eXpress Yourself newZletter Vol. 2004  No. 5
CONTENTS OF THIS ISSUE:
ANSWERS TO LATERAL THINKING PUZZLES
---  How well did you do in solving those word challenges?

THE NEW WORLD ACCORDING TO HOMELAND SECURITY
---  And you thought ordering a pizza was a simple task!

GOD BLESS THE DOGS, EVERY ONE!
---  A few ideas from our canine friends that can definitely improve human relationships

LOOK AT THE VIEW, YOUNG LADY.  LOOK AT THE VIEW.
---  Heartfelt, inspiring words to live by from novelist Anna Quindlen

CHRISTMAS WITH LOUISE
---  How one inflatable doll turned one holiday dinner into an unforgettable 
Christmas memory 

GIVING YOUR INTUITION A WORTHY CHALLENGE
---  Learning to believe the meaning right before your eyes 

CLOWNS AND CACTUS
---  One teacher's best intentions gone hilariously amuck!

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All of us at KohlQuest and the eXpress Yourself newZletter wish you a joyous, healthy and peaceful New Year 2005!

In keeping with the holiday tradition of sharing, we are proud to present Volume 5 2005 of your eXpress Yourself newZletter -- the end of the year, Best of the Best edition. As our gift to you, our very special subscribers, we have compiled some of the best messages sent to us by our readers, and tied them all together in one beautiful package -- your holiday XYZ edition. Some of the following selections may be familiar to you ... some may be your favorites. If you have heard them before, you know they bear repeating, particularly at this time of year. 

May these words touch you in a special way and add their beauty, humor, and blessings to you in the new year!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005!
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ANSWERS TO LATERAL THINKING PUZZLES

In your last XYZ edition, you had the opportunity to test your ability to think "out of the box" -- freeing your mind of preconceptions and approaching problems in an unconventional way -- with a few word brain teasers.  Here they are, in case your memory needs to be refreshed:

What word, expression, or name is depicted below?

T   RN

Here's another:

timing
tim   ing

And a third:

VAD  ERS

Finally:

NE14
10S?

How well did you do?
Check below for the answers:

1.  No U turn
2.  Split second timing
3.  Space invaders
4.  Anyone for tennis?

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THE NEW WORLD ACCORDING TO HOMELAND SECURITY

Well, now that the voting public has gifted George W. Bush with another four years in office, Americans might turn their attention to some of the sobering realities of the gargantuan bureaucratic nightmare called Homeland Security.  In the following, sent to us by Rose Bevington, we get a glimpse at what ordering a pizza might be like in the year 2010.

Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your national ID number?"
Customer: "Hi, I'd like to place an order."

Operator: "I must have your NIDN first, sir?"
Customer: "My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's 6102049998-45-54610."

Operator: "Thank you, Mr. Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive, and the phone number's 494-2366. Your
office number over at Lincoln Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number is 266-2566. Email address is sheehan@home.net.  Which number are you calling from, sir?"
Customer: "Huh? I'm at home. Where d'ya get all this information?"

Operator: "We're wired into the HSS, sir."
Customer: "The HSS, what is that?"

Operator: "We're wired into the Homeland Security System, sir. This will add only 15 seconds to your ordering time"
Customer: (Sighs) "Oh, well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat Special pizzas."

Operator: "I don't think that's a good idea, sir."
Customer: "Whaddya mean?"

Operator: "Sir, your medical records and commode sensors indicate that you've got very high blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health care provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice."
Customer: "What?!?! What do you recommend, then?"

Operator: "You might try our low-fat Soybean Pizza. I'm sure you'll like it."
Customer: "What makes you think I'd like something like that?"

Operator: "Well, you checked out 'Gourmet Soybean Recipes' from your local library last week, sir. That's why I made the suggestion."
Customer: "All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then."

Operator: "That should be plenty for you, your wife and your four kids, and your 2 dogs can finish the crusts, sir. Your total is $49.99."
Customer: "Lemme give you my credit card number."

Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay in cash. Your credit card balance is over its limit." 
Customer: "I'll run over to the ATM and get some cash before your driver gets here."

Operator: "That won't work either, sir. Your checking account's overdrawn also."
Customer: "Never mind! Just send the pizzas. I'll have the cash ready. How long will it take?"

Operator: "We're running a little behind, sir. It'll be about 45 minutes. If you're in a hurry you might want to pick 'em up while you're out getting the cash, but, of course, carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little awkward."
Customer: "Wait! How do you know I ride a scooter?"

Operator: "It says here you're in arrears on your car payments, so your car got repo'ed. But your Harley's paid for and you just filled the tank yesterday."
Customer: Well I'll be a "@#%/$@&?#!"

Operator: "I'd advise watching your language, sir. You've already got a July 4, 2006 conviction for cussing out a cop and another one I see here on September for contempt at your hearing for cussing at a judge. Oh yes, I see here that you just got out from a 90 day stay in the State Correctional Facility. Is this your first pizza since your return to society? "
Customer: (Speechless)

Operator: "Will there be anything else, sir?"
Customer: "Yes, I have a coupon for a free 2 liter of Coke".

Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but our ad's exclusionary clause prevents us from offering free soda to diabetics. The New Constitution prohibits this. Thank you for calling Pizza Hut!"

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GOD BLESS THE DOGS, EVERY ONE!

Dogs can teach us many things about more compassionate, dynamic human relationships -- if we are wise enough to emulate their behavior.  Here are just a few suggestions identified by some folks you may recognize.

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. ---Anonymous

Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful. ---Ann Landers

If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went. ---Will Rogers

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. ---Ben Williams

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself. ---Josh Billings

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. ---Andy Rooney

We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made. ---M. Acklam

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. ---Sigmund Freud

I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult. ---Rita Rudner

A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three
times before lying down. ---Robert Benchley

Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. ---Franklin P. Jones

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have
known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons. ---James Thurber

If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise. ---Unknown

Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul -- chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth! ---Anne Tyler

Speak softly and own a big, mean Doberman. ---Dave Miliman

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man. ---Mark Twain

You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!' --- Dave Barry

If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your
pocket and then giving Fido only two of them. ---Phil Pastoret

Sent to us by Bruce Clapper
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LOOK AT THE VIEW, YOUNG LADY.  LOOK AT THE VIEW.

Below are excerpts from Anna Quindlen's address to students at Villanova.  It contains some powerful words to live by, for all of us who need to remember to embrace, once again, those things that truly matter in the short time we have on this earth.

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I have no specialized field of interest or expertise, which puts me at a disadvantage, talking to you today. I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. 

Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only part of the first. No man ever said on his deathbed "I wish I had spent more time in the office." Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last year: "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat." Or what John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of the Dakota: "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." 

You walk out of this college with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank
account, but your soul. 

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a résumé than to craft a spirit. But a résumé is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've gotten back the test results and they're not so good. 

Here is my résumé. I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. 

I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. 

So here's what I wanted to tell you today: get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? 

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you stop and watch how a red tailed hawk circles over the water gap or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger. 

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Each time you look at your diploma, remember that you are still a student, still learning how to best treasure your connection to others. Pick up the phone. Send an e-mail. Write a letter. Kiss your Mom. Hug your Dad. 

Get a life in which you are generous. Look around at the azaleas in the neighborhood where you grew up; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black, black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. 

It is so easy to waste our lives: our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of the azaleas, the sheen of the limestone on Fifth Avenue, the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. 

It is so easy to exist instead of live. I learned to live many years ago. Something really, really bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been changed at all. 

And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that life is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back. 

Just keep your eyes and your ears open, the classroom is everywhere. The exam comes at the very end.

I found one of my best teachers on the boardwalk at Coney Island maybe five years ago. It was December and I was doing a story about how the homeless survive in the winter months. He and I sat on the edge of the wooden supports, dangling our feet over the side, and he told me about his schedule, panhandling the boulevard when the summer crowds were gone, sleeping in a church when the temperature  went below freezing, hiding from the policemen amidst the Tilt-a Whirl and the Cyclone and some of the other seasonal rides. 

