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Retirement Update…life goes on….

rwcreasy — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 17:31:56 +0000

Just a few observations about my life after Pfizer. First of all it’s safe to say that life does go on. I still see about 8 clients during the week but I’m less rushed in everything I do. I even find myself driving the car slower to get somewhere. Of course this could have something to do with my aging body and mind and less to do with eliminating my etched in stone schedule of arriving at the gym at 5:30am and at work Monday through Friday at 7:30 am. But who knows for sure? Days seem to move a little slower. That’s a good thing, especially during the summer. In the past it seemed that summer passed so quickly I hardly knew what happened and bam, I’m raking leaves again. Saturday and Sunday had to be protected and exalted as “my time.” Ok some things never change. It seems as though June is lingering around and I like that. I have developed a new appreciation for “house wives” and completely understand why women entered the workforce outside of the home. Quite frankly, they were bored to tears and had to leave the home to maintain their sanity. It’s dull, unimaginative, and colorless to wash clothes and make beds. It’s much more invigorating to discuss the medical and legal implications of treating patient X with drug Y and developing a training module around the mechanism of action which the FDA will actually approve. Folding laundry is not stimulating any way you look at it. And forget daytime TV. If you’ve ever wondered how Barack Obama got elected president, just turn on your TV, any station, any time between 9 am and 5 pm, and you’ll understand. A whole new world will open up to you. The newspaper only prints the show listings beginning at 6 pm. There’s a reason for that and it’s because it isn’t worth printing. How do I know this? I catch bit’s and pieces of programming during the day while waiting in doctor’s offices or while running at the gym trapped and held captive to watch the channel du jour. Sometimes I’m flipping through the channels looking for FOX news and taste a sample of bla bla. It’s basically mindless drivel with a few personalities mixed in like Regis, Whoopie, Barbara Walters, and my personal favorite, Joy Bahar (IQ of 89). Then there’s the old stand-by’s, the Soaps where the plot is basically the same as it was 30 years ago and I’m not exaggerating. Of course’s there’s Ellen and Oprah for really mind stimulating talk. All I can say is, thank God for Facebook! You know, where we can post stuff like “Hi FB friends, it’s another beautiful day here in Sunnybrook Farms,” or where we can view family photo’s of strangers we know nothing about or could’t care less about. Hold on, someone’s trying to reach me by FB chat. We’ll talk later.

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Happy Mother’s Day

rwcreasy — Sat, 08 May 2010 00:18:50 +0000

As Mother’s day approaches this weekend, we recognize the vital and formative role mothers have on individual lives. I’ll throw out the question, where would we be without our mothers? Now if your mother was warm, welcoming, nurturing, loving, caring, emotionally healthy, and present, this is a no brainer. If however, your mother was not “present” either physically, emotionally, or otherwise, then it’s a more difficult question to reconcile.

Many clients (especially men) seeking help for depression, anger, or personality disorders, often describe their mother as cold, depressed, unavailable, ambivalent, distant, burdened, intimidated, lonely, and often a victim of abuse themselves. The abuse can be emotional, physical, or sexual in nature. One must tell “self” the truth about our mothers in terms of their personal history, their struggles, and their emotional health in order for us to have peace and healthy emotional feelings. Sometimes clients place the same expectations on their mother which may have severe emotional baggage and limitations, as those dream girls we see on TV, June Cleaver, Margaret Anderson, (Father Knows Best) Clair Huxtable, Harriet Nelson, and you get the picture. But the truth often includes the fact that our mothers may have been a victim of abuse, and suffered severe mental disorders such as depression, anxiety, or a personality disorder. The truth is, if our mother suffered from a mental disorder, abuse, or depression, they weren’t ABLE, they weren’t capable of giving us what we needed in order for us to feel loved, nurtured, and significant. We can’t truthfully hold our mother (or our father but we’ll save that for later) responsible for fulfilling their cultural and God given role as “nurturer” if they are ill equipped, or emotionally damaged. Problem is, when we’re 7 years old, we can’t process all this psycho babble, we just know we need love and nurturing. As adults one has to accept the “fact” that “mother” may not be able to give us what we need to survive. If this is the situation, we must realize that God will provide. God knows that we need “mothering” and He will provide, whether through another surrogate “mother” ie. grandmother, aunt, friend, “sister,” or other relative. One also has to recognize that we are “worthy” and valuable in the eyes of God REGARDLESS of the quality or amount of nurturing one received from “mother.” Sometimes, “mother” may not have given us what we needed, but we are still worthy and valuable in the eyes of God. We are sons and daughters of the Father, regardless of our connection with our natural “mother.” If your mother is living, send her flowers……show that you love her, regardless of what she has given you……

