Sunday, April 21, 2019
Quotation
“And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.” — By Max Ehrmann © 1927
Thursday, April 18, 2019
On Tax Day, think twice about deferring taxable income past 2020 - MarketWatch
On Tax Day, think twice about deferring taxable income past 2020 - MarketWatch:
Table: 2019 individual rate brackets
Single Joint Head of household
10% tax bracket $0 - $9,700 $0 - $19,400 $0 - $13,850
Beginning of 12% bracket $9,701 $19,401 $13,851
Beginning of 22% bracket $39,476 $79,851 $52,851
Beginning of 24% bracket $84,201 $168,401 $84,201
Beginning of 32% bracket $160,726 $321,451 $160,701
Beginning of 35% bracket $204,101 $408,201 $204,101
Beginning of 37% bracket $510,301 $612,351 $510,201
Table: 2019 individual rate brackets
Single Joint Head of household
10% tax bracket $0 - $9,700 $0 - $19,400 $0 - $13,850
Beginning of 12% bracket $9,701 $19,401 $13,851
Beginning of 22% bracket $39,476 $79,851 $52,851
Beginning of 24% bracket $84,201 $168,401 $84,201
Beginning of 32% bracket $160,726 $321,451 $160,701
Beginning of 35% bracket $204,101 $408,201 $204,101
Beginning of 37% bracket $510,301 $612,351 $510,201
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
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Wednesday, April 03, 2019
Importance of Hydrocarbon Energy
David A Simpson, Owner/Principal Engineer at MuleShoe Engineering (2003-present)
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
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Saturday, March 23, 2019
A wonderful testimony!! sad but happy
Tamra Scott-Hunt, former Presentation specialist at IBM (1996-1999)
In 1996 I married a wonderful man named Michael. It was a first marriage for both of us, and we felt as if we’d been waiting for each other our whole lives.
(Me & Michael in Maui with Lanai in the distance, mid-1990s.)
(On our wedding day)
We’d been trying to conceive, with no luck, ever since our engagement. In the fall of 1997 I underwent an exploratory laparoscopic surgery where it was discovered I had endometriosis. During the surgery they were able to do a procedure that temporarily opened a short window of fertility. My doctor told us this window would last approximately 3 months, afterwhich I’d most likely become infertile again, so we were thrilled when we conceived just three weeks later. The day before Thanksgiving we discovered I was pregnant, and we were so very thankful. Michael caressed and kissed my belly, and we called this our “miracle baby”.
Everything seemed fine. The morning sickness was bearable, and I wasn’t suffering with other early pregnancy symptoms, but at 13 weeks I had some bad bleeding. Michael rushed home from work while I frantically called my doctor. She said not to come in, and that staying horizontal would be the best thing to prevent a miscarriage. It took three days for the bleeding to stop, so Michael took time off from work to take care of me.
At my next appointment my doctor assured me it was only some minor bleeding and I shouldn’t worry about it. “Nothing to be concerned about” she said. I tried to tell her how much blood there was but she brushed it off. At 16 weeks I had an amnio and ultrasound. We found out we were going to have a boy, and the genetic tests all came back normal. However, because there was so much blood in the amniotic fluid, during the ultrasound the doctor said, “Did you know that you almost lost him?” He checked the attachment to my uterine wall and told us everything seemed “okay now”.
My doctor never followed up on this at our next appointment. When I asked her about it she assured me again that it was just some minor bleeding, nothing to worry about. Years later I would learn I’d had a partial placental abruption which made not just my pregnancy high risk, but was also a risk to my life.
Just a few weeks later, at 20 weeks pregnant, we got what I thought would be the worst news of my life. My husband was diagnosed with stage IV non-small cell lung cancer (NSCLC), the most common form of lung cancer for non-smokers. I remember the doctors words reverberating in my brain as he looked into my husband‘s eyes and said: “You have a malignancy“. And I remember the feeling of my unborn child moving in my womb as the nightmare unfolded before us.
After a few months of unsuccessful chemo and radiation they told us there was nothing more they could do, that we should go home and prepare ourselves. The stress of caring for my dear husband as he endured the chemo was more than I could bear. At 5 months into my pregnancy I weighed four pounds less than before I’d gotten pregnant.
I took care of Michael as best I could, but one night, at six and a half months along I sat down on our bed and my water broke. I knew it was too early. I also began bleeding. I lay awake all night having back labor in the hospital, trying to prepare myself for the c-section in the morning. After Sam was born they let me see him for just a second before placing him on the respirator and putting him inside an incubator. I remember hearing him cry out to me as we looked at each other for that brief moment. It would be the only time I would hear his voice.
