier. Work this out or get this worked out, forgive them, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;---Much of the time we find ourselves competing and comparing ourselves to others instead of ''being'' who we are. As long as we are faring better than our neighbor, or the next guy, we can ''feel'' we are doing alright. We put much stock in being in the Status Quo of things. Unfortunately, we accept pettiness as a reaity, instead of discovering and uncovering the Truth we have inside ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;---Find what is inside and don't settle. Don't get yourself caught in the point of view that is the ''common'' one. Realize what You have Within. Begin by telling yourself the Truth and watch it blossom. It starts there, Within Yourself. No matter how trivial it may ''sound'' at first, You will unravel the mysteries of Who You Are and ''Life'' itself, eventually. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[Freddy, The Polar Bear, is interviewed on ''The Chloe - Interviews.'' He talks about THINKING you're a Penguin.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114091048163314530?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114091048163314530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114091048163314530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114091048163314530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114091048163314530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustrating-contradiction_114091048163314530.html' title='A FRUSTRATING CONTRADICTION'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHY40V6PPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_2qnuTymPfs/s72-c/fit-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-115535662093272095</id><published>2006-08-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:48.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ''FRUSTRATION'' NATION ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Res39X0XJrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/76hDqSfsE8U/s1600-h/stop.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038182135649216178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Res39X0XJrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/76hDqSfsE8U/s200/stop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We All Frustrate One Another.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Realized This.&lt;br /&gt;Every Interruption Is - A Frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I Take You From Your Selected Task&lt;br /&gt;And Change Your Course,&lt;br /&gt;I Frustrate The Process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration! I've Noticed, is A Big Problem.&lt;br /&gt;Of Course, Love is The Answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But How Many Times Do We Frustrate On The Way There?&lt;br /&gt;Every Obstacle is-A Frustration!&lt;br /&gt;Every Speedbump is-A Frustration!&lt;br /&gt;Every Speed-up is-A Frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Takes Us From Our Natural Pace,&lt;br /&gt;Or Makes It More Difficult For Us,&lt;br /&gt;Is - A Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thread Of Frustration&lt;br /&gt;Seems To Be The ''Problem''&lt;br /&gt;We Seem To Deal With Daily&lt;br /&gt;In Our Daily Lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Really Have No End For This.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating Isn't It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except For LOVE, Of Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Honest Communication ''DELETES'' Frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-115535662093272095?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/115535662093272095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=115535662093272095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/115535662093272095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/115535662093272095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/08/honest-communication-deletes.html' title='THE &apos;&apos;FRUSTRATION&apos;&apos; NATION ..'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Res39X0XJrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/76hDqSfsE8U/s72-c/stop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-115536065899901782</id><published>2006-08-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:48.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEVELS of ''COMMUNICATION''  -</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RdqaN1PNhwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/iCM2fAWxC_I/s1600-h/zbp026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033505095959807746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RdqaN1PNhwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/iCM2fAWxC_I/s400/zbp026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The FIRST LEVEL of COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;NOT Knowing WHAT to SAY,&lt;br /&gt;Nor WHERE to BEGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Level Gets EASIER,&lt;br /&gt;As One Opens - Up&lt;br /&gt;And Tells The TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;About The SELF,&lt;br /&gt;As One Know It.&lt;br /&gt;NOT Looking Back To See&lt;br /&gt;HOW WE'RE DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gets In The Way Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Telling The TRUTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We WORRY If&lt;br /&gt;We LOOK GOOD,&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD Of ''Staying On Track.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If We ''Stay On Track,''&lt;br /&gt;We Will See That&lt;br /&gt;The GLOBE ITSELF Will&lt;br /&gt;SHRINK DOWN And&lt;br /&gt;We Will Be Telling&lt;br /&gt;The ''TRUTH -TRUTH.''&lt;br /&gt;And, We ''FEEL'' It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS A VERY GOOD THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Honest Communication ''DELETES'' Frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-115536065899901782?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/115536065899901782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=115536065899901782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/115536065899901782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/115536065899901782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/08/levels-of-communication-poem.html' title='LEVELS of &apos;&apos;COMMUNICATION&apos;&apos;  -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RdqaN1PNhwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/iCM2fAWxC_I/s72-c/zbp026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114090695959161935</id><published>2006-02-14T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz2CRU57yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hLx8u68HuKQ/s1600-h/myparkingsign9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025161803109887778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz2CRU57yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hLx8u68HuKQ/s320/myparkingsign9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''First-Hand'' Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---FRUSTRATION is something that I'll bet EVERYONE knows about from a First-Hand experience. It seems to be one those things that we, as humans, deal with much or most of the time. Who hasn't dealt with some sort of FRUSTRATION? I'll also bet you can relate to some of the questions above.