Teddy Burriss

Are you Listening to me

  • An important message from Papa

    My grandfather, Horace Burriss, “PaPa” to me, passed away on December 7, 1999. Days before his death I had the opportunity to sit with him at the hospital in Maryland.

    Papa laid on the hospital bed as we talked. I sat in a chair next to him, leaning against his pillow, up close to his head.

    While in the room, we talked about different things, including my 4 daughters growing up in North Carolina.

    At one point during the chat I told PaPa that my oldest daughter, Jessie was going to get married.

    I said, “Papa, Jessie is going to marry Oscar soon.”

    He did not say anything for a moment, but I could tell that he wanted to say something and that he was getting ready to.

    He raised his head just off of the pillow and rolled it to the left and then back toward me clearly looking to see if anyone else was in the room. There was no one in the room except us.

    Then Papa said to me, “Lee, I hope she is not marrying for Sex.”

    I was just a little surprised with his response.

    I said, “No Papa, I am sure that Jessie and Oscar are in love.”

    I will never forget what Papa said next. He gave me two keys that I am sure are related to both marriage and life in general.

    Papa said, “I am happy for them Lee. A marriage will last forever if it is filled with love.” He continued on with the second key, “And loving what you do is the best reason to do it.”

    Papa, laid back down and relaxed on his bed.

    I am sure that Papa had a lot going thru his mind at that moment and that the story of Jessie and Oscar getting married fell right into the middle of some of those thoughts. I saw no reason to ask him why he asked me if they were in love. If he wanted me to know, I am sure he would have said more, but he did not.

    We talked for a while longer that day. Papa passed away a few days later.

    In early 2000, I shared this story with Jessie and Oscar at their wedding reception.

    I told them that if it was important enough for her Great-Grandfather, while on his death bed, to ask if they were in love, then he wanted them to remember to always keep love in their marriage. Nearly 10 years later, I am quite certain they both agree.

    Being in love with your spouse was a very important message, then and now.

    The second line of his statement – “And loving what you do is the best reason to do it”, was more about life in general. I interpreted this to be a key to living a life filled with happiness and rewards, if you love what you are doing. This has helped me make lots of decisions in my life.

    I miss Papa, he was a good grandfather. I loved being on the farm with him, helping him feed the livestock, bale hay and drive the tractors. I loved the corny jokes he told over and over again, that I now tell my grandkids (rooster, hen, pullet).

    Papa was a character, playfully teased everyone, especially the girls. No doubt that this gene passed from Papa, thru my Dad, and directly into me.

    Papa is gone now, but I have great memories of growing up around Papa. And I have an important message from him that he shared with me during the last few days of his life. A message that I have used to guide me over the last 11 years.

    This message is so important, I want everyone to remember it

    “A marriage will last forever if it is filled with love. And loving what you do is the best reason to do it.”

    Your marriage and life will be filled with happiness and great rewards if you do.

    Teddy

  • Make BIG Changes to your life

    Big changes are in store for Teddy Burriss this month. A few years ago I would never have had the courage to consider any of these actions, let alone three at once. Yes, you heard correctly: three separate yet related changes. All BIG!

    Let me share them with you:

    1) I am leaving my job @ OutsourceIT, formerly Bald Eagle Technologies after 5 years.
    2) Bum (my wife Rebecca’s grandmother name) and I are going on a 30 day road trip across these great United States of America via car.
    3) I have no Job plans for when I return.

    And, I am so excited I can barely control myself. Oh yeah, my wife is 100% on board with these plans. And no, I haven’t lost my mind even though it may look like that.

    However, as one would expect, our kids think I have totally lost my mind. At the same time, they say they want us to enjoy ourselves (without diving into their inheritance).

    Why would I make such drastic changes? In a down economy?

    It’s not a midlife crisis. First of all, I’m 53 and this age can’t be considered mid-life. I wish it were, but I’m not gambling on it. And, I am not in a crisis mode.

    I am very blessed, happy and fully engaged in everything I am doing today.

    I am not unhappy with my job. I enjoy what I do, the company I work for and the people I work with. I am paid a decent salary and have many exciting opportunities working in the Information Technology service industry on the front side of economic recovery.

    The reason I am doing this is all wrapped up in 1 word: Passion.

    I’ve finally learned that life is best lived when your time is spent doing the things that feed your passion. Therefore, I have decided that I need to find out what this is and begin doing it now. So no, I haven’t lost my mind. Actually, I think I have finally found it!

    Even though I enjoy my job, it is not one that I am truly passionate about. That is not a bad thing. Many of us work jobs we are not passionate about but are quite content doing. For me, content is no longer good enough. I want my heart to sing and dance as I go about my job. I suspect these crazy changes are the first step in that direction.

    I would be lying if I told you I’m not scared. I am. I decided to leave a perfectly good paying job to search for my passion. Others might say I’m trying to find myself. That is okay, too. But I’ve realized I can’t find myself at my regular job. Simply put: working full-time is getting in the way of me finding the real Teddy Burriss. I am blessed that my wife and I live a fairly simple life. Bum has a full time job and we have a few extra $$ (really, just a few) in the bank. Believe me, if I take too long to “find myself”, Bum will be pushing me hard to find something that creates a new revenue stream, even if this is selling all my stuff and delivering pizzas.

    Now about the road trip.

    I have traveled plenty before. I racked up well over 200,000 frequent flier miles in the late 1990’s. Those miles didn’t feed my desire to travel and really see the USA. I so badly want to take Bum to the Grand Canyon, Santa Fe NM, San Diego CA and a few other jewels in the USA.

    Conversations with many different people over the last year have led me to one conclusion: if you want to travel, you need to do now.

    The piece of wisdom that cut across all of these conversations: It’s far better to do what you want to do in life, when you decide to do it, and not wait for a “better time”. We all know that a better time could possibly never happen.

    A retired gentleman I met a few months ago, who shared his story with me, put a bright spotlight on that wisdom. He and his wife planned for their retirement. They saved as much money as they could and paid off all of their bills. Finally, the year came for them both to retire. They were filled with excitement about the great world travel plans they were about to embark on. Before they took the first trip, his wife passed away.

    I had lunch with another lady this past spring who told me a similar story. She and her husband planned for adventure when they retired. He fell ill, and despite having the money, he couldn’t travel.

    Another conversation with a good friend further fueled my plans. This lady and her husband waited until retirement to enjoy their lives. When they finally retired, they could not afford to fund their dream adventures.

    Bum and I are “empty-nesters”.God has blessed us with good health and enough income for a comfortable lifestyle. We enjoy spending time together and have a similar desire to see other areas of our country.

    Bum has been telling me for years that we need to enjoy life more and not be so fanatically concerned about saving for retirement. It has taken a few years for me to “hear” her, but I finally do. I still need to fuel that retirement machine, but I also need to enjoy life more, now.

    Bum works for a really nice Principal at Petree Elementary School in Winston-Salem. When Mrs. Davis heard about our desire to travel the country, she allowed Bum to take an extra 2 weeks off after Christmas break this year.

    Therefore, we are going to spend December 18, 2010 thru January 17, 2011 together on the road touring the country. Our plans are very fluid, but we intend to drive along the southern states, across the country, into California, Oregon and Washington State and then back down across the center of the country back..

    So, if you wish, you can follow our travel activities on Facebook, Twitter, FourSquare and our blogs. Bum and I will write about our adventures, and I promise to FourSquare like a wild man and say hello to as many Starbucks Baristas as I can.

    Check out our blogs @ www.tlburriss2.wordpress.com and www.rlburriss.wordpress.com

    My twitter account is www.twitter.com/tlburriss and I intend to keep it up to date with Foursquare and other good tweets about our events.

    We plan to post pictures on our Facebook walls as well @ www.facebook.com/TLburriss and www.facebook.com/RLburriss. Feel free to connect with us there if you have not already.

    OK – what about not having any plans for another job.

