Saturday, April 11, 2009

Wow ... It's Been a While


It has been quite some time since I posted a blog. With Facebook taking over so much of my contact with friends, I keep forgetting about this little gem. Hmm ... I'll have to give it some thought as to what to write here. In the meantime ...

Happy Easter!!!!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

PMS? Which one are you?

13 Things PMS Stands For:


1. Pass My Shotgun

2. Psychotic Mood Shift

3. Perpetual Munching Spree

4. Puffy Mid-Section

5. People Make me Sick

6. Provide Me with Sweets

7. Pardon My Sobbing

8. Pimples May Surface

9. Pass My Sweat pants

10. Pissy Mood Syndrome

11. Plainly; Men Suck

12. Pack My Stuff

13. Potential Murder Suspect

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Who Says You Need to Know How to Spell?

Only great minds can read this This is weird, but interesting!

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Friday, January 09, 2009

Wow ... It's Been a While

Well, it's been a while since I wrote here. Maybe it's time I got back to it, at least a bit. Not sure what to say, but I'll wing it for now and then try to think of some topic to speak about.

It's been quite a winter so far. The temperatures have been up and down more than a whore's drawers and we keep riding a rollercoaster of temperatures that dip low, snow on us, then raise and rain on us. Go figure. The joys of living on the east coast I guess.

Yesterday I attempted to go to work, but it was so icy on my whole street that it was just way too treacherous to walk. Even my grass was a sheet of ice and not even the tiniest spot of pavement showed through the ice. I tried to dig my toes into the snow on the grass to go that way, hoping to reach the freshly salted road. Well, that was not to be. I got to the end of my car, reached out and grabbed the spoiler, and my feet began to go out from under me. To put this into perspective, from the time I take the last step down onto the driveway, my entire 2-3 minute walk to the bus is all a downhill grade.

Now one might think that would be the easiest way down the hill, but going that distance on my arse is not my idea of a good time. It might have been as a kid, but at my age, it is simply a spectacle not to be observed. The air might be a little blue around me too. So, after the first incident of beginning to lose my footing, I about-faced and headed back into the house where it was safe to stand and walk around.

The ice began to melt surprisingly early in the day, so by lunchtime, we were pretty well clear of it. I took a break and went to the local store and bought myself a pair of cleats to attach to my shoes and boots for the next ice event. Hopefully that will spare my neighbours from watching a hilarious spectacle and keep me from breaking bones and bruising my ego. Here's hoping they work well for me.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Murder Conspiracy or Conspiracy to Murder?

About a month ago, I was sitting here at my computer early one Saturday morning when I heard a tremendous bang, the crows going nuts, and the electricity went out. I called the power corporation, who were quick to respond. As it turned out, a crow among the murder make contact and blew out the fuse. It is a 15-minute fix, a pick-up of a fried crow who was laying belly-up on the transformer, and the power was restored.

Now, one would think the birds would learn from this. As I lay sleeping this morning, I was awakened by a tremendous bang at 6:40 a.m. Again the crows went nuts. Oh-oh, they didn't learn. I got up and called the power corporation once again and told them what had happened. They actually had a high volume of calls this morning, so it was 8 a.m. before they responded, but electricity was restored in 15 minutes again.

Now, I sit here and wonder. Did this murder conspire to do this? Did they say to one another, "Hey, Joe there is just not welcome in this group anymore. Let's lead him over to that spot on the pole." Once there, I imagine they say, "Hey, Joe. This is a really neat trick. Just touch that spot there and see what happens." Being willing to go along with the gang, he does. And voilĂ , fried crow. I believe this murder conspired to commit murder. I wonder if they have a judge and jury? Will someone have to eat crow??

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Well Now ...

Well it has been awhile since I have written anything here. Been busy, and other times never thought of it. Missed the dedications to Mom and Dad for Mother's and Father's Days, but they certainly were not far from my thoughts.

Life is different these days. Been very busy at work and in my personal life, and am finding more time to laugh and enjoy life.

We are coming up soon on the second eclipse in my zodiac sign this year. My astrologer says this is no ordinary year for me and that there is no way I will end the year anywhere's near the way I started it. He also says what I think life will be like will continue to change many times throughout the year. Damn ... I want a crystal ball. I have a need to know a few things.

Well vacation starts tomorrow after work, right after I attend the staff BBQ going away party for one of my colleagues. Nice way to start vacation by not coming home. I like it!

I hope my next two weeks are enjoyable. I have a few things planned, but will take the rest as it comes. Maybe I'll see you along the way.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Life is Changing ...

Well ... I intended to write a memorial to my Mom here on April 29, which would have been her birthday, but it didn't happen somehow. That was a day of remembering my Mom. All the "firsts" this year seem to be a little hard. We will have Mother's Day in two days' time, and I suspect that will be hard as well. But life goes on in spite of it all ...

