Thursday, July 09, 2009

Some Funny Proverbs Of All Time

1. If you're too open minded, your brains will fall out.

2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic.

4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you ve never tried before.

6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.

7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.

9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.

10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.

11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.

12. A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.

15. No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.

16. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.

17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.

18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.

19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.

20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.

21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.

23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.

24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.

25. Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.

Monday, July 06, 2009

and us?

Ashton is back to his happy toddling self, mom went home from the hospital on Saturday. She's a trooper! Dad is happy as a pig in mud to have mom back, he said so himself. This morning there was a meeting with a health rep. to arrange more home care, to give mom a rest. Yesterday went to visit after church. First we took Ashton home to daddy, he needed a nap and I grabbed mom's tupperware container to bring it back. It seems everyone has been helping, the SIL coked dinner and the other SIL did as well, I made lunch yesterday, so mom could sit and rest. Hubby's job loss is a blessing in disguise, because he can help his parents a lot more now.
Shanon is busy planing my 50 birthday bash for Sept., she's always way ahead with everything. It wasn't my idea. I'd be happy without one. Thankfully it won't be too many people.
Junior is off work due to his back. Hopefully he'll get a better seat in his truck, that he can go back to work soon. He's considering getting custody of Ashton. K. thinks she's missing out, she's tired of 'playing' mom and today she left Ashton with a neighbour, so she could sleep. This is the neighbour who she'd been fighting with, who had climbed through a window, into K.s place and stolen a bunch of things, who's an ex druggy, has a mental illness, is unstable and has had her children taken away in the past. A neighbour K was apparently not talking to. This morning I heard junior curse and then he went out. The unstable neighbour had called to tell him she had Ashton, so junior went to get him.
I've known a few negative things, but wanted ( and still do) to be supportive. I wonder if K. will realize the only thing she's missing, is enjoying her children's growing years, while she yearns for her carefree, childfree youth.
Luckily both dad's, the girls' and Ashton's, are involved and love the children.
Music in Utero
The Smiling Unborn Child

In 1984, a video called The Silent Scream helped change the way people think about the unborn child. The footage of an actual abortion and the fetus’s reaction reminded us that abortion involves the death of a real person.

A recent bit of footage has similar potential, only it couldn’t be more different from The Silent Scream.

The footage was part of a recent PBS special, The Music Instinct: Science & Song. The program was an exploration of, among other things, music’s “biological, emotional and psychological impact on humans.”

Part of this “exploration” included how music affects babies. If we are, as some scientists believe, “wired for music,” then babies are ideal test subjects since their reactions are, by definition, instinctual.

Part of this research involved the effect of music on fetuses. While we knew that mothers often sing to their unborn children, we weren’t sure that the unborn child could hear them.

We are now. A segment of The Music Instinct featured Sheila C. Woodward of the University of Southern California, who has studied fetal responses to music. A camera and a microphone designed for underwater use were inserted into the uterus of a pregnant woman. And then Woodward sang.

The hydrophone picked up two sounds: the “whooshing” of the uterine artery and the unmistakable sound of a woman singing a lullaby.

Then something extraordinary happened. Upon hearing the woman’s voice, the unborn child smiled.

It was one of those moments that makes you catch your breath. The full humanity of the fetus could not have been clearer if he had turned to the camera and winked.

Apparently, fetal responses to music aren’t limited to smiling. They have been observed moving their hands in response to music, almost as if conducting. They have been soothed by Vivaldi and disturbed by loud tracks from Beethoven. They have even responded “rhythmically to rhythms tapped on [their] mother’s belly.”

Perhaps understandably, the connection between fetal responses to music and abortion weren’t mentioned in the show. What is not so understandable is that the program’s website contains no mention of Woodward and her findings. It’s as if someone realized the implications and hoped nobody would notice.

I don’t think that there’s some kind of conspiracy afoot. I just think that the PBS people’s worldview won’t allow them to make the obvious connection. Abortion on demand is only possible if people minimize the similarities between the fetus and us.

That kind of denial is hard work because what we have learned in the past 25 years makes any denial of the fetus’ humanity absurd. So instead of looking at the evidence, many people don’t see it. Call it “worldview-induced blindness.”

In other words, they have eyes but cannot see, ears but cannot hear.

Humans, we are told, are a “musical species” whose brain devotes more to the appreciation of music than even the processing of language. That makes someone who smiles and moves his hands in response to music undeniably human, whether we notice it or not.

