2.28.2018

Dealing with difficult people

Difficult People:
A well-known local attorney, David St John gave a presentation here in CV in 2008,  A key component of the talk dealt with “Dealing with difficult people”; First step - DO NOT VOTE FOR THEM.
  • Difficult people really like being difficult. Their purpose or objective is to get you mad they feel good when you get mad.
  • For many difficult people, their purpose is to make the Manager, President or Board (or all three) look bad to prove you are wrong and they are right. Some researchers into this behavior believe that these people have a unique self-esteem problem where they can only feel good about themselves if they can make someone else look bad or feel bad. This is the only way they can feel empowered in their lives. THEY RARELY CHANGE!
  • Really difficult people get no sense of satisfaction from working to solve community problems.”
YOU KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE, AVOID THESE PEOPLE,

VOTE FOR DAVE ISRAEL SLATE.

2.27.2018

2.26.2018

Sandwich

C'mon you will get it in a minute.

Must vote for Ed Black as Treasurer

Ed Black is everywhere. When lightning strikes a guardhouse, Ed is the first on the scene. When anyone has a complex question on bylaws or 718 regulations or how associations can deal with foreclosures, Ed is the go-to person. He has served for years, as appointed chair of Security, Channel 63 and member of 13 committees from Bar Code Installation, IT, Disaster and CERT to Finance, Advisory, Infrastructure and Operations. He also served as Treasurer and Vice President.

(I think the other Ed just enjoys messing with UCO he does not want to, and has not done anything useful.)

VOTE FOR ED BLACK

2.19.2018

Taco Trucks

My visitors want to know why there are no food trucks parked around CV.  Actually I could go for that, charge them rent.

2.16.2018

Sure Shine Best Car Wash

I treated my old car to a full wash for Valentines. I like to recognize, extra helpful, efficient good jobs.  Sure Shine near Zaxby's is all of this and my windows are crystal clearer than when new. Great. Also you get 10% discount at Zaxby's with your Sure Shine receipt.

1.30.2018

How did we ever survive?

Under age 60? You probably won't understand.
 
Black & White TV
You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
 
'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.'
 
Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. She would defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting E. Coli.
 
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the pond instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then. The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system. We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors.  I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option... Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
 
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.
 
We must have had horribly damaged psyches because we were taught we were supposed to accomplish something before we were allowed to be proud of ourselves. Oh, and what an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?  Ours wore a hat and everything. Oh yeah... And there was the Benadryl and a sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
 
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $99 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
 
I recall Donny Light from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house, instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
 
It was a neighborhood run amuck.
 
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either; because if we did we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
 
We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?