Here we go, a little food for thought! Not long ago, a very dear friend lost his Mother. Now, he had no warning, it happened suddenly, and needless to say, he was devastated. His Dad passed some years back, so..now he is an orphan! Isn't that how it goes, you lose both parents and you are an orphan?
Generally we think of orphans as children. How very sad, a young child, without their Mom and Dad. Well, surprise!! Orphans come in all ages. I became one in my late 40's, my friend was "licky" enough not to experience this until he turned 60. Does the age matter? I suppose in some respects. Of course children are not capable of making their way into adulthood without support, so we have that. But, in truth, becoming an orphan is painful no matter how old one is.
As most of you know by now, I lost my Mom at the age of 26. I had a small child, and I was clueless. My Mom was my go-to person. O.K. granted many times she offered "suggestions" and many time I ignored them, but when incidents occurred, she was the one I called, and she was the one I would find comfort from, even if she didn't have the solution, I was no longer in something alone, I had my Mom there, and somehow everything was going to work out fine.
As I have aged, along with my good buddy, who was blessed to have her Mom a phonecall away into her mature years, both of us have come to realize something others probably do not understand until it is too late. That woman who we saw as a Mother, was also a person. See, the older I get, as a Mom, the more time I have to think back, and regret. I regret that I never had the ability to allow her to show me the person. In truth, perhaps she tried, but, I was unable to look past the title she held from the moment I met her. She had a position I expected her to uphold forever, well, I suppose most Mom's do. She did an amazing job, but..I just didn't understand there was someone else behind the job.
I am not sure if I am putting this in the correct context. I certainly do not wish for my children to think this is directed at them, because it is not. I actually think my kids have far more insight that I am someone beside their Mom, than I did with my Mother. Maybe because I scream and holler much more? Maybe because I complain so often? Maybe because they have seen me break down on more than one occasion?
See, My Mom just didn't do those things. O.K. in time, and with memories, I can remember little tiny hints of the person beyond the title. She must have got fed up often. She worked far harder than I have, she kept a spotless home, cooked, baked, sewed (well buttons and rips). She broke my Dad's shoes in for him..Yep, I remember her wearing a couple of pairs of wool socks, and his new shoes, so he didn't have to risk a blister. She did the dishes every single night..because her kids never stepped up to the plate. When she was diagnosed with Cancer the first time, I remember her making meals and freezing them, so my Dad wouldn't have to worry when she was in the hospital.I do remember asking her why she was doing this, because in my mind she should have been thinking of herself, but she didn't. Even then, she considered her family.There had to be a selfish bone somewhere inside her, but I don't remember seeing it in the 26 years I knew her. I wonder, if she had not left so soon, would I indeed have become her friend? Would she have told me of her dreams, and regrets? I wish so much now, I had the foresight to even inquire.
My friend was given the gift of becoming his Mom's friend. He knows who she was beyond the title Mom. I know he doesn't think he is lucky, I understand he is overwhelmed by loss, but, he will see, as time goes by and the pain lessens, he was given a chance many of us never had. He saw the woman, and was given a glimpse of the child she had been, and a lifetime with a Mom, who was able to simply be a friend without all the pressure of raising a family and supporting a working husband. She was able to be herself with him, a person with feelings, and dreams, and memories.
Trust me, my kids hear my moans about the loss of dreams, and the complaints about the inability to be selfish, which basically is just being selfish.. I am certainly open with the fact that the person beyond Mom is screaming to be recognized. They have met my golden friends, so they know I was Me, long before I was Mom, and yes, I admit, there are times I miss Me, but not near as many times as I regret, not knowing the "Me" behind my Mother.I was selfish, it took me decades of living a split personality, to understand, behind every Mother, there is a Me, and I never knew the most important Me in my life!
So, in case you are lucky enough to have the woman who has spent your lifetime as Mom, still with you, maybe ensure you take a moment or two, and remember, before you, she was a person. She had a life, she had dreams (goodness maybe her dream was simply to be a Mom?) and the moment she was given the title MOM that person did not disappear. Mom's are people too, just like you!!
Thursday, 13 October 2016
Thursday, 6 October 2016
Funny...
So, as some know, I am kind of living in "Limbo". Not really the greatest place to be, but..clearly my life is not one of simplicity, no matter how much I strive for it.
I imagine there are those who wish for my problems, and I understand, there are those who have far greater issues than I, so for that, I am grateful! Yes, I am jealous of those who seem to flow flawlessly through life, or even those who experience the odd little bump along the way. Mine, well, life is a dirt road, filled with pot holes that cannot be missed. I must hit each and every one of them, and some are pretty damn deep.
The past 5-6 years have been particularly bumpy, and as a result, I spent a great deal of time in what was lovingly referred to, as the Bat Cave. That was really, the basement of our home. It took a fair bit of adjustment, but it ultimately was my personal choice, and it has actually changed me.
Our home is lovely! I have written in the past about the river view, and the windows and french doors that allow bright light to fill the home from early morning until dusk. Why would someone choose to go through the basement door, and spend all their days in semi darkness? Well, the first time was for financial well being. That one was kind of hard. The basement is unfinished, which means no ceiling (not the first time I have resided in a home without a ceiling). No ceiling means...spider friendly!! I am well known for my irrational fear of these insects, but when push came to shove, I managed to suck it up, and survive. Not only did I survive, I actually learned to love the Bat Cave.
It was simple! Just enough furnishing to provide comfort, a bed, a love seat, a coffee table, TV and a spot for my computer. Guess what folks....I came to realize, that is all one needs! It actually made life simple. The second time I headed down there, it was my desire. I left the bright sunny, enormous living area, and hauled my chunky a$$ down into the bat cave, breathing a sigh of relief. Back to simplicity. Back to the place that did not require a huge amount of upkeep, taking up tons of my time, back to the simple basics.
See, I like the basics. Anything beyond, requires work, and ultimately, I am lazy! Small area, less work! Sure, maybe sometimes it looks a little unkempt, but..hey, who am I trying to impress? Personal space, is no different than personal friends. You don't need a sh*t load of either. What you need are the basics.
Right now, I am not at home in the Bat Cave, instead I am back in our hovel, that we left 12 years ago. It has a bit more space than the Bat Cave, and...it does now have a ceiling! It is basic, old, in need of refreshing, but basic. Everything one needs is here...maybe a wee bit more light than the bat cave. I am also pretty much alone 5 days out of the week. That may sound harsh, but previously, I was alone 7 days a week, so big bonus!
