Peaceful Turtles http://peacefulturtles.com the anti skunk blog Tue, 13 Sep 2011 19:07:25 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 What I am Learning the Past 4 Weeks.. http://peacefulturtles.com/what-i-am-learning-the-past-4-weeks/ http://peacefulturtles.com/what-i-am-learning-the-past-4-weeks/#comments Tue, 13 Sep 2011 18:47:51 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=467 Continue reading →]]> I am learning:

To Adapt and Overcome. This means to adapt to disappointing situations. My code classes are not doing too well, or, I am not keeping up and may fail. I will adapt to my goal and do what I can. Maybe a re-do. I must overcome this obstacle to get to the end, a degree.

I am a natural born salesman. I am great to talk to, not pushy or rude and I care about people. That is a genetic trait from my father and brother. I love a chat at Starbucks!

My curse and blessing is to keep myself in perspective and not stay in the future but to work on today. I am a forward thinker and get excited about new ideas and new technologies. I need to learn to slow myself down and concentrate on what I need to do now.

My dreams that I remember, tend to warn me from what I could become. I look for a theme and what it may be saying to me.

When I let myself become bogged down and life is dreary; I lose the ability to be creative.

I am learning to appreciate my wife of 37 yrs more. Because of her, I am living and breathing and dreaming! She is the only person ever in my life to love me unconditionally and to nudge me in the right direction. What a gift she is!

Dear Lord forgive for being so unattached and not feeling a thing. I ask you to forgive me for not allowing those who love me to love on me. I am sick of myself and my self created drama! Free me to hear the music and the poetry of daily life. Break down my barriers and walls and build beauty and trust. I weep in my shame but only temporarily as I know that your love for me will prevail!

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/what-i-am-learning-the-past-4-weeks/feed/ 0 WordPress Meet up, Bouder 9/12/10 http://peacefulturtles.com/wordpress-meet-up-bouder-91210/ http://peacefulturtles.com/wordpress-meet-up-bouder-91210/#comments Sun, 12 Sep 2010 22:38:59 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=449 Continue reading →]]> My notes for WordPress meetup

SEO

Google 220 points for search

look good now-image consultant (ward rope,

Google Places, as much dynamic content as possible that content will be indexed

adwords-advertizing

google will insert what others are looking for

indented listing wanted, sub pages , more page rank

top listing 90 % ignored

write reviews to make listings better

bitly oro tiny url

google maps optomization-search small business searc marketing

http://yoast.com/articles/wordpress-seo

how much traffic from google

install google analytic s

marion Rothschild consultant

page elements

1 title page-meta descriptions

put keywords in body content

%5 keywords specific

2  meta description-

3  but content is king-

anchor tag highlite words-relevant tags

you cant fool google

no index for cat pages

use a static page all-in one seo plugin

excerpts-short description

4 duplicate content/no /archives and category

5 site map-for google as well-seo table of content-table of content plug in

6 make comments on external sites, find relevant content

7 linked in-post to other sites/ groups, forums, discuss boards

sign up on other sites-search your self

get feedback!

permalink-set up-use cuctom srtuckture

http://demo.mymediatoolkit.com/wp/

make a popular post a page

shortened link -bitly

ht acess page-edit?

redirect 301

404 error http://gomobileiq.com/whatever

Chris …

404 template-easy to edit

slugs plugin-

webmaster tools from google-

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/wordpress-meet-up-bouder-91210/feed/ 0 One Flew Over the Cukoo’s Nest http://peacefulturtles.com/one-flew-over-the-cukoos-nest/ http://peacefulturtles.com/one-flew-over-the-cukoos-nest/#comments Sun, 25 Jul 2010 05:05:19 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=443 Continue reading →]]> This week-end is the 35th anniversary of this movie and I have always loved it. Now I understand why.

This movie is a social commentary of my society and my problems with it.

McMurphy, played by Jack Nicholson, is a man with his own mind and his own way of doing things.

He in this mental ward for observation. I guess he was arrested for some petty crime. What he brings

to the table is a ability to fight against the status quo. Nurse Crachett is the ultimate control freak

who only does things because that is the way it has always been done. She has absolute control of a

bunch men who are self-committed and could leave at any time. Every character is represented by

a type of man imprisoned by a social construct designed to nuter him. A stolen bus ride to go fishing

and party with women and booze are the antics that bring sanity to a mental ward. This movie is

worthy of a modern review to see how far we have come; or not. It’s like a choice to take the red

or blue pill. Or sanity or insanity for the sake of finding truth.