This year is seeing me through many changes in my life. Some of them easy, some not so easy. It's been a rollercoaster ride so far and has taken a great deal out of me, but I've found my strength and courage and my path. It is an unfamiliar one that can be a little scary, but I've stepped out of my comfort zone and walked forward anyway. And life will be good ...

I once had certain dreams of what my future would look like, but it seems life wasn't to take me to its fruition in that way. I believe the shell of my dream (the most important part) will remain. The circumstances and timing will simply alter. I hope I am getting closer to my brightest dream, and biggest hope. And life will be good ...

And once again ... I am smiling and loving life. This is good!!!

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Many Happy Returns

Have you ever wondered where the term many happy returns comes from? I have wondered, but now I wonder no more. My astrologer explained it on his website today:

The heavenly bodies in our solar system are forever circling the sky. When one of them gets back to the position it occupied on the day a person was born, we say it has 'returned'. When the Sun appears to come back we say it is a 'birthday' and wish each other 'Many Happy Returns'.
~Jonathan Cainer (cainer.com)

Who'd a thunk it??

Sunday, March 23, 2008

How the Easter Bunny Came to Be

Bunnies spring forth

For countless centuries, around the first full moon of Spring, Europeans have held a festival in honour of Eostre, spirit of the dawn. She symbolises fertility and fecundity, qualities that were desperately important to the ancients. They remain essential to us all today. Without the birth of new creatures and the rebirth of plants after winter, everyone would soon starve. Eostre had a husband, Lepus, who took the form of a hare. According to legend, Eostre granted him the ability to lay eggs. Over time, the hare became even more emasculated. He is now the Easter Bunny. But even in the Southern Hemisphere where the seasons are reversed, the goddess, clearly, still holds her power.

~ Jonathan Cainer (astrologer, March 23, 2008)

Easter Thoughts

Today is Easter Sunday. A Christian holiday based on pagan traditions and coinciding with the spring equinox. It is a day of awakening. A day of new beginnings. A day that celebrates the anniversary of a life-changing experience on Earth.

Friday was Good Friday. A day when we remember the agonizing, cruel death of our Lord, stripped, scorned, mocked, and nailed to a cross to die along with two thieves. That cross at Golgotha has become a very important symbol in the lives of millions of Christians worldwide. What does it mean to you?

For me, this Easter season has been a challenging one for personal reasons. I have been trying to equate my own life to that of our Lord through this week. He had throngs of supporters as He travelled into the town on the back of a donkey just hours before His death, just as His first ride had been just hours before His birth. No wonder the donkey dons a cross upon its back. Such a blessed animal.

I see this throng of supporters in my life as my friends. Some of them are offering to be there for me too during this "dark Friday" part of my journey. Each has their own way of showing they care. I am grateful for them all.

Jesus was then wrongfully accused of what those in power deemed to be a crime. In reality, it was nothing more than a perceived threat to them. One they would not have. So He was condemned to a gruesome beating and subsequent death. Many times I have also felt as though I have been condemned and crucified wrongfully. Other times, circumstances make me feel very, very sad and outcast and without hope. Those times are my Good Fridays. Sometimes someone gathers at my feet (metaphorically, not necessary literally) to hold my hand through my pain.

The big difference for me is that I am still awaiting my Easter Sunday. I have yet to arise from the dead; to receive that Easter miracle; that great ascension into a beautifully transformed life. I try to take hope from that, but it's not easy. I know that Jesus died for me and for you. Still, my Easter has not come. I have waited many years for it, albeit not patiently by times, and I remain grasping at hope that it will come soon. I want a glorious ascension into the life I have longed for. Surely someone up above will guide me on my way.

May each of you experience your Easter journey in your own lives. Despite our Good Fridays, Sunday always comes. I believe it will for you and it will for me. However, it will be in God's time. May He grant us a speedy ascension. Happy Easter!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Here Comes Peter Cottontail

Well, it's been a while since I last wrote. At that time, Santa was on his way, now it's the Easter Bunny. Oh well, both have some fur, and they both only come once a year.

Easter is early this year. This is Holy Week. Each day this week, we should take time to think of what is most important in our lives. On Friday, we remember the crucifixion of our Lord. An ending that we mourn, when he hung his head and said, "It is done." Three days later, a new beginning emerged for Him. One of eternal peace, joy, happiness, and love.

It's ironic that my life and those of others around me seem to be echoing that same pattern. May you see the ending of those things in life that you no longer want and need and see the dawning of those things that are unimaginably magic and bring you great joy, happiness, peace and love. I know that is what I am hoping and praying for. Magic ... pure magic.