I am also away from the place that was home for 12 years, returning to one that my friends all left, at almost the same time as we did. That means, I have no social life. Ooops..now don't feel sorry for me! Heading into my Bat Cave was pretty much the beginning of the end of the need for people. I adjusted to the cave, as I imagine a Hermit adjusts to his place away from the world. The need for others has diminished, almost to the point I prefer alone.
I have had visits from those I deem important, all folks and family from elsewhere. I see my honey and son 2 days a week (sort of), and in truth, besides family, and of course all my "St. Olaf friends" and my dear MC, there is one single person that I wish was here. Funny that! We call, and chat, and truthfully, even when I was in the Bat Cave, this was often how life was, even though she was just up the road.
12 years! And it all boils down to missing one person! I don't miss my house, I don't miss my Bat Cave, I don't miss my surroundings, I just miss that simple pleasure of the ability to jump in my car when the urge hits and spend venting time with one particular person. 12 years! That tells me how very important a good friend is. Oh, I touch base with some others, folks who touched my life, over this period..mostly work related..because for many of those years, my job WAS my life, but, I don't miss it at all!! Makes one wonder, a whole decade and some, and simple as air to just erase..no regrets, a chapter done, the book closed.
I think what I learned was to embrace the basics. To forget all of the trappings and do what is necessary to have that which is important in life. Simplicity is what I strive for. I want that which makes me happy, and to have that which causes stress, and struggle gone. Guess what? It's not that easy to get to this point. In fact, right now I am simply going with the flow, knowing that very soon, reality will kick in, and I may end up back in the Bat Cave, all alone. Not something I want, in fact I dread it, because it will be for the long, very dark, cold winter. Sort of got a great big pot hole that is difficult to climb out of. The simple life is not an easy destination. It is out there, very close, but..likely requiring yet another payment. I don't want to pay anymore, this debt hangs heavy, because it is something I have to do all by myself. Much as I enjoy my personal space, I also look forwards to having my honey with me, something that has become very difficult with the economics of our time. Life in the Bat Cave does not allow for time together, especially in the winter, so...it seems I may be making many trips up the road, to the one person who matters in that world!
Funny, a great part of my life was spent trying to grab the brass ring, to have a lovely home, and things..things that don't really matter diddly (O.K. do really miss our travel trailer). Now I find all I want to do is get rid of all of that. Is it because our children are all grown? Maybe..maybe that is a part of it. But, mostly I think it is because I know this sh*t is not what life is about, at least my life. Simple, quiet, comfort, those 3 words are what I wish to strive for..and..again..not easy to acquire, but I think they might be possible. Just one more payment!
I imagine there are those who wish for my problems, and I understand, there are those who have far greater issues than I, so for that, I am grateful! Yes, I am jealous of those who seem to flow flawlessly through life, or even those who experience the odd little bump along the way. Mine, well, life is a dirt road, filled with pot holes that cannot be missed. I must hit each and every one of them, and some are pretty damn deep.
The past 5-6 years have been particularly bumpy, and as a result, I spent a great deal of time in what was lovingly referred to, as the Bat Cave. That was really, the basement of our home. It took a fair bit of adjustment, but it ultimately was my personal choice, and it has actually changed me.
Our home is lovely! I have written in the past about the river view, and the windows and french doors that allow bright light to fill the home from early morning until dusk. Why would someone choose to go through the basement door, and spend all their days in semi darkness? Well, the first time was for financial well being. That one was kind of hard. The basement is unfinished, which means no ceiling (not the first time I have resided in a home without a ceiling). No ceiling means...spider friendly!! I am well known for my irrational fear of these insects, but when push came to shove, I managed to suck it up, and survive. Not only did I survive, I actually learned to love the Bat Cave.
It was simple! Just enough furnishing to provide comfort, a bed, a love seat, a coffee table, TV and a spot for my computer. Guess what folks....I came to realize, that is all one needs! It actually made life simple. The second time I headed down there, it was my desire. I left the bright sunny, enormous living area, and hauled my chunky a$$ down into the bat cave, breathing a sigh of relief. Back to simplicity. Back to the place that did not require a huge amount of upkeep, taking up tons of my time, back to the simple basics.
See, I like the basics. Anything beyond, requires work, and ultimately, I am lazy! Small area, less work! Sure, maybe sometimes it looks a little unkempt, but..hey, who am I trying to impress? Personal space, is no different than personal friends. You don't need a sh*t load of either. What you need are the basics.
Right now, I am not at home in the Bat Cave, instead I am back in our hovel, that we left 12 years ago. It has a bit more space than the Bat Cave, and...it does now have a ceiling! It is basic, old, in need of refreshing, but basic. Everything one needs is here...maybe a wee bit more light than the bat cave. I am also pretty much alone 5 days out of the week. That may sound harsh, but previously, I was alone 7 days a week, so big bonus!
I am also away from the place that was home for 12 years, returning to one that my friends all left, at almost the same time as we did. That means, I have no social life. Ooops..now don't feel sorry for me! Heading into my Bat Cave was pretty much the beginning of the end of the need for people. I adjusted to the cave, as I imagine a Hermit adjusts to his place away from the world. The need for others has diminished, almost to the point I prefer alone.
I have had visits from those I deem important, all folks and family from elsewhere. I see my honey and son 2 days a week (sort of), and in truth, besides family, and of course all my "St. Olaf friends" and my dear MC, there is one single person that I wish was here. Funny that! We call, and chat, and truthfully, even when I was in the Bat Cave, this was often how life was, even though she was just up the road.
12 years! And it all boils down to missing one person! I don't miss my house, I don't miss my Bat Cave, I don't miss my surroundings, I just miss that simple pleasure of the ability to jump in my car when the urge hits and spend venting time with one particular person. 12 years! That tells me how very important a good friend is. Oh, I touch base with some others, folks who touched my life, over this period..mostly work related..because for many of those years, my job WAS my life, but, I don't miss it at all!! Makes one wonder, a whole decade and some, and simple as air to just erase..no regrets, a chapter done, the book closed.