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Food Police–Taxes and Regulation

rwcreasy — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 16:39:27 +0000

Salt, sugar, trans-fats, have all been in the news lately as Michelle O leaves her backyard vegetable garden and takes to the mean streets on her crusade against body fat. In her wake, there’s a deluge of federal, state, and local law initiatives rising up against obesity. What I refer to as the “food police” others call progress. OK, we are probably the fattest developed nation in the world. We have access to a wide variety of colas, cakes, breads, cookies, candy bars, chips, carbs and sugars limited only by our grocery budget. But never fear, our great protector and omnipotent caretaker, the all knowing, all seeing, government will swoop in and save us all from plaque buildup, strokes, and a wide assortment of heart ailments.

How will this angel of mercy extend a healing touch? First, they’ll use stimulus funds (aka our tax dollars) to label menus and advertisements with the danger of calories, and perils of sodium, sugar, and fats. Recently Massachusetts was awarded over $12 million in stimulus funds to do just that. Secondly, the government vilifies and demonizes the food industry from Kraft to Crispy-Creme, to big Macs, Frito-Lay to Outback threatening to levy taxes on the cost of their ads unless they place warnings on unhealthy foods. You’ve seen the warning disclosures currently required by the FDA on TV for pharmaceutical ads that run for 3 minutes listing every risk, every side effect known to mankind, that could ever possibly show up by taking this medication. Picture it now, a 30 second TV ad for Hellman’s Mayonnaise would run 5 minutes in length; 30 seconds about the great taste and 4 minutes and 30 seconds warning you of diabetes, coronary artery disease, allergic reaction to eggs, rash, hives, diarrhea, glaucoma, nose bleeds, hyper-pigmentation and an erection lasting more than 24 hours. Please see your doctor, NOW!

There’s even an assault by food critics on the portion size that restaurants serve.

Is there anything our government won’t do to make our lives more comfy and safe?

To my knowledge there’s not a shred of evidence that demonstrates our government sponsored patchwork of weight loss, nutrition initiatives, and taxes on food products does anything to directly improve our health. But we can all feel better knowing that someone in central planning is watching after us.

People’s exercise of free choice lies at the core of this issue. Is there anyone with an IQ above 100 that does not understand over-indulgence of any product or activity (food, sugar, caffeine, salt, calories, lack of or over exercise) is unhealthy? That message is out there. People have knowledge and then make decisions. The government in this case wants to make those decisions for you. Is it just me, or does it seem a little scary that the government wants to mandate the amount of salt and sugar I can use to season my food?

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Shady Maple

rwcreasy — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 02:07:58 +0000

We’ve lived in Pennsylvania for about 13 years. Traveling West on Rt. 322 about 20 miles, one encounters a step back in time. Horse drawn carriages with Amish hats and simple dress, expanses of farm land with serene ponds, barns, silos, and corn fields, a scenic crop of soy beans, dot the countryside which creates a relaxing drive out of the “city.” Kathy and I have traveled the 30 minute calm ride into the countryside for about 13 yrs each Saturday morning. We’ve used that time to talk, refresh, and reconnect from the busy, frazzled week while listening to “Car Talk” on PBS. Shady Maple has been a landmark in our area for a number of years. The restaurant is gigantic and serves literally hundreds of tourists for breakfast, lunch, and dinner each day. I’ve reluctantly indulged in the expansive buffet only a couple of times. I hate feeling like cattle in a food fight, herded through long lines where obese patrons fight to fill their plates with unlimited provisions for $14.95.

Shady Maple also has a farm market which specialized in fresh produce, deli meat, beef, pork, chicken, at a fair price, and a variety of “country offerings” including a cheap lunch for under $4. They often offered fresh grilled chicken and bar-b-q and chips with drink. Hey, Kathy and I were the youngest patrons in the dining area. We felt great. It boosted our ego.

Well, the modern world has taken over and invaded our simple, country, Lancaster brand living and shopping. Where are the Amish when you really need them?

