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Showing posts with label things change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things change. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Is this place going to hell or what??.



Hi Joe:

Thank you for the e-mail you sent about the Lady Prime Minister in Australia. It was very interesting, that one I sent to a council person in our fair city.

This person was not happy about the “stance” or “rhetoric” of the Prime minister and asked me not to send any more forwards to her, oops I wasn’t going to say that, and give away the persons ID. A big no-no. oh, well I guess that’s makes me a lawyer too, I am trying to spell liar,??.

This person was once offended because the council “said the Lord’s Prayer” at the beginning of each session and she felt there was exclusion to people of marginal faith. Not some faith, no faith and in order to be” inclusive” she felt the Lord’s Prayer was not providing this feature.

After some discussion and public input, which was minimal the act was passed to “exclude” the Lord’s prayer from the council and have a minute of silent reflection. Soon, the singing of the national hymn will be??. “exclusive”. Is this place going to hell or what??.

Tell you what, I am going to go there some time and say the Lord’s Prayer out loud. I wonder if I would be called on that and given a” suspension” from the inclusive council’s reflection in time moment.

Since, I would be the only person doing this action, that would make a “exclusive act” of defiance to the councils wishes. Another, no-no???. Stay tuned, I think I have found a purpose in life.

Anyway Joe, such is life and as long as the mug-wumps continue to thrive , there will always be some kind of strive and people that will take an “exception” to the rule and fight it. Which is a good thing we don’t want any “exclusions” to the likes of the “inclusive”.

Being well educated does make you any better than the person with a mental disability as matter of fact the person with a disability has a better out look than the educated person. The disabled person sees it for what it is and deals with it and gives a so what attitude and its done.

The high brow beats their chest and moans and cries and makes you want to put them out of their misery. A purpose in life has been found. So, in order to spread this misery around they elect themselves to serve the public and we soon regret ever voting the clods into office. “Misery loves company”, now you know where that saying came from. Just, saying.!!.

Thanks,Joe, say hi to the misse's.





Yes, thats "exclusive"



Friday, July 13, 2012

The lady with a bike at the Canadian Tire store.


Hi Joe;

Today’s adventure for me is not unusual as you know. I don’t go looking for trouble, it finds me. And today was what I expected.

The first order of business for me was to return some tile back to Home Depot and then go look for a replacement for it. It was not suitable of course. Here, is where the misses should be and decide for sure instead of me, I like everything even if it doesn’t match.

So, I can’t find a associate in the store, so for get about it, I am leaving and I need to go to the tire store for something.???, I can’t remember so I will cruise the aisles and maybe it will pop out and find me.

So while I am in this store I spot a lady with a bike and she is pushing it out the doors to the parking lot and a very nice lady at that and the bike, what bike.?? So, what was I looking for again. I bump into some people and I don’t need what I want anyway.

I leave and would you believe it or not I spot the bike lady again right beside my truck. Karma . And she is struggling to get this bike in to the car. It’s a small cross over SUV and it couldn’t hold more than 4 people or 4 children empty .Plus, some other stuff in the very back of the car.

I offer to help. Yes, I offer to help, I should have just went back into the store and let another Boy Scout help her. I can’t do that, I had to help, it’s a compulsion thing. So in the middle is a infant car seat and we have to remove it in order to lay down the folding seats.

Easier said than done. Its better if only one person does this operation instead of two. To say I was bumped and elbowed would describe these actions which followed and never mind the lady’s soft voice purring  in my ear. (instructions) Yes, its close, warm and getting warmer and dangerous, but a scout can handle it.

Diplomatic, SauvĂ©, is the word that comes to mind in our discussion of how to get the bike in. She has one idea and the “caveman” has another, the boy scout is now off duty. So, we try her idea first and then mine. This bike is getting heavier by the minute and my batteries are in need of charging.

So, I stop to gather my breath back and have a small discussion of the project. Bad move, should have kept on stuffing the bike in the car. Why,??, because I now am looking at a very beautiful women and she is just smiling her face off at the situation we are in. I feel my batteries starting recharge.!!!

Its very hard to concentrate at the job at hand when you have such a able bodied partner helping while all the while I feel like I am in a movie on u tube or A F V. All I can say is, the bike did get stuffed into the car and I am too humbled to describe this any further.  (:)

With the doors closed and she is safely packed into the car, I make another gaff and ask if she will need a hand to “unstuffy” the bike at her place.?? Luckily, she says no and shakes my hand and thanks me for the help and I mumble “no trouble” its all in days work.

I know you are thinking, why don’t you just offer to use your truck and take it back to her house.??. Yep, another mystery in life and I am going to let you think about it, I was having fun here.

I didn’t go back into the store because I was unable to think what I wanted. But, I certainly got what I needed. A helpful gesture, a work out better than the gym, and a gracious thank you. Boy Scouts, what a job.!!

See you all later.



 

Monday, May 7, 2012

Pick, him up, ASAP please !



I am sorry: - -that I hit / hurt with my hands



-I used to kick with my feet.



-I made fun of people.



-I caused problems on the bus.



-I was rude to the bus driver.



-I was rude to my class mates.



-I was rude to my teachers, indeed I am sorry.



