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3/30/2006 Warning: Exteme RantSometimes I have to shake my head and grit my teeth at the Muslim extremists who get mad at Afghans who convert to Christianity, and who want Isreal off the face of the earth. Yet they say they're peace-loveing people. First of all, if someone wants to follow their convictions, it is their right to do so. How about some people in conservative Muslim countries who just go by the Islamic traditions and laws who don't have a personal devotion to Muhammad and Allah, and they just want to keep peace? I mean, you can't MAKE people adopt fully in their hearts a belief system!
And to the extremists who wants Isreal wiped off the face of the earth? Let the Jews have their land, for God's sake! They're not hurting anyone. I mean, you Muslims have all kinds of countries of your own, and other countries whose laws protect you from religious persecution.
Hearing all these crazy stories just make me mad! If you need to vent your anger and send me some hate mail, please do so on a politically-correct manner lest I sue you in court for pain and suffering. Otherwise, draw a picture of my face and rip it up. In a proper way.  3/28/2006 Forgive?Here's a touchy subject: forgiveness. A word that makes us cringe when you have been hurt, and yet that same word is music to your ears when you hurt someone else. I've been hurt a lot in the past. I was disowned by my real mother, and placed in foster homes, where the atmoshere was tense and relationships were strained. I've rejected by kids at school. I know pain. But for years I've carried resentment and anger, no matter how hard I try to forgive. I gradually came to a place where I could fully forgive, and re-establish relationships with several people in my former foster homes, and now I have relationships with them. But how did I come to that place of forgiveness and moving on? I guess it just came when it was good and ready. I guess forgiveness takes time to accomplish. You can't rush it. I'm not perfect. Far from it. I said a lot of hurtful stuff to my foster families. But yet they forgave me enough to stay in touch with me. To me, forgiveness is a process. But you have to be willing to forgive. The first step is you. Then, I find, the healing starts. For some, it comes right away, but for others, it takes years. That's okay. At least you are in the process of forgiving. That's the main thing. Than, you feel better afterwards. Kinda like a weight has been lifted off your chest. 3/23/2006 Health Care BluesImagine walking into the city's blood clinic. (This is Canada, by the way) As you open the door, a strong odor assaults your nostrils. To your right, a large man mops his balding forehead with a dirty hanky. You notice his body odor right away. You pass by, heading towards the reception desk, where is huge woman with a stern look on her face sits. You sit down, and give her your health card and bloodwork paper. Not too much stench coming from her, though it is a little stuffy and hot in there. She types on a late-model computer, gives back your health card, and gruffly tells you to sit down; it shouldn't be any more than an hour or so. All the seats are taken up, so you sit on the floor. It's dirty, and you're thankful you wore your old clothes. An elderly woman sitting on your left farts, and mumbles, "Excuse me, dear..." and rambles on about her gas problem. You smell the urine coming from her and perhaps an elderly man sitting in a chair directly in front of you. You pick up a magazine and read. Finally, after an hour and a half, you get called in to a clean room. The technician already looks a little tired, even though it's only eleven in the morning. "I'm the only one working today," she says. "The other technician is down with the flu." She draws the blood quickly, and shoos you out, at the same time she bellows out another name while scrubbing the bloodwork table.
How would we like that in real life in Canada? If we did, there'd be an uproar. But yet we complain about the health care left and right. Let us be thankful of what we have. 3/21/2006 Smashin' Computers!!!Ever feel like you wanna smash that blankity-blanking computer? Oh, to be some computer geek!! I wonder why they don't make normal computers (like this one) for those who actually own a brain, and dummy computers for people like me!?! I turn on the news, and on it I hear more horror stories on virus than you can shake a stick at. Then you get all these pop-up ads and notices, and half of them are spyware. You almost need like a sixth sense to know which one is safe is which you need to delete. I have Antivirus and Antispyware protection on my computer, and I do scans all the time...but then there's all kinds of other geeky computer crap I have to know....it's like I need a computer course in order to even OWN a computer!!! Sigh...lemme know if there's a brain out there for sale...I need a brain...need a brain...hate computers...need a brain... 3/18/2006 Le PetomaneLe Petomane, AKA Joseph Pujal (1857-1945) formed a career in fartistry. You know, farting on command. Yup, he actually went on stage and farted...all kinds of farts. It is said that he had an amazing ability to work his stomach muscles and his anal muscles. Sucking in air and pushing it out with a florish! Hahaha, I'm not making this up!!! You can go to my Custom List to the left of this blog and click the link to this website. I'm curious how many of you believe this. I think I may believe it, but once again, who can fart on command? Boy, if I can do this stunt... 3/17/2006 HopeThere is this saying I really like. "Music is the language of the soul; it expresses every human emotion." It gives you an avenue to express yourself, kinda like spilling your guts. I love music. It's very soothing, uplifting, and you just sorta get lost in your own little world.
I love to listen to Gospel music. It's a sharp contrast from the other kinds I used to listen to as a teenager. I remember listening to songs full of wanting sex, having it, then having your heart broken. Heavy metal artists talked about sacrificing to satan and killing yourself. And of course, if you play a country song backwards, you get your wife back, your dog back, and your pick-up truck back. Though I totally understand the musicians' feelings, I soon realized this kind of music wasn't for me. Why listen to songs that don't offer hope when you can listen to songs that do offer hope? Just something to think about... 3/10/2006 Piercing RantI wonder where people get the idea of piercing every part of their body. I admit, I have holes in my ears, but that's it! Now, it's all the rage to pierch one's bellybutton, tongue, nipples, lips, vaginas, nose, cheeks, and um, where else? I mean, does it really hurts or are the girls too wo-MANLY to admit it hurts? I wonder what happens with the tongue-ring. Does the food get caught in it? I wonder when they are wearing vagina-rings. Do they have sex with them in? I shudder as I think about it. I've heard of eyebrow piercing, but what about eyelid piercing? Hip piercing? Butt piercing? Elbow and knee piercing? Or maybe even their fingers and toes? Oh, dear, I wonder if I gave some radical gal out there some ideas!!!