I visited Shady Maple store today and was sorely disappointed. They’ve remodeled the entire store. We saw this happening gradually but did not understand the full impact until today when we viewed the final product. This time of year, we’re usually greeted by the expansive tent protecting a large variety of seasonal garden plants, flowers, and hanging baskets with Amish clerks manning the cash register. Cash only please. The entrance has completely been remodeled, re-routed, there is no tent, there is instead a skimpy selection of yellowing geraniums and droopy tomato plants on display within the narrow entrance hall. Yuk. Is this progress? I hate it. They have completely destroyed the ambiance of simplicity and replaced it with a “modern” touch devoid of my reality, of times past and provide an inferior quality of product.

I”ve reluctantly accepted this transition, although I’m convinced it’s a negative step headed in the wrong direction, called progress. Why can’t we leave some things alone? Why do we feel the need to tile, rearrange, carpet, update and destroy articles of the past? I loved the simplicity and calmness of Shady Maple dressed in 70’s attire. It was a step back in time. Unfortunately, it’s been retooled, remodeled, reshaped, and no longer resembles anything I recognize or admire. Why do things have to be so complicated today?

Although they still sell many items in bulk such as cumin, cereal, spices, oats, and I can find collard greens, cilantro, lemons and limes at at good price, I doubt that Kathy and I will travel the inspirational 30 minutes west on 322 as often. What’s the point?

Wegman’s, which is 10 minutes from hour home actually has better prices and higher quality produce. Their fresh baked rosemary/olive oil loaf is warm to the touch when I pick it up. It’s to die for.

I’m sad. I feel like I’ve lost a good friend. Good bye Shady Maple….I’ll miss you.

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My Political Framework of Thinking

rwcreasy — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 23:39:51 +0000

Experiences of childhood affects many facets of our adult life. Recently I was thinking about my political beliefs of limited government and my dislike for government expansion with entitlement programs.

I grew up in a middle class neighborhood. My parents did not have a lot of money, they never gave me a lot of money, but growing up, I never did without the basics. Sure, I would have liked to have been given additional spending money to purchase more clothes, Beatles albums, ballgame tickets, swimming club memberships, junk food, you get the picture.

My parents and grandparents grew a lot of our food in vegetable gardens. We ate them fresh from the garden in the summer, and out of jars and freezer bags in the winter. My grandparents kept the neighborhood supplied with plenty of fresh vegetables. If there was a need that my family was aware of, they tried to take care of it. My parents and grandparents have given money, taken food in, and helped anyway they could where there was a need.

Except for an occasional “to go” order at Krystal Hamburger, and later KFC, I never remember a single time our family went into a restaurant to eat a meal. It was considered too expensive and we ate home cooked meals instead. The first time I actually remember eating at a restaurant was after church on Sunday night at Shoney’s, I was probably 14 years old. I ordered their onion rings and I still recall they cost $.50. It seemed very expensive to me because that’s all the money I had that night. (they were delicious)

A few members of our extended family received government food either free or at reduced costs. We didn’t have food stamps then but they were referred to as “commodities.” My immediate family never turned to the government for assistance.

Instead, my mother took on babysitting jobs for the neighbor down the street (she also held other part-time jobs from time to time) and my father worked 2 jobs. Instead of working normal hours (8 am till 5 pm) he worked the 4-11 shift at Ford Glass plant (because it paid a little more money), got up the next morning and painted houses until time to head back to the plant. Didn’t need government assistance.

I was taught to value savings and hard work. My grandparents took me to Home Federal Savings and Loan bank to start an account when I was too short to stand at the counter without a step stool. I never saw a credit card until I went to college. I wasn’t even sure how they worked. I never had a credit card until after I graduated. If my parents couldn’t pay for it by the end of the month, they didn’t buy it. It’s that simple. Get it? No credit debt.

My grandmother knew the head cook at the local “burger” shop and got me a job washing dishes when I was actually under age, I was 15. During that time period I caddied on weekends at the Old Hickory Golf Club. I walked from my grandparent’s house to the golf course on Saturday and Sunday mornings at 5 am to get in line with the other guys looking for work. I’d walk home late that evening with about $20 in my pocket. Felt like a millionaire. Didn’t need government assistance.

I won’t bore you with the details, but subsequent years were similar. I had a job during most of my high school years, and I worked during College. My parents and grandparents paid for my college tuition. There was no government assistance.

So this is a small snapshot into my early years that shaped how I view the world today. The idea of turning to the government for anything is completely foreign to me. The idea of depending on the government for financial assistance is completely foreign to my way of thinking. If you need something, then work for it. If you can’t obtain it that way, then pray for it and God will provide it. I often think, if I can do this, if my mother and father could do it, then others can do it as well.

