Ha Ha! Watch This Man Try An ” Amazing Feat Of Strength” Only To Have His Friend Reveal His Trick!

It looks like he almost hadñj

the crowd going for a minute! Lol!

You need to press the arrow for it to play once you open it..

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Times Have Changed, But Why Are We Following ….

Im sitting at the doctors office right  now about an hour early. I didnt time things very well. Nevertheless, I had already come up with a topic I wanted to write about since I was so early..
 I hate typing posts from my phone. It feels like Im trying to play the piano with tennis balls on my finger tips. Awkward. But,  I digress.

I did something in the waiting room just a few minutes ago that I have not done in over two years. I watched television. I havent owned a television or had cable for about 5 years,  totally on purpose. 

Today I held a remote. I sat through 30 minutes of Dr. Phil and I was only able to stomach that because it was David Cassidy’s last interview. Otherwise I have a hard time keeping from getting sick when I watch TV, in the daytime especially. Then when the news pops in every   30 minutes or so with more and more depressing inserts into what’s going wrong in our world. It just makes me more depressed and more depressed until I just don’t want to look at it anymore.

 One thing I did notice was perspective. The things that used to be big are tiny and the things that used to be tiny are huge. I noticed this and I took a picture of it as it physically can be seen in this picture . 

Media and television in general has pushed the Christmas thing right of the way . It may just be an office Im at now, but this little tree and big screen television are symbolic of our society today. We have squeezed the relevance and meaning out of everything and replaced it with mostly junk. 

  I will try to make a tiny difference by having a big Christmas tree with no television. 

Plus I will say Merry Christmas to each person I see. 

Tj

Did This Judge Fall Out Of The Stupid Tree And Hit Every Branch On The Way Down??

 You know I only got an hour or so of sleep last night. I must have read this wrong. No way a judge would assign custody of a kid to a rapist…someone click on it and tell me what I missed.

Your Kidding Right Judge?

True Or False? 

When Ladies Became Tramps…And Why?

There is something I have noticed over the years that has recently troubled me. More so in the last decade or so and it may have something to do with the fact that I now have girls of my own after 10 years with just boys. At any rate it doesnt matter when it all started happening- it just did. It still is happening, if that is even possible.

Im talking about the fact that women as a whole have devalued themselves, by the way they dress, talk and most importantly how they think about themselves. They have permitted a change of mindset that should have never occurred.

There are so many ways to approach this topic so Im going to break it down only in the areas of expertise that I have. Theories of personality, human behavior and the transitions that occur at certain ages. Those are good starting points.

When I was in middle / high school hitting a girl for ANY reason just did not occurr. Period. There was good reason for it too. If any male was to lay a hand on a girl you better believe there would be a very intense talking to by 3-4 guys after school to refresh your memory on that whole deal works.  And you got only 1 warning. The ” intense meeting” after school may have left a boy with a black eye or something, but that was just a warning shot. I dont think I saw more than 3-4 boys repeat the act in all my years and I promise you those boys still remember that day as it would be hard to forget. The second go around the mountain was disturbing to even think of. It was not tolerated.

Thats how we were brought up.

The girls of the world just starting allowing more and more violence against them. if I fast forward to today, it actually has totally reversed itself from how things were. What do I mean by that? Brace yourself ..

If you are involved in social media at all you will likely at some point run across a little post of a 16 year old girl with a black eye- BRAGGING that that her ” man” beat her down for stepping out of line or some garbage like that. Actually proud of the mark that they have-from a man who keeps her in line like an animal.. Is that twisted or what?

I could go on forever but let me bring this to a close and perhaps readdress it later. The bottom line here is called self esteem. The complete loss of one’s own identity because they have been beaten down emotionally and physically to the point that the only identity left to chase is the one their abusers have drilled in their head. 

You may also see this in the form of a person trying to act as if they were a different color, race,  culture even the way they talk or walk just in order to fit in with a certain identity or group that has nothing to do with who they really are.