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I had started to watch the movie "The silent scream", but I couldn't continue. I couldn't get myself to watch a baby being murdered on camera.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Catch up time again, grandkid's tumble and grandma needs oxigen

I've been very neglectful of this blog. My relatives can still get news bytes from facebook. so that leaves my two loyal readers out of the loop. But I know they're busy with their own lifes, not pining for news from me. :)
I got into playing a couple of games on facebook, it can get rather time consuming! :p Ask my hubby, he says I'm addicted. I've refused to start any other games and am cutting back. I do really enjoy lil' green patch. The games aren't actually from fb, but they work with the game providers, I guess. It's also fun to chat (in writing mostly) with people all over. Ontario, England, the USA and a soldier in combat.
It's my kick back time. I could be watching TV or playing games. Well, I hardly watch TV.
I've written great posts in my head but usually feel too tired to sit and think. Games take much less effort, although you do need to think some. Not to worry, my brain gets a workout at work, where I have to memorise info and also solve crosswords when I'm on break.
It's very peaceful and quiet now that the one instigator has left.
We had a horrible scare here last weekend, on Father's Day. Hubby had planed a big BBQ, with family and friends. I missed it because I sleep before work on Sunday afternoon. Everything went well and people had fun. Shanon told me she missed me, that it's not the same without me. That was nice to hear. Her and another friend also helped a great deal with the clean up. Junior was getting Ashton ready for bed and probably from all he'd had to eat, Ashton got sick and threw up on daddy. Junior ran downstairs to throw his shirt in the wash and for whatever reason, didn't close the door all the way to his bedroom, leaving Ashton. Obviously not thinking it through. Ashton of course wanted to follow daddy. Our upstairs landing and the stairs have no railing, an unfinished reno project. Ashton got out before dad was back and he proceded to the edge of the landing and fell over, onto the stairs below. Not tumbling down the stairs, but free fall, about 8 feet. I cringe just thinking about it.
I was in bed, been trying to sleep ever since hubby's buddy decided to yak right into the bedroom, waking me up. I heard the thump, but I thought Ashton had just fallen on the floor, which he still does frequently, since he toddles. Then I heard sirens and the front door opening. I jumped up and ran out, junior was already trying to get the ambulance's attention, running down the sidewalk with a bleeding Ashton in his arms. I took Ashton from him, he was screaming and bleeding from his mouth. Hubby was on the phone to emergency, who must have told him not to move Ashton. "Hold him still" Well, Ashton was in pain and he was moving on his own, writhing I guess you call it. The ambulance pulled up, the paramedics took some info and junior had to run to get something, so I ended up in the ambulance with Ashton, giving what info I could, trying to comfort Ashton and making myself heard over his screams. It was decided, that grandma, me, would go to the hospital with Ashton, even though I was in my PJs, junior grabbed me shoes and later he went to get me a coat. I didn't see that Ashton actually had bitten a hole in his tongue. He calmed down somewhat and I cuddled him. As I sat in ER, just holding him, I started to cry quietly, thinking of the fall he had and also how his dad must feel. The nurses where nice, but until a doctor was available, we just had to sit and wait. Ashton's mom came after a little while and soon after the doctor showed up too. I told him what I knew, Ashton was now in his mom's arms and our son came to take me home. I had to go to work!
Ashton had bit his tongue almost through, just short of having to get it stitched. Mom and dad took turns checking on his vital signs through the night and I got him up and changed when I got home. He was not himself! He was aggressive, temperamental and a little terror. He also gasped with every breath and step. When his mom got up and observed all this, she worried about his lungs. I told her that his breathing sounded like he was in pain. I She said she would take him back to the hospital to get checked. I needed to get some sleep, as I hadn't had near enough the day before and had been up all night. After sleeping about 3-4 hours, I got up and K. was still lying on the couch, saying she'd go to the hospital. Ashton was still upset and screamed about everything. Finally hubby had enough and he told K. that she had to leave. Hubby likes his solitude and this drove him crazy. Maybe not the best timing, the day after Ashton's fall.
In any case, it got her moving and she actually finally took the little guy to the hospital, where they called in a pediatrician. He told her that Ashton was in a lot of pain. That's what I told her, more or less.
The doc said after the fall, Ashton's body would be aching and the bite in his tongue must have really hurt. Luckily, the tongue is apparently the part of our body that heals fastest. They took some x-rays to make sure he didn't have any broken bones. He must have had angels watching over him not to get hurt any worse! But what a scare.
You know, you want to say "What were you thinking??" to his dad, but I'm sure he's asking himself that and kicking himself, so I don't need to add to that.
Hubby's mom has been having trouble breathing, thinking she has asthma. The inhalers she has haven't helped and it's been getting worse. Yesterday hubby's sister called to take mom to the hospital while she stayed with dad. Hubby got in the car and before he left the driveway, he called emergency to send an ambulance. They just got there as he did, but they have instant access to ER, while people that get there on their own, sometimes sit for hours in the waiting room.
Mom will be staying in the hospital tonight. They couldn't get her oxigen levels up. She has COPD chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. She used to smoke, but quit many years ago. Dad however kept smoking for many years after she'd quit and people weren't aware of the damages of second hand smoke. Even today, some smokers just don't care about the damage they can do to others. Now we have a law that forbids smoking in cars if children are present. You'd think parents would care enough about their kids. No, some have to be threatened with fines to try and make them do the right thing.
No bites in the job search for hubby, so things are beyond tight. His EI should start in a couple of weeks.
Otherwise I've just been working and having fun with games.

