I had always hoped one day you would forgive me. Forgive me for shattering some of those dreams & aspirations of us. I never meant to hurt you.. but time & lives were all different then. They just were.
Im glad things have worked out the way they have. I love my life, and I hope you are happy living yours. Its obvious we were meant to be together.. because the thought of living the life you lead just seems so restraining to me. Its not where I would want to be.. well esp now that I have seen the other side (grass is always greener, isnt it). I love my freedom, my ability to pack up & go.. my desire to do what I want, with minimal limitations set forth on me... and its okay that we lead different lives. No one said this would be easy.
Its okay that you have a complete different scene that what I do. Its okay that I enjoy my time, being selfish, running around all hours of the day... well into the evening. And, its okay, that you have the more settled family life. I just wish you werent so unhappy. I can hear it in your voice... your miserable. And for that, I am really sorry that you must live each day in some sort of agony of your choices. I have regret & sorrow for you that you havent learned how to be strong enough to stand up and do what is right for you... to take charge of your life... to make sure that you are happy, rather than what makes others happy... I was hoping you may have learned that by now... but no.
I only wish for you happiness.. in whatever form & way you may want. Because really, we should all be able to say that we lived our lives how we wanted too....and in a way which makes us feel whole.
- InALittleMinute
- I am a girl/woman/human who has random thoughts. Sometimes you can find me here rambling, other times i might have useful stuff to say. For the most part, my friends and family can see what I might be up to in the days events. Or, for sake of sakes, its all made up... only i know.. and MAYBE a select few of you! Either way~ I am an American living in Australia. Oh, and any photo you see on this blog IS NOT FOR YOUR USE. If I have taken the photo myself or have permission to use it, YOU CAN NOT USE IT FOR YOURSELF. So be warned... and just dont use my damn photos.
Monday, June 06, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Getting Older
There is a particular lady in my vicinity that lives in an "aged care facility". She is usually seen hanging around the shopping complex nearby where we live. Her attire is always intriguing - polka dots mixed with stripes, bold colors, layers upon layers of clothing... a bit eccentric lets say. Adding to the array of fashion disasters, is her bold red lipstick which is placed about 2 inches around her lip outline. She definitely stands out.
Her name is Elizabeth, and most people know OF her. She is usually sitting on the bench, asking someone if they could spare a stamp, or if she sizes you up correctly, asking you if you could spare a smoke for her. Shes harmless, and seems to enjoy her moments in life.
Not too many people stop and say hello, due to her 'colorful' clothes, or the fact that random stranger sitting there seems harmless.. but most dont give her the time of day. But, everyone is aware of Elizabeth - they know her name, and where she lives, and everyone knows shes going to ask you to spare something.
I always say "hello Elizabeth" as to which the standard reply, "do you have a spare smoke ( or stamp)?" I usually tell her no, but somedays I do give her a smoke... probably out of just being nice, or guilt, or that I feel a bit sorry for her. Im not sure which really.
The other day, after seeing her for many days in a row, I said, "hello Elizabeth" and she responded with, 'I'm sorry, I have forgotten your name, do I know you?" I told her my name, and that I live in the area, and she acknowledged me, and we began chatting.
She told me how when she was 12 her sister & parents moved from England to come to Australia. They guaranteed her dad would have a job when he arrived off the boat. They set sail for a promise of a new job, and new beginnings. You can imagine the turmoil when there wasnt any jobs for her dad after arriving in Australia. Eventually, he took a job 'with an American company' she tells me 'NCR, you know, National Cash Register' which of course I did know (being American and all!). She proceeded to tell me snippits of her life and it was nice to hear her revel in some memories. Some good, some not so good. She asked a little bit about me, my family, and was curious as to why I didnt have any children (she has none either).
After about an hour, I had to leave to get on my stuff, and she had to leave to make it back to the aged care facility for dinner. She asked me if I could spare a smoke (I know.. imagine that!) and I asked if she was allowed to smoke.. she said yes.. to which I responded, well, if you arent, you didnt get them from me Elizabeth.." She giggled, as if she was the 12 year old girl she was only reminiscing about earlier to me. I handed her a few smokes, said goodbye, and off we went, each to our own lives.