That happens all day to girls from 12-50. No one is immume. There is only one way to heal that, and its a process of helping a wounded person to get their thinking straight and instilling in them that their securty, hope and confidemce does not come from any person, money, job, looks, but that their creator is their source. That source never leaves, never tires, always uplifts and sets them up for success not failure.

We have a sick twisted society where young woman are starting to lose their self esteem from so much abuse, and begin to act as if the way some boys treated them was somehow deserved . They began to settle for just not too many beatings, they started living out what the coward boys would tell them they are. 

I could not nor would I put pictures of whats going each day, but below is just a random picture found on line. Its very , very tame compared to what Im talking about, but even when I was in school, any girl who walked the halls doing that would have thought of as a slut. Todays its just normal.

Then, just as disgusting and oh so pitiful is our new generation of ” Im outing myself as a she/man because Im really a woman locked inside.” They may look like this ..

This just in buddy. If you drop your drawers and your still not sure who are, you need an eye doctor or a psychiatrist, or both. Its really not that diffiicult to identify. There are beans and a frank or not. Thats your test on how God made you.

So if you are a parent with a child going through something that you have not been able to help, as always contact me and we can discuss a Dont Label My Kid! Family Plan.

Tim@dontlabelmykid.com

Don”t Label My Kid! Mailbag! Questions Only We Dare Answer…

Dear DLMK! 

You really have quite the nerve blabbing about family relationships and parenting …just a week ago my wife saw you at a Wal-Mart with a toddler and a teenager. You had a Don’t Label My Kid! Golf shirt with the initials TJ right in front. She said you were spanking the little one and after that you yelled at your teen to  “get a life” or something like that. What kind of social worker and hypocrite are you ?

Sincerely,

Donald Parker


Dear Mr. Parker, 

Thank you for writing . First let me remind you that I am not perfect, rarely but sometimes I have a bad day.-moron.

 Occasionally even I get upset ..so why dont you tell your wife to quit stalking me and tell her  to get a job. Ok Scumbag? Next – it was Target. Finally , it was NOT my kid. The little brat was walking circles around my ankles in the isle and almost made me trip. Bet you feel stupid now.

She’s just lucky I did not take her to find her parents or it would have been ugly. I had self control and left her right there by the doors so her parents might spot her walking out. 

Oh by the way, tell the old hag I was off the clock anyway. I can’t ALWAYS be TJ @Dont Label My Kid!

God bless you .

Tj

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DLMK!

Yo -TJ. Man We dig your blog , but you need to tone it down about you , you, and more you. Why don’t you write about someone else one time. Someone who is famous, beautiful, popular, yet humble. We’ve enclosed some photos of us in case your looking for ideas.

Kanye ( compare me to Jesus) West

Beyonce ( better stand up if I enter a room) Knowles.

Arnold ( Trump is jealous of me) Schwarzenegger.

The staff at CNN



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Dear folks, maybe I write about myself because I’m low in self -esteem, OK? I only have one true fan and I think she may not alwsys  be telling me the truth..

TJ

Dear DLMK!-

We have noticed your recent attempts to force your religious beliefs on us by weaving it in and out of  posts. Don’t you think it is a very personal and private issue? You may incite violence otherwise. How can we be sure our kids are safe in school if you are trying to overtake peoples minds? In my homeland, you get a Columbian necktie and both lips sliced off for doing so. Please keep in mind we need you peaceful. We are a peaceful people. Don’t make us come after your family. 

Mohammed. Mohammed. Mohammed Jr.

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If Your Presence Does Not Make An Impact- Your Absence Wont Make A Difference..

People are always looking to impress others. Some flash money, some flash their bodies, some try to make people laugh. The list goes on. How though, do we truly make a lasting impact on the people we are interacting with? I came up with a few ways to leave a group of people knowing you have made an impact.