&lt;br /&gt;---I've done a lot of thinking on the subject lately, and I see it is potentially there in ALL situations. You have one ''plan'' while someone has ''another.'' When they meet, someone is not going to be satisfied. FRUSTRATION. Since both expected their plans to work, someone is going to have to compromise. How well one &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''Compromises his Expectations,''&lt;/span&gt; seems to play a part in it. This is a part of the ''give'' and ''take'' of everyones life. We learn from these experiences. We soon see which cards to hold and which to fold.&lt;br /&gt;---We set out to go from point A to point B. Something gets in the way-a Roadblock. We can NOT go from A to B, smoothly. Something ''frustrates'' the situation. The Roadblock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---A ROADBLOCK Hinders Smooth Travel---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---Much Depends On Relationship With ROADBLOCK---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---If we have a ''good'' relationship with the Roadblock, then the problem is less. If we can't stand the Roadblock, then the frustration is more. It seems to work like this in all our frustrations- big to small.&lt;br /&gt;---For example, you sit down to a hot meal. A to B is to eat the meal hot. Telephone rings-Roadblock. How you deal with the Roadblock in this case is how well you deal with this particular A to B. Your level of frustration will reflect this. If the ''call'' goes well or not is seen in how frustrated you are. Some of us are frustrated before the meal even enters the picture. Maybe better days were put on hold a long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---Improve Relationships To ROADBLOCKS That Occur---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---It seems that if we want to be less frustrated that we should ''improve'' our relationships with the Roadblocks that come up. Or, maybe it is time to make right roadblocks that have come up in our past. If we see the same ones a lot, maybe we should look at our A to B, and be sure we are going with the ''best'' A to B, the ''best'' situation, we can. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114090695959161935?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114090695959161935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114090695959161935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114090695959161935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114090695959161935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration_14.html' title='FRUSTRATION'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbz2CRU57yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hLx8u68HuKQ/s72-c/myparkingsign9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114248936246491450</id><published>2006-02-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:48.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes- joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbxArRU57sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bim5se0tGwM/s1600-h/BritneyAsHolmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024962396368268994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbxArRU57sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bim5se0tGwM/s200/BritneyAsHolmes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Go Camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fall asleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes his faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;---''Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what do you see.''&lt;br /&gt;---Watson replies, ''I see millions of stars.''&lt;br /&gt;---''What does that tell you?''&lt;br /&gt;---Watson ponders for a minute. ''Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, it appears to be a quarter past three. Theologically, it is evident the Lord is all powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?''&lt;br /&gt;---Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks, ''Watson, you idiot. Someone has stolen our tent.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114248936246491450?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114248936246491450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114248936246491450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114248936246491450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114248936246491450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/sherlock-holmes-joke_14.html' title='Sherlock Holmes- joke'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbxArRU57sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bim5se0tGwM/s72-c/BritneyAsHolmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114091091217002020</id><published>2006-02-14T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:49.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FRUSTRATION ''FACTOR''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHa2UV6PQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lRduDgacDgE/s1600-h/myparkingsign6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035546485085322498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHa2UV6PQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lRduDgacDgE/s200/myparkingsign6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I Talk About The STROKE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JESUITS and SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A Dictionary Definition of ''Frustrate'' is- To make worthless or nullify. To thwart. This is very important to me and I think to many others, and it seems to be one of those situations that governs the other things that we do. I see where it applies to my own situation and I will share it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---''One Time, Pretty Normal.'' - EXPLAINS---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Not too long ago, I was pretty much ''normal'', whatever that is. By ''normal'' I mean, I could walk around, see properly and had balance without the aid of a wheelchair or any other device. I did have high blood pressure that was untreated, and I did smoke. This was not a good combination as both, probably, contributed to my Stroke. I'm sure. In any case, I'll bet it didn't ward it off.&lt;br /&gt;---In any event, I was doing alright. I could do much of what I wanted to do and I was not being particularly- ''thwarted.'' There was not a whole lot of frustration to deal with. For the most part, things went along fairly smooth.&lt;br /&gt;---June 2, 2002, I had a ''Stroke.'' I was 51 years old at the time, a bit on the&lt;br /&gt;young side to have this happen. A thumbnail view of what occurred is that I bled into the brain-stem area [where the brain and the spinal cord meet]. My mobility changed big time and I have had double-vision ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---FRUSTRATION FOLLOWED STROKE---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---This is where the ''frustration'' comes in. It is in the fact that I can no longer do what I could do. I am being thwarted, so to speak. I will also bet, and I'm sure its a safe bet, to say that most of us feel we are in the same boat, at least at times. We can no longer do what we could do. We feel thwarted and frustrated. If we take this a step further, I'll bet many of us can put our ''hopes'' and ''dreams'' into this category, too. The things we wanted to do, but never did. This is also the&lt;br /&gt;breeding ground for ''frustration.''