It was neat to share for a moment with someone, almost a stranger, and yet such a familiar face. To make someones day by chatting away, asking how they were.... I guess I didnt realize how much it would make my day as well.
Her name is Elizabeth, and most people know OF her. She is usually sitting on the bench, asking someone if they could spare a stamp, or if she sizes you up correctly, asking you if you could spare a smoke for her. Shes harmless, and seems to enjoy her moments in life.
Not too many people stop and say hello, due to her 'colorful' clothes, or the fact that random stranger sitting there seems harmless.. but most dont give her the time of day. But, everyone is aware of Elizabeth - they know her name, and where she lives, and everyone knows shes going to ask you to spare something.
I always say "hello Elizabeth" as to which the standard reply, "do you have a spare smoke ( or stamp)?" I usually tell her no, but somedays I do give her a smoke... probably out of just being nice, or guilt, or that I feel a bit sorry for her. Im not sure which really.
The other day, after seeing her for many days in a row, I said, "hello Elizabeth" and she responded with, 'I'm sorry, I have forgotten your name, do I know you?" I told her my name, and that I live in the area, and she acknowledged me, and we began chatting.
She told me how when she was 12 her sister & parents moved from England to come to Australia. They guaranteed her dad would have a job when he arrived off the boat. They set sail for a promise of a new job, and new beginnings. You can imagine the turmoil when there wasnt any jobs for her dad after arriving in Australia. Eventually, he took a job 'with an American company' she tells me 'NCR, you know, National Cash Register' which of course I did know (being American and all!). She proceeded to tell me snippits of her life and it was nice to hear her revel in some memories. Some good, some not so good. She asked a little bit about me, my family, and was curious as to why I didnt have any children (she has none either).
After about an hour, I had to leave to get on my stuff, and she had to leave to make it back to the aged care facility for dinner. She asked me if I could spare a smoke (I know.. imagine that!) and I asked if she was allowed to smoke.. she said yes.. to which I responded, well, if you arent, you didnt get them from me Elizabeth.." She giggled, as if she was the 12 year old girl she was only reminiscing about earlier to me. I handed her a few smokes, said goodbye, and off we went, each to our own lives.
It was neat to share for a moment with someone, almost a stranger, and yet such a familiar face. To make someones day by chatting away, asking how they were.... I guess I didnt realize how much it would make my day as well.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thirty. 30 . ten times 3
A friend turned 30 yesterday. And, with all my years of experience ... I told her that the best advice I could give her was something along the lines of:
When your in your 20s people expect you to make mistakes. They forgive you. People believe that you are in the stages of your life that you are still learning from your lessons, and still able to have a bit of fun.
When your in your 30s... well, people expect you to stand up for the person that you have become. They will become to know the real you. Your morals, ideals, etc. And, if you want to be the person who is shy & stands below all and not speak your mind.. .this is the time to do it... you are setting in motion the rest of your life. However, if you are a person who wants to speak what they say, stand up for oneself & others, then you must, as people will come to expect you to react & act in a certain way from here on out... depending how you are in your 30s.
This is the time to shine. This is the time to make your life happen. To enjoy the roses along the way, to have the fun & good times (with more smarts than previously! HAHA) and to sculpt your life & world to your desires.
So, that was my advice to her. What advice would you give her?
When your in your 20s people expect you to make mistakes. They forgive you. People believe that you are in the stages of your life that you are still learning from your lessons, and still able to have a bit of fun.
When your in your 30s... well, people expect you to stand up for the person that you have become. They will become to know the real you. Your morals, ideals, etc. And, if you want to be the person who is shy & stands below all and not speak your mind.. .this is the time to do it... you are setting in motion the rest of your life. However, if you are a person who wants to speak what they say, stand up for oneself & others, then you must, as people will come to expect you to react & act in a certain way from here on out... depending how you are in your 30s.
This is the time to shine. This is the time to make your life happen. To enjoy the roses along the way, to have the fun & good times (with more smarts than previously! HAHA) and to sculpt your life & world to your desires.