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/one-flew-over-the-cukoos-nest/feed/ 0 Late April http://peacefulturtles.com/late-april/ http://peacefulturtles.com/late-april/#comments Sun, 25 Apr 2010 01:54:22 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=440 Continue reading →]]> yep, spring is late here, late everywhere. there is a sense of “when is it going to end?” the weather, lack of jobs for people I know are hurting, including my own son. and my sister’s never ending divorce; can’t he just drop dead? what do we do for laughter or even entertainment? even TV is boring. today, i sat outside at Starbucks watching a few swallows scurrying around looking for tidbits of food. i feel  we are like this ever energetic bird looking for a morsel in life. there are plenty of morsels around but they are so toxic for us, but that does not stop us. tisk, tisk back to the computer to study…

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/late-april/feed/ 0 my son Nick and his job http://peacefulturtles.com/my-son-nick-and-his-job/ http://peacefulturtles.com/my-son-nick-and-his-job/#comments Mon, 05 Apr 2010 14:51:37 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/2010/04/05/my-son-nick-and-his-job/ Continue reading →]]> Nick has been working with an electrical crew of 11 and 3 are supervisors all run by the Walmart corp near Kansas City. He hates it and feels micro managed. Last night, I told him that if the job is so negative, quit. He has no wife and kids to support and very little debt. I worked the last 20 yrs at GM and hated it, but I had responsibilities. I am so glad that I can advise him to go with his gut and trust God to provide. He is such an awesome young man! I love him and hate to see him suffer.

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Deanna

Many of you know Deanna from the Refuge. Lately she was in the hospital with a life threatening illness and almost died. She is feeling very alone and would love it if any of you could drop by her party at Old Chicago Pizza in Thornton, Co. Below is the map and the party begins at 7 pm. on Wednesday  Just drop by and bring a card and maybe a few dollars for the pizza.

10180 Grant Street, Thornton, CO 80229

email me at   keithblog@gmail.com or call

720-934-6162

Thank You All

Keith and Kay Broadbent

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/deanna-scott-birthday-party/feed/ 0 Numb Nerd http://peacefulturtles.com/numb-nerd/ http://peacefulturtles.com/numb-nerd/#comments Sat, 09 Jan 2010 22:57:47 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=388 Continue reading →]]> I spent most of the day working on a PC rebuilding and reformatting Hard Drive twice, only to have the hard drive freeze up on a re-start. So I slammed it down on my desktop and it worked again! I mean, I really slammed it down three or four times.

It works for now.

I will take a break.