I think what I learned was to embrace the basics. To forget all of the trappings and do what is necessary to have that which is important in life. Simplicity is what I strive for. I want that which makes me happy, and to have that which causes stress, and struggle gone. Guess what? It's not that easy to get to this point. In fact, right now I am simply going with the flow, knowing that very soon, reality will kick in, and I may end up back in the Bat Cave, all alone. Not something I want, in fact I dread it, because it will be for the long, very dark, cold winter. Sort of got a great big pot hole that is difficult to climb out of. The simple life is not an easy destination. It is out there, very close, but..likely requiring yet another payment. I don't want to pay anymore, this debt hangs heavy, because it is something I have to do all by myself. Much as I enjoy my personal space, I also look forwards to having my honey with me, something that has become very difficult with the economics of our time. Life in the Bat Cave does not allow for time together, especially in the winter, so...it seems I may be making many trips up the road, to the one person who matters in that world!
Funny, a great part of my life was spent trying to grab the brass ring, to have a lovely home, and things..things that don't really matter diddly (O.K. do really miss our travel trailer). Now I find all I want to do is get rid of all of that. Is it because our children are all grown? Maybe..maybe that is a part of it. But, mostly I think it is because I know this sh*t is not what life is about, at least my life. Simple, quiet, comfort, those 3 words are what I wish to strive for..and..again..not easy to acquire, but I think they might be possible. Just one more payment!
Monday, 3 October 2016
Pied Piper Politics
Wow! As someone who has been around for a wee bit, I am absolutely flabbergasted at the citizens of the so called "free-world". WTF is wrong with everyone?
I am blown away by the Americans but they are just following in our own footsteps when it comes to electing a leader of their country. How can two countries be filled with such idiots? How did the majority of the populations become so set on either drama or drama teachers? How did a whole continent become so accepting of blatant lies, appearance, narcissism, and wealth?
Sure there is a smigeon of difference between our Narcissistic Prime Minister and the twit running for top office in the States. One is a bleeding heart for any minority, and the other is a discriminatory Ahole to anyone who doesn't fit in his tiny little puzzle slot. Ooops..almost forgot..our stupid twat has "beautiful hair" the other one..well..not quite sure what he had slapped on top of his beanie. But, they both think their sh* doesn't stink, and everyone else has real smelly stuff! They both come from wealth, and claim to understand the working class, but clearly they have no clue. Oh, hey, get someone to write some cue cards or whisper in their ear piece what they think those working drones want to hear, make a few promises on how they will brighten those lives, and Bam!! instant sheeple.
Folks in the USA, look beyond Justin's hair and fake smiles, look what we are dealing with, because stupid people wanted Change. That's how he got in, promising change. We were just like you, jobs were disappearing, taxes were through the roof, and the middle class was suddenly the working poor. No matter how hard we tried, we could not manage because every penny was going out the door. The cost of living rose, the wage didn't. The government took more and more, and folks who worked hard for their money, suddenly had to pay for those who didn't.
How has change worked for us? Well, now instead of just working to pay money to those who don't work in our country, we are now paying money to a bunch of other countries, as well. The biggest change, if one dares to question what this selfie King is doing, we suddenly become bigots, racists, and old-fashioned. It is clear anyone who is concerned over the spending habits of our present government is old-fashioned. It is suddenly acceptable to spend tax dollars willy nilly, with a great big cheshire cat smile, and no concern how the bills are going to be paid. This is the new age, the age of Liberal thinking, the age where budgets balance themselves. That only happens when you live on a trust fund, his budget balances itself, because...he doesn't have to work!
Sure you folks across the line have someone a wee bit different, but again..the serious need for Change is what this is snowballing along on. So, you get the promise of change, but that promise enables you to turn a totally blind eye to all the red flags sprouting up. The lies are excused, the superior attitude, or as I call it, the "Holier than thou syndrome" is ignored, the obvious lack of any semblance of intelligence is overlooked, because...the bully has brought along the bells and whistles, and clearly there are far too many folks who love the circus.
Your candidate is a fool, no different than the one our country voted in. A fool who thinks leading a country is something fun they want to add to their bucket list. Again, the big difference, ours enjoys showing the world how cool he is, Gay Pride parades, slepping around Mosques, hob nobbing with the rich and famous, and blaming every single F*ck up on the previous government. He lied bold face the First Nations, he lied bold face to middle class Canadians, he lied bold face to Veterans, he clearly ran on a big platform of happy face stuff, that suddenly he can't possibly accomplish...or..maybe he is too busy to even consider.
Your fellow, well..first off, he does not play nice with others. So, perhaps your country has far too many Deliverance people coming out of the wood work who truly want to go back into the dark ages. Women are second class citizens, based on their appearance, disabled are the brunt of jokes, colour DOES matter, walls are promised. WTF???
Be very very careful of change. Be sure you are ready for what you are embracing. We apparently wanted change, and we got it!! We got a deficit that boogles the mind. We have a grinning idiot, taking his shirt off to allow vapid women too swoon, we have a leader who on one hand sticks his tongue out while prancing in the Pride parades, and the next claims to support a religion that opposes women and Gays. We have a two faced buffoon who promised to up hold First Nations United Nations rights, and...just recently stabbed that whole group in the back, after a ton of selfies flitting about trying desperately to get a seat with the UN.
Change!! The Pied piper charmed the children with his music, and dancing. He led them down the garden path away from their homes and families, leaving a whole generation lost. Mr. Justin has been in politics for almost a year, he has caused the middle class to suffer, he has given to the minorities, and forgotten where his pay cheque comes from. Mr. Trump, well, it only takes a moment to google how he treats his middle class workers, yet..a whole country assumes once he is in power he will change. Not going to happen folks!! The only change you are going to see is, the doors in and out of your country will slam shut. I foresee a few embargoes dropped on President Trump, because he does not play nice with people. He lives in the dark ages, a plantation owner without a plantation.
Hey...like us, you don't have much choice. I believe in conservatism, which is why my leader makes me want to vomit, you, well..sadly I believe your orange skinned, squint eyed, red-neck lunatic, is the lesser of two evils...and that is very disturbing!!
So...why do we have to accept less than what we deserve? Is there no one in either of our countries that is a better option? If one sees something/someone is not quite working out, why do they have to sit back and accept it for an allotted time period? Those running our countries, run our lives, they are put in place to work for us..all of us, not just selective clumps of us. They are put in place to drive our economy, to ensure we thrive, and our coffers fill. They are there to make us safe and secure,, and to ensure equal rights, and promises kept. At the very first lie, that cannot be explained ..the leader of a country should be out on their ear. You lie to your employer, they can fire you, why is the top position in a country any different? We are employing these people, they have a job description, and they have a whole sh*tload of employers wanting them to do their job. If they can't/won't do it, dump them and find someone better..they have to be out there!! These two twits and Hilarity can't possibly be the cream of the crop!!