    When we return to North Carolina in mid-January, I will need to get busy finding the next opportunity and an adequate revenue stream. I have no idea what that looks like, and I do not plan to consider any ideas until I am home again. I’m not worried because I believe that God will lead me in the right direction.

    All I know right now is that whatever it is, it will involve the following:

    Giving back to my community.
    Doing something that I am passionate about.
    Helping people and businesses that impact people’s lives directly
    I will have more time to write the book that I know is in me
    I will have more time for my family and friends.

    Again, I have no idea what this will be. The options are endless as long as I do what I tell others to do – “Open your eyes and mind simultaneously and the opportunities of a lifetime will make themselves apparent to you”.

    Thanks to my Dale Carnegie class I have learned that the real keys to beneficial life changes are really quite simple.

    Discover a passion that ignites your soul and do whatever you can to make your passion your life.

    Overcome the fear of this change thru this exercise.
    What is the worst that can happen if you do make a significant & beneficial life change.
    Accept that the worst may actually happen.
    Do everything you can to keep the worst from happening, while you make the changes.

    For me, the worst thing that could happen is losing my house. And I do run that risk by walking away from my job.

    I accept this as a possibility. Now – I will work my butt off to make sure this does not happen by doing everything possible to find a way to start creating a new revenue stream. This could be through part time jobs, consulting work or getting hired by another company. Again, I have no idea what that looks like today. But I will work hard at this part of the plan when I return.

    This has been a long time coming. I dreamed of having the courage to do this for years. Finally, I have the guts and desire to make it happen.

    Thank you to everyone who over the past year have been encouraging me to make this leap.

    I appreciate all of the great input from so many fabulous friends.

    Teddy

  • Annoy your kids on FB

    Here are 12 ways to annoy your children on Facebook.

    1. Post on Facebook that you are going to take a 30 day road trip with a new friend.
    2. Update Facebook with photos of your first tattoo
    3. Update Facebook with pictures of your new body piercings.
    4. Reveal that your kids father is quitting his job with no new career goals.
    5. Announce that you have a new friend and your kids are not allowed to meet him
    6. Post embarrassing photos of your kids while they are sleeping, snoring or wearing their first communion get up.
    7. Be-Friend and then flirt with your kids new boyfriend or girlfriend via updates and photos on Facebook
    8. Announce on Facebook that you have just discovered that you really like medicinal marijuana
    9. Invite your kids constantly to play games on Facebook like Mafia Wars
    10. Spell incorrectly and use bad grammar (they will feel they have failed as a kid)
    11. Tag your kids on random photos on Facebook (they will receive emails constantly with links to photos that have nothing to do with them)
    12. Using the Facebook “Places” feature take photos of places where you shouldn’t be, doing the laundry, and upload them to Facebook

    “How have your parents annoyed you on Facebook?” or I can also ask the other question “How have you annoyed your own kids on Facebook?”

    Work on doing this more, it’s totally acceptable.

  • Happy Thanksgiving – Humorous

    Obituary

    Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

    Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

    Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

    Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half- baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

    Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

    The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

    If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else that may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift.

    Thanks to my friend Mike T for sharing this with us.

    Happy Thanksgiving Day to all my Friends

  • Thanksgiving Holiday & What I’m thinking

    My life is changing faster than I ever imagined it could. Lots of great things going on in my life and, WOW, am I ever thankful for the all I have and the future opportunities that are awaiting me.

    However, what I am the most thankful for is not the stuff in my life, but the people.

    A good friend of mine wrote an article about the people on “your front row”. One of my take aways from his article was that these are the people who have the greatest positive impact on your life and the ones who care the most about you.

    I believe that my life is a compilation of who I am, what I do and the influence on my life from the people I share it with.

    My life is filled with opportunities to meet lots of new people every day. For me, “Networking” is rewarding in many different ways, but mostly because it helps me to create new relationships with lots of different, unique and positive people.

    This constant activity of finding, developing and nurturing relationships has always been important to my personal and professional development. For me, an important requirement of this activity is to make sure that the people I am developing these relationships with provide positive value to my life.

    I have two principles related to my networking activity that I strive to pay attention to:

    Principle #1 – We draw people into our lives thru our attitudes and actions. Positive attitudes and actions will draw positive people into our lives. Negative attitudes and actions will not create the same beneficial results, and could be detrimental to our lives.

    Principle#2 – The people in our lives directly impact our attitudes and actions.
    Positive people are fuel for our positive attitudes and actions in life. Negative people do not provide the same value, and could become another detriment to a good life.

    These two principles are key to our lives being healthy, rewarding and enjoyable.

    Realize these principles early on and the overall benefit to our lives can be quite dramatic.

    I have been very blessed to discover the positive people in my life and their relevant value to me.

    Interestingly, I have also learned that there are people in my life who do not provide the positive impact that I feel is important to me. So, why are these people a part of my life? They aren’t. I’ve come to realize that I’m a part of their lives.

    God decided that there are people who need to be influenced by my positive attitude and actions. I am honored to have this role in someone else’s life. However, I have no idea when and for whom I am to provide this influence. I have decided that it is not important to know the answer to this puzzle. As long as I always strive to do right and to have a positive attitude, it does not matter. It’s also easier to be consistent in life with a positive attitude and actions. There are no worries about when to change or who is being influenced, when it’s all good.

    In summary:

    Strive to have a positive attitude and you will attract positive people into your life.
    Surround yourself with positive people and this will positively influence your attitudes and actions.
    Always have a positive attitude and do right by others, because you do not know if you are to be influenced or to influence others. It also easier and less confusing.

    In conclusion, I sit here on the couch this Thanksgiving holiday and thank God that my life is surrounded by lots of fabulous people who provide positive influence and value to my life.

    Happy Thanksgiving to all.

    And, Thank you.

    Another post from Teddy Burriss. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Mall shopping

    We all know what next Friday is. It’s the day after Thanksgiving day and in the last few years it has become known as Black Friday.

    It’s probably the biggest consumer shopping day of the entire year. The statistics are grandiose and challengeable. However, for the sake of this story, let’s accept my numbers as just good guesses.

    Somewhere near 9,123,456 people will swarm to your local mall and purchase about $78,345,123,891.23 worth of clothes, toys, electronics and toiletries. However, based on past years, only about $63.15 will be spent on medicine and these purchase are usually Advil for one man who just can’t stand standing around waiting at the Mall in Winston-Salem NC.

    Because of all the activity next Friday, I decided to accept the invite from my wife & daughters to go to our local Mall today, and today only. Better yet, I’m planning to sit in the one chair that I found unoccupied at the fitting room area of Women’s intimates. I will not be looking around, i promise, I will write this blog while I wait. When I am done, or they are done, I’m going to leave, honestly, I can’t even see those wild looking panties, bras and Teddies hanging on the racks right in front of me.

    Now that I am nearly done with this blog, I’m listening to a lady tell a story about a widow calling an HR department about her husband dying. Should I be eavesdropping? Her husband died while eating a cookie at a local restaurant and she wants to get his life insurance money from his employer.

    Ok, enough of that. I best get up and leave now. Wow, that’s really bright pink, not much material, but a really cool color. I wonder what that would look like on silk sheets….. Never mind.

    Wow, the guy died in Lexington. I think I heard this story on the news last night. Was that the show that Victoria Secret sponsored? Never mind.

    Have to go now.

    I promise I will not be back to the mall until next year. I got my Advil and a new pair of bright red panties.

    Another story from Teddy.

  • Buying a Used Car – Classic story

    This past Monday was a dreary wet November 2010 day in Winston-Salem. I went to a local car dealership to assist my daughter (let’s call her Myrtle) with the last steps of purchasing a used car.

    She had already met the Used Car salesman. For this story, let’s call him Steve.
    Myrtle knew what car she wanted, how much she was going to pay for it and that she was going to trade her 2003 car in on this newer car. She even knew what to expect for the trade in value of her old car. Myrtle was very well prepared for this transaction.

