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Dec 12, 2009
The Mayonnaise Jar

vanillabean45:

I love my dad. If he were a stranger and I met him on the street, we probably wouldn’t be friends, but he is my dad and I love him. He’s not a terribly profound man. He is not incredibly wise or patient or kind or accomplished or accepting, but he tries sometimes. Really, he does. He sent me this last night and I wanted to pass it along….

The  Mayonnaise  Jar

When   things in your life seem almost too much to  handle,
When  24  hours in a day is not enough;
Remember the mayonnaise  jar and 2 cups of  coffee.

A  professor stood before his philosophy  class
And  had  some items in front of him.

When  the class began, wordlessly,
He   picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And start  to fill it with  golf balls.

He  then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it  was. 

The  professor then picked up a box of pebbles and   poured
It into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The  pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf  balls.

He  then asked the students again 
If  the jar was full. They agreed it was. 

The  professor next picked up a box of sand
And poured it  into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything  else. 
He  asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded
With  an unanimous  ‘yes.’ 

The  professor then produced two cups of coffee from under  the  table
And poured the entire contents into the jar,  effectively
Filling the empty space between the sand.
The  students laughed. 

‘Now,’  said the  professor, as the laughter subsided,
‘I want you  to recognize that this jar represents your  life.

The  golf balls are the important things - God,   family,
Children, health, friends, and favorite passions  
Things  that if everything else was lost
And   only they remained, your life would still be  full.

The  pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and  car.


The  sand is everything else —
The  small stuff.

‘If  you put the sand into the jar  first,’ he continued,
‘there  is no room for the pebbles or the golf  balls.
The same goes  for life.

If  you spend all your time and energy  on the small stuff,
You  will never have room for the things that  are
Important to  you. 

So… 

Pay  attention to the things that are critical to your  happiness.
Play with your children. 
Take  time to get medical checkups. 
Take  your partner out to dinner. 

There  will always be time
To clean the house and fix the dripping  tap.

‘Take  care of the golf balls first —
The  things that really  matter. 
Set  your priorities. The rest is just  sand.’

One  of the students raised her hand 
And  inquired what the coffee represented. 

The   professor smiled. 

‘I’m  glad you asked’. 

It  just goes to show you that  no matter how full your life may  seem,
there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee (or tea) with a  friend.’

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Dec 7, 2009
Testy Tester

clientsfromhell:

After developing a custom e-commerce site we received an irate phone call from the client on the day of the launch…

“We’ve been hacked!” he shouted down the phone, “How could you let this happen?”

“Why do you think you’ve been hacked?”

“There’s an order right here and no payment!”

“Who’s the customer?”

“It says ‘Mr Testy Tester, 1 Test Street, Testville’… It’s clearly a hoax order!”

“Do you think we might have been testing the site?”

“Oh, I see…”

Dec 4, 200973 notes
Wolf T-Shirt from Amazon.com - Reviews → amazon.com

“After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to ‘howl at the moon’ from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn’t have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn’t settle for the first thing that comes to him.”

Dec 4, 2009
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