MPO
I am blown away by the Americans but they are just following in our own footsteps when it comes to electing a leader of their country. How can two countries be filled with such idiots? How did the majority of the populations become so set on either drama or drama teachers? How did a whole continent become so accepting of blatant lies, appearance, narcissism, and wealth?
Sure there is a smigeon of difference between our Narcissistic Prime Minister and the twit running for top office in the States. One is a bleeding heart for any minority, and the other is a discriminatory Ahole to anyone who doesn't fit in his tiny little puzzle slot. Ooops..almost forgot..our stupid twat has "beautiful hair" the other one..well..not quite sure what he had slapped on top of his beanie. But, they both think their sh* doesn't stink, and everyone else has real smelly stuff! They both come from wealth, and claim to understand the working class, but clearly they have no clue. Oh, hey, get someone to write some cue cards or whisper in their ear piece what they think those working drones want to hear, make a few promises on how they will brighten those lives, and Bam!! instant sheeple.
Folks in the USA, look beyond Justin's hair and fake smiles, look what we are dealing with, because stupid people wanted Change. That's how he got in, promising change. We were just like you, jobs were disappearing, taxes were through the roof, and the middle class was suddenly the working poor. No matter how hard we tried, we could not manage because every penny was going out the door. The cost of living rose, the wage didn't. The government took more and more, and folks who worked hard for their money, suddenly had to pay for those who didn't.
How has change worked for us? Well, now instead of just working to pay money to those who don't work in our country, we are now paying money to a bunch of other countries, as well. The biggest change, if one dares to question what this selfie King is doing, we suddenly become bigots, racists, and old-fashioned. It is clear anyone who is concerned over the spending habits of our present government is old-fashioned. It is suddenly acceptable to spend tax dollars willy nilly, with a great big cheshire cat smile, and no concern how the bills are going to be paid. This is the new age, the age of Liberal thinking, the age where budgets balance themselves. That only happens when you live on a trust fund, his budget balances itself, because...he doesn't have to work!
Sure you folks across the line have someone a wee bit different, but again..the serious need for Change is what this is snowballing along on. So, you get the promise of change, but that promise enables you to turn a totally blind eye to all the red flags sprouting up. The lies are excused, the superior attitude, or as I call it, the "Holier than thou syndrome" is ignored, the obvious lack of any semblance of intelligence is overlooked, because...the bully has brought along the bells and whistles, and clearly there are far too many folks who love the circus.
Your candidate is a fool, no different than the one our country voted in. A fool who thinks leading a country is something fun they want to add to their bucket list. Again, the big difference, ours enjoys showing the world how cool he is, Gay Pride parades, slepping around Mosques, hob nobbing with the rich and famous, and blaming every single F*ck up on the previous government. He lied bold face the First Nations, he lied bold face to middle class Canadians, he lied bold face to Veterans, he clearly ran on a big platform of happy face stuff, that suddenly he can't possibly accomplish...or..maybe he is too busy to even consider.
Your fellow, well..first off, he does not play nice with others. So, perhaps your country has far too many Deliverance people coming out of the wood work who truly want to go back into the dark ages. Women are second class citizens, based on their appearance, disabled are the brunt of jokes, colour DOES matter, walls are promised. WTF???
Be very very careful of change. Be sure you are ready for what you are embracing. We apparently wanted change, and we got it!! We got a deficit that boogles the mind. We have a grinning idiot, taking his shirt off to allow vapid women too swoon, we have a leader who on one hand sticks his tongue out while prancing in the Pride parades, and the next claims to support a religion that opposes women and Gays. We have a two faced buffoon who promised to up hold First Nations United Nations rights, and...just recently stabbed that whole group in the back, after a ton of selfies flitting about trying desperately to get a seat with the UN.
Change!! The Pied piper charmed the children with his music, and dancing. He led them down the garden path away from their homes and families, leaving a whole generation lost. Mr. Justin has been in politics for almost a year, he has caused the middle class to suffer, he has given to the minorities, and forgotten where his pay cheque comes from. Mr. Trump, well, it only takes a moment to google how he treats his middle class workers, yet..a whole country assumes once he is in power he will change. Not going to happen folks!! The only change you are going to see is, the doors in and out of your country will slam shut. I foresee a few embargoes dropped on President Trump, because he does not play nice with people. He lives in the dark ages, a plantation owner without a plantation.
Hey...like us, you don't have much choice. I believe in conservatism, which is why my leader makes me want to vomit, you, well..sadly I believe your orange skinned, squint eyed, red-neck lunatic, is the lesser of two evils...and that is very disturbing!!
So...why do we have to accept less than what we deserve? Is there no one in either of our countries that is a better option? If one sees something/someone is not quite working out, why do they have to sit back and accept it for an allotted time period? Those running our countries, run our lives, they are put in place to work for us..all of us, not just selective clumps of us. They are put in place to drive our economy, to ensure we thrive, and our coffers fill. They are there to make us safe and secure,, and to ensure equal rights, and promises kept. At the very first lie, that cannot be explained ..the leader of a country should be out on their ear. You lie to your employer, they can fire you, why is the top position in a country any different? We are employing these people, they have a job description, and they have a whole sh*tload of employers wanting them to do their job. If they can't/won't do it, dump them and find someone better..they have to be out there!! These two twits and Hilarity can't possibly be the cream of the crop!!
MPO
Pied Piper Politics!
Wow! As someone who has been around for a wee bit, I am absolutely flabbergasted at the citizens of the so called "free-world". WTF is wrong with everyone?
I am blown away by the Americans but they are just following in our own footsteps when it comes to electing a leader of their country. How can two countries be filled with such idiots? How did the majority of the populations become so set on either drama or drama teachers? How did a whole continent become so accepting of blatant lies, appearance, narcissism, and wealth?
Sure there is a smigeon of difference between our Narcissistic Prime Minister and the twit running for top office in the States. One is a bleeding heart for any minority, and the other is a discriminatory Ahole to anyone who doesn't fit in his tiny little puzzle slot. Ooops..almost forgot..our stupid twat has "beautiful hair" the other one..well..not quite sure what he had slapped on top of his beanie. But, they both think their sh* doesn't stink, and everyone else has real smelly stuff! They both come from wealth, and claim to understand the working class, but clearly they have no clue. Oh, hey, get someone to write some cue cards or whisper in their ear piece what they think those working drones want to hear, make a few promises on how they will brighten those lives, and Bam!! instant sheeple.