    She told me before we met at the dealership that the Steve made her uncomfortable. Apparently Steve represented all Used Car Salesman across the country very well with his stereotypical mannerism. I suggest that she get past this and purchase the car she had her eyes set on. She agreed.

    Myrtle and I drove separate cars to the lot and got out of our respective cars simultaneously. As if on cue, walking across the parking lot toward us was Steve. I tried to hold back a half a step so that he could address my daughter first, but no. He side stepped her and reached over to me, arm extended saying, “Hello Sir, are you here to buy a car?”

    I immediately responded with “No, I am not.” I pointed to Myrtle and said, “Please meet your customer. I think you have already met before. She needs your attention.”
    He then addressed Myrtle and asked her if she was ready to buy that car. Myrtle acknowledged that she was ready, but wanted me to see it first. Steve led us to the car and then went to get the car keys.

    During Steve’s absence Myrtle said, “Dad – that was ridiculous. He knew I was here to buy the car. Ignoring me as we walked up made me feel like he only wants to deal with a man, not a women. If I did not really want this car I would just leave now.”

    I suggested that she not get upset with his sexist manner and just go for the deal. She agreed.
    Steve returned a few moments later and we got in the car and drove it around the lot. It really is a nice car and exactly what Myrtle needed. As we drove around for a few minutes Steve continued doing well representing used car salesman around the world. He bantered with me and fired off one-liners and witty retorts to all of my statements. I did well egging him on as anyone would expect from me. He seemed pleased with himself to be able to keep up with my well-honed sense of wit. (OK – that was a little self-serving and I know it – It is my blog).
    As we headed back to the front of the dealership I brought Steve back to the task at hand.
    “Steve, I know that your customer really wants this car. I suggest that when we get back you find out exactly how much you will sell this car to her for.”

    I continued on with, “I know for a fact that your customer lives on a very low teacher’s salary and really needs to buy this car for about $500 less than the sticker says on the window. Will you see what you can do for her please?” Steve responded with he would ask his manager and let us know.

    I then reminded Steve that Myrtle was going to trade in her other car and he needed to tell her exactly how much he would give her for that car, regardless of the price of the one she wanted to buy. Steve was all over that.

    When we parked the car, Steve escorted us up to the “Room” You know, the little room with one desk, a chair for the salesman and 2 chairs squeezed up against the wall in front of the desk for the clients. The only thing on the desk was a big old monitor for the computer and a keyboard & mouse. There has to be some research that says this is he only way to “Seal the Deal”. All dealerships are setup the same way.

    Steve offered us water or coffee, which we politely declined and then said he would be right back as he walked away to get paperwork.

    Sure enough, as if on cue, he walked over to another younger guy (later I learned that this was Billy) and laid a piece of paper in front of him, as if to ask for permission to sell the car for less money. I watched as heads nodded, fingers pointed, they looked out the window as if at the car, then they looked out another window as if at Myrtle’s old car. Classic used car salesman activity. It was almost as if I were watching a movie. I tried hard not to laugh out loud. I believe I did let out a low giggle.

    Within a few moments, Steve was back in the office, sitting down in front of us ready to present the deal.

    Steve looked at me and said, “I can sell that car to you for $500 less than listed and I’ll give you $1000 for your car.”

    I looked Steve right in the eye and said, “That’s great Steve, but I don’t want the car and I don’t own the other one. I suggest you talk to your customer, she’s right here.”

    Myrtle appeared quite disturbed at this time. Steve repeated the offer to Myrtle.

    Here is where the transaction started going downhill even faster.

    Steve then giggled a little and made the following three statements, almost in rapid succession.

    “I love selling cars to women, you can get them to do just about any..,” then he caught himself and spun the statement into “They will do just about anything they want to do, where a man will ask questions and check out the deal completely first.” He giggled again.

    “I can’t stand selling cars to Asians. They may be smart, but, even if they think they can drive a car, they can’t. I get freaked out every time I see one heading towards me for a test drive. I will not get in a car with them.” Again, he giggled.

    “Now gay men, I love selling cars to gays. They know what they want and will pay what you want them to pay for it, no questions asked. I love those gays.”

    Neither Myrtle nor I responded to any of his statements at all until he finished the gay statement. I have already caught the redness of Myrtle’s neck and knew first hand that this meant she was very uncomfortable.

    As soon as he finished his third statement and before he started to giggle again, I stood up and declared to him, “Steve, you have gone over the line now. You do not know me, and you do not know your customer and even if you did, racial and bigoted statements like those are totally inappropriate.”

    I looked at Myrtle and said to her, “If you want to leave now and go somewhere else to buy your next car, I fully understand.” Myrtle’s reply was clear and decisive. “Dad, I want that car, I just do not want to buy it from him.” As she pointed at Steve, she said, “Please find me another salesman with better manners who can help me.” Myrtle was both upset and mad!

    I looked at Steve and suggested he leave and have someone else come help us. Steve started offering apologies for his statements and even excuses.

    He said, “I’ve used those lines a million times and never offended anyone before now. I don’t believe they offended you.”

    I replied, “Steve it does not help your case at all to accuse the customer of being 1 in a million who can’t take an offensive joke. Please get us another salesman to work with now.”
    Steve walked away and into an office where what appeared to be another salesman sat. With a few quick words between the two, Steve returned with salesman #2 who we will call Bob.

    As he walked up to us, Steve said, “This is Bob; I have been working with him for a very long time and respect him. He will do a very good job for you.”

    Maybe I should not have responded with, “Thanks Steve, but I am not sure if your opinion of Bob matters to me after hearing your opinions of women, Asians and gay men.” I don’t think Steve heard me. He did not reply.

    Bob introduced himself and proceeded to apologize for us getting “off on the wrong foot” with Steve. I did well to keep my cool and then clearly informed Bob, that we did not get off on the wrong foot with Steve. “Steve screwed up by being a bigot and racist with the comments he used while working with us. That is much different than simply, Getting off on the wrong foot.” Bob apologized again for not understanding and then dropped the conversation.

    We all sat back down to continue the process at hand. Bob picked up the transaction well. He reviewed the figures that Steve had written down and began to inform Myrtle of her finance and warranty options. He told her that the finance lady would go over them with her. Myrtle told him that she was paying cash and would not need finance help. No worries replied Bob, the finance lady would still be involved. (yeah, to try to sell the add-ons)

    However, Myrtle was still very rustled about what had just happened. She responded to Bob as best she could, but it was quite clear she was still upset. During their discussion another gentleman walked in and interrupted the conversation.

    He introduced himself to us, “Hello, I am Billy (for the sake of this story). I’m the sales manager here and I overheard the conversations you had with Steve and Bob. ”

    Now, Billy is a young guy, however he apparently had read the Used Car Salesman manual many times. He proceeded to apologize for any offensive statements made by Steve, “Steve is a really good salesman, he knows about as much as any one man can know about used cars. And we are all good people here, we are not racist at all, heck, we even have a Greek working for us”, as he pointed to Bob with his olive skin and jet black, yet thinning hair.

    Billy continued with, “I hope that you do not judge the value of this dealership on the comments made by one employee.”

    I decided that Billy needed some good customer service coaching as well, “Billy, if you want your customer to not judge this dealership on the actions of one of your Senior and well trained salesman, then I suggest you give her a gratuitous apology that she will remember.”

    Billy’s retort indicated that the book he read was somewhat lopsided, “What do you mean?”
    “Billy, I mean if you want your customer to remember something very positive about her transaction here and to think good thoughts about the dealership, give her an additional discount on the car she is buying and make the end of this transaction more very re-Markable.”

    Billy still did not catch on, “How am I going to be sure that even if I give her a bigger discount she is not going to still speak bad of our dealership when she leaves?”