Anyway, this stuff is not for me. I like my two little holes...one in each ear. Blame it on old age, or just being boring, but at least it gives me something to rant about. Sigh, I wish the federal gov't will screw up in something so I can have something exciting to rant about...but then again, maybe not............ ha ha! 3/8/2006 Children's Aid Society-sequalWell, the social worker came this morning. She could find no problem whatsoever. She was very, very nice. (Nothing like Fat Woman and Tall Woman haha!) She read off the allegations and gave us a phone number to a family service. She convices my hubby to allow me to at least talk to them about my depression. That'll all for now.
To the readers: I apologize that this drama wasn't as interesting to read as the Larry Finck and Carline VandenElson saga! ha ha ha! oh, well.... 3/6/2006 Children's Aid SocietyImagine a pound at the door. Your two kids play with their toys in the corner of the room. You answer the door to find two angry-looking women. One is short and fat, with short brown hair. She is holding a notepad in her hand, pen poised over it, as if ready to take notes. The other one is much taller and is very well dressed. She stares down her pointed nose and adjusts her glasses. She asks for your name. You answer. The children's names. Again, you answer. Suddenly, with one swift motion, she whips out her ID and barks, "Child Welfare! We're here to take away your children!" They barge in, brushing you aside. The fat woman looks around your apartment, mumbling to herself and taking notes at the same time. The tall woman grabs your two surprised children and walks to the door. You rush to them, screaming for them not to take your kids away. The fat woman stares at you with her beady eyes and speaks in her shrill voice: "SEE YOU IN COURT!" Angrily, they stalk off, kids screaming and struggling under the tall woman's strong grip. You then collasp to the floor, sobbing as if your heart will break...
Of course, I've been watching too many movies. If that were to happen in real life, it certainly won't happen in Canada. At least not yet. However, I am a woman, and I do have hormones. And a vivid imagination. But when I got a letter from the Children's Aid Society notifying me of a complaint from an anonymous caller, on my wedding anniversary, of all dates, I felt like my world has come to an end. What a horrible weekend! I managed to talk to a social worker this morning, and she sounded a lot nicer than the fat woman and the tall woman. She reassured me that Children's Aid will not take away my kids, and they just want to talk to me about the call and ways they can help me. Whew! But to let you know, I am a woman, and I do have hormones... A Thought To Ponder... Sex. It's a puny three-letter word but yet it is one of the most powerful words one has ever known. In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, ... then God told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply. Over the years, many have abstained from sex until the wedding night. Today, co-habiting is the norm. What if we can't live together? What if we aren't sexually compatible? What if we have to go through divorce?
So may people think premarital sex is fun. So many people don't realize that they are giving away a part of themselves each time they lay down with another partner. They become weary of commitments, even though they don't realize it. They hunt and hunt for the perfect match, only to find that there is no perfect match. Nobody's perfect. We are going to disappoint each other. We are going to let each other down.
There are many children who don't even know who their father is. Single parent families are on the rise.
Marriage is the foundation of society. Strong, stable marriages are what children needs. Being raised by Mom and Dad is one of the most precious gifts you can give your children, It gives them a sense of security. A shot at a higher self-esteem. Hope.
I've surfed around on a few MSN spaces, and though sex may seem exciting, but is it really and truly fulfilling? I'll leave you with that thought to ponder. 3/5/2006 A rant, or something...A little about myself... I'm not some geek trying to shove my views down people's throats. I just have some pretty strong opinions. I'm actually a very complex individual...in English, I'm different from the rest of the world. I'm me, and if u can't accept, then move on to another blog!
So, anyway, my interests are picking on the federal gov't, silly jokes, ranting n' raging 'bout whatever, eating chocolate, reading a good romance novel, and, oh, yeah, I make the best damned fudge in the whole entire world! And no, I don't watch Family Guy or Falcom Beach, I've got better sense to watch that crap. It's so empty...devoid of real meaning, and so full of sex! (As u know, I'm a big fan of Dr. Laura) I have to admit I'm not entirely boring, I like fart jokes..hahahahahahaha!
And so, before I get conceited or anything, I'll sign off for now, and if I find anything to rant n' rage about, you'll be the first to know about it! Ow, my back is hurting again. Guess it's time for a stretch... 3/4/2006 Child Care PlanWhere does PM Stephen Harper get this crazy, outlandish idea that throwing cash at parents is going to help Canada's child care program? I'd like to know. By scrapping the Liberals' $5 billion plan, the Tories are taking away daycare spaces, not creating them. And a hundred bucks a month to parents to help take care of their kids...that's a laugh! It'll all be eaten up by rising daycare fees. (that is, if that particular daycare is still open!) Which brings up another issue: When the Tories scrap the child care agreement the Grits HAD ALREADY SIGNED WITH THE PROVINCES IN MAY 2005, much-needed funding will not be available to keep some daycare centers open, and daycare workers will continue to work for only a little over minimum wage. This is a major digrace. I am a mother of two special needs children, and they benefit greatly from a wonderful daycare in our area that is specialized in working with special needs children. If you really care about quality early learning care, then I'd suggest to you that you contact your local Member of Parliament. You can go to parl.gc.ca to all the contact info. I know I did! |
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