1-Dont over-talk. If everyone is competing for airtime trying to get their two cents in, the only person truly leaving a lasting impression is the mystery person. The one who spoke only when the conversation warranted.

2-Never gossip, judge, or cut others down. If the group is doing that, either exit the conversation or stay quiet and pull out your day timer to double-check your schedule. No matter what do not allow yourself to be associated with people known to do this. If you have no choice, and you cannot do the day timer thing, then speak up for yourself and say ” I am sorry I am just not comfortable talking about people behind their back.

3-Dont do what most do and try to impress others by fancy jargon, recent incredible accomplishments and desperate measures to get the spotlight. Instead, when you do talk be brutally transparent. Tell the truth about how you feel, or what you think about things, even your weaknesses. This is not too common and you will be remembered for that alone. ( Not bragging but my ” brutally honest strategy is how I got where I am today with well over 75 followers!) LOl- ok next.

4-Listen. Most people spend so much time bumpin their gums that they don’t take time to actually hear what people are talking about. Many times, you may have a great answer for the group to hear, but you are so busy talking you never have time to  actually give the valuable information. Be the odd man out and listen.It makes you stand out.

5- Lastly, mix in an Altoid.

Most of the things on the list have one thing in common. They are not the norm in today’s schmoozing circles. Simply by being different ( in a good way) you raise awareness to you and your cause, because you are not just another worker bee trying to compete. You are out of the ordinary. When you are not there​, you are actually missed.Thats making an impact!

tj

 

Meanwhile, Topping All Recent BS From Islam, Detroit  Man Sues Pizza Chain – Wants 100$ Million For Putting Pepperoni On Pie….

A Detroit Muslim has filed suit against Hungry Howie’s pizza for …putting pepperoni on his pie even though he ordered it 2x. Yes this is real ..

Seems like they have double standards…because down the road a piece , maybe a goat ride away they are not as sanitary as they could be.

Another Body … Just Another Bum.. A Drunk Most Likely… Should Have Made A Life For Himself. Right? No. That Could Be Us…. { Turning The Corner- Don’t Label My Kid! Lets Do It!} 2017- Taking It Up A Level..We Need Each Other..

Mental Health. Looks like this pretty much , right?  I took this picture 2 days ago. You know why? I assumed when I contacted the law to pick the body up they may want some documentation of when and where I found the guy.  Not that its any big deal, I see these bums all day long here in Daytona. Heck You and me could have ended up like that if we didn’t make the right choices, right? Whatever. Who are we kidding. But for the grace of God, there goes me.

In this case I got to walk away feeling better then I initially thought. You see, when I realized he was stiff, and smelled bad I just instinctively went to see if he had any ID to give the law. I was quite shocked when he about jumped when my hand touched his jacket pocket. He was alive! Sort of. Mike, as I later learned was his name was so scared I came to hurt him that he was shaking, I sat down with him and told him it was all good and I help people like him. I am a social worker. I help all people. No matter the age, race, issues, addictions, etc.

I know you cant see all that well in this picture as far as his age and all, but after we had talked awhile he shared a little about his life. Take a guess as to his age? Just do it, ball park.

Mike is 51.

I was able to offer him some options that he never knew were there. I know because that is my gift. We all have gifts, and in my case I have the ability to identify what people need to make their situation the very best it can be. I have done it for my entire career as a clinical social worker. I have worked with teens, parents, mental health patients, addicted folks, poverty stricken, violent people, even the most seriously developmentally disabled people in the world, literally. I have been called on to improve the quality of life for those who are deaf, dumb, blind, and aggressive. Can you imagine? The people in that arena that I ran programs for were abused so badly as babies that even though many were born ” normal” they had some of the most evil parents and caregivers you could imagine. Tossed in dumpsters as babies left to die, left on the hot Florida beaches as infants simply because the mom or dad was too lazy to bring them to a fire station or another outlet who would gladly have taken them in.

