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Celebration Of Love
The \Organization’ Of Life
Hope you have been en
joying your New Year so far.
For me it has been a mixed
bag. Fighting sinus crud off
and on, getting locked out
of the house without keys
and stressing over getting
organized has so far been
my year. I try so hard not to
stress, I really do. But I want
things to come together and
get done quickly, which has
not been happening at home
or office.
At home, we just finally
got the last Christmas deco
ration put away. The rest of
the house is in total disarray
because for some reason I al
ways feel the need to get rid
of stuff and to re-organize
everything at the start of a
new year. So there are piles
of stuff to be thrown away or
taken to Goodwill or another
place and I still have presents
which have not been picked
up or delivered to my best
friend and step-mom. Throw
in that we are rearranging the
living room and you have
the perfect recipe for chaos
which is as far as east is from
the west to organization.
At the office, there just
never seems to be enough
time. We were in whirlwind
English Is Flexible
Editor, The Georgia Post:
During the 1972 presidential
campaign, several of Richard
Nixon’s henchmen broke into the
Democratic Party’s headquarters
in the Watergate building com
plex in Washington, D.C. After
that, the word ’’Gate” was added
as a sufficient to describe many
illegal and criminal acts.
Lately the term ’’Cliff” has
become fashionable to describe
what could become a disaster.
A good example is the so-called
’’fiscal cliff” we nearly went over
because our elected officials
inside the beltway, procrastinated
until the last minute.
We had already been warned
of a possible ’’dairy cliff” if the
farm bill had not been extended,
ft was. But becausue the leg
islation is nothing more than a
stop-gap measure, we may very
hkely face a ’’debt ceiling cliff’
and a ’’spending cut cliff: in the
near future.
Unhke many other languages,
English is very flexible and
adaptable. We can create new
expressions seemingly at a whim.
My only concern now is that
we avert those potential ’’cliffs”
before March Madness and the
start of the baseball season.
Robert L. Lehane
mode over the holidays, try
ing to get papers out early so
we could have some much
needed time off. Went pretty
well but that meant some oth
er things were put on a back
burner which now must be
dealt with pronto. I deal with
deadlines all the time, how
ever, having to do something
else which I should have al
ready done but did not, puts
me in a tailspin. I really do
love order and organization
and until I get that accom
plished, I feel out of sorts.
There is just nothing like
the satisfaction of having ev
erything neat and tidy and or
ganized. I believe I have told
you before that once upon a
time I was very much a con
trol freak and so wanting to
get organized for the new
year is a part of that disor
der which holds on to me for
dear life. I know I am not in
control but there is that little
small voice in the back of
your head which insists on
insinuating there is a very
small chance you just might
be if only you get this or that
done.
Every year I start out with
one of those organized note
books and rarely do I end the
year with it. I forget it or it
is too cumbersome for the
task at hand and eventually it
seems to get put by the way-
side. I keep trying though.
If only I could just snap my
fingers or wiggle my nose
or something and everything
fall into place, my frustration
level would go way down for
several months, or at least
until the notion to organize
reared its ugly head again,
which would be about next
January.
To top it ah off, it never
fails that someone thinks it is
the perfect time to ask me to
take on another task. Whether
it be help with an event or to
edit something, if someone I
know doesn’t come up with a
project, I usually do myself.
Sometimes it is another proj
ect at home like painting or
rearranging one of the rooms.
Sometimes it is starting an
other book. Doesn’t really
matter what it is, I just always
know it will be something.
I constantly feel the need to
help with something. It is an
overwhelming desire. When
I hear that something needs
to be done or someone needs
help with this or that, every
thing in me cries out that I
will help. Never mind that
my plate is over full. There
have been times when I have
been pleased with myself be
cause the word ”no” actually
came out but that is not the
Pay at a Time
Victoria ’’Vicky” Simmons
vsimmonsS4@gmail.com
norm. Usually that is not in'
my vocabulary.
I guess it is not a bad thing
and I always seem to be able
to handle everything just
fine, except for maybe a few
more gray hairs. I believe it
is our duty to help others and
to help our community when
possible.
In fact, I am participating
in 52 weeks of random acts
of kindness where you do
one thing each week.I prefer
doing this anonymously. I
believe every good deed re
turns to you ten fold. Have
you done a good deed this
week? Wishing you many
blessings.
When we love someone,
we want to take care of them.
We want only the best for
them. I want my husband,
children and grandchildren to
know just how special they
are to me. My desire is not
only to tell them how much I
love them, but to show them,
as well. How can I do that?
I can speak words of affir
mation to each of them. Tak
ing the time to remember the
days gone by will let them
know that I love the memories
we share together. Smiles and
laughter tells them that I enjoy
the time I spend with them to
day. Sharing dreams, visions
and goals tell them that I want
to grow old with them by my
side.
I tell them I love them with
gentle pats on the back and
with great big bear hugs. The
power of touch is incredible.
Have you ever noticed how,
when life hurts, a sincere hug
can make it better?
I spend as much time as
possible with my loved ones.
In our ministry, my husband
Roy and I don’t have many
free weekends. When we are
able to slip away and visit
with the kids, however, we
take full advantage of the time
we have together.
We play with the babies.
