Jeff Huddleston

An Auditor is someone who:

1. Has never cooked and
2. Can tell you everything that is wrong with what you have cooked
3. Without ever tasting it.

Have I mentioned that I despise auditors?

“An auditor is a man who watches the battle from the safety of the hills and then comes down to bayonet the wounded.”

There are variations of this quote and multiple attributions of who said it first. I’m sure auditors will take umbrage with it (but that doesn’t mean it’s not true).

Of all the weddings I’ve attended, I can only think of two that I probably should have avoided.

#1 – My first marriage

#2 – My second marriage

😉

I think that sometimes people get caught up in the emotion of the moment and say things that actually mean more than they intend. Almost like a Freudian slip, but no slip.

For example, when seeing someone who has lost a lot of weight, the person says

” OH MY! You have lost a ton!” The person was probably trying to pay the weight-loser a compliment. BUT, if you look at the words, it is really not much of a compliment at all. Do you think they had a superlative amount of weight to lose? Do they look better?

Could the person really be saying. “It looks like you have lost some weight, but you had a lot to lose, so better keep going?”

Compliments which express surprise or delight over new or changed behavior can backfire and actually insult.

Yesterday

The Beatles

Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly
I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hangin’ over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

Yesterday lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Eleanor Rigby

The Beatles

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

Eleanor Rigby lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

(and to the Bangles)

A Hazy Shade of Winter

Simon & GarfunkelTime, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilitiesI was so hard to please
Don’t look around
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winterHear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside’s, there’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got plannedCarry your cup in your hand
And look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winterHang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It’s the springtime of my lifeSeasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Paul Simon

A Hazy Shade of Winter lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Seems like there is a lot of attention when a member of the police or law enforcement screw up. That makes perfect sense. We should hold those individuals and organizations to the highest standards possible. They should be held accountable. HOWEVER, there seems to be little or no outrage or accountability when people of all races and all ages are senselessly killed by criminals, drug cartels, gangs, or other nefarious characters. Where are the protests and demonstrations for lives that matter everyday? Society doesn’t truly want change. The only thing that is happening is race baiting and the underbelly of society taking advantage to create havoc and chaos. If society wanted to change for the better, the church would be outraged by the violence and killings, the social conscience would recognize addiction and homelessness as a disease that no one desires, schools would focus on helping young people better themselves instead of using the young as pawns to get “more” funding. Until we face the reality that lives of every color don’t matter to society as a whole, we will never get out of the endless cycle of violence, class segregation, and civil unrest. It doesn’t matter who is in political power.

Fear Paralyzes. When you base all your decisions on fear, you never move forward. Risk and how you manage it determines your experiences.