Folks in the USA, look beyond Justin's hair and fake smiles, look what we are dealing with, because stupid people wanted Change. That's how he got in, promising change. We were just like you, jobs were disappearing, taxes were through the roof, and the middle class was suddenly the working poor. No matter how hard we tried, we could not manage because every penny was going out the door. The cost of living rose, the wage didn't. The government took more and more, and folks who worked hard for their money, suddenly had to pay for those who didn't.
How has change worked for us? Well, now instead of just working to pay money to those who don't work in our country, we are now paying money to a bunch of other countries, as well. The biggest change, if one dares to question what this selfie King is doing, we suddenly become bigots, racists, and old-fashioned. It is clear anyone who is concerned over the spending habits of our present government is old-fashioned. It is suddenly acceptable to spend tax dollars willy nilly, with a great big cheshire cat smile, and no concern how the bills are going to be paid. This is the new age, the age of Liberal thinking, the age where budgets balance themselves. That only happens when you live on a trust fund, his budget balances itself, because...he doesn't have to work!
Sure you folks across the line have someone a wee bit different, but again..the serious need for Change is what this is snowballing along on. So, you get the promise of change, but that promise enables you to turn a totally blind eye to all the red flags sprouting up. The lies are excused, the superior attitude, or as I call it, the "Holier than thou syndrome" is ignored, the obvious lack of any semblance of intelligence is overlooked, because...the bully has brought along the bells and whistles, and clearly there are far too many folks who love the circus.
Your candidate is a fool, no different than the one our country voted in. A fool who thinks leading a country is something fun they want to add to their bucket list. Again, the big difference, ours enjoys showing the world how cool he is, Gay Pride parades, slepping around Mosques, hob nobbing with the rich and famous, and blaming every single F*ck up on the previous government. He lied bold face the First Nations, he lied bold face to middle class Canadians, he lied bold face to Veterans, he clearly ran on a big platform of happy face stuff, that suddenly he can't possibly accomplish...or..maybe he is too busy to even consider.
Your fellow, well..first off, he does not play nice with others. So, perhaps your country has far too many Deliverance people coming out of the wood work who truly want to go back into the dark ages. Women are second class citizens, based on their appearance, disabled are the brunt of jokes, colour DOES matter, walls are promised. WTF???
Be very very careful of change. Be sure you are ready for what you are embracing. We apparently wanted change, and we got it!! We got a deficit that boogles the mind. We have a grinning idiot, taking his shirt off to allow vapid women too swoon, we have a leader who on one hand sticks his tongue out while prancing in the Pride parades, and the next claims to support a religion that opposes women and Gays. We have a two faced buffoon who promised to up hold First Nations United Nations rights, and...just recently stabbed that whole group in the back, after a ton of selfies flitting about trying desperately to get a seat with the UN.
Change!! The Pied piper charmed the children with his music, and dancing. He led them down the garden path away from their homes and families, leaving a whole generation lost. Mr. Justin has been in politics for almost a year, he has caused the middle class to suffer, he has given to the minorities, and forgotten where his pay cheque comes from. Mr. Trump, well, it only takes a moment to google how he treats his middle class workers, yet..a whole country assumes once he is in power he will change. Not going to happen folks!! The only change you are going to see is, the doors in and out of your country will slam shut. I foresee a few embargoes dropped on President Trump, because he does not play nice with people. He lives in the dark ages, a plantation owner without a plantation.
Hey...like us, you don't have much choice. I believe in conservatism, which is why my leader makes me want to vomit, you, well..sadly I believe your orange skinned, squint eyed, red-neck lunatic, is the lesser of two evils...and that is very disturbing!!
So...why do we have to accept less than what we deserve? Is there no one in either of our countries that is a better option? If one sees something/someone is not quite working out, why do they have to sit back and accept it for an allotted time period? Those running our countries, run our lives, they are put in place to work for us..all of us, not just selective clumps of us. They are put in place to drive our economy, to ensure we thrive, and our coffers fill. They are there to make us safe and secure,, and to ensure equal rights, and promises kept. At the very first lie, that cannot be explained ..the leader of a country should be out on their ear. You lie to your employer, they can fire you, why is the top position in a country any different? We are employing these people, they have a job description, and they have a whole sh*tload of employers wanting them to do their job. If they can't/won't do it, dump them and find someone better..they have to be out there!! These two twits and Hilarity can't possibly be the cream of the crop!!
MPO
I am blown away by the Americans but they are just following in our own footsteps when it comes to electing a leader of their country. How can two countries be filled with such idiots? How did the majority of the populations become so set on either drama or drama teachers? How did a whole continent become so accepting of blatant lies, appearance, narcissism, and wealth?
Sure there is a smigeon of difference between our Narcissistic Prime Minister and the twit running for top office in the States. One is a bleeding heart for any minority, and the other is a discriminatory Ahole to anyone who doesn't fit in his tiny little puzzle slot. Ooops..almost forgot..our stupid twat has "beautiful hair" the other one..well..not quite sure what he had slapped on top of his beanie. But, they both think their sh* doesn't stink, and everyone else has real smelly stuff! They both come from wealth, and claim to understand the working class, but clearly they have no clue. Oh, hey, get someone to write some cue cards or whisper in their ear piece what they think those working drones want to hear, make a few promises on how they will brighten those lives, and Bam!! instant sheeple.
Folks in the USA, look beyond Justin's hair and fake smiles, look what we are dealing with, because stupid people wanted Change. That's how he got in, promising change. We were just like you, jobs were disappearing, taxes were through the roof, and the middle class was suddenly the working poor. No matter how hard we tried, we could not manage because every penny was going out the door. The cost of living rose, the wage didn't. The government took more and more, and folks who worked hard for their money, suddenly had to pay for those who didn't.
How has change worked for us? Well, now instead of just working to pay money to those who don't work in our country, we are now paying money to a bunch of other countries, as well. The biggest change, if one dares to question what this selfie King is doing, we suddenly become bigots, racists, and old-fashioned. It is clear anyone who is concerned over the spending habits of our present government is old-fashioned. It is suddenly acceptable to spend tax dollars willy nilly, with a great big cheshire cat smile, and no concern how the bills are going to be paid. This is the new age, the age of Liberal thinking, the age where budgets balance themselves. That only happens when you live on a trust fund, his budget balances itself, because...he doesn't have to work!