So, that was my advice to her. What advice would you give her?
Sunday, May 01, 2011
My first blogger award!
Check it out: http://foodmazaa.blogspot.com/
Hurry up to wait
I have made plans to head back home for a few short weeks in the MN summer. Im anxious, excited, ready to shop, dreading certian things, thrilled to catch up with some, cringing that I have to catch up with other, and hoping and praying that I can keep my tact enough in tact to not say anything stooopid to particular people.
The thrill of seeing some of my family & friends is overwhelming. To hold them and hug them again is going to be great. And to hear their stories, and chat like we just saw each other yesterday is the love of the familiar and comfy-ness that I so love. To kick back and actually spend time with them. To hear them laugh, cry, giggle, and just BE. To get ready to venture out for a night on the town, get all dalled up, and have a great time... just like the old days (without most of the shit).
Then sets in the achy-ness of knowing that there are going to be those moments with some people where I will have the urge to want to back hand them. I know its wrong, but sometimes I just cant handle the mundane and ignorant parts of it all. And, I SHOULD really be nice... and then I think.. honey, Im only here for a little over 2 weeks, do you really think I care that _______ happened, or that you have ____________ to your _________________? No. But thanks, glad I spent all that money & time & MY HOLIDAY to come here to listen to your shit forever, all while you ask me NOTHING about me. Yeah, good times people. Good freaking times.
But, its what you do. Right? You have certain people high on the list, certain people low on the list.
Theres also this part of me that just wants to play up a bit.... I mean Im back home, in my environment and yet such a stranger to everything that I once knew as normal. I can walk into my old life, play up, met with certain friends, and then walk away from it again - tuck it in a bag until my next trip home.... all my own little secrets for just me.
Then there is the shopping, the outlet stores, the cheap yet gorgeous clothes. Oh, how I love to go shopping there... and yet I hate doing it here.
So much fun & adventures to be had. And, yet, the time isnt here yet, and already I feel as if Im not going to be able to do everything I want, see everyone I want.. etc.
Maybe so much of this stems from the fact that there are just certain people who cant be pleased, and I know that Im going to disappoint them. I need to get over that.
Also, its the first time going back home as a Permanent Resident here. Which means, that Im legally, forever, entitled to come back HERE ..... which means that I dont nec have to look as THAT home as the 'what if' option anymore.
Ah who knows. Maybe Ive just had too much Vitamin C this evening. Yeah we will go with that.
The thrill of seeing some of my family & friends is overwhelming. To hold them and hug them again is going to be great. And to hear their stories, and chat like we just saw each other yesterday is the love of the familiar and comfy-ness that I so love. To kick back and actually spend time with them. To hear them laugh, cry, giggle, and just BE. To get ready to venture out for a night on the town, get all dalled up, and have a great time... just like the old days (without most of the shit).
Then sets in the achy-ness of knowing that there are going to be those moments with some people where I will have the urge to want to back hand them. I know its wrong, but sometimes I just cant handle the mundane and ignorant parts of it all. And, I SHOULD really be nice... and then I think.. honey, Im only here for a little over 2 weeks, do you really think I care that _______ happened, or that you have ____________ to your _________________? No. But thanks, glad I spent all that money & time & MY HOLIDAY to come here to listen to your shit forever, all while you ask me NOTHING about me. Yeah, good times people. Good freaking times.
But, its what you do. Right? You have certain people high on the list, certain people low on the list.
Theres also this part of me that just wants to play up a bit.... I mean Im back home, in my environment and yet such a stranger to everything that I once knew as normal. I can walk into my old life, play up, met with certain friends, and then walk away from it again - tuck it in a bag until my next trip home.... all my own little secrets for just me.
Then there is the shopping, the outlet stores, the cheap yet gorgeous clothes. Oh, how I love to go shopping there... and yet I hate doing it here.
So much fun & adventures to be had. And, yet, the time isnt here yet, and already I feel as if Im not going to be able to do everything I want, see everyone I want.. etc.
Maybe so much of this stems from the fact that there are just certain people who cant be pleased, and I know that Im going to disappoint them. I need to get over that.