I started a school for 60 felons, ages 11-18. Gang members, 12 year old kids running crack at 3am on school days for their own parents. I lived for 5 years with 45 teens who were sexually abused very severely. Every group of people I worked with I was so thankful to have a God given gift to see through the outside and meet the true need on the inside. Now, before anyone thinks I am bragging – it could not be further from the truth. I am so  ” ungifted ” in some areas that men should be – lol- I remember a time when I had my young boys with me in my truck and I noticed my wipers were bad. I could not see through them. I stopped at the Auto Zone , ordered up 2 wipers in a manly voice…and spent the next 30 minutes in the parking lot trying to figure out how to put the blades on until my 7 year old son took pity on me. He installed them in 5.

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If you have followed me long you will note that although I share my personal struggles, and trials, I have never laid out an ” I love me post” about my accomplishments in my gifts. One reason is because I realize it is a gift. I can help anyone, in any situation, no matter what the circumstances. I just don’t feel comfortable bragging about something that I was given. Oh, believe me – I can hang with the best of the braggers. I have the degrees, the awards and all that jazz. I could not even tell you where any of them are right now. I don’t care. I care about educating people and helping them save time, money and stress.

What I love most about what I do is I know every single job duty all those people and more have. But I don’t have to become each one. I sure can steer you to who will actually help you and who wants your money. I can tell you that in many cases I have not been able to get to the parent or family in time before they got taken for a ride to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars and more. That’s the reason I am so determined to hold providers of mental health, addictions, behavioral health, and juvenile delinquents accountable for what they do. I know what they should be doing – but you don’t. I am not a psychiatrist, but if you have ever read my home page ” mental heath- its a crazy business” you know I do not mince words. Why? I know the truth.. Do want to know how many doctors or psychologists, psychiatrists have written me nasty letters over the 4 years I have been slamming them? ZERO.

I am sharing this for a reason. I am hanging my shingle again. For 4 years I have poured my heart out on here about my entire life. Its time to help you all get to where you need and want to be. And I am asking you to trust your family or personal needs into my care. I make the same promise I have kept my entire career. I will NEVER leave you broken. An I will certainly never leave you broke.  I don’t discharge my families when they go through a rough patch financially. I love using my gift. You may have noticed I have never taken a dime for any thing here, I do not sell ads like some. This audience that you all are was hand picked. I have never connected to the internet, other then this WordPress sight.

Last check this blog has had visitors from 65 countries ( that I know of ) and followers from at least 25 that I know of. That’s not my doing. It is no accident. You all are here for a reason. I am here to help.

When Mike Carey came along and was willing to join with this mission, I was and still am ecstatic. Why? Because Mike and I share a similar passion. We both love to use our gifts to help others. We both will never leave anyone hanging until they are well.  I am gong to show you a real life example of how God has already used Mike in my own family. Most of you know I have 2 grown boys, and 2 baby girls. Well, babies to me, they are 5 & 10.

This is my baby Shelbi..

My baby had 72 sticks with a needle that her doctor insisted on to test for allergies. For nothing. Next up he said – blood work! No. No way.. But what can I do? Better late then never – I called our resident gifted man in the healing of diseases. He said ” you took her where” ? ( made me feel even lower lol) –  No more he said , get her on the phone with me tonight for a minute or two. I was thinking to myself-  Hello!! What was I thinking? Tonight Shelbi said hello to Mr. Mike for about 2 minutes, and 10 minutes later he says ” oh she has some poisoning in her system and a viral infection. Go to your local health food store and get 2 items ( like 5 bucks each) and in 7 days it will be gone.

HUH?? What? Why did I forget the other people I have sent to him who had major diseases go away? Anyways no blood work and that’s  Mikes gift.

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If you need physical healing – take advantage of  this gift right in front f you . If its healing in any other area, call on me. I work on a case by case basis, until the job is done. I want you all to take this email address down.