    Wow, I had my hands full with this one, “Billy, it’s rather easy. If you do not look her directly in the eye and apologize to her with some level of compassion, and give her an additional value offer, likely in the form of a bigger discount, I am quite certain your customer will only remember the remarks made by Steve and how it made her feel. If she leaves this building elated at the way it turned out, rather than still upset at Steve, she is less likely to speak ill of the dealership. Your actions at this point will alter the risk you have here. What will you do?”

    He heard me! Billy turned and looked Myrtle directly in the eye and told her this, “Myrtle, I am very sorry for how this transaction has gone for you. I want you to think positive thoughts about all of the people who work here and I want you to know that we care about our customers. I am going to give you an additional $200 off the price of that car as an offer of apology. Will you be able to speak positively about our dealership once you leave with you new (used) car?”

    Myrtle had begun to calm down at this point. “Yes, Billy, thank you very much.”

    From that point forward, the transaction wrapped up very calmly and quickly. Yes, they tried to convince Myrtle that her car would need lots of additional warranties, spill proofing, bird drop protection and loaner car support, all of which Myrtle already knew the reply for. “No thank you” Myrtle drove off in her new (used) car, smiling and happy.

    I am sure that over the next few days she told the story of the well trained yet impolite salesman. I am also sure she either did not mention the name of the dealership and she ends the story with, “But the dealership guys were really great, despite the 1 person there.”

    To wrap this story up:

    Does anyone have the book, “Used Car Salesman for Dummies”? I would like to see what it teaches.

    And, is there any hope for used car salesman who should have retired 20 years ago?

    This has been another story from Teddy Burriss. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Shopping Servant

    God created Men to take care of lots of different things. One of the tasks that God expects Men to handle is the caring for and protecting of Women.

    We are charged with the protection of Women because in general we are bigger, stronger and in many cases more assertive than the female human. We are supposed to keep predators away from Women and make sure that no one gets in their way.

    We are required to care for Women because God gave us the ability to hunt wild animals and fish. It is expected that we will make sure that Women have the best possible bounty that Nature provides.

    (Please tolerate these generalizations for the sake of the story.)

    I am sure that God put into motion the evolution of this relationship, because today we are also required to do much more.

    Today we are also supposed to be the Shopping Servant or “SS” for Women.

    Whether we like it or not, whether we realize it or not, Men have become Shopping Servants for our Women. This is a charge in life that we can not dispute or hide from.

    I am finally ready to admit that I, Teddy Burriss am a Shopping Servant for my wife. And, if I must say so myself, I am quite good at it.

    I spent this past Saturday touring some of the various shopping areas for the specific purposes of writing this important story. I saw no less than 87 qualified shopping servants and a few new shopping servants as well. The differences were easy to spot.

    A new, yet to be fully trained shopping servant is generally a Man who has either recently proposed or possibly just gotten married.

    A fully trained and qualified Shopping Servant is generally a man who has been married at least 20 years and clearly know his role while shopping.

    Here are a few noticeable differences that are very easy to spot:

    A newbie shopping servant stands right beside a woman as she looks at items that she is interested in purchasing, more often than not, far too close so as to impede the shopping activity. A qualified Shopping Servant knows to give a woman more space to properly shop.

    A newbie will actually ask a woman if she wants him to carry her purse. A more seasoned Shopping Servant knows that if she wants us to carry or hold her purse, she will let us know. We know better than to reach for her purse.

    A newbie shopping servant may be intimidated and feel uncomfortable when asked to shop for personal things. I have personally witnessed a newbie get nauseous in a drug store when asked to come down the feminine products aisle. I have seen a newbie try to hide behind his woman while standing in front of the Vagisil shelf when he thought he saw one of his work buddies. A qualified shopping servant will actually call out to his woman and let her know that he found the Tampax she uses, is heading over to get the Vagasil and will meet her in the stockings aisle.

    Shopping with a woman in a grocery store is very easy for any Shopping Servant. Women allow us to immediately push the shopping cart down the beer aisle to pick up the biggest case of our favorite beer and then they let us scurry over to the chip aisle and get our game day chips. Women let us do this because they know it makes us comfortable. They must know that with these prizes in our cart we will gladly help with the rest of the grocery shopping.

    However, a man pushing a shopping cart thru the aisles of Bed Bath & Beyond is another story. A newbie Shopping Servant will try to guide a woman toward specific items that he may be interested in. Like the fancy coffee machines, big sharp knives or new techie items he saw thru the window. A seasoned shopping servant will read his woman’s mind and know that he has to navigate the cart into the sheet section and wait while the woman compare thread counts on sheets with designs that no man will admit to sleeping on. He knows that after this he will be told where to navigate the cart to next and when to stop. A seasoned shopping assistant accepts pushing a cart full of Knicks-knacks, pillow shams, current rods, toilet brushes, cute soap dishes, colorful gardening gloves and fancy dish towels. He will not publicly complain or ask why. A newbie will become noticeably embarrassed when his challenges are shut down swiftly and without mercy by his woman.

    One rule that a newbie shopping servant learns quickly is the Agreement Rule. When shopping, no matter what, a man must always agree. Pure & Simple. Never deviate from this rule. When a woman asks a man if he likes something, or if it he thinks it would look good on her, she has an opinion. Find out what her opinion is and then agree with her. If she has not formed an opinion, suggest to her that she to get what she wants and not what you want. Stick to that statement, no matter what.

    A newbie shopping servant will boldly guide his woman to the highest priced items because he assumes, “only the best for my woman”, regardless of any possible savings. A more seasoned shopping servant knows better. We know that a woman’s unstated agenda for spending money on certain items requires that she save money on less important items. Because of this, we will let her know when we see a discount rack of mens clothing, children’s underwear or yard items. We would never point out discount purses, women’s shoes or belts. Doing so would create an opportunity for public reprimand, and we will not let this happen.

    Being close by is another important skill for a qualified shopping servant. A newbie shopping servant is likely to make one of two mistakes. He could be overly attentive and create an uncomfortable shopping experience for his woman. Sometimes she will want to ponder a gift for him and he better not be standing there. And, if she turns to ask him a question or to hand him an item to carry, he better be standing right there. Or else. It takes years of practice to develop the skills needed for a shopping servant to know when to be available and when not to be around. Afterwards, a shopping servant’s task will be less stressful and more enjoyable.

    Other shoppers can get in the way of a shopping servant’s job. You better be paying attention to your woman and not get caught looking at anyone else. If your woman turns to ask you to do something and you are staring at another shopper (especially another woman), lord help you. This will create another opportunity for a public reprimand. Physical pain has been applied during this level of reprimand. Newbie shopping servants will learn this the hard way. I have seen grown men cry after being reprimanded for staring at other women while shopping. Seasoned shopping servants wear sunglasses, even in the stores and generally are never caught doing this.

    In conclusion, a skilled and qualified shopping servant knows at all times, to be where he is supposed to be, do as he is told, go where he is told to go, never act intimidated, know that shopping is for her, not him, keep his eyes only on his woman and always agree. Then and only then will he be allowed to go home and drink his beer and eat his chips.

    Another story from Teddy Burriss. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • A Child’s Funeral

    My good friend’s young (12 year old) son passed away last month.

    When I heard about his death, I felt a pain in myself.  Not just for the little boy that I had known since his birth, but for my friends who had just lost their son.  It hurt thinking about what my friends were going thru.  I knew I could not truly understand the pain they were feeling.  I offered to help them with anything they needed, but I soon realized, the one thing they needed was something I could not help them with.  The pain of losing a child was something no one could make go away.

    I went to the family visitation and the funeral. This was an experience that I wish I had not added to my experience bucket, but what I learned from this experience needs to be shared.

    The Family visitation was held Thursday evening at one of the local Funeral Homes. It was a quiet event where I got to pass along my words of condolence to the family and my happiness for having known their son.

    The Father, Mother and their young daughter (youngest child) were there with both sets of grandparents and various Aunts and Uncles.

    The family lined up next to the casket where their son laid peacefully.