I recognize a role for limited government to help provide social assistance. But government is currently too big, too inefficient, mismanaged, abused and out of control.

If my government can keep the roads paved (which they often don’t) and our country safe from attack, maintain a strong infrastructure, keep our water, food, and pharmaceuticals safe, then I’ll be content for now.

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“Is this Mr. Creeeecy?

rwcreasy — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:19:05 +0000

Whenever our “land line” phone rings at any time of the day, and I answer it, a cheerful voice on the other end greets me with “Is this Mr. Creeecy?” (they always mispronounce my name) I won’t take the time to phonetically spell all of their machinations and mispronunciations. As soon as I’m asked this question, my primary sphincter muscle begins to contract and tighten because I know what follows. DO NOT ANSWER THIS QUESTION if you receive these solicitation calls. As soon as you say “yes, who’s calling?” they begin their monologue selling their wares without taking a breath. For some mysterious reason, once I’ve answered “yes” to “Is this Mr. Creeecy?” I feel like it would be rude for me to just hang up the phone. So, I patiently listen while my sphincter muscle gets tighter and tighter and my blood pressure rises. But in the end (or sometimes I interrupt the chirpy voice on the other end) I say “No thank you.” Then I hang up. No matter what they say, regardless of what they ask me, the answer is “No thank you.”

Apparently my membership to the “Pennsylvania Do Not Call List” recently expired. I have been contacted in the last week by every charity known to humankind asking for my donation. Political lawyers have also phoned to warn me of the impending doom which awaits our country (of which I’m already well aware of) asking for money so they can take our case to the Supreme Court. I’m serious. I received a recorded call from Dick Morris and one other dude (can’t remember his name) asking for a donation (I promised myself that I would not make this a political blog today).

So today, I’ve “re-signed” with the “Do Not Call” list and hopefully it will remedy this nuisance. I’m not sure why we maintain the land line instead of switching entirely to cell phones. Not a single person we know or friend calls the land line. Of course our family and friends use the cell number. Perhaps we feel more secure knowing that if the cell phone battery goes dead because we forgot to plug it in the night before, we still have a life line to the outside world of talk.

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Love in the Supermarket

rwcreasy — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:06:44 +0000

Now that I’m “retired” from my regular day job, I’m on different routines. For example, I might be at the grocery store during the day instead of on the weekend or at night as was the case today, after returning home from vacation, our cupboards were bear. I got up later than usual and started to the gym. Traffic patterns are different at 8 am vs 5 am. No joke. School buses and school mom’s tried to kill me several times with their unexpected starts and stops. At 5 am, there is no traffic to speak of, so I had the road to myself, but not so at 8am. The gym is a bee hive at 8am compared to the 10 of us there at 5am.

So now, I’m off to the store. Ok, first lesson, never, never shop at Wegmans on Monday mornings. Their cupboards are also bear from the ransacking they took over the weekend. The collard greens were yellow (for you yankees, they’re supposed to be bright verdant green), No tomato sauce, or fresh grapefruit juice either. Enough, you get the picture. So now I notice there are only two categories of people in the entire store; either the very old with grey hair ( I guess I qualify now), or young mothers with kids in shopping carts which look like model airplanes. It’s dodge cars as you’ve never seen it (remember the dodge cars at the state fairs? The ones which have the electric sparking cable attached to the ceiling?) Well that’s what its like. Several grandmothers were nearly ran over by moms rushing for the blue light special in the opposite corner of the store. Wild as usual.

But what got my attention and brought me back to the present, a very enjoyable moment of course, was the red faced toddler standing up in the shopping cart (designed to look like a model airplane) who was announcing his unhappiness to the entire produce section. Then I watched as the mom, bend over, without effort and softly plant a “mothers” kiss to his sweaty forehead. It was magical and facinating to see the calming effect of …what else…LOVE. The tears dried up, and a big smile came on his smudged face. See what a kiss can do? Find the one you love right now and go plant a kiss on their cheek and see what happens…..

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Healing of Addictions

rwcreasy — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 17:22:36 +0000

II Corinthians 4:16-17 encourages us to not lose heart or become discouraged even though our outer man is decaying, our inner man is being renewed each day. It’s a daily “process” in which light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison.

God seems to transform and bring healing to us in at least two distinct ways; an instantaneous miracle, or through a process of peeling back multiple layers of spiritual, emotional, and psychological walls, often compared to “peeling an onion.” This latter process usually occurs over extended periods of time often requiring years or even a lifetime to accomplish.