Happy Easter!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Holiday Eating Tips

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10 000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk . If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them
behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have SOME standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Christmas Will Be Different This Year

On Monday, December 10, 2007, I lost my Mom very suddenly. This has been a very difficult week. It feels very odd to suddenly be an orphan. We had visitation where we saw many family members and friends offering their love and support. The funeral was yesterday.

One of my cousins brought me a poem, which I had the priest read during the service. I would like to share it with those of you who are experiencing a first Christmas without someone you love. I hope it brings you the comfort it brings me.

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the music can't compare with the Christmas choir here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
Be happy for me loved ones. You know I hold you dear.
Be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of my undying love.
After all "Love" is a gift more precious than gold.
It is always more important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessings or love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember ... I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

~ Author Unknown

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

New Emoticons

I just saw this posted elsewhere. I thought it was cute and wanted to share it with you.

**************

We all know those little computer symbols called 'emoticons,' where:

:) means a smile and

:( is a frown.

Sometimes these are represented by

:-)

:-(

Well, how about some 'ASSICONS?'
Here it goes:

(_!_) a regular ass

(__!__) a fat ass

(!) a tight ass

(_*_) a sore ass

{_!_} a swishy ass

(_o_) an ass that's been around

(_x_) kiss my ass

(_X_) leave my ass alone

(_zzz_) a tired ass

(_E=mc2_) a smart ass

(_$_) Money coming out of his ass

(_?_) Dumb Ass

You have just been e-mooned!

Monday, October 08, 2007

Thanksgiving, Thanksliving

Happy Thanksgiving to you all. On this day, I give thanks for the following things:
  • For the noise around me that means I can hear.
  • For the daylight and dark, which means I can see.
  • For fresh air because it means I am alive and breathing.
  • For a roof over my head.
  • For food on my table.
  • For clothes on my back.
  • For a car to take me where I need to go.
  • For public transit to take me to work and back each day.
  • For my job because it means I can earn a living and have a direct affect on many thousands of teachers and students in our province.
  • For friends who are there for me when I need them.
  • For my children, who will hopefully be there for me one day as I grow old.
  • For the rain in my life because it means I will later appreciate the rainbow.
  • For the winters that come because it means I will appreciate a warmer spring.
  • For the beautiful colours of fall because it means I am not colour-blind.
There is so much more that I give thanks for, even on the days (like today) when I find it hard to feel that gratitude as deeply as I should. We should all be giving thanks daily that we wake up in the morning and for each event that we face each day. If we always strive to be thankful for everything in our lives, even the struggles and challenges, then we are living thanks too.

God bless you all and thank you for being my friend.

Monday, September 10, 2007

So Incredibly Sad ... So Unfortunately True

I don't know if this is an actual happening, but it accurately states what we here in Canada also now face. I believe it is a sad state of affairs.


Tennessee Football Game

This is a statement that was read over the PA system at the football game at Roane County High School, Kingston, Tennessee, by school Principal, Jody McLeod.

"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games, to say a prayer and play the National Anthem, to honor God and Country."

Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a Prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it "an alternate lifestyle," and if someone is offended, that's OK.

I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity, by dispensing condoms and calling it, "safe sex." If someone is offended, that's OK.

I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a "viable means of birth control." If someone is offended, no problem ...

I can designate a school day as "Earth Day" and involve students in activities to worship religiously and praise the goddess "Mother Earth" and call it "ecology."

I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classroom that depicts people with strong, traditional Christian convictions as "simple minded" and "ignorant" and call it "enlightenment."

However, if anyone uses this facility to honor GOD and to ask HIM to Bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, then Federal Case Law is violated.

This appears to be inconsistent at best, and at worst, diabolical Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and anyone, except GOD and HIS Commandments.

Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be inconsistent at best, and at worst, hypocritical... I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression.

For this reason, I shall "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and refrain from praying at this time.

"However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank GOD and ask HIM, in the name of JESUS, to Bless this event, please feel free to do so. As far as I know, that's not against the law—yet."

One by one, the people in the stands bowed their heads, held hands with one another and began to pray. They prayed in the stands. They prayed in the team huddles. They prayed at the concession stand and they prayed in the Announcer's Box!

The only place they didn't pray was in the Supreme Court of the United States of America—the Seat of "Justice" in the "one nation, under GOD."

Somehow, Kingston, Tennessee Remembered what so many have forgotten. We are given the Freedom OF Religion, not the Freedom FROM Religion. Praise GOD that HIS remnant remains!

JESUS said, "If you are ashamed of ME before men, then I will be ashamed of you before MY FATHER."

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

What Are You Thinking?