    I’ve been to lots of wakes, it’s a part of the journey of life that needs to be accepted, since you can’t deny death from happening.  Normally, I don’t get outwardly emotional at funerals; however, seeing this child in a casket hit me pretty hard.  No one is supposed to end their life journey at such a young age.

    This was a blunt image telling me that he would never experience the journey of life as most do.  A lot went thru my head regarding what he would miss out on.  Instead of me listing them from my point of view, spend a moment to yourself and I’m sure you can come up with a list of life experiences that you are so happy to have.  He will never experience any of them.

    Being a tough old man, I tried hard to squelch the outward emotion this caused me and it seemed to work.  One day I’m going to ask myself why I do this, but for now, I’ll stick to acting tough, outwardly at least.

    On Friday afternoon we arrived at the church for the funeral.

    It was a small church, but it’s important to know that the size of the church has nothing to do with the presences of God’s Love and the compassion that the church family provides.  This church clearly provided God’s Love and compassion to this family.

    The service was a simple yet truly compassionate.

    As most of us sat in the pews, the parents and the younger sister walked hand in hand into the church and up to the open casket.  They moved closer together, their daughter clinging to them both, and stood there looking into the casket at their son.  They clung tighter to each other as they sobbed tears of sorrow and love for their little boy.  I could feel the love they had for their son as I watched them standing there.  It was very clear that laying in this casket was one of the most important parts of their lives, if not the single most important piece.

    In a few minutes they moved away from the casket and sat down next to other family.  The church attendees closed the casket.  Closing the casket seemed to take forever as I though of the young boy laying there, never to become anything more than a young boy.

    I have heard Amazing Grace sung 100’s of times. Each time I hear this song I get at least a small lump in my throat.  Sitting in the church after viewing the emotion of these parents and then the closing of that casket set the stage for this song to have a much different effect on me.  Listen to the words and music of this song after visualizing a child in his casket.  It’s a different experience than hearing the song on the radio in your car.  I’m really not that tough of an old man, and I need to stop pretending.

    As I fought back tears, the minister spoke next.  I listened to his words and could tell he had prepared them well.  He read specific words of scripture and how they related to both this child’s life and death.  The minister spoke of meeting the young boy numerous times and about one particular time when the mother wrapped her arms around her son for support.  He recalled sensing the mother was saying, “I’m here son and I will never go away.”

    After the minister spoke, the young boy’s Uncle gave a well planned and heart felt Eulogy.  The story and message he gave us was personal and moving.  It was very clear that this Uncle had just lost a good friend and loved one. He struggled emotionally to give the eulogy, but he did a great job.

    The Uncle reminded us that God does not make mistakes and that his nephew was perfect.  He told us that God gave this perfect child to the perfect set of parents for him. Knowing this boy and his parents, I agreed fully.

    The Uncle told stories of the boy’s life and how he touched so many different lives.  Even during his short 12 year life journey, many people got to know him.  Those who did were touched by his smile, the gleam in his eyes and the love that surrounded him from his parents, sister, and family and friends.

    The tearful Uncle reminded the family through good examples and scripture readings that this boy would be with them always in the many deep memories that they have of him.  He went on to tell the family, and the rest of us, that we would be able to see him grow up, in our minds.  As we continue our own journey thru life, all we need to do is to stop for a moment and pull the memory of this child back into our current life as a young man, college student, friend, husband or parent, depending on what we are doing or where we are at that time in our own life. Visualizing him living his own life vicariously thru our own helps to keep his memory living within us.  I could see this happening for me and the Uncle as he talked.

    The Uncle ended his eulogy by having a song played.  He told us that he considered having the song played before his talk, but he knew he would not be able to talk after the song.

    The Uncle had chosen a song that unless you knew better, was a song about this young  man and his father. The song was from Mark Schultz and titled, “He’s my Son”.  It is the story of a father praying to God to help his Son.

    Again, I’m not as tough as I want to think.  This song was so real and relevant to this child, his life and his parents that I could not hide my emotion any longer.  The song was a perfect ending to the eulogy.

    The minister ended the service with a few more comforting words of his own and from scripture, but being honest with myself, I barely heard them over the thoughts and visions in my mind from the Uncle’s eulogy and the song.

    The next steps for this funeral were both unusual and honoring.

    We left the church in the funeral procession to the grave site.  I have been in a few processions and none were as unique as this one.  We pulled out of the church and for nearly the next 10 miles of the drive, every car we passed pulled off the side of the road and stopped.  They sat still and clear of our path as if they also were giving tribute to this child as he neared the end of his journey thru life.  I know we were in a small country town and normally I would not expect this in a larger city, but the visual of all of these cars waiting as we passed warmed my heart and reminded me that people do care about others.

    The journey to the grave site was long and I worried that eventually I would get lost in route; however, each time I looked up in the distance I could see the car carrying the child and the other cars in the procession.  It was clear to me that God was not going to let me get lost.  We pulled into the cemetery as if on cue, right behind every other car that left before us.

    The grave site, final resting place for this child, was another gift from God.

    The grave site was under the canopy of a giant Oak tree.  This was the perfect example of a majestic and stately tree.  I exaggerate not when I say it was the biggest Oak tree I have seen in a long time.  A tree with a 5-6 ft trunk and bright green leaves on branches that appeared to spread out more than 15′ all the way around the tree.  The tree was full of acorns and during our stay there, it gently less loose of them, pinging on the roofs of the cars and on the pavement.  This was the kind of tree that many would say, “When I die, please let this be my final resting place.”

    Besides being under the great Oak tree, this grave site sat on a beautiful grassy hill that slopped down to a small creek winding its way thru the cemetery.  Listening carefully you could here the babbling waters flowing thru this creek, just enough sound to soothe you if you closed your eyes.

    Set at the bottom of the hill was a small wooden bridge straddling the banks of the creek.  A great scene, something you would expect to see in a good piece of art.

    The grave site had been prepared for the service with a large green tent and chairs for the family.

    After the pallbearers brought the casket from the hearse to the gravesite, the parents and young sister walked up to the casket for their final good byes.  Again, they stood as one, clinging to each other for emotional and physical support.  All of the friends and family stood quietly around the tent insuring the parents could have this time to themselves.

    The next scene was as if on cue.  As the parents walked away from the casket, a large plane flew across the bright blue sky in a tribute flyby.  Seconds later a large flock of geese flew over us, again in honor of the young boy.

    The final resting place for this young boy was not only beautiful to see, but he would have frequent fly overs by giant airplanes and flocks of birds.  Truly a gift from God for him and his parents who could enjoy the view themselves when they visit.

    I tried to ignore the outward emotions I felt, however, I cannot deny that this entire scene was truly an emotional thing to witness.

    The minister provided us with another relevant reading of scripture and reminded us that God was in charge and would continue to care for this child.

    I shared this story with you because it was one of the most emotional things I have experience in a long time.

    No parent wants to attend the funeral of their child.  This is a nightmare that many of us just can’t imagine.  I watched as good friends of mine lived this nightmare and I prayed that God would help them deal with their pain.  I saw how God did this thru the minister, the Uncle’s eulogy, the beautiful music and grand view of the gravesite as well as the love from the many friends and family who joined them as they said good bye to their son.  I could feel God’s Love as he touched the family letting them know that he had their son with him now and that he was at peace and safe from now thru eternity.

    I also learned thru this experience that we should not squelch our emotions. Shared emotions are another way to communicate and people need to communicate as often and in as many ways as possible.  This is how friends and families build and maintain strong relationships.  This is living, not just being.

    I wrote this blog in memory of Joshua Bowman, who left us on Sept 28, 2010.

  • Do we really need an Alarm Clock?

    I thought I would be cool and replace my old, tried and true alarm clock with a new-fangled Iphone charging alarm clock.  I wanted a new one because I was running out of open receptacles in my bedroom to charge up all of our electronic do-dads.  Ipad, Iphone, Droid (for my wife), Kindle and Bluetooth headset.