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/numb-nerd/feed/ 0 My Homeless Christmas-written 1 yr ago http://peacefulturtles.com/my-homeless-christmas-written-1-yr-ago/ http://peacefulturtles.com/my-homeless-christmas-written-1-yr-ago/#comments Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:00:48 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=386 Continue reading →]]> I am always compelled to write but do not often yield to it, after all, it is work. But, tonight i was watching the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performing their Christmas Special and it was fabulous! As I could smell the pine boughs and feel the cold wet snow I imagined I was a boy again in a small Mormon town with my grandparents in their old classic home on a dirt street. That was long ago and I have been homeless at Christmas since.
My parents, both from small Mormon communities, migrated to Wyoming to teach music and start a business. They had the most loftiest of ideals and good clean living enforced by their church Ward as they called it then. They became well known and loved in those communities as they grew their clan to six children and success soon followed.
Christmas was mostly wonderful to me as a small boy. I remember the elegantly decorated home and a freezer full of home made rolls and pies that we could never quite keep our hands off. My mom was so mad because we could eat it almost as fast as she made those delights, as well as home made fudge to die for, and I almost did!
Then we always made the trek to Utah to visit my parents families in Santiquin and Payson. The long, seemed like twenty four hours or more, drives were torturous and to keep from killing my little sister and not to mention my other siblings, we had to be creative. My eldest brother Bill always seemed like an uncle since he was fourteen years my senior and in school somewhere. We learned to make lanyards from long pieces of craft plastic stuff and even zig-zag looking paper creations made from stick bubble gum wrappers.
Next came every little town that had a stop sign on that then only two lane highway and then, of course, we passed the cemetery and came to the famous corny joke. The question was, “do you know how many dead people are in this cemetery?” And the obvious answer was, ” All of them!” We fell for it every-time until we were past being grown up. We almost had a rating system for each little ho-dunk town on that two lane highway on who had the best Christmas decorations on their main street.
The last straw of boredom was reserved for the dark when we could no longer count license plates or hit each other. We called it twenty-one. Every one got a turn to play and had to pick any object and gave only one clue on whether the object was organic or inorganic. The rest of us had to guess the item or lose to the one who was so clever to deceive us all. It is amazing how far one can get with twenty questions!
Finally we were there and Grandma Broadbent would always lay out a huge table full of food at a moments notice. It was amazing, if not a little dysfunctional as I now know. She would hug us and kiss us with wet sloppy kisses and doted on us. My mom never did that. I supposed because she never had the time. But we, as kids, feasted on the attention we got from both sides of our families.
Then there were tons of cousins! If my parents had six kids and others had six kids in those Mormon Communities, we had a lot of cousins and had a blast! We played in the street irrigation systems and pulled blood suckers off our legs later. It was pure fun and heaven for me followed by the best kid food made-by my Uncle Richard.
We always had a huge car, usually a station wagon that became a huge Buick as more kids left¬† for college. I could always sleep on the floor of those huge cars as they purred going home. They always left for the trip home at night or late afternoon knowing we would sleep most of the way home. I always cried when we left to go back to ‘ole Wyoming. It was so green in Utah and we could always get the best apples and pears and corn and pine nuts to bring back. A piece of me was lost in Utah and never regained in those early years.
We were growing up and made fewer trips to Utah for Christmas. We still had the elegant decorated home and cool gifts, but something was missing.
I think I found it in several bottles hidden in book cases, laundry room and behind the towells in the  bathroom; it was filled with a clear water like fluid and I poured it out and filled it back up with water thinking I had fooled the offender which turned out to be my mother. This was in the fifth grade.
[ To be continued...]

[continued part 2]

( I apologize for any discomfort the reader may experience with the following words. Please remember that this how I saw it and your experience may have been different.)

As our immediate family began staying in Wyoming more for Christmas and Thanksgiving Holidays, the environment began to change for me. There were more arguments and yelling and slamming of doors. And of things breaking! Now mind you, that this was mostly during any holiday or family event. The rest of the time was a time bomb waiting to go off but was held off, for a time, because everyone learned to go their own way. Or get out of the way or at least go away. The secret code was to don’t ask and don’t tell anyone. We were the successful family living in a six bedroom home on a golf course. Shhhh….

I imagined that a golf course to a cowboy in the 60′s was about as useless as tits on a boar! We were living the California lifestyle that most people did not know existed. My father was one of the first color TV dealers in the whole state. We were the only ones who had affluence to enjoy early brainwashing by the boob tube. And we did. The first remotes were magnets that struck little pitch forks that would change channels. If you walked into a room with one of these TV’s all you had to do was shake you car keys and the TV set would go nuts, but it was fun to screw up someone else’s show. It was not a TV yet but a Television Set. The control of the remote was king even in those days. We spent many hours, if not years, watching the best quality color TV on the planet. All of our friends would come over to become useless blobs of flesh sitting on our dining room or rec. room floor. We had it made!

In the summer we took golf lessons and played in forced leagues to prove we were normal. I am still a normal lousy golfer who has never learned to enjoy that stupid game, and yet, I want to relax and enjoy it as so many of my friends do. It is a mystery! I even chose a set of clubs as my twenty-fifth reward for lasting that long with General Motors. I have used them once or twice but they look cool and has a cart and even a new box of balls which I lost in ruffs and water hazards the first time I went out. I always defeat myself playing golf. If I have to lose against my self every-time, why play. That’s a no-brainer to me!

On the other hand, my dad used to play two golf balls at the same time. I believed he could play left or right handed clubs and seemed to always cheat. I was not into the new math of the sixties. He loved golf and my mother loved it even more. She was a consistent good little golfer and never took off those short white golf socks with the rabbit puffs on them. She tanned to resemble and old sun cracked Indian’s face with a slight grin burned in. It almost killed her when she could not play on a regular basis because of a foot injury; maybe it did kill her.¬† Things went down hill pretty fast from about that point.