His lungs were so undeveloped. Maybe it was the stress Sam and I had both endured throughout the second trimester that added to the difficulty of being born early, I will never know….. Each day my husband and I stood by his incubator stroking his face and arms, holding his tiny hands, and talking to him, telling him how much we loved him and praying that he would live. But Sam lived for only six days.
The morning they came to tell us he was gone I had just awoken from a horrible nightmare of a demon breaking into my house and destroying everything I loved. When I saw the doctor’s face, he didn’t have to say anything. I looked at him and said, “My baby’s gone…” and he nodded.
I slipped into a deep, dark abyss, but I had no choice but to go on caring for my dying husband. Six weeks later I sat in the hospital holding Michael’s hand, telling him how much I loved him, and thanking him for loving me, as I watched him take his last breath. Our eyes were locked together till the end.
I was 37 years old when I lost my family, and I knew with my history of infertility my chances of having another baby were slim at best. I lost my faith completely, and my heart vacillated between indifference and a seething hatred for God and life. Everywhere I went I saw pregnant women, smiling and happy, oblivious to what had happened in my world. Friends didn’t invite me to baby showers, and people kept making well-meaning but in my opinion, ridiculous remarks to me; “You know Jesus needed Michael and Sam more than you did”, “God measures us for a cross before we’re born”, and my favorite “You know right now they’re running through fields of clover”. Clover? Really? Are they running in circles, figure eights, a mobius strip, or just one continuous line that goes for an eternity? I was so bitter, so hopeless, and it was a dark, cold winter that year.
Seven months later I put my profile on an online dating website. I didn’t feel ready to date, but I thought it would be a good idea to at least start talking to men, and the internet seemed like a good buffer between me and the real world for the time being. I met a lot of men online, but only one became special to me. This man had lost his wife two months after my husband had died. He was sensitive, intelligent, interesting, and a commander in the Navy Reserves. He could relate to my loss in a way no one else could. Four and a half years after both our spouses had died, we were married in Maui.
I was determined, but not overly optimistic about getting pregnant at the ripe old age of 42. We’d been to a fertility specialist at Stanford Hospital and she’d told us with my history of infertility, our chances of conceiving a child were not good. Still, she said she’d do whatever she could to help us. Two months later, one-month after our wedding, and ten days before my scheduled laparoscopy, I found out I was pregnant. With no help from the medical community I had somehow overcome all the odds. Making the call to cancel my surgery and tell the Stanford fertility specialist that I was pregnant was the happiest call of my life. She was thrilled for us. “I don’t get many phone calls like this”, she said.
Now we are the happy, and somewhat tired, mid-life parents of a beautiful girl. She means the world to us, and she’s a miracle to me. And every day I’m thankful I got another chance to be a mother.
(He’s wearing a work T-shirt here, but I still love this photo of us)
Time does heal, and it’s not as painful as it was, but I’ll never forget my first family. And each year on Sam’s birthday and the anniversary of his death, I sit with his picture and remember the way it felt to touch his skin, and the color of his eyes, and his newborn smell. And I pray that some day when my time is over, I’ll finally get to hold him in my arms. Till then I can only hold him in my dreams.
'It shall be cause of war and dire events,
And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;
Subject and servile to all discontents,
As dry combustious matter is to fire:
Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy,
They that love best their loves shall not enjoy.'
And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;
Subject and servile to all discontents,
As dry combustious matter is to fire:
Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy,
They that love best their loves shall not enjoy.'
~ William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Greenpeace Founder: Climate Change Hoax Is Completely Made-Up Issue
Greenpeace Founder: Climate Change Hoax Is Completely Made-Up Issue: Moore described Greenpeace’s leftward shift and use of deception for self-serving financial ends:
As time went on, I watched as Greenpeace evolved, basically hijacked by the extreme left. We were pretty centrist when we started. We were basing our positions on science and logic, as I saw it, and I’ve been a scientist all my life; that’s my orientation — not to make up stories and not to exaggerate unnecessarily. And I found that Greenpeace was just going off into this sensationalism and misinformation, and using fear to get people to send them money — fear that the world was coming to an end, which we hear repeated over and over and over again now with this final declaration by Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez that we have 12 years left until the end of the world. The fact is, people have been saying that since the beginning of time, and it never has and it never people, but they get away with it.
As time went on, I watched as Greenpeace evolved, basically hijacked by the extreme left. We were pretty centrist when we started. We were basing our positions on science and logic, as I saw it, and I’ve been a scientist all my life; that’s my orientation — not to make up stories and not to exaggerate unnecessarily. And I found that Greenpeace was just going off into this sensationalism and misinformation, and using fear to get people to send them money — fear that the world was coming to an end, which we hear repeated over and over and over again now with this final declaration by Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez that we have 12 years left until the end of the world. The fact is, people have been saying that since the beginning of time, and it never has and it never people, but they get away with it.
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