    I knew which new alarm clock I wanted.  One of those really cool ones that has dual Alarms, FM/AM. Aux Port and an Iphone port.  My wife and I could wake to news or to my own Itunes Music and I could charge my Iphone at the same time.

    I got it at one of the local tech stores (H something or another).  Paid about $65 for it.  Fairly good price considering all of the others I saw were $120 and up.

    I brought it home, ripped open the box and did exactly what no self respecting man would ever do.  I read the user guide.  It was only a few pages; however afterwards I was clear on how to setup and use this alarm clock.

    I plugged it into the wall and after removing the “old” one, I proudly sat it on my night stand.  I docked my Iphone and, man it looked good.  I set the time, both alarms and even pre-set a few of my favorite radio stations.

    The next morning it worked great.  We both woke up at different times (my wife at 5:15 and me at 6am) to the beautiful sounds of Black Horse and the Cherry Tree.

    I was pleased.

    The next night I docked the Iphone and went to sleep with full confidence that the Alarm clock would likely wake us to the next song in the play list.

    Nope – we woke up at 6am and realized that the Alarm clock had “Frozen up at 4:24 am.  Froze up? What was with that?  Could this thing have a Windows OS under the cover?  Wow – this messed up our morning bad.

    My wife had to rush around like a crazy woman to get thru her morning routine and I had to wait for her to get done before I could start my routine.

    She was a little late getting to work and I barely got to my morning appointment on time.

    Now, since this was my idea to buy the new alarm clock, I was the bad guy.  I took my beating like a real man and made the best decision I could.  I was going to take it back to the store the next day and get a new one.

    Meanwhile, we had to have something setup to wake us the next morning.  BANG – a new idea.  Our cell phones both have very sophisticated clocks and even alarms on them.

    We looked at them and discovered we could set multiple alarms on each phone and even choose which days to have the alarms sound.  We could even pick music or tones as the alarm.  Cool beans.

    We set our phones to wake us in the morning and amazingly it worked great.  An added benefit is that we even got rid of that awful glow of alarm clock light that I hated at night.

    So, new plan.  I took the defective alarm clock back to the store and got my money back

    We use our cell phones as alarm clocks now and sleep better with less light in the bedroom.

    I’m sure I am even cutting my electric bill because we have one less electronic item plugged in.

    Cell Phones – our new Alarm clocks.

    Great Idea.

    This has been another story by Teddy Burriss.  I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Jessie – do you know how to spell your name?

    Jessie – How do you spell your name?

    I had computers around the house the entire time we were raising the girls. Jessie loved to type on them. Even the Timex Sinclair 64K computer that we hooked up to the TV.

    When Jessie was in kindergarten Becky worked at teaching Jessie to spell her name, her address and her phone number using the computers.

    We were so proud when the teacher called us and told the story of Jessi standing up in front of the class to recite the spelling of her name in front of the 25 students.
    
“Mr. & Mrs. Burriss, your daughter may need just a little more help with the spelling of her name” she said.

    “Really, why is that?” asked Becky.

    “Well Jessie nearly has it correct” said the teacher.

    The teacher told us that Jessie stood proud and tall and told the class that “my name is Jessie Burriss – J E S S I E “space” B U R R I S S “enter””.

    Becky went back to the keyboard and did some more work with Jessie. She had it nailed in the new few months.

    Another story from Teddy. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Personal Injury #1of3 – Saved $300

    In 1995 I was preparing to move my family from Maryland to North Carolina. The company I worked for was purchased and they wanted me in NC before February 1996. I had a lot of work to do including getting rid of all of the junk and stuff out of the garage and basement that we did not want to take with us to our new home.

    I had two choices for this one task. I could hire someone to do it for me at a cost of about $300. Or, I could haul it away myself.

    I was scheduled to work in NC on the up coming Monday, so, early that Saturday morning I loaded up the back of my little red pickup truck with the scrap wood, broken yard tools, extra carpet, paint, cinder blocks and bricks.

    My wife, Rebecca, asked me if I wanted her to go with me, “No babe”, I replied, “this will be an easy trip.”

    I drove up to the landfill by myself.

    Back in 1995 the landfills were operated by county employees and they did things way different than they do now (2010). Back then, when you drove to the landfill, they weighed your truck and then had you drive your truck out onto the actual landfill. I pulled my truck up beside a group of really big trash trucks just as they were unloading their loads. Off to the right was a big landfill bull dozer riding around packing down the trash.

    I backed my truck up beside the trash trucks and hopped out of the cab. As I unlatched the tailgate the trash trucks started pulling away, they dumped their load pretty quick. I had to empty my truck the old fashion way, by hand.

    I hopped up into the bed of the truck and started pulling out the trash and throwing it onto the landfill.

    Here is where the problems began.

    I grabbed one piece of wood and started yanking on it. It seemed stuck on some of the other junk. I yanked it up and down and when it finally came loose, it flew up out of my hands and smacked me right in the face. Hard enough to Knock Me OUT.

    I passed out and fell down in the bed of the truck.

    When I came to, likely after only 15-20 seconds, I sat on the edge of the truck bed feeling really bad. I knew something was not right about my face, but I was not sure what.

    The bulldozer guy kept doing his thing, apparently unaware of what was going on.

    I felt something warm on my face and looking down on my shirt, I discovered my white T-Shirt was now blood red. I could feel more warm blood running down my face.

    Within a few more moments I started feeling the pain and swelling around my nose. My initial self diagnoses – I must have broken my nose.

    I shook off the pain, like a real man, and using one hand to pinch my bleeding nose, I used the free hand to pull the rest of the trash out onto the landfill.

    It took a little longer to empty out the trash with one hand, but fortunately nothing was very heavy.

    When I got done I jumped (maybe not really jump), into the front seat of the truck, started it up and started heading home. I had to weigh the truck on the way out and pay for the trash I unloaded. When the lady at the weigh station saw me she asked if I was OK. I assured her I was OK despite the blood that still trickled slowly out of my nose. She told me to go on without paying.

    While driving home I started to really feel the throbbing in my face and nose. The bleeding had slowed down, but the white T-Shirt was very red at this point. I could feel it sticking to my chest.

    The drive home was at least 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. I drove up the hill to the house and as I got out of the truck, my wife came out the front door asking, “Where have you been?” Then she saw the blood. “Oh my God, what happened to you? Did you get in a fight?”, as if this happens to me.

    I told her what happened and she immediately said we need to take you to the Drs.

    She loaded me and the 4 young daughters into the minivan and drove us into town.

    The kids had already planned to go to different friends houses, so she dropped me off at the Drs office and then took the kids to their various places, promising she would be back soon.

    I sat in the Drs office for well mover an hour before he saw me. As soon as he looked at my face he noticed a big problem. My eye was sagging down into my eye socket. He told me that this was a good indication that the orbital bone between my eye socket and nasal cavity was broken. He wanted me to go to the emergency room.

    When Rebecca got back she took me to the emergency room.

    By this time my face was really swollen and black and blue. It was impressive looking as far as bruises go.

    After a 2 hour wait, I finally got a Doctor to get me an X-Ray. This confirmed that I had a big problem. The orbital bone was crushed and had to be replaced. The emergency room Dr scheduled me an appointment for Monday morning with a plastic surgeon who would replace the crushed bone.

    I called my boss and told him what happened and that I would likely miss the next few weeks of work.

    Monday morning I went to the plastic surgeon. He measured my orbital bone (thru the X-Rays) and ordered a piece of surgical plastic for surgery on Wednesday. I still wonder why we could not a piece of plastic out of a Coke or Peter-Pan bottle. That would have been real cool.

    Wednesday’s surgery was quite non-climactic. I walked into the plastic surgeon’s office, he prepped me, and in less than an hour he had the crushed bone out and the replacement plastic inserted. His stitching skills were such that even today there is no indication of the surgery.