Dontlabelmykid2@gmail.com – to help with Tj-

that is your direct line to me. I will be adding a toll free number as well but for now get me there. I will develop with you what I call a  “Plan of Care ”

There is NO issue you can throw at me that I havent done a hundred times. Confidentially we will put it all in place and work it out financially It sure would make me feel good if you all would entrust your needs to Mike and I. I thank you in advance . .

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With all we are trying to accomplish through this platform of Don’t Label My Kid!  It would really make a big difference if you all would commit to utilizing the gifts that Mike and  I have- for your own family. so that we can keep on helping others and continue trying to do what we do ..put pedophiles away -heal families -help addicts-  bring families together and just grow spiritually , emotionally and physically.

God Bless you all . Please Step up for this..

Tj

100% True Funniest Parent Story I can Remember…About My Own Child.

My older son is 22 and a sharp shooter in the Army, full-time college student and full time worker. I am praying he never reads this, and am fairly confident he wont. He does not take much interest in my writing.. ( I know, I don’t get it either). For the purpose of this story I will call him ” stinky “. It takes place in a quiet southern town about 50 miles northwest of Orlando Fl. in about 1995. In a grocery store called Publix.

Stinky was 2 years old and riding on the kid part of the shopping cart, you know – the part where they just stare at you until something on the shelf catches their eye, they lunge for it, you swerve, they cry? Yeah that type deal. Well Stinky and I were at about the half way point of our shopping trip when I noticed a slight scent coming from the same vicinity that Stinky was sitting. At first I panicked of course but then as a new first time dad would do, I ignored it and reminded myself that I had out a ” pull up” on him right before we came in the store.

This was right when pull-ups had come out, and were a true Godsend, just in case. We went about another aisle down and I noticed the scent was getting stronger and I admit I began to worry a little. Not knowing what exactly to do in the middle of this giant store, I began to slow my roll and let the others pass me by while strategically heading to the diaper/wipes/paper towel isle. As I approached this isle, I happened to glance down at the newly waxed tiled floor of the grocery.

We got a problem.

I remember thinking to myself that I had not recalled seeing any little brown dots peppering the tiles before. I quickly grabbed the nearest bag of paper towels, ripped them open and leaned down, to wipe-the dots off the tiles around me. I remember going in reverse, and wiping up a few tiles behind us as well. It was then I realized that I had no idea this breadcrumb poop trail had been going on. I just remember ripping through the paper towels and making sure I grabbed ” Bounty ” the “quicker picker upper”. Within seconds I found myself going into a kneeling position, one hand on the cart ( pulling backwards) and one hand full of paper towels wiping poop drops as I went backwards dodging other shoppers and acting as if I was looking for my contact or something.

Within a minute I was zipping back at high rate of speed, weaving and bobbing between other shoppers. I was good. So good that within about 4 minutes and 2 rolls of Bounty, I had reached the end of the trail..finally. I wiped up the last splatter and casually made my way to the men’s room. You see, new parent or not, I am a smart cookie. I remembered to bring an emergency outfit and pull-up for such a time as this. I am not bragging here, but within 5 minutes my boy and I were calmly exiting the men’s room as if nothing had gone down..er, well you get it .

As I calmed down we shopped some more, and finally decided we had all we needed. I gave myself a little mental pat on the back for handling it as well as I did. We rolled up to the checkout counter and waited our turn. I think I was playing peek a boo or something as we waited. Heck I thought, nobody needs to know about this one. It was our little secret. So finally the line died down, and we pulled up and began unloading our groceries. The checkout girl was kind enough to help and we began to toss things on the belt. About 2 minutes into it, I noticed the girl making a funny face and she began to cough. Not the ” I have a cold ” cough, but a sickly and frowning face type of cough. Within a minute she began to let out a quiet but audible shriek and then said then she said these words ” What is that smell?”

I’m cool – I mean I cleaned it all up. I thought.