Sure you folks across the line have someone a wee bit different, but again..the serious need for Change is what this is snowballing along on. So, you get the promise of change, but that promise enables you to turn a totally blind eye to all the red flags sprouting up. The lies are excused, the superior attitude, or as I call it, the "Holier than thou syndrome" is ignored, the obvious lack of any semblance of intelligence is overlooked, because...the bully has brought along the bells and whistles, and clearly there are far too many folks who love the circus.
Your candidate is a fool, no different than the one our country voted in. A fool who thinks leading a country is something fun they want to add to their bucket list. Again, the big difference, ours enjoys showing the world how cool he is, Gay Pride parades, slepping around Mosques, hob nobbing with the rich and famous, and blaming every single F*ck up on the previous government. He lied bold face the First Nations, he lied bold face to middle class Canadians, he lied bold face to Veterans, he clearly ran on a big platform of happy face stuff, that suddenly he can't possibly accomplish...or..maybe he is too busy to even consider.
Your fellow, well..first off, he does not play nice with others. So, perhaps your country has far too many Deliverance people coming out of the wood work who truly want to go back into the dark ages. Women are second class citizens, based on their appearance, disabled are the brunt of jokes, colour DOES matter, walls are promised. WTF???
Be very very careful of change. Be sure you are ready for what you are embracing. We apparently wanted change, and we got it!! We got a deficit that boogles the mind. We have a grinning idiot, taking his shirt off to allow vapid women too swoon, we have a leader who on one hand sticks his tongue out while prancing in the Pride parades, and the next claims to support a religion that opposes women and Gays. We have a two faced buffoon who promised to up hold First Nations United Nations rights, and...just recently stabbed that whole group in the back, after a ton of selfies flitting about trying desperately to get a seat with the UN.
Change!! The Pied piper charmed the children with his music, and dancing. He led them down the garden path away from their homes and families, leaving a whole generation lost. Mr. Justin has been in politics for almost a year, he has caused the middle class to suffer, he has given to the minorities, and forgotten where his pay cheque comes from. Mr. Trump, well, it only takes a moment to google how he treats his middle class workers, yet..a whole country assumes once he is in power he will change. Not going to happen folks!! The only change you are going to see is, the doors in and out of your country will slam shut. I foresee a few embargoes dropped on President Trump, because he does not play nice with people. He lives in the dark ages, a plantation owner without a plantation.
Hey...like us, you don't have much choice. I believe in conservatism, which is why my leader makes me want to vomit, you, well..sadly I believe your orange skinned, squint eyed, red-neck lunatic, is the lesser of two evils...and that is very disturbing!!
So...why do we have to accept less than what we deserve? Is there no one in either of our countries that is a better option? If one sees something/someone is not quite working out, why do they have to sit back and accept it for an allotted time period? Those running our countries, run our lives, they are put in place to work for us..all of us, not just selective clumps of us. They are put in place to drive our economy, to ensure we thrive, and our coffers fill. They are there to make us safe and secure,, and to ensure equal rights, and promises kept. At the very first lie, that cannot be explained ..the leader of a country should be out on their ear. You lie to your employer, they can fire you, why is the top position in a country any different? We are employing these people, they have a job description, and they have a whole sh*tload of employers wanting them to do their job. If they can't/won't do it, dump them and find someone better..they have to be out there!! These two twits and Hilarity can't possibly be the cream of the crop!!
MPO
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Amazing!
Sitting here, on the very last day of my 50th decade..LMAO..Now doesn't that sound absolutely unreal?
Funny, age is the strangest thing. There is nothing one can do to change it. Oh, I suppose if I had been much smarter, and a tad more me-centered, I could have managed far less wrinkles. I could have also dropped some poundage, and toned some muscle. But..since I didn't think about this stuff in time, here I sit, slightly chunky, a wee bit saggy, and more than a little wrinkled. Not much I can do now. Oh, I have considered opting for one of the 3, the poundage part..I have thought, perhaps if I put on some more weight, it might plump up a few wrinkles..still thinking on that, because it would also require a larger amount of Lays potato chips, and I am sure I would have to go far beyond my acceptable salt intake....
I sort of accept myself, most of the time. The only time I truly clue in, is when photos are taken, and I cannot ignore what I appear like. The rest of the time, I just don't acknowledge the visual, there is no need. I know I am clothed, my hair is brushed..or was at least once during my waking hours, and that's pretty much all I need covered in case I come in contact with another human. But..you know what, even when I was 16, pictures of me looked horrid. There were no wrinkles, I just seldom had a picture taken that I was happy with. I just sort of thought when I got old, I would suddenly become more photogenic..didn't happen! I look like the old biddy telling National Enquirer reporters how the aliens landed outside my trailer, transported me off to their planet, and installed antennae in my hair curlers. I have, however, decided I don't really give a crap..because the way I see me, is not always the way others do. See...I can prove that!
So, I mentioned the other day the St.Olaf's mini re-union, and how my buddy Irene got to have a glimpse of things, right? Well, I didn't get around to hauling out my camera to capture the events for eternity, but others did. One such picture was of a fellow St.Olafer, Irene and myself. I could not do what I wanted, which was to hide, and not be a part of the process...so I had to do the next best thing..act like a lunatic..of course this resulted in a particularly gruesome imagine. Yuck! Saw the thing posted for all the world to view and instantly wished I could erase me. I noticed my two friends looked so lovely..how awesome for them, but how sad I looked like a washed out hermit, perhaps on heavy prescription drugs...My buddy calls me, and instantly goes on about what a great picture this was of me and my fellow "Rose'..."Huh???" Was she nuts? I had thought what a great picture it was of her, looking so happy, and although she has 1/2 a decade( I know, it's 5 years, but today I am thinking in decades, so bear with me)on me, she looked a whole decade younger! We argued over this picture, and basically what it proves is, we see ourselves totally different than those who matter to us . No doubt there are some folks who always see themselves looking fabulous, and I guess those are people with very high self esteem, that is certainly not something my buddy and I have an over abundance of. Clearly we both don't even have a smidgen of this. So, just speaking of a single picture taken when we are both heading into the real "Golden" age, made me realize something amazing.