The other day we get a call from the school to inform us that our grandson is suspended for the remainder of the week from school. And would we come and pick him up ASAP please. With a quick summary of what happened to cause this call from them, I said I would be right up there. So, the question is, how can a little kid cause so much chaos, that they have to suspend him?.


If, You read the few words above it will explain what happened to have them finally give up and send him home to us. I, guess when you push and shove the consequences are some one gets hurt and it wasn’t pretty.


The school had agreed to a playground arrangement where as the boys that were prone to fight , would be separated from each other and they could play without incidents and be monitored.

The experience was working out well and every one seemed to get along and then it was decided to let them play together and see what would happen. What, happened was my kid was sent home. The boys began to call names, push, shove, kick, gash, gouge, swing fists and so on.

I am sure he wasn’t the eventual winner, but he got to go home and leave the school in a comparative peaceful state. So, why are we penalized for his mistakes.?, aren’t you supposed to handle this at school?.

These teachers are great, but you can only bend over so far.!! Rules, are made for guidance.

As, I have written before, I ain’t Judge Judy and I don’t want to be. As for the other boys, I didn’t ask, (maybe, they were sent home) ?? ,not likely.

So, he had all his privileges suspended at home and that was a unpleasant task for him to accept. He was given small chores to do to keep him busy and to think about his actions at school. The reason for his reprimand, which has long faded from his mind and he is now pissed about having to do menial labors and also at us for making him do it.

We explained it wasn’t us you should be upset about ,its yourself. Your behaviors weren’t appreciated and you have the consequences to pay. Slowly, his privileges were returned or taken away again if his actions didn’t improve. Please, don’t ruin our day because you are in a grump.

Trying to be positive about this situation is difficult and my opinion is; the kid is enjoying the extra attention. And if he learns anything about this experience it’s dubious to me, right now. So, he had to write a letter to say he was sorry and He would make an effort, to improve.!! (we have heard this before) might happen.

Stay, tuned as this adventure no doubt, will continue.     

* As a side note,the boys were sent to day camp and every day one or the other or both,  is asked to leave early for behaviour.There is a waste of money,NON REFUNDABLE, ouch.!! Rules.!! If you carry this forward,you see why kids get sent home from school, they can't handle them.!!!


Facts are; the kids come first, but in the end, will they be the enabled??. Should, kids come second in some things??. Are we too lenient??. Should we bring back the strap??? That, will be my next enlightenment, just as much for you, as it will be for me.!! Man, .I just gotta read this.


What, am I thinking?, well I am not sure, not.! Don’t forget now, this is my opinion, based on what happens in real time. Life, isn’t fair, so get used to it.


I, am not one to shy away from anything, you can’t, there is belief in what I do and sometimes it isn’t the popular thing. Now, I know what a political person feels like. “ I, love it, ??, nope! Satisfying?, nope. Is it worth it?. If, it teaches my kid a lesson, and he benefits, yes.! I, will do what it takes.




Hi,who is next??.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I am the Sears Catalogue Man.

Hi, back again with more of my ramblings. On my route I see shifting dynamics in the neighborhoods such as homes up for sale, homes sold and remodeled and new Families moving in and older people moving out.

To-day’s story is about, an senior, a women, who is struggling with her daily activities and still proud to be in her home but, she now does not pay attention to the small details as her world slowly starts to close in around her. Luckily, there is a next of kin that comes to help and soon she will be moved to a sheltered residence.

When I spoke to her she still remembers when she and her husband first moved there and began to raise their Family. She spoke of where he worked and she was a stay at home mom because the kids came home for lunch and she needed to be there after school. She enjoyed that trip back to memory lane and all the things that meant something to her as a young mother and the fun that they had along with the struggles.

Her kids are grown with their own Families now and she sees the grandkids regularly and enjoys them and is glad to see them leave, they are so busy. Her husband has passed away and she now watches a little TV and looks at the photo albums and quietly naps on the couch. Her time has a certain routine to it now and she gladly follows it as her time here begins to dwindle away.

She is glad to see company once in a while but prefers to be on her own and let the leisure time shroud her as she drifts away in the memories of yesterday. Who knows what she dreams of and how far back she can remember or does it matter as her medication works its magic and gives a small reprieve in time. She begins to muddle up her pills and takes them randomly and has no sense of what is the proper dosage.

Luckily, for her there is a relative that has observed the same thing and has began to come over regularly to care for her and slowly she begins to awaken from her self induced stupor and begins to enjoy what the days and new company have to offer. She begins to go on escorted trips to the store and visit her kids at their home and reawakens within her a reason to her life.

She now begins to work in the yard pulling weeds and replanting flowers and enjoys the pleasure that she has missed for such a long time. She feels a purpose to her life and has told me that time indeed does fly by.

So, her opinion is to live each day and do as much as you can before you can’t.

She was later taken to a nursing home and there she will look forward to, her entitlement, to meet her maker and go in peace to be forever young and throw away the burdens of life and mingle freely among her predeceased relatives and friends. When I visit she barely recognizes me, but I talk to her like this is o.k. and not to worry I, too have spells when I can’t remember stuff either.

Good bye, my spiritual grand mother, live well,................see you tomorrow.