In my experience with counseling those struggling with sexual addictions and sexual sins, transforming healing and freedom occurs during a process over time. I’ve also observed this “healing process” with drug addictions as well. During the process there are often “slip-ups” where the person who has resolved never to go back, never to “use” again, returns to use the drug or view the pornography once more.

While we know that God has the power to instantly heal and bring recovery, I believe he uses this restorative process over time to vividly demonstrate the destructive, deadly, consequences that sin brings not only to the individual but to family and friends surrounding the person. It helps one to realize the “awfulness” of the sin which drives us to our knees in daily submission and supplication to our Father for help. The process also reveals to us the magnificence and depth of His grace when we are totally and completely dependent on God for deliverance. Remember God spoke to Paul about his struggles and said “my grace is sufficient.” God did not instantly bring healing or restoration to Paul regarding the “thorn in the flesh.” I believe he wanted to use this opportunity to demonstrate his grace and power in Paul’s life.

The story of Joseph in Genesis perfectly describes a healing process. God could have instantly taken revenge on the brothers who tried to kill Joseph. He could have made Joseph ruler in Egypt at any time. But he didn’t. We’re provided a narrative that tells of how Joseph was left for dead, slandered, accused of rape, and imprisoned before being placed in authority to save his family. It was a process. All the evil that was hoisted upon Joseph, God turned it around and made something beautiful and good that saved his entire family from death.

Genesis 50:20 You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.

Look at the process that God took Abraham and Sara through. Why didn’t God just give them a son during their youthful years? Why did he wait 100 years before giving them a child? It was through this extended period of time that Abraham proved his faith and God demonstrated his powerful hand to accomplish what he promised he would.

I believe God can take the evil that haunts and seeks to destroy our lives and make something good from it. Addictive behaviors are always the tip of the iceberg. It’s what we observe from the outside. God wants to uncover the often hidden root causes, the emotional and psychological wounds, unforgiveness, anger, self reliance and pride, that support and give way to the addictive behaviors. True restoration, freedom and healing from these types of wounds will take time to explore and allow the Holy Spirit to reveal new insights within our hearts which will bring lasting transformation.

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On the Mountain of the Lord It Will Be Provided

rwcreasy — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:21:04 +0000

Genesis 22 ”Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!”
“Here I am,” he replied.

² Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.”

Can you imagine hearing the voice of God telling you to do such an insane thing? But Abraham had astounding faith and he recognized the voice of God. Don’t know about you, I have trouble with both having faith and recognizing the voice of God. But Abraham responded immediately “Here I am.” He had an ear for hearing God. There was no confusion, no arguing, no questioning, no “but God…. but…. you said….” just obedience and preparations for the journey to the mountain of sacrifice. How could he take Isaac, his only son, one that he had waited on for almost 100 years, and embark on this journey to sacrificial death? Genesis 22:5 perhaps provides a clue. When Abraham, Isaac, the donkey, and 2 servants arrived at the mountain, Abraham told the servants to stay with the donkey and “we (Isaac and Abraham) will come back to you.” I think he knew all along that God would provide, he just didn’t have the details yet. It was his tremendous faith in God that allowed him to take Isaac on a journey which to the natural eye appeared to be a death trap. Abraham knew God and exercised faith in God that he would fulfill his promises. True to form, Abraham pulled out his knife and was ready to slay his only son just as God had ordered. But once again, Abraham’s keen sense and ability to discern and hear the voice of God was immediate. An angel of the Lord called out to him from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham! And once again he replied, “Here I am.” Most of you know how the story ended, but just in case, read the outcome in Genesis 22:-15. He was not to lay a hand on the boy. The Lord provided a ram for sacrifice.

Abraham must have had faith that God is a God of unlimited provision. He called the place “The Lord will Provide.” ”On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided” What is this mountain of the Lord? Mountains often symbolize a tower of strength, immovable, permanent, wisdom, power, protection and magnificent beauty.

What aspects of your life do you need to exercise faith in God’s promises? In your marriage, your relationships, your career, family, children, personal health? I believe we can approach the “mountain of the Lord” where he provides a source of wisdom, strength, power, and protection from sin, from discouragement, guilt, shame, depression, anger, and various addictions. Has God “promised” something to you but you don’t have the “details” just yet?

Yes, but “I’m not faithful like Abraham, I’ve had sin in my life,” or “I’ve made so many mistakes that I don’t think God would answer my prayers.”

