I am a project Manager!

A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: "Excuse me, can you help me?" "I promised my friend that I would meet him in a hour, but I don't know where I am, can you help me?."

The man below says, "Yes, you are in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 degrees North Latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees west longitude."

The balloonist replies, "you must be a programmer".

"Well, yes I am, how did you know"?

"Well everything you just said was technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost."

The man on the ground cracks a smile and exclaims, "You must be a project manager."

In response the balloonist, in amazement exclaims, " You are a smart man, how did you know"?

"Well here is how it is: you don't know where you are or where you are going, You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in the same position you are now as you were when we met, but it is now somehow my fault."

A mother

First, I am a Grandfather of a little boy that is the most wonderful and charming little man I have ever encountered except maybe his father, my son. But I look at his mother and wonder how she does what she does. For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him play the games she can’t physically play; she invests in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values. She can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life is sustained by her work and devotion. She hopes the best, expects the best, and prays for the best to come of her little one. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with pain and leads inevitably to frustration it is the only project that allows a woman to be, through her son a little boy herself. Thank you Malana, for being the best little Joe could ever want. I love you.
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Happy Birthday Larry

He’s a chip off of the old block
He is more than bragging talk
At least some would say
He is a man’s man any day
He is bright and sharp and bold
But is never very far from the fold.
Some say he is a carbon copy of his father
If you don’t like his Pa, you shouldn’t bother
It is hard to resist him
And he knows his wit and wisdom
He really doesn’t have to be persistent
Because his charm is always consistent
Today is his birthday with celebration
And I rejoice with his enthusiastic elation
He walks the walk and talks the talk
Because he is a chip off of the old block.
Whether that block was his father or mother
It doesn’t have to be one or the other.

Happy Birthday my son.