We visit with our grown chil
dren, after the grandbabies
are fast asleep. Many nights,
we sit up until the wee hours
of the morning, just sharing
our hearts. We laugh together.
Life can be filled with happi
ness. Most of the time in life,
we get exactly what we want.
If we want joy, jubilance will
be ours.
Too many people would
rather focus on the negative
events in life rather than the
positive. Have you ever no
ticed how a negative attitude
becomes contagious? Simply
spoken, if we always have a
partly cloudy perspective on
Someone Turn Up The Heat Please
The temperatures have been
dropping in our fair peach state
just lately and it is this time of
year that makes me want to
constantly sleep in. I’m not
a very lazy person (more of a
procrastinator than anything)
but when the weather outside
has a chill in the air my bed is
much more inviting than any
other piece of furniture in my
house.
I think if I had been an
animal instead of a human I
would have definitely been a
bear. My body automatically
goes into that sleep mode as
winter comes upon us and
temperatures drop from a
wonderful mild chill we start
to get in the Fall to the crip
pling cold (to me anyhow) of
the Winter.
I also have asthma that is
n
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~ Quotable Quote ~
Wherever there is a human in need, there is an oppor
tunity for kindness and to make a difference.
— Kevin Heath
triggered by cold, wet weath
er and any type of exercise I
might have to exert during
this type of weather. During
the summer time my inhaler
gathers dust and stays tucked
away in my dresser, but as
soon as the temperature begins
to drop, every inhaler I own is
strategically placed for when
that pillow over the face feel
ing hits. Even a trot from the
store to the gas pump can have
me struggling to breathe.
I’m not sure what I would do
if I lived in one of the freezing
cold climates of the states or if
I moved to my mum’s native
country, England. When visit
ing family in England when I
was fifteen, I remember my
aunt comparing me to a ner
vous Chihuahua (for those of
you who have not witnessed a
nervous Chihuahua, there is a
massive amount of shivering
these tiny dogs do that make
them look like someone set
their volume to vibrate).
Of course, in my defense
it was June and my body
had become accustomed to
the lovely southern heat that
comes with the changing sea
son. You know that time peri
od between the two weeks in
April we call Spring and the
two weeks in November we
call Fall where every resident
of Georgia gets slowly oven
roasted every time they walk
out of their air conditioned
home.
In England this is not the
case at all. In the summer time
the weather feels like our Fall
until it rains and then it is full
blown shiver inducing cold
and apparently the Chihua
hua in me comes out. I had
packed a suitcase full of my
best “summer-time” clothes
expecting at least mild tem
peratures, only to find myself
hugging the heater and wear
ing a newly purchased sweat
er everywhere I went.
My husband has become
accustomed to my dislike of
cold temperatures. He has.
From Moo To You
Abigail ”Abby” Adams
abbyadams@pstel.net
over the years, bought me
countless blankets to keep me
warm while we are in the liv
ing room watching television
together. He also doesn’t mind
as I glue myself to his back
every night as we fall asleep
even though I’m sure my con
stantly cold feet aren’t very
comforting as I tuck them un
der his legs.
It’s almost as if his body
has actually adjusted during
our years together and pro
duces twice as much heat just
to keep me warm. Becoming
your spouse’s personal heat
er... Now that’s what I call
hue love!
Ge/eforafe. /f/e
Nancy B. Gibbs
Motivational Speaker/Writer
www.nancybgibbs.com
life, our days will also become
dreary and burdensome.
I am determined that my
life will be great, regardless of
the hardships that sometimes
come my way. To me, life is
truly a grand celebration.
If we want our love for oth
ers to be recognized, we must
rejoice in the celebrations
of life. If we wake up with a
song in our hearts, our days
will be bright and cheery, re
gardless of the weather. Hap
piness should not be deter
mined by the circumstances
around us, but by the bust we
have in God to handle those
situations.
I know that every day
holds a variety of challenges
for each person. What might
go wrong in my life probably
won’t go wrong in the lives of
my children. The difficulties
they face each day may be un
common to me. My husband
will face battles that I will
avoid. And I will have a few
problems of my own that he
couldn’t possibly understand.
The key to a happy family
comes by lifting each other up
on the good days and on the
bad.
Roy and I pray together
often. It’s the perfect way to
start the day. Roy prays for
me and I pray for him. To
gether, we pray for our chil
dren and our church. We pray
for those close to us and also
for those whose names are on
our church prayer list. While
we may not personally know
them, God knows each of
them by name. And He hears
our heartfelt prayers.
Life is duly a grand cel
ebration. God provides ev
erything we need to enjoy
each day fully. The greatest
celebration comes when we
celebrate our love for Jesus.
We can do that in much the
same ways we show our love
for our families.
We embrace Jesus with
our hearts. We become deter
mined to look at the world He
gave us in a positive manner.
We spend time with Him, talk
to Him, laugh with Him and
rejoice with Him. And we
show gratitude to Jesus for the
things He has done for us.
We can celebrate the fact
that Jesus left heaven and
came to earth to die, to be
buried, but also to live again.
Because He lives, we can live
forever, as well. Jesus came
so that we could live abundant
lives. And when we know and
trust Him, the celebration will
last throughout eternity. Now
that’s what I call a lasting cel
ebration of love.
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