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Importance of Getting Along.

This isn't from myself, but a friend. I just felt that it's really good and since I'm not famous or widely read, I'm sure I can borrow it from her. :)


So, what a week its been. Without going into all the gory details, suffice to say, its been one of "those" weeks.

What is it about some people that they just refuse to get along with others? And what exactly is wrong with getting along? Did I miss the memo that said getting along was old fashioned and outdated and we weren't going to go it anymore? Cause it sure feels like I may have.

Truth be told, I'm a "get along" kind of girl. In my defense, I just find it so much easier. Granted its true that I have run across people in my 40 plus years on this planet that I could of done without the pleasure of meeting but for the most part I just want everyone to get along. Its the Mother Hen in me. I've been like that since I was a kid. I always try to see the good in people no matter how deep I have to look to find it.

Some of my friends call it a character flaw. In my social circle we have one particular friend, who over the years, has been the biggest of screw ups. Stolen from some of us, left us hanging on commitments, borrowed money without repayment, just never quite got her act together. I especially, have let myself be taken advantage of time and time again. Because I truly believe in her. That by helping her just once more, maybe, just maybe, that once more will be the time all the pieces to her puzzle click into place and she will finally be the great person I've always known she is.

Do I have a big "S" tattooed to my forehead? Well maybe. But I know if she was to call me tomorrow (she's since moved back to Calgary to get herself out of the line of fire for awhile) I would be there willing to help.

Because I just want everyone to get along. I agree that you don't have to like everyone you encounter or work with, but you also don't have to go out of your way to make them miserable.

Cause what kind of a person does that? Are you so insecure about your place in the universe that you only feel good about yourself if you're trying to upset someone else? What exactly does that say about you as a person? Not too much I would think.

And I think your energy could be spent better elsewhere. The time it takes to plot and plan to make someone unhappy could be spent making yourself happier. So do that little something for yourself. You might be happy that you did.

Far as I can tell, the only perfect person died on the cross. The rest of us are just doing our best to get through every day the best way we know how. If someone is doing something that upsets you and effects you personally, definitely speak up. But if you're just being a "rhymes with hit" disturber, why bother?

Here's hoping this finds you getting along with the people in your world.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

How things have changed

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)


You could hardly see for all the snow,

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,





'Good Night, David.

Good Night, Chet.'



My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic
shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?
Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.





Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.



Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.




We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.




I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off.

Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.
Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.






To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.

How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes.

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA. AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T, SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED.
I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING!
Pass this to someone and remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

powerful! America the late great?

President Obama’s speech in Cairo last week generated an enormous amount of “buzz” in the print, television and online media. Yesterday Brigitte Gabriel shared her reactions in “An Open Letter to President Obama.”

Today, we thought we would share with you the biting analysis and sardonic wit of author and columnist Mark Steyn, published in the National Review Online.


June 6, 2009 7:00 AM

‘The Muslim World’
One-way multiculturalism.

By Mark Steyn

http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=M2JmNDJlYTBiMGY2MzNkZDg2ZWM4ZTYzNjVhODU3YmI=&w=MA

As recently as last summer, General Motors filing for bankruptcy would have been the biggest news story of the week. But it’s not such a very great step from the unthinkable to the inevitable, and by the time it actually happened the market barely noticed and the media were focused on the president’s “address to the Muslim world.” As it happens, these two stories are the same story: snapshots, at home and abroad, of the hyperpower in eclipse. It’s a long time since anyone touted GM as the emblematic brand of America — What’s good for GM is good for America, etc. In fact, it’s more emblematic than ever: Like General Motors, the U.S. government spends more than it makes, and has airily committed itself to ever more unsustainable levels of benefits. GM has about 95,000 workers but provides health benefits to a million people: It’s not a business enterprise, but a vast welfare plan with a tiny loss-making commercial sector. As GM goes, so goes America?

But who cares? Overseas, the coolest president in history was giving a speech. Or, as the official press release headlined it on the State Department website, “President Obama Speaks to the Muslim World from Cairo.”

Let’s pause right there: It’s interesting how easily the words “the Muslim world” roll off the tongues of liberal secular progressives who’d choke on any equivalent reference to “the Christian world.” When such hyper-alert policemen of the perimeter between church and state endorse the former but not the latter, they’re implicitly acknowledging that Islam is not merely a faith but a political project, too. There is an “Organization of the Islamic Conference,” which is already the largest single voting bloc at the U.N. and is still adding new members. Imagine if someone proposed an “Organization of the Christian Conference” that would hold summits attended by prime ministers and presidents, and vote as a bloc in transnational bodies. But, of course, there is no “Christian world”: Europe is largely post-Christian and, as President Obama bizarrely asserted to a European interviewer last week, America is “one of the largest Muslim countries in the world.” Perhaps we’re eligible for membership in the OIC.