Because I see her as someone who has accomplished so very much in her lifetime. She is incredibly strong, maybe much quieter than myself, in some ways, but. always thinking of others, before herself, extremely hardworking, very talented in so many areas, gifted with massive patience, and someone who has managed to drag me out of the depth of despair on numerous occasions, when I look at the picture of her laughing, and totally enjoying the moment, I see a beautiful picture..only marred by my withered old face.
So, I guess that is why we see others differently than they see themselves. We simply see the outside shell, while others see the whole package, with the inner beauty, that makes us smile, because it is a snapshot of them at their finest, when they are truly happy.
Yes..this has been a pretty tough decade, one of the hardest..it has given me more wrinkles, more grey hairs, more aches and pains than any other..but..I think it has also, only recently, taught me one of the greatest lessons...Just because I see myself one way, old and drained, those I care about, can see beyond that..so..perhaps I will allow more pictures? Maybe let myself be immortalized during times that make me truly and utterly happy..times with the world's greatest friends, ever!!!
Funny, age is the strangest thing. There is nothing one can do to change it. Oh, I suppose if I had been much smarter, and a tad more me-centered, I could have managed far less wrinkles. I could have also dropped some poundage, and toned some muscle. But..since I didn't think about this stuff in time, here I sit, slightly chunky, a wee bit saggy, and more than a little wrinkled. Not much I can do now. Oh, I have considered opting for one of the 3, the poundage part..I have thought, perhaps if I put on some more weight, it might plump up a few wrinkles..still thinking on that, because it would also require a larger amount of Lays potato chips, and I am sure I would have to go far beyond my acceptable salt intake....
I sort of accept myself, most of the time. The only time I truly clue in, is when photos are taken, and I cannot ignore what I appear like. The rest of the time, I just don't acknowledge the visual, there is no need. I know I am clothed, my hair is brushed..or was at least once during my waking hours, and that's pretty much all I need covered in case I come in contact with another human. But..you know what, even when I was 16, pictures of me looked horrid. There were no wrinkles, I just seldom had a picture taken that I was happy with. I just sort of thought when I got old, I would suddenly become more photogenic..didn't happen! I look like the old biddy telling National Enquirer reporters how the aliens landed outside my trailer, transported me off to their planet, and installed antennae in my hair curlers. I have, however, decided I don't really give a crap..because the way I see me, is not always the way others do. See...I can prove that!
So, I mentioned the other day the St.Olaf's mini re-union, and how my buddy Irene got to have a glimpse of things, right? Well, I didn't get around to hauling out my camera to capture the events for eternity, but others did. One such picture was of a fellow St.Olafer, Irene and myself. I could not do what I wanted, which was to hide, and not be a part of the process...so I had to do the next best thing..act like a lunatic..of course this resulted in a particularly gruesome imagine. Yuck! Saw the thing posted for all the world to view and instantly wished I could erase me. I noticed my two friends looked so lovely..how awesome for them, but how sad I looked like a washed out hermit, perhaps on heavy prescription drugs...My buddy calls me, and instantly goes on about what a great picture this was of me and my fellow "Rose'..."Huh???" Was she nuts? I had thought what a great picture it was of her, looking so happy, and although she has 1/2 a decade( I know, it's 5 years, but today I am thinking in decades, so bear with me)on me, she looked a whole decade younger! We argued over this picture, and basically what it proves is, we see ourselves totally different than those who matter to us . No doubt there are some folks who always see themselves looking fabulous, and I guess those are people with very high self esteem, that is certainly not something my buddy and I have an over abundance of. Clearly we both don't even have a smidgen of this. So, just speaking of a single picture taken when we are both heading into the real "Golden" age, made me realize something amazing.
Because I see her as someone who has accomplished so very much in her lifetime. She is incredibly strong, maybe much quieter than myself, in some ways, but. always thinking of others, before herself, extremely hardworking, very talented in so many areas, gifted with massive patience, and someone who has managed to drag me out of the depth of despair on numerous occasions, when I look at the picture of her laughing, and totally enjoying the moment, I see a beautiful picture..only marred by my withered old face.
So, I guess that is why we see others differently than they see themselves. We simply see the outside shell, while others see the whole package, with the inner beauty, that makes us smile, because it is a snapshot of them at their finest, when they are truly happy.
Yes..this has been a pretty tough decade, one of the hardest..it has given me more wrinkles, more grey hairs, more aches and pains than any other..but..I think it has also, only recently, taught me one of the greatest lessons...Just because I see myself one way, old and drained, those I care about, can see beyond that..so..perhaps I will allow more pictures? Maybe let myself be immortalized during times that make me truly and utterly happy..times with the world's greatest friends, ever!!!
Saturday, 10 September 2016
The Girls From St. Olaf's
St. Olaf's, a town somewhere in Sweden or Norway, made famous by the amazing Rose from Golden Girls. I never expected to become Rose from St. Olaf's, but according to my friend, who arrived to stand with me through this era of my life, that is who I am. She started calling me that because, I constantly commented about so many day to day things, comparing it to life in my small home town. I knew all the names of people and stories of their exploits, and habits, and often would go on something like this "Well, back in Stewart...we would..we had..so and so did", so Irene began calling me Rose from St. Olaf's. Hey, I enjoyed that, because, everyone loved Rose, right?
Well, I am not the only Rose out there. I grew up with a group of them! Just the other day, out of the blue, one of the Rose's, well..O.K. she isn't a Rose, she is more like Blanche, she likes to dress a wee bit racier than us Roses, and she likes to have her nails sparkle..so not quite as country mouse as the Roses, but still from St. Olaf's, showed up at my door. She had seen a post back in June of a sweater I commented wishing I could have. Much to my surprise, she got in touch with one of her talented friends, had it made, and drove from Vancouver Island, to my door step in the Peace, to deliver it! O.K. can you say, "Awesome"? Something like that is bound to make a person feel pretty damn special..and it did! There are few things in life that knock my socks off, besides politics, but this did. Why would someone do this? Because they are a St. Olaf's girl!!
See, my buddy who started the "Rose" business had the pleasure of meeting another girl from St. Olaf's for lunch with me. She sat and listen, and heard MG throw out the same names and stories I was forever telling, we mentioned the people in tandem, because that was our world. The lunch was filled with laughter, I believe we took Irene along on a trip back in time with us, and I know for a fact, she enjoyed her travels.She understands those of us who grew up in a very small isolated community are definitely unique personalities, but..we have an unusual connection, that few enjoy.
