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I tell you, the inmates are running the asylum… again
Canadian television journalist Mike Duffy of CTV. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Stephen Harper, Canadian Prime Minister (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Canada has a Prime Minister named Stephen Harper. In case you misunderstand, I do not say that with any pride. But there he is. He has a chief of staff named Nigel Wright who it seems has more money than brains. We also have a Senator named Mike Duffy. Now Mike is a proven liar and crook who claimed more than $90,000.000 in expenses for a primary residence which was not, and apparently the government (dear dear Mr. Harper), said that if Mikey paid back the 90 grand ‘the government would go easy on him.)* CVT News.
When Mikey repaid the dough the ‘ government praised him for showing leadership. Now just what has all this proved?
*You can lie, cheat, and steal and as long as some other guy – no not ‘guy’ but the Chief of Staff pulls out his wallet and pays you will be lauded a hero. A fine specimen of a human being.
*One must wonder just what ethics Nigel used in accumulating his fortune.
*Young up-and-comers to the political scene have now learned honesty no longer exists -did it ever in politics? – just make sure you have the right friends with money and power.
Nigel Wright has taught us that money rinses of the stench of thievery and one must then wonder exactly what did Mikey have on old Nigel. Or perhaps old Nigel did it to ensure future favors. Such a circle. Such an insanity.
Now I must dash off to send my dear friend Nigel a letter. I do hope he remembers how close we once were because He could pay off my existing debt although since I did not accumulate it illegally he may not want to help. Damn. How can I make it look like a crime? Oh yeah – he is the crime.
BTW 2 other criminal senators are big time po’d that they couldn’t give Nigel what he wanted cause they have been left out to dry.
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A Sad Day in the Neighbourhood
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About a week ago, on May 6, 2013, Timothy Bosma 32 took 2 men out for a ride to test drive his truck he was selling.
He never returned. One ‘suspect’ Dellan Millard is in custody identified first by a unique “Ambition wrist tattoo.
Tim’s truck was found on Dellan’s mother’s property, his cell phone found, and sadly this morning Tim’s burned body was found on one of Dellan’s properties. The man who police report is remaining silent, no doubt feels his wealth will protect him, and in this very unjust life we live, it very well may.
Tim leaves behind a young wife and young child.
Now this is important - Tim was selling his truck on Kijiji. There is currently an advert by Kijiji running on TV that says ”’so and so sold his truck on Kijiji”’ and what a wonderful way to do it.
If you must sell anything, please take precautions.
Take a photo of potential customers and their licences and do not ever go with them.
Always have someone else with you when making direct contact.
It is preferable if you do not meet them at your home.
I have never sold anything on line yet so please do tell me of other safety measures I can follow.
It seems it wasn’t that long ago that someone on Craigs List lured men to his garage where he killed them. It isn’t always the buyer that can be dangerous.
By the way, Kijiji continues to run the ad.
Oh, and the lawyer for the accused says his client is 100% innocent.
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The Sheldon Board
big bang theory new season (Photo credit: Heavybm)
There are all kinds of boards; the mother board, the ironing board, the board of directors, shuffle board, leader board, but there is only one Sheldon board.
I have an addictive personality so I become enthralled, perhaps even obsessed with books, authors, movies and the odd television series. ‘The Big Bang Theory‘ has been an addiction for sometime, and I suppose it is somewhat pathetic that when my friends and I meet we always find some part of a long conversation dwelling on the antics of Penny, Amy Farrah Fowler, Bernadette, Howard, Leonard, Raj, and of course Sheldon. And, even worse we can -well I can- quote the script with great accuracy resulting in gales of laughter, not to mention the theme song, the best ever, by the BareNaked Ladies.
Some of my favorite scenes take place in the laundry room, where amongst great wit and humor we find Sheldon folding laundry as only the iconic obsessive compulsive can, complete with a board that ensures every item comes out in exact identical specifications.
And we find ourselves saying, ‘I want a board like that.’ I remember them as an item back in the sixties or seventies, but short of contacting Chuck Lorre directly we couldn’t find a single one. Until one day. The day. My sister who likes to peruse Dollar Stores came across one. I think in the end it had to cost her a fortune because she bought not just one for herself, but a dozen others for our group. It’s not blue like Sheldon’s but it does the job.
Perfect fold every time
Others in this house find their laundry missing for short periods of time. I have to do it since I do not have enough foldables to get fair use from this miracle. By the time said missing items are rediscovered they have all been obsessively folded. Just like Sheldon.
My sister lives in an apartment building with a laundry room and I drove her crazy each time I visited begging her to ‘let’s go to the laundry room and play Sheldon and Penny’ but she has a strong sense of propriety so she has declined. So far.
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Spummer
Hey It’s Spri..uh no ..it’s Summ..Nope since it is May it must be Sprummer!
We seem to have bypassed actual spring, which is much better than last year when we had a false early spring, and the buds all responded to warm temperatures just to be hit with more winter that killed off a huge percentage of our crops and flowers. I sadly mourned (I know how can one mourn unsadly?) the particular loss of our magnolias. So close to bloom then frozen and dead, never to recover, at least in that year.
So today I am happy to change that wintery header of mine to our beautiful magnolias – alive and just shouting life and color. It seemed to be a long long winter although it was not harsh. Perhaps due to the false spring. We felt cheated somehow.
It was fun to get the patio ready first with the power wash that cleansed the soul of grit and dirt as well as fences and patios.