Most of the rest of the summers were spent at the country club pool of which we lived almost across the street . I mean my little sister and I lived there all summer! I learned to swim just by being around it so much. We became brown and tanned like my mother but with out the cagey Indian persona my mom could get away with.  At least they knew where we were and it was free babysitting the TV could not compete with. When we got hungry we would sneak into the actual clubhouse and charge a huge plate of french fries and maybe a couple of burgers; cheese burgers were the new thing then. Those were my Wonder years! Then they ended following a series of events and my Christmas became homeless and lost.

[ to be continued...}

[Continued Part 3]

As I mentioned, the inverted Bell-curve of ¬†my parents’ dysfunction
continued on its’ predictable course of disaster. This was the
beginning of the rest of my life, of the things that shaped me and of
the things that did or did not happen. This could also be a lifetime
of discovery of who I am and why was I created; it has. It is much
like the journey to Mt Everest that I have always dreamed about. That
journey would take most of my life and my resources and I am not
really sure I want summit anyway because the torturous conditions may
kill me. But I still climb. I just want to get close and to feel the
experience.

This where I have failed. I have been afraid to feel Christmas fully.
I can be very negative about this season, and I have for many years. I
am fifty-five years old and I have always hated this time of year and
would shy away and became anxious about the perceived expectations and
the joy that was supposed to happen for me.

I have tried to finish this Christmas memo for the last two days, and
hoped to finish Christmas Eve. But then again I did not know where to
stop or start. So I have decided to reveal what I have discovered this
year. I read something or saw something which empowered me to lay this
down and see what happens.

I have learned that my brother Steve loves me; he told me so! That
meant so much to that he enjoyed my story and thanked me several
times!
I am still learning that Christmas is not about me. It is about Jesus.
Consider these lyrics from a song called, “Christmas Like a Child” by
a group called Third Day:

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I want to feel Christmas, how it used to be
With all of its wonder falling on me
This season has felt so empty, oh for quite a while
I want to feel Christmas like a child

I want to see snowflakes fall to the ground
My brothers and sisters all gathered around
Singing “Away In A Manager” as we sit by the fire
I want to feel Christmas like a child

It’s been so long now, I can’t say
Just when I lost my way
But I’m going back to how it was
When this day meant everything
And we spent our time remembering
The baby Child born for us

It’s all about Jesus, asleep in the straw
This infant, this King, this Savior for all

So I don’t need bells to be ringing
‘Cause I’ll join with angels singing
Gloria
And I can feel Christmas like a child
I want to feel Christmas like a child…

Thank you for being a part of my Christmas this year!

-M

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/my-homeless-christmas-written-1-yr-ago/feed/ 0 been thinking… http://peacefulturtles.com/been-thinking/ http://peacefulturtles.com/been-thinking/#comments Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:32:20 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=383 Continue reading →]]> The church group I normally go to on Sat eve is wonderful in it’s concept. I have been there for a year, but it is 32 miles one way and I don’t run into folks at the grocery store etc.  I just want to be able to hang out and join in on a nice conversation once in a while. I am still not sure I fit in to that group who have been together for several years, I presume.

I went with my neighbor to a local small church this morning. Everything was done well and the message was about the parable of the seed. I left feeling that same ole sense of guilt of not doing enough of “something.”

]]> http://peacefulturtles.com/been-thinking/feed/ 0 Today on a roof http://peacefulturtles.com/today-on-a-roof/ http://peacefulturtles.com/today-on-a-roof/#comments Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:48:25 +0000 keithblog http://peacefulturtles.com/?p=375 Continue reading →]]> I felt it prudent to sit on the roof I am installing and watch the snow and ice melt. The snow became glistening crystals as they seemed to move, melting their way down the black tar paper on the way to an already ice filled gutter. I pondered the earth and it’s problems and looked again at the melting piles of ice and snow and said to myself, “what the hell, enjoy the calming and lazy rays of the Colorado sun,” My ass was getting wet in the meantime, which brought back the reality that I had to do something different or become very uncomfortable. It seems that I only get motivated when something needs some fixing.

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