    I missed two weeks of work; however I saved $300. Rebecca reminded me that I made a bad choice that time.

    This has been another Teddy Burriss story. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • This is a test, only a test

    This is a good test for those who fear that they may have Alzheimer’s.

    It’s not a proven test, but one worthy of trying out.

    1- Find the C below…do not use any cursor help.

    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

    2- If you already found the C, now find the 6 below:

    99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
    99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
    99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
    69999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
    99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
    99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999

    3 – Now find the N below. It’s a little more difficult:

    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMM
    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

    I’m only sending this to my ‘old’ friends.

    Eonvrye whocan raed this rsaie your hnad, (we can see you so do it.)

    To my ‘selected’ strange-minded friends:

    Only great (or strange) minds can read this. This is weird, but interesting!

    If you can raed this, you have a sgtrane mnid too

    Can you raed this? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

    I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd

    what I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid,

    aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno’t mtaetr

    in what oerdr the ltteres in a word are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is

    that the frsit and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can

    be a taotl mses and you can still raed it whotuit a pboerlm. This is

    bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the

    word as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was Imprtnt.

    I hope this test has been beneficial. Thanks to JW of Lima Ohio for sharing this with us.

  • Keep your cellphone nearby

    During the mid 1990’s and thru 2005 I traveled these great United States fairly regularly. I’ll share more stories about my great adventures on the road as I continue working on these stories.

    I spent a lot of time in Ohio cities like Cincinnati, Wilmington, Cherry Valley, and Cleveland working with Grass seed distributors. One adventure had me in Ohio on a business trip late one winter and I had decided that on this trip I would make the drive north from Wilmington up thru Dayton to Lima Ohio. My Aunt Jackie and Uncle Ralph lived up there and I had not seen them in years.

    I don’t recall exactly what year it was, but I do know that it was winter and snowing in Ohio. I had a full week of work to do in Wilmington, but I figured if I worked long and hard on Thursday I could afford to take off on Friday. So that is exactly what I did.

    I left Wilmington late Thursday evening for the 2 hour drive north. Little did I know that the people in Ohio drive differently than we do in North Carolina. You see, down south, we drive the same in the sun, rain or snow. And because of this, we have more accidents in the snow. In Ohio, they drive slower in the snow. Now, this may be good for reducing accidents, but it sure makes a mess of a 2 hour drive. It took well over 4 hours to get to Lima that night.

    For those of you who know me, you know that I don’t drink and drive. But, once I get to where I want to be, especially after a long hard day and I will have an ice cold beer every time.

    I pulled into Lima and into the parking lot of the hotel at nearly midnight. I found my hotel pretty easily (even before the days of GPS). I parked my car, grabbed my overcoat, cell phone and duffle bag. Another fact for those of you who do not know me, I can travel on most business trips for up to 5 days in a duffle bag. I got very good at packing tight and light.

    After checking in I walked directly to the bar, probably about 5 stools away from the only other guy at the bar. The barmaid walked over to me and greeted me with a cordial “hello sir, what can I get you?” I asked for a Heineken, which was my beer of choice back in the 1990’s. I peeled off my overcoat and hung it across the bar stool to my right.

    The guy to my left said hello and we started a conversation about the weather. I had my beer and continued chatting with the guy. Our conversation picked up and I decided to move over next to him so that we could talk easier. I left my coat where it was. This was my big mistake.

    I believe that the guy told me he too was traveling to Lima on business and had got caught in the traffic and snow coming up from Cleveland. It is also likely that I ordered another beer or two from the barmaid as we continued to talk.

    Here is where I set myself up to get in trouble. At some point I heard a cell phone ring, but I did not think it was mine, so I ignored it. It was after all, midnight and I knew that no one was looking for me. However, the barmaid thought it was important to find the ringing cell phone and answer it, even if it was my cell phone in my overcoat 4 or 5 bar stools away from where I sat.

    She reached over the bar, dug around in my coat pocket and pulled out my cell phone, which at this time had started to ring again. She flipped open the phone and said “Hello, who is this?”

    All you need to know from this point forward is that my wife did not like the fact that she called my cell at midnight and another woman answered it. I immediately paid my bar tab, grabbed my cell phone and overcoat and headed out of the bar, towards my room frantically trying to return the call to my wife, to no avail. She did not talk to me until later that night and it took quite a bit of discussion to convince her of the truth.

    The next morning I drove over to my uncles house. I decided to keel my bar story to myself.

    Years have gone by since that night in Lima and I never let my cell phone out of my sight, especially while at a bar.

    Another story by Teddy Burriss. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Happy Birthday Lauren (in 2008)

    Happy Birthday Lauren – 2008

    Here is the email that I sent to Lauren on her 20th Birthday in April 2008:

    Hello Lauren;

    Let me be the first to wish you a fabulously fantastic and glorious April 3rd.

    It would be only appropriate if you have a great birthday to commemorate that unbelievable day of way back then.

    Back in 1988 your mother and I were planning to have a quiet evening, sipping some wine and possibly doing some recreational drugs (I’m talking about cough syrup – Bum had a cold)

    We were just sitting down to snuggle on the couch and have a relaxing evening of watching The Wonder Years, Rosanne & Who’s Line is it when, Go Figure, Mom blurts out – “My water just BROKE!!!”

    Dang it – Oh well – no Rosanne or Night Rider tonight.

    We jumped in the Pinto and sped off to the hospital.

    Note – the Pinto was real cool – I had a Bob on the window and fuzzy green seat covers – cool Chick Magnet Car!! Never got me any action on the road – usually had one of you kids in the car with me.

    Back to the baby thingy – This task took well over 8 hours. Thank goodness the NCAA championship game was not until the next week and UNC was not in the Final 4 that year.

    I got very little sleep that night, the hospital TVs were not HD and I never got a cup of Starbucks Coffee that night.

    I have to admit that I was quite grumpy because of all of the commotion and disruption of my evening plans and I needed an epidural to calm me down. Bum would not share hers.

    I had to stay in the hospital with Bum and listen to her gripe and complain about what I thought could not possibly be as bad as she made out – labor pains and contraction thingies.

    You would have thought someone was tearing her apart, as much noise as she was making (women – bunch of whinny people)

    I tried to soothe her with a dopy nursery rhyme, a poem about a beautiful babbling brook and a pretty pony prancing around in a meadow (or was that a talking pony babbling about some stinking flowers and singing some song about dope?), but no, this did not help her get over her mysterious and I believe imaginary pains. Wa Wa Wa – what a baby.

    Any way – sometime during the day (or was it night), you were born or was it popped out, snorted your first breath of fresh hospital air and farted your first real open air fart. HURRAY!!

    Now you may not believe all of this (you should) – but this next piece is 100% true

    The Doctor snatched you out of Bum’s womb (ie gut) and held you up proclaiming “MR. Burriss – Here is your SON… I mean daughter.”

    Something fell on the ground at that moment, but we forgot to go look for it. I’m sure it was nothing important.

    I was EXCITED, bummed out, I mean EXCITED and so was your mother once she sobered up, I mean regained consciousness,

    Any way – enough of this mushy stuff.

    Happy Birthday Lauren. I am so glad you are my daughter, even if you were not planned – OK the truth is we planned 100% to have 4 kids, we just never thought God would give us you as our last child.

    We kind of hoped to have another chance at having a normal child – but we gave up after you, I mean you proved it could happen.

    I love you.

    Dad

    PS – I hope you still Love me as much as ever.
    Ps again – thank goodness for Yahoo Reminders

  • My view tonight

    It’s 8:30 pm and I am sitting on my back yard patio enjoying a good book. It has just gotten dark enough that I can no longer continue reading, so I put down the book and stared up at the sky for a few minutes. This is what I saw.

    Peacefulness, beauty and tranquility.

    The moon is nearly full and almost within reach. The sky is so clear that the moon is as bright as I have ever seen it before. So bright that it seems to light up the butterfly bush below. This is the bush that during the day is still full of beautiful butterflies of all types.