As it turns out, dad forgot to check one spot- the spot directly below the kid’s poop shoot in the cart. As it turns out I guess the girl happened to pullout a package of ground beef from directly below Stinky. The package had little brown droppings on it. Before I could get her attention, she was on the store loudspeaker begging for assistance on isle 4. It went something like ” clean up on isle 4 ” and by the time she had run her big mouth all over the speaker, a parade of bag boys, and a few managers had made their way up to see and smell what went on.

I remember a collective ” ooh gross ” from the customers in line behind me while scattering to another line, me begging to pay the bill, and stinky just smiling through it all. What started as a proud daddy and son shopping day,  ended as a walk of shame to the parking lot in slow motion. A group of bag boys were sent to follow us and retrieve the cart so they could rinse and scrub it. I humbly put Stinky in his car seat and we drove off into the moon-light.

To this day I cannot eat raisinets or milk-duds. I know, I know its gross.

tj

2017 Series -Getting Through The Dark Times; Faith It ‘Til Ya Make It!

 

In the last 4 years I have written about many topics from parenting to depression, addiction to PTSD, medication, suicide, therapy  and so much more. It seems like a lot but as I have always said, I don’t speak on anything that I haven’t lived through personally or at the very least studied professionally. In the beginning I thought writing about so many different types of issues would make it seem like life is filled with nothing but bad stuff. However  I learned two important things in the last four years; I am not alone, and people need to hear from others who can relate.

So far I have mostly  discussed all the different types of problems and medical mental health struggles and family issues that exist. And there’s plenty to discuss no doubt. . Up until now, I have not really delved into how we deal with these issues as we go through these dark trials. Its imperative that we have some way of staying grounded during these times we walk  through the valley.

 It’s very important that we have some sort of an anchor to keep us from drifting too far away from reality when we feel so lost in such darkness, and with so few friends. As most of you have understood, if I shared my life experiences, some of these times are gone through very much alone and there are not many people around that can relate. Unless you really search. And most of the time we don’t feel like searching for anything when we’re barely able to wake up every day and get dressed. Having been through very traumatic times that caused depression, and nightmares and loneliness and sometimes the inability to function normally. I can understand the darkness that prevails if we allow it to.

 There’s a few things in my life that I can honestly say, are the only reasons that I am here today, both physically and mentally spiritually and emotionally. I know that if it took those things to keep me saying then all of you also had to have some way that you’ve coped something that held you together. and some? To that you’ve used to make it to the point, we are able to even write about it today on a blog. The truth is professionally I’ve seen that it isn’t a very high percentage of us that are able to make it even this far- in fact we are a  very blessed group of people to have come through what we have and able to share it with other people. Speaking of sharing it with other people that is a critical piece in healing. It isnt always about us -the spotlight can’t always be on us even in our dark times and the truth is some of the ways out of these dark times the very quickest are by reaching out to others and pulling them up with the knowledge we have.

Sometimes when you need a friend the most you got to go and be a friend to someone. . Sometimes when you need encouragement the most you need to go and encourage someone. And even sometimes when you need financial help, you need to reach out to someone who you know could use what little bit you have and help them.. The point is as tempting as it is when we are in these dark times, the worst thing we can do is send out invitations for a pity party. I have always found some good advice from a guy that sings a song full of truth abut these times. I would like to share this song with you and I’ve shared the one with lyrics so you can read along… Please take 3:38 minutes out and watch it…at the end of this post. It may just resonate with you somehow…( you may have to click on it to play it)

So as I kick off the on going series on how we have made it to the point we are, I would ask that you all share any advice that you have. I shared all the problems lol- now I need help with looking at many solutions. I am leaving this wide open, and welcome any guest posts on the topic. Like I said – the more you share the more therapeutic it is.

So lets see where this goes y’all

If You’re Going Through Hell..

Lord, Liar, Or Straight Up Lunatic..But You Gotta Make A Choice.

We all have the right to make our call. But there is a call to be made.

Tj

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