Also, its the first time going back home as a Permanent Resident here. Which means, that Im legally, forever, entitled to come back HERE ..... which means that I dont nec have to look as THAT home as the 'what if' option anymore.
Ah who knows. Maybe Ive just had too much Vitamin C this evening. Yeah we will go with that.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Now there's an idea!
Wow.. someone finally comes out and tells us how it is and should be! I love it! No more ignorance, no more stooooopidity, no more of this shit! Hooray! I absolutely LOVE this poster!
Monday, April 18, 2011
opps
so i was supp to be here, and writing to all of you in blog world (all 5 of you that regularly read).. adn I just lost my blog enthusiasm~ maybe because suddenly a large amount of blogs that I normally read or wander thru have turned into some sort of babies thing... nothing against kids or little babies.. but to hear about someone lactating or oozing out creme like substance from their navel... its not for me. To top it off, I was saddened that somewhere along the line goes another one... you know.. cuz they have kids now, they will be hanging with the kids sections..... and the blogs will become kids only, and kid friendly, and other mothers will be on there, and kids photos will now be precedent... you get the idea.
Then ... you know when friends say "when I start dating, I will never be one of those friends who goes and abandons all their friends for a guy." Its happened. Again. And it makes me cringe that its happening. Nothing you can do.... just sit back and watch your friend be whisked away.. Im not jealous, serious. But when every waking moment is inundated with HIM... and the only time said friend is available is when HE is working or hanging with the boys or visiting his parents for the weekend... suddenly, your on the list of 'see-ables'. Shits me. And to be honest, Im contemplating the idea of ditching the friend all together. Ive had enough of this shit.
Actually, Ive had enough of most of the shit. Im tired of peoples crap.... Over It Honey. So there you go, thats why I havent written. Give me a few more days... I will be back in action... just waiting for life to play this game with me, rather than against me.
Then ... you know when friends say "when I start dating, I will never be one of those friends who goes and abandons all their friends for a guy." Its happened. Again. And it makes me cringe that its happening. Nothing you can do.... just sit back and watch your friend be whisked away.. Im not jealous, serious. But when every waking moment is inundated with HIM... and the only time said friend is available is when HE is working or hanging with the boys or visiting his parents for the weekend... suddenly, your on the list of 'see-ables'. Shits me. And to be honest, Im contemplating the idea of ditching the friend all together. Ive had enough of this shit.
Actually, Ive had enough of most of the shit. Im tired of peoples crap.... Over It Honey. So there you go, thats why I havent written. Give me a few more days... I will be back in action... just waiting for life to play this game with me, rather than against me.
Friday, April 08, 2011
Hairy Toes
As a female, I hate looking down at peoples feet and seeing hair on their toes... everyone.. but ESPECIALLY women. Its gross. Even if its blonde hair, you can see the hair bush blowing in the wind.. ewww. Ick. Nasty. Not acceptable people. Ever.
I shave my toes just to make sure Im not in that ewww Ick Nasty Not acceptable phase... in fact, if I had to pick just one of the next tasks before heading out in public with my feet showing (ex: wearing thongs/sandals) I woul rather have clean shaven toes before toe nail polish. Simply, no matter how pretty your toenails are painted, if you have the hairy toe monster showing, its gross ~ ewwww Ick Nasty Not acceptable!
Anyway, I woke up this morning in sheer panic. I had a dream that I had long toe hair. First thing I did this morning while having a coffee was to inspect my toes and make sure they were hair free.
Whew! Good to know it was only a nightmare and not a case of real life incidents~! Dont forget to shave people... no one likes to braid your toes.
I shave my toes just to make sure Im not in that ewww Ick Nasty Not acceptable phase... in fact, if I had to pick just one of the next tasks before heading out in public with my feet showing (ex: wearing thongs/sandals) I woul rather have clean shaven toes before toe nail polish. Simply, no matter how pretty your toenails are painted, if you have the hairy toe monster showing, its gross ~ ewwww Ick Nasty Not acceptable!