Let me remind you that even though Abraham had tremendous, unwavering faith, he also demonstrated a lack of faith and even entered into sin on numerous occasions. Let me start by listing a couple. He lied about his wife Sarah being his sister on at least 2 separate occasions to protect himself. Perhaps he is best known for sleeping with the maidservant Hagar and getting her pregnant with Ishmael. Significant consequences followed each of these sinful acts, but God was faithful and so was Abraham. The New Testament refers to Abraham as “father of faith” not “that sinner who slept with Hagar.”

We’ve all sinned and fallen short of our high calling, but we can and must abide with our God on the mountain of provision each day.

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An Evening With Rick

rwcreasy — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:14:19 +0000

Christmas 2009

Transcript (not verbatim) below:

What are you telling yourself on Christmas Eve?

An evening with Rick Creasy

12/24/2009

Rick: Are there any questions for me tonight?

Clint: I have a question. I like Fox News but I’m trying to figure out how can I get more Fox news. I know it comes in on the TV, but is there any other place I can get Fox News?

Rick: Yeah, I think Bill O’Reilly has a book out….Fresh…something. You can get it on the internet, do you have internet? Cause you know Al Gore discovered the internet and it’s really begun to take over. So if you have the internet you should check it out

Grandma Howard: And what about getting it on the iPOD?

Rick: That’s a great question, Grandma! And this is coming from my 87 year-old m other in law, and she’s right, the iPod would be an excellent way to capture Fox News

So does that answer your question?

Grandma Howard: I’ve got a question. I’m really worried about health insurance. Should I stay with Medicare or go with a younger group?

Rick: That’s a great question. Nanny is going to provide for you. Fo shizzle. And for example, if you like waiting in line at the post office, you’re going to love waiting in line for healthcare. Just take me for example, just the other day I was in line for stamps for over 30 minutes.

Grandma Howard: So did you stamp while you were waiting in line for stamps…?

Rick: But really, the White House and Barak Obama are doing everything they can do to take from one and give to another

Grandma Howard: Really, what did you do while you were waiting in line for stamps? Did your feet stamp at all?

Sarah: I have a question. What advice would you give to a girl who’s married into a family for about a year and three months and is just starting to wonder what she should call her in-laws. Has she missed the boat on calling them mom and dad?

Rick: Come to think of it I’m not sure what you’ve been calling me in the past. Dad would probably be a better substitute. You know, my boys call me rick, so it doesn’t really matter at all. The most important thing is that there’s a lot of love and devotion especially when it comes to me. Really all it takes is loyalty, dedication, and devotion and unwavering loyalty. But seriously, on’t call me the old man. Rick, pops, or P. Diddy will do.

Kathy: What should I do about my dining room? I’ve got this great Hinkle Harris table but no chairs chairs? And if I get either the Hinkle Harris Schillbacks or Chippendale chairs and does that mean that I can’t get drapes too?

Rick: I’m glad you asked, and this may take up the rest of the night…

I’m sitting here looking at the dining room and it’s lovely but you know what, it’s been 13 years that we’ve been living here and there are no chairs. Get the chairs…I think I could give the same advice about drapes…I mean I only make 50,000 dollars a year so you’ll have to figure out where the money is coming, but honestly you do the books and you know what’s best anyway but I’m going to flip fast forward and reverse it and just say you do the books, you get it done. GET THE CHAIRS AND THE DRAPES

Lee: I can’t come up with question.

Rick: Well then, I advise to get with it and start asking me for more advice.

Lee: I want advice on what advice should I get from you?

Rick: Lee, you need all the advice I can give you which basically includes every move you would ever make. Such as having a child, buying a car, what color slacks, hairstyle, buying a house, music, facial hair, video games. And by the way you’ve been watching way too many video games. And another thing you need advice on is time management.

Grandma Howard: I have a question, did you give advice that you weren’t asked to give

Rick: I doubt it.

Kathy: I’d like for us to take a vote. Has Rick ever given us advice that we didn’t ask for?

Clint: Yes

Grandma Howard: No

Lee: Yes

Sarah: I’m loyal Dad!

Kathy: YES YES YES!

Rick: Nobody ever goes for my advice anyway. They juste wear what they want to wear, do what they want to do, buy what they want to buy. Also, no one gets my sense of humor.

Fo sheazy.

So, Goodnight and God bless…and could someone please explain the economy to Katie Couric?

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