Have you ever watched a beggar on the street with his/her sign and a container of some sort looking for money? Has anyone ever stopped you on the street and asked for money for a cup of coffee or a hot meal? Did you give them any? What were your thoughts about these people. If you are like most of us, you would wonder why the heck they don't clean themselves up and get respectable jobs like the rest of us. We work for our money so why should we hand it over to someone who chooses not to work?

Have you watched a young person walking down the street with hair in an array of colours like bright pink, blue, or purple? Or maybe the person wearing chains from their waist and rings in their eyes, lips, and noses and tattoed body parts? What about the person who is dirty and smelly and appears to not have changed their clothing in weeks or longer? Most people would make comments like, Did you see that person? I would never let my kid come home looking like that!, Doesn't that person know what soap and water is?

What about the criminal accused of heinous crimes, like mass murders and child molesters? We often persecute them and ask for the death sentence to pay for their crimes.

Think about this:
  • That beggar may be experiencing issues in their life that we do not know about. It may be issues that they do not yet know how to address themselves. Yes, it is possible they want the money for drugs or alcohol to feed an addiction, but we cannot know that. If we were in their shoes, would we truly be any different?
  • That person who is dirty and smelly? How did they come to be that way. What life experience put them on the street wandering around and not knowing where to go to get clean and having people continuously turn them away? If someone turned you out with only the clothes on your back and no money in your pocket, would you know where to turn?
  • That young person who has coloured hair, chains, and piercings could very well be your son or daughter. Why do they choose to be that way? It is an expression of who they are, but does it mean they are not a good person with a pure heart? We tend to label them simply because of the clothes they choose to wear.
  • Those mass murderers and child molesters, do they really understand what they are doing? It seems to me they have a psychological problem. Why was it not detected and treated when they were kids? Many parents refuse to believe something is wrong with their children and to seek help for them. Some parents treat their children in such a way that they turn to a life of crime. Is it then OK for society to choose to end their life in turn for another? Do two wrongs make a right?
There are any number of different ways that we look at people and situations and place our own standards and moral judgments upon them. Each of us needs to have our own set of standards that is right for us, but we do not have the right to force them on any other human being or judge them based on our own ideals? Would you want someone forcing their opinions or judgments on you? I'll bet you wouldn't.

I grew up in a family situation where someone else's opinions and prejudices were forced on me. I must conform or be judged and subjected to ridicule. Even times when I was minding my own business I was criticized for something or other. Someone who was unhappy with themselves or their life circumstances would judge me based on a reflection of themselves or out of envy that they were unable to feel or think in the direction I was.

I am an individual. I try always, in every situation, to be who I really am. I am not perfect and never claimed to be. If I catch myself making judgments of others, I try to stop and reflect on the fact that I have not walked in their shoes, I have not lived their life, I do not know what they are facing or dealing with in their life anymore than they know that of me. Perhaps they, too, are judging me based on their standards.

I learned the Golden Rule as a child, and I try to live by it as much as possible. I believe in God, and what He has taught me is that there is nothing greater in this world then love, absolutely nothing. There are many kinds of love—love for a partner, your children, your parents and other family members, the love you feel for a friend, and the love we are called upon to extend to our neighbours (those who share our world).

I promise to try my best never to judge you. I have not walked in your shoes. I have not lived your life. And you have not walked in mine. God is my only judge and He is your only judge, and God is pure love.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Casting Spells


My astrologer tells me that right now I am a magician and should dust off my book of magic spells, clean the cauldron, and start thumbing through my spell book. He says that I should be looking for ways to draw down the power of the cosmos and trying to transform something significant. He also says I would be right to expect a great deal of success under these current special celestial circumstances.

Hmmm ... that has many possibilities. Now ... where did I put that eye of newt, toe of frog, wing of bat, and tongue of dog?? OK ... now, where is that spell in the book? Ah ... yes ... there it is ... page 69 ... love potion number 9.

Why not? Don't we all need a little extra loving? I sure do! If the cosmos want me to be happy, then I will do everything I can to assist it. Where do I start? Oh yes ... right ... with believing in myself, trusting my intuition, allowing God to help, and believing that I am loveable and would make someone a good partner. Sorry is that sounds egotistical. It is not meant to be. It is an affirmation of my self-worth ... and I believe I am worth it.

Friday, July 27, 2007

AAADD

AAADD—Know the symptoms. Please read!

Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better, even though I have it!! Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. (Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder). This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my chequebook off the table, and see that there is only one cheque left.

My extra cheques are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my cheques, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye—they need water.

I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water, and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

the car isn't washed

the bills aren't paid

there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

the flowers don't have enough water,

there is still only one cheque in my chequebook,

I can't find the remote,

I can't find my glasses,

and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Rose Garden

Welcome back, Keyboard. All of us who know you understand why there has been the hiatus. Personally, I look forward to the laughs you will once again share with your friends. Perhaps it will somehow spark some responses from me to keep mine going as well.