    The darkening sky still provides a sort of blue wrapper around the bush as if to high light it for me.

    Darting ever so slowly across the sky are airplanes. I can only imagine that there are two types of passengers in these planes. Those who are heading home to their loved ones and those who are headed off to work somewhere far away from their home. Two significantly different mindsets, traveling together to different destinations. Can they see my moon and stars? I hope so. This view is for everyone.

    It’s just dark enough at this hour to see a few bright stars hanging around in the sky. The sky is so clear that every few minutes another bright star appears in the sky. Twinkling back at me with light that is sent to them from other stars, likely the sun that has long since disappeared over the western horizon. Not fully understanding our galaxy I simply look at it with amazement and awe. Thank you God for this unbelievably wonderful mystery.

    It’s quiet except for the occasional drone of a big rig going down the highway a few miles from where I sit, and the gentle noises from all of the insects that are still around this late in the summer season. The Sunday night road warriors seem to be hurrying along as if they as well want to get home or off to destinations far away. I hope they see the beauty of the sky, moon and stars as well.

    This view and the sounds that come with it are peaceful and therapeutic to me. I wish I could sit here every night and enjoy it.

    This is what the body needs on Sunday, the day before I have to dedicate my mind to the job, whatever that is or will be. Preparing yourself to do your best must include clearing your mind and having a peaceful period of time now and then.

    Have you spent any time clearing your mind or simply staring at the moon and stars lately? Try it. Hopefully you can find peacefulness and tranquility as well.

    Enjoy your Sunday night and be as productive and caring as you can be this week.

    Teddy

  • Paraprosdokian – Surprising Phrases

    A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax

    • I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
    • Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
    • I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
    • Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
    • The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.
    • Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
    • If I agreed with you we’d both be wrong.
    • We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
    • War does not determine who is right – only who is left.
    • Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
    • The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
    • Evening news is where they begin with ‘Good evening’, and then proceed to tell you why it isn’t.
    • To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
    • A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.
    • How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
    • Some people are like Slinkies … not really good for anything, but you can’t help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs.
    • Dolphins are so smart that within a few weeks of captivity, they can train people to stand on the very edge of the pool and throw them fish.
    • I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted pay checks.
    • A bank is a place that will lend you money, if you can prove that you don’t need it.
    • Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says “If an emergency, notify:” I put “DOCTOR”.
    • I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
    • I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with “Guess” on it…so I said “Implants?”
    • Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
    • Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?
    • A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
    • You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
    • The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
    • Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.
    • Hospitality: making your guests feel like they’re at home, even if you wish they were.
    • Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
    • I discovered I scream the same way whether I’m about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.
    • Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.
    • I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.
    • When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water.
    • You’re never too old to learn something stupid.
    • To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
    • Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have no imagination whatsoever.
    • A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.
    • Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

  • Ten #Life Thoughts to Ponder

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    A little humor mixed in with a little #Life.

    # 10 – Life is sexually transmitted.
    # 9 – Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
    # 8 – Men have two emotions : Hungry and horny. If you see him non-horny, make him a sandwich .
    # 7 – Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks, months, maybe years.
    # 6 – Some people are like a Slinky-not really good for anything, but you still can’t help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.
    # 5 – Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospitals, dying of nothing.
    # 4 – All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
    # 3 – Why does a slight tax increase cost you $800.00, and a substantial tax cut saves you $30.00?
    # 2 – In the 60’s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

    And The # 1 Thought for the day – Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers; what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.

    Just for my friends, here is a bonus thought – Don’t worry about old age; it doesn’t last that long.

    Thanks to my friend Cheryl for sharing this with me so I can share it with my friends.

  • Restroom cheering

    I went to lunch with my brother and wife today. We went to a sports bar on opening day of Professional Football. Big Shotz in Winston-Salem NC is a good restaurant that Becky and I frequent often.

    The Carolina Panthers were playing the New York Giants, and in a NC town, this was an exciting game with equally excited patrons in the bar. The bar was loud and they had the TV cranked up all around us. We could see the game thru the patio windows and here the play by play over the bar speakers.

    After a good hamburger and a few drinks, I had to go inside and visit my porcelain buddy in the restroom.

    I walked into the men’s room and even with a full bar, this room was empty.

    I walked over to the urinal and prepared to relieve myself. For those of you who do not understand the plumbing issues of a 50+ yr. old man, you do not start doing your business right away. Some days, it may take 5-10 seconds to get your body working properly as you hover over a urinal.

    With the football game playing over the bar speakers, I heard what I thought was the sportscaster speaking about me, “Hey folks, this is getting exciting now. Who knows how it may turn out. This guy can win this game.”

    Exactly at the instance that I started to do my business, the crowd in the bar and on the TV started to cheer as the sportscaster began saying, “Look at this guy go! He is dang good! I think he’ll end up in the Hall of Fame”

    I finished my business in the restroom and walked back out to the Patio with my chest pumped up and just a little more attitude in my step.

    Thanks to Fred for providing me with this story. I hope you enjoyed it.

  • Doctor Visit # 3 of 3

    Three things happened to me while working at Neutron Products that required that I go see the local General Practitioner, Dr. A (I will not publish his full name)

    This is injury # 3

    Nail Gun Accident

    We used wooden crates to package the product that we produced in the chemical plant. These crates were wired together and set on top of a wooden pallet. The sides were nailed to the top of the pallet and once filled; a wooden top was nailed onto the crate to secure the product inside.

    We used pneumatic nail guns for this task. These nail guns were really good and you could shoot a nail a few hundred yards if the conditions were right. There were 2 key conditions. 1 – No one in the path of the shot. 2 – the boss was nowhere around.

    The boss harped on us to be careful with the nail gun. However one time I failed to be careful enough.

    I was putting the top on one of the crates and I had my left hand pushing the top down onto the product so that I could shoot a nail in the side and then into the side of the top. My hand was directly over where I was shooting the nail, horizontally; at least this is what I thought. The nail hit a knot or another nail and shot straight up into my hand.

    Picture this folks – my hand nailed to the top of the crate with a spiral nail designed not to back out. I yanked my hand off the nail and stood there watching my life juice drip all over the crate. Truth be told, I started moving my hand around over the top trying to draw a cool picture before the boss saw me and started yelling.

    OK – Let’s pick up the pace of this story now.

    Off to see the company Doctor to get cleaned up and for a tetanus shot. Guess who the company Doctor was – Yep, Dr. A.

    One of my buddies drove me to his office. There was no nurse there that day so Dr. A took me back to the examining room. He took a look at the hole in my hand and told me to follow him over to a sink. Here is where it got really strange.

    He unwrapped a sponge that had antiseptic on it, handed it to me and told me to start scrubbing the hole in my hand.

    Now, I kid you not about this – His office door was open and I could see into it from the sink where I stood. He walked over to his desk, sat down, picked up a glass of what appeared to be bourbon and took a sip of it. He picked up a magazine and started reading it.

    He looked over at me and in his very clear Asian accent, told me to keep scrubbing. He then picked up a bottle and poured more drink into his glass. Before he took another sip he yelled over to me, “Keep scrubbing, you need to get it real clean.”

    It seemed like 15 minutes of scrubbing before he got up and came over to me. He took some paper towels out of the dispenser above the sink and whipped the antiseptic off my hand (did he just contaminate me again?). He put a Band-Aid over the hole in my hand and told me to keep it dry for a few days as he walked me out of the building.

    I told my boss about this and all he said was, “He we sent you to the Dr. We did our job. Now get back to work and be more careful next time. That Doctor visit cost us $130.”

    Anyway, I learned a lot back then. Be careful around needles especially when your butt is involved. Expect an X-ray when you hurt your bones and wow, I wonder if today a Doctor only charges a $130 and if he drinks cheap bourbon or good single Malt.

    This is part 3 of 3 / This has been another story shared by Teddy Burriss. I hope you enjoyed it.