I think I have mentioned before, our "friend" base was very limited. We all had to learn to love one another, because we were all we had. O.K. there are some kids that I grew up with that the connection never happened. They were just kids who lived a street down, or..perhaps they lived beyond my allowed perimeters. Yes...I had rules that limited my distance...But those who I did "Hang with" (not sure if we used that term waaaay back then) became a part of my world, and, because our our small group, they have over time, become far more important than they were when I was a child.
I tried to explain the St. Olaf's syndrome to Irene. Funny, because it was a natural occurrence , explaining it, was kind of difficult, mostly because I don't really understand it myself. Oh, trust me, like every other group, we all discuss each other between ourselves. Sometimes one of us will do something out of the ordinary, and our little heads pop up. But, see, perhaps it is age, perhaps it is the fact that we as a group have all managed to live well over 1/2 a century, and maybe change our hair, change our life styles, but not a single one of us has changed who we are, so...when we discuss the "latest" it always ends with "but, we love her". Because, we do!! We have to!! All the St. Olaf girls allowed each of us, to become who we are. Our parents helped mold us, our community helped mold us, and our friends, perhaps molded us the most.
We had the regular "pretty girls", the "popular girls", the "smart girls" the "wild girls", and the "late bloomer" girls,,but, at this age, we have simply all become St.Olaf girls. The past is mostly forgotten, just the good stuff is allowed to come out of the memory box. See, that is the most wonderful part of this amazing select group, we all have bits and pieces of the same memories, and when we sit down, those memories become whole. We all have a key to that box, and without one of us, the past is not quite as clear as when we all open the box together.
The "bucket list" for all of us includes a get-together for the whole group. Unlike Blanche, few of us can drive the length of the Province to make another member of the group feel totally blessed, so it has become a difficult meeting to plan. Just talking about it is enough to make us feel excited, and..again, at this age, that is a pretty amazing thing (excitement that is). Perhaps the world is not quite ready for the lot of us to collect in one place? Perhaps some of us are afraid we won't fit in, we won't be quite as fabulous as some of the others? Life, even though we are suppose to be settling and having more time for relaxation, isn't quite at that point for most of us.
It will happen! Hopefully as Blanche says, not at the Pearly Gates. We are now all Golden girls, and we are the most amazing Golden girls, because we are all from St. Olaf's, a place filled with a past we all hold the keys to. I guess I am lucky to have this platform to be able to tell all my fellow St. Olafers,that I love and cherish each and everyone of you! And I thank you from the bottom of my heart for staying beside me on this ride!
Well, I am not the only Rose out there. I grew up with a group of them! Just the other day, out of the blue, one of the Rose's, well..O.K. she isn't a Rose, she is more like Blanche, she likes to dress a wee bit racier than us Roses, and she likes to have her nails sparkle..so not quite as country mouse as the Roses, but still from St. Olaf's, showed up at my door. She had seen a post back in June of a sweater I commented wishing I could have. Much to my surprise, she got in touch with one of her talented friends, had it made, and drove from Vancouver Island, to my door step in the Peace, to deliver it! O.K. can you say, "Awesome"? Something like that is bound to make a person feel pretty damn special..and it did! There are few things in life that knock my socks off, besides politics, but this did. Why would someone do this? Because they are a St. Olaf's girl!!
See, my buddy who started the "Rose" business had the pleasure of meeting another girl from St. Olaf's for lunch with me. She sat and listen, and heard MG throw out the same names and stories I was forever telling, we mentioned the people in tandem, because that was our world. The lunch was filled with laughter, I believe we took Irene along on a trip back in time with us, and I know for a fact, she enjoyed her travels.She understands those of us who grew up in a very small isolated community are definitely unique personalities, but..we have an unusual connection, that few enjoy.
I think I have mentioned before, our "friend" base was very limited. We all had to learn to love one another, because we were all we had. O.K. there are some kids that I grew up with that the connection never happened. They were just kids who lived a street down, or..perhaps they lived beyond my allowed perimeters. Yes...I had rules that limited my distance...But those who I did "Hang with" (not sure if we used that term waaaay back then) became a part of my world, and, because our our small group, they have over time, become far more important than they were when I was a child.
I tried to explain the St. Olaf's syndrome to Irene. Funny, because it was a natural occurrence , explaining it, was kind of difficult, mostly because I don't really understand it myself. Oh, trust me, like every other group, we all discuss each other between ourselves. Sometimes one of us will do something out of the ordinary, and our little heads pop up. But, see, perhaps it is age, perhaps it is the fact that we as a group have all managed to live well over 1/2 a century, and maybe change our hair, change our life styles, but not a single one of us has changed who we are, so...when we discuss the "latest" it always ends with "but, we love her". Because, we do!! We have to!! All the St. Olaf girls allowed each of us, to become who we are. Our parents helped mold us, our community helped mold us, and our friends, perhaps molded us the most.
We had the regular "pretty girls", the "popular girls", the "smart girls" the "wild girls", and the "late bloomer" girls,,but, at this age, we have simply all become St.Olaf girls. The past is mostly forgotten, just the good stuff is allowed to come out of the memory box. See, that is the most wonderful part of this amazing select group, we all have bits and pieces of the same memories, and when we sit down, those memories become whole. We all have a key to that box, and without one of us, the past is not quite as clear as when we all open the box together.
The "bucket list" for all of us includes a get-together for the whole group. Unlike Blanche, few of us can drive the length of the Province to make another member of the group feel totally blessed, so it has become a difficult meeting to plan. Just talking about it is enough to make us feel excited, and..again, at this age, that is a pretty amazing thing (excitement that is). Perhaps the world is not quite ready for the lot of us to collect in one place? Perhaps some of us are afraid we won't fit in, we won't be quite as fabulous as some of the others? Life, even though we are suppose to be settling and having more time for relaxation, isn't quite at that point for most of us.
It will happen! Hopefully as Blanche says, not at the Pearly Gates. We are now all Golden girls, and we are the most amazing Golden girls, because we are all from St. Olaf's, a place filled with a past we all hold the keys to. I guess I am lucky to have this platform to be able to tell all my fellow St. Olafers,that I love and cherish each and everyone of you! And I thank you from the bottom of my heart for staying beside me on this ride!
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