Daddy teaching our future patio cleaner
He who took great pleasure in water, force and strength. Made him feel like the Hulk!
Now that’s the way to start the season!
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Creativity takes a swerve
I have been wonderfully busy these last few weeks – being creative that is – however none of it is writing. I have done a lot of thinking about writing and spent some time pondering if there are any new stories to tell. Of course there are. New twists and turns to entangle the mind of the reader in a web of intrigue and interest.
I have not come to any great conclusions because after all there might not be any great conclusions at least for my mind, in the here and now. So I took my focus elsewhere and the idea was to create something that required concentration and to complete the task (I am a great non completer).
We took walks
All of us
I began to knit – fancy dancey scarves like this
2 aran knit sweaters for the boys
a boy a bike and a spanking brand new sweater
Creativity thrives and now as I am almost finished the last sweater I will do for awhile (it is for a 95 year old friend – so I must not dally), it is time to think about words, stories, and adventures. Have a wonderful weekend all!
What kind of country are we when people rejoice that an old lady had a stroke and died?
I didn’t much like my country last week because I saw a side to it that was ugly and coarse and cruel. Maggie Thatcher wasn’t even cold before the tsunami of hatred crashed through the plaudits like a poison riptide. “The Witch is dead”, “Rot in Hell”, “Rejoice, Thatcher is dead” said the vile banners, even though many of those brandishing them weren’t even alive when Thatcher was in power.
There is truth. There are politics. And seldom do they meet. There is recognition of our shame. And seldom do we speak of it. Thank you to those who are brave enough to speak.
Rhythm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Rhythm
Ya Gotta Have Rhythm
I’ve been caught up in a few projects lately, setting goals which look good on paper or screen, and wondering why I am not getting all the things done I want to or need to accomplish. It seems that with the arrival of the vernal equinox there came a need to reflect, to assess, to plan. At the same time it seems the chain on my wheel of life slipped off the universal cog, and while I continue to function I am out of step.
I have come to the conclusion that reflection, for me at least, is not best in the long run. At least not when said reflection takes up the entire day. Day. After. Day. I pondered days of yore when I was organized, and enjoyed the thoughts so much that I returned to them again and again. Aren’t memories wonderful? One can be so selective in choosing them.
Then when I noticed I seemed to be out of sync I spent a great deal of time thinking about that. Wondrous thoughts like ‘I’m dancing as fast as I can’ came to mind, but really I wasn’t dancing, I was stumbling.
Now how can something like that happen to someone like me? Fleet of foot, well balanced, witty me?
It finally occurred to me that I was missing Rhythm. The Rhythm of getting up and getting started getting done. Of course then I had to ponder what Rhythm does for us. Aside from musical Rhythm which is obvious in its expression I considered the successful people I knew. What did they do differently? Was there a secret to their success? And the answer? Rhythm.
There are all kinds of Rhythm; some may remember the old fashioned birth control method, which didn’t work as often as it did work, then there is the toe tapping finger snapping feeling good kind, and then there is the very intrinsic, silent to the world but loud to the soul type.
This Rhythm gives us momentum as we dance across the floor of life. This Rhythm is life. It is energy.
I am not sure why I lost my Rhythm. Does it mean I am not doing something I should be doing? Is it Writer’s Block? Or is it Life’s Block? It is more than the inability to write anything worthwhile. I feel like it is a shadow I am chasing, just catching it in the corner of my eye and then disappearing.
I am not depressed or sad. I am my own enigma. A puzzle. The feeling is intriguing, and certainly entertaining.
I expect it will depart soon. One can only be entertained by such things for a while. I also expect that the secret to finding that particular kind of Rhythm is just in the doing.
Have you ever felt the same way?
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I Don’t Know What Parallel Universe I just stepped out of but…
Multiverse by Leo Villareal (Photo credit: cliff1066™)
Have you ever seen time do a wobbly thing in front of your eyes that you have passed over as je ne sais quoi? And kept on going as though you were in your right mind? Perhaps it was a small wrinkle in the space time continuum. I have also heard it, in less scientific terms as a brain fart. It’s like a glitch and lasts but a second but you are left somewhat perplexed.
Anyway I probably have had the best blogging weekend in ages starting with a very early morning post about Odds and Sods that ended up with my considerations on Bullying/Brutalizing and an argument about over protection and the consideration that if Adversity were needed to build strength, we might be facing a problem.
Then sad news of murder in Long Term Care and thoughts from my own experience in that particular arena sort of fell out my mind onto my screen and before your eyes.
Then I reblogged a post from my dear friend Pat Cegan our Source of Inspiration on Truth. It was soothing and wonderful.
Then I got caught up in the world of innocence and direct clear language of 5 yr olds so just had to post that. And then the bend in the time warp happened. I saw my stats clearly and posted that I was one hit from 30,000 views and I comment from 3000 comments.
For some reason I went back to check and yup you guessed it. I was wrong – in error- I must have been looking at an alterverse of me, because and yes this moment in time is the exact number:
VIEWS 29,129
COMMENTS 5,016
Jeesh short a few on views by about 800 and shorted my self on comments by about 2016.
Next time check Christine. And again Christine especially if a little of space time fabric does a little crease at your eye lever.
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Nothing too Urgent
But on this day, this very moment I am exactly 1 view from 30,000 and 1 comment from 3000. Not spectacular but jolly pleasing to me. Huh. You reading this could have just changed my numbers. Thank You!