But he told me most of the time he stayed on the boardwalk, facing the water, just the way we were sitting now, even when it got cold and he had to wear his newspapers after he read them. And I asked him why. Why didn't he go to one of the shelters? Why didn't he check himself into the hospital for detox? And he just stared out at the ocean and said, "Look at the view, young lady, look at the view."

And that's the last thing I have to tell you today, words of wisdom from a man with not a dime in his pocket, no place to go, nowhere to be.

Look at the view. You'll never be disappointed.

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CHRISTMAS WITH LOUISE

This is an article submitted to a Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. This won first prize. 
We thank Jo-Ann Close for sending it to our attention.

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As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas.  He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.   What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his  poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. 

One year I decided to make his dream come true.  I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll.  They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart.  I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go.  You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, What does this do? You're kidding me!  Who would buy that? 

Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult.  Love Dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry.  I settled for Lovable Louise.  She was at the bottom of the price scale.  To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination. 

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom.  I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home and giggled for a couple of hours. 

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his  house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.  We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll". 

"Who would play with something like that?", Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. 

 "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. 

"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. 

"Why doesn't she have any teeth?" 

Again, I could have answered, but why would I?  It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting.  It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. 

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed,  when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning.  Then she lurched from the pantyhose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed.  I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.  My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants. Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. 

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse.  We  discovered Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health! 

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GIVING YOUR INTUITION A WORTHY CHALLENGE

The following word puzzles show that meaning is often in front of us waiting to be harvested. Sometimes we need only believe it is there. 

According to the words of Gavin de Becker in, The Gift of Fear, these puzzles show something else too, something about the differences between intuition and conscious prediction. If the solution to one of these puzzles does not come right away, then it is a matter of letting the answer surface in you, because stare though you may, there is no additional information forthcoming form the puzzle itself. If you solve one, the answer was available in you somewhere … Intuition is just listening. Prediction is more like trying to solve the puzzles with logic. You may have greater confidence in conscious predictions because you can show yourself the methodology you used, but that doesn't necessarily increase their accuracy.

The following paragraph contains the names of 14 famous people.  See if you can name all 14.

Flemeing ---  r o b e r t do --- Bward --- CCR --- L-john john john john john john john john john john john --- GGS --- stosharne --- :powell --- cokevstner --- MichL fir fir fir fir fir --- hawstevking --- bjacksrowne --- steV1de --- dgeLnrs.

If you get all tangled up between your intuition and logic, try your hand at this delightful diversion.  Just click on the link below, or copy the address and paste it into your browser's location window, then click ENTER.

http://digicc.com/fido/
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OF CLOWNS AND CACTUS

I sincerely hope you have an Internet connection so you can thoroughly enjoy this delightful true story.  Read the paragraph of what happened below, then scroll down the page to enjoy the revealing photograph.

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Don't you just love it when a teacher's good intentions go amuck. 

An elementary school class started a class project to make a  planter to take home to their parents. Their teacher wanted a plant that would be easy to take care of, so she decided to use cactus plants. 

The students were given greenware pottery planters in the shape of a clown which they  painted with glaze. The clown planters were professionally fired at a class outing so they could see the process.  It was great fun. They planted cactus seeds in the finished  planters and they grew nicely. Unfortunately, the children were not allowed to take them home -- the cactus plants were removed and small ivy plants replaced them. The children were then permitted to take their planters home.  The teacher said cactus seemed like a good idea at the time! 

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Sent to us by Diane Badger who just might be a teacher!
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This concludes the holiday edition 2004 of the eXpress Yourself newZletter.  Before I close, let me remind you about our web site addresses and invite you to visit them often:

Thanks for sharing these moments with me.  Make this day a great one, full of the blessings you desire and deserve. And, once again, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005!

Prudence Kohl

KohlQuest Associates
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Rutherfordton, NC 28139
plkohl@kohlquest.com

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