&lt;br /&gt;---Feeling frustrated is one of those big ones that we see most people have to contend with much of the time. Think how often it comes into play on a short drive. It is not just reserved for stroke patients or people with an illness. We can see the way it pervades our Society. We make plans to go one way and we go another. Every day-to-day thing we seem to do seems laced with the potential for frustration. We are doing what we want and are interrupted. It leaves us with loose ends that are just ''hanging'', needing to be resolved. Many of us have placed ourselves on ''hold'' and never have quite gotten around to ''fulfilling'' what is still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---To BE Jesuit Priest, At One Time---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I was going to be a Jesuit priest at one time, which, to me, involved this kind of writing and giving retreats. It, in some sense, was a place where this type of thinking and communication was taking place. There is no point in beating myself up over this. Acknowledging the truth-of-the-matter is a very good place to start. I then realize that going another way has yielded a certain knowledge, also, and has had riches of its own. I have learned either way. To go one step further, maybe going the ''other way'' was my path to begin with. Its funny that we learn certain things in spite of ourselves. It sort of happens in ''another way.'' &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stroke Talk - The JESUITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0lvm2nmgxwx"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?0lvm2nmgxwx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114091091217002020?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114091091217002020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114091091217002020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114091091217002020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114091091217002020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration-factor_14.html' title='The FRUSTRATION &apos;&apos;FACTOR&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHa2UV6PQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lRduDgacDgE/s72-c/myparkingsign6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22358512.post-114132614067522807</id><published>2006-02-12T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:49.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are We So FRUSTRATED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbzytxU57wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QSoTy8xJbvA/s1600-h/myparkingsign0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025158152387686146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbzytxU57wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QSoTy8xJbvA/s200/myparkingsign0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHY ARE WE SO FRUSTRATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---We must first find out what we mean by frustration? To me, it means this; we want to go and do something, and something gets in the way. We want to go from point A to point B- but something is an obstacle to this. We want to do this and we end up doing that. We frustrate the doing of ''this.''&lt;br /&gt;---Frustration touches our lives in so many ways. When we are interrupted in making our plans, it is there. When we are interrupted in carrying them out, it's there. When someone starts talking when we're talking, it's there. When we are made to wait or make someone wait, it's there. How many times have you been doing something you thought important, and the telephone rings? It's there, too. Anything taking you from where you were and makes you deal with something completely different, it can be there. The situation, point A, is frustrated, unless you would rather be doing point B to begin with. In this case, why did you start at point A? It is in every detour, every speedbump, every time we are told to hurry. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We Make FRUSTRATED And FRUSTRATING Choices That Go In Line With The General FRUSTRATION That We Carry With Us.&lt;/span&gt; I would guess there are almost infinite possibilities where frustration can rear its head. I'd also like to point out that I am not exempt from any of this, I just happen to be the one writing this essay.&lt;br /&gt;---I myself use humor to make things more palatable to me, but I know all too well that every ''joke'' has a brunt to it. Be careful along these lines. It is very easy to find someone who doesn't find your quip amusing, and you find yourself offending others where you don't intend. It is important to know your audience or have a general feel for the situation you are in. We learn as we go along, but that doesn't excuse hurting someone else. Being sensitive to everyones hang-ups can put a damper on an evening, also, so I guess why it is said, ''don't hurt anybody.'' In a world where political correctness has so much clout, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;---I get down to the situation that I seem to go to about every time. To me, the answer is- to Love. Flexibility and Love. Frustration is the problem and Love is the answer. Have you ever noticed that your patience level goes up if you ''care'' about the situation. When a child or Loved one is involved, it seems to be bit different. Love seems to be the thing we are frustrated from. Loving and caring. Caring and sharing. We want to Love and we can't. We want to be Loveable and Loved, and we aren't. We Love someone who doesn't ''feel'' the sameway we do, who would rather be ''friends.'' We find ourselves being Loved by someone we can't seem to Love. We would rather be ''friends.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---HONESTY Will Always DEFEAT Frustration, EVENTUALLY---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---It will come down to communication and relationship. If we were hitting on ALL cylinders ALL the time, we wouldn't have such a problem with this. The more Honest the Communication, the ''better'' and more Loving the Relationship. We would be more Fully Human and closer to our Personal Potential and we wouldn't struggle with frustration as we do. I have been thinking of things like this for a long time, but really have been taken aback two times. The importance that Love plays in our lives, especially the Unconditional Kind, and now, how Frustrated we seem to be in attaining this. It seems to expose another dimension to this thing called Living. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22358512-114132614067522807?l=considerthisalso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/feeds/114132614067522807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22358512&amp;postID=114132614067522807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114132614067522807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22358512/posts/default/114132614067522807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisalso.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-are-we-so-frustrated_12.html' title='Why Are We So FRUSTRATED?'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RbzytxU57wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QSoTy8xJbvA/s72-c/myparkingsign0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