I suppose the benign interpretation is that, as head of state of the last superpower, Obama is indulging in a little harmless condescension. In his Cairo speech, he congratulated Muslims on inventing algebra and quoted approvingly one of the less bloodcurdling sections of the Koran. As socio-historical scholarship goes, I found myself recalling that moment in the long twilight of the Habsburg Empire when Crown Prince Rudolph and his mistress were found dead at the royal hunting lodge at Mayerling — either a double suicide, or something even more sinister. Happily, in the Broadway musical version, instead of being found dead, the star-crossed lovers emigrate to America and settle down on a farm in Pennsylvania. Recently, my old comrade Stephen Fry gave an amusing lecture at the Royal Geographical Society in London on the popular Americanism “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade” — or, if something’s bitter and hard to swallow, add sugar and sell it. That’s what the president did with Islam: He added sugar and sold it.

The speech nevertheless impressed many conservatives, including Rich Lowry, my esteemed editor at National Review, “esteemed editor” being the sort of thing one says before booting the boss in the crotch. Rich thought that the president succeeded in his principal task: “Fundamentally, Obama's goal was to tell the Muslim world, ‘We respect and value you, your religion and your civilization, and only ask that you don’t hate us and murder us in return.’” But those terms are too narrow. You don’t have to murder a guy if he preemptively surrenders. And you don’t even have to hate him if you’re too busy despising him. The savvier Muslim potentates have no desire to be sitting in a smelly cave in the Hindu Kush sharing a latrine with a dozen halfwitted goatherds while plotting how to blow up the Empire State Building. Nevertheless, they share key goals with the cave dwellers — including the wish to expand the boundaries of “the Muslim world” and (as in the anti-blasphemy push at the U.N.) to place Islam, globally, beyond criticism. The non-terrorist advance of Islam is a significant challenge to western notions of liberty and pluralism.

Once Obama moved on from the more generalized Islamoschmoozing to the details, the subtext — the absence of American will — became explicit. He used the cover of multilateralism and moral equivalence to communicate, consistently, American weakness: “No single nation should pick and choose which nations hold nuclear weapons.” Perhaps by “no single nation” he means the “global community” should pick and choose, which means the U.N. Security Council, which means the Big Five, which means that Russia and China will pursue their own murky interests and that, in the absence of American leadership, Britain and France will reach their accommodations with a nuclear Iran, a nuclear North Korea, and any other psycho-state minded to join them.

On the other hand, a “single nation” certainly has the right to tell another nation anything it wants if that nation happens to be the Zionist Entity: As Hillary Clinton just instructed Israel re its West Bank communities, there has to be “a stop to settlements — not some settlements, not outposts, not natural-growth exceptions.” No “natural growth”? You mean, if you and the missus have a kid, you’ve got to talk gran’ma into moving out? To Tel Aviv, or Brooklyn, or wherever? At a stroke, the administration has endorsed “the Muslim world”’s view of those non-Muslims who happen to find themselves within what it regards as lands belonging to Islam: The Jewish and Christian communities are free to stand still or shrink, but not to grow. Would Obama be comfortable mandating “no natural growth” to Israel’s million-and-a-half Muslims? No. But the administration has embraced the “the Muslim world”’s commitment to one-way multiculturalism, whereby Islam expands in the west but Christianity and Judaism shrivel remorselessly in the Middle East.

And so it goes. Like General Motors, America is “too big to fail.” So it won’t, not immediately. It will linger on in a twilight existence sclerotic and ineffectual, declining unto a kind of societal dementia, unable to keep pace with what’s happening and with an ever more tenuous grip on its own past, but able on occasion to throw out impressive words albeit strung together without much meaning: empower, peace, justice, prosperity — just to take one windy gust from the president’s Cairo speech.

There’s better phrase-making in the current issue of Foreign Affairs, in a coinage of Leslie Gelb, president emeritus of the Committee on Foreign Relations. The president emeritus is a sober, judicious paragon of torpidly conventional wisdom. Nevertheless, musing on American decline, he writes, “The country's economy, infrastructure, public schools, and political system have been allowed to deteriorate. The result has been diminished economic strength, a less vital democracy, and a mediocrity of spirit.” That last is the one to watch: A great power can survive a lot of things, but not “a mediocrity of spirit.” A wealthy nation living on the accumulated cultural capital of a glorious past can dodge its rendezvous with fate, but only for a while. That sound you heard in Cairo is the tingy ping of a hollow superpower.