Anyway, I woke up this morning in sheer panic. I had a dream that I had long toe hair. First thing I did this morning while having a coffee was to inspect my toes and make sure they were hair free.
Whew! Good to know it was only a nightmare and not a case of real life incidents~! Dont forget to shave people... no one likes to braid your toes.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
The Weekend
The weekend is slowly... SLOWLY approaching! And Im highly looking forward to it. Not much planned, actually nothing is in concrete. Im hoping its kind of the weekend where I can just do as I wish or not do as Im expected, more to the point.
I have a few possibilities of working... as in my new business which Im hoping will take off and be very profitable. But, like anything, I go gung-ho into it, and so want it to work.. the passion takes over.... and Im looking forward to a successful business, but it takes work, and hard work.. lots of effort. And after working all week, and then trying to things during the 'down time' in the evenings, and then bits here and there on the weekend... and it has to be done. Nothing successful was ever gained & retained by it just lumping itself in your lap.
My ideal plans for the weekend, might include going ice skating before they close up the rink and return it to its normal roller skate arena.. and I think I might rent the entire season 1 & 2 of Big Bang Theory and lock everyone out for the weekend. In between moping, laundry, etc....
Whats your plans for the weekend? Are you filled to the max with appointments, schedules, running here & there or are you going to rejuvenate a bit and chill out like me?
I have a few possibilities of working... as in my new business which Im hoping will take off and be very profitable. But, like anything, I go gung-ho into it, and so want it to work.. the passion takes over.... and Im looking forward to a successful business, but it takes work, and hard work.. lots of effort. And after working all week, and then trying to things during the 'down time' in the evenings, and then bits here and there on the weekend... and it has to be done. Nothing successful was ever gained & retained by it just lumping itself in your lap.
My ideal plans for the weekend, might include going ice skating before they close up the rink and return it to its normal roller skate arena.. and I think I might rent the entire season 1 & 2 of Big Bang Theory and lock everyone out for the weekend. In between moping, laundry, etc....
Whats your plans for the weekend? Are you filled to the max with appointments, schedules, running here & there or are you going to rejuvenate a bit and chill out like me?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Oh my
I dont eat broccoli. Just not my thing. And, now I know why... did you know it gives you gas? And not quiet little farts either...
Next time I pass on the broccoli on my pizza, along with the mushrooms too.
Next time I pass on the broccoli on my pizza, along with the mushrooms too.
Ewww. Gross
I live in an area where my neighbors & I are very close. Sometimes you can hear all sorts of things you would rather not. Then again, my neighborhood is also very quiet... after 7 pm you swear you were in a morgue arena... not a sound to be heard, except for the rare occasion.
BUT
There is something so foul & disgusting to me to hear my neighbor walk out of his house in the morning, into his courtyard (oh by the way, these are the neighbors that bang the doors, scream, .... and then have a go at anyone who makes a sneeze)... so he walks into his courtyard, and clips his toenails. Do you know how disgusting it is to have your morning coffee and listen to someone clip thier toenails? It makes me wonder, does he just leave them outside? If he takes them in, why would he not just clip his toenails inside?
Ick.
BUT
There is something so foul & disgusting to me to hear my neighbor walk out of his house in the morning, into his courtyard (oh by the way, these are the neighbors that bang the doors, scream, .... and then have a go at anyone who makes a sneeze)... so he walks into his courtyard, and clips his toenails. Do you know how disgusting it is to have your morning coffee and listen to someone clip thier toenails? It makes me wonder, does he just leave them outside? If he takes them in, why would he not just clip his toenails inside?
Ick.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
communication breakdown
Ya'll know that song right? Communication Breakdown.... by Led Zepplin? Well, that seems to be my last few days...it somewhat seems, that no matter who it is, either Im not communicating properly, or Im misunderstanding... and lets just say, not a good situation when 'just getting to know someone new'.... so we ended up having a 'non argument' according to him... and I spent the rest of the conversation trying to not dig my hole any deeper. Then it just continued... at work, at home, with everyone....
fuck my head hurts.... and Im REALLY not sure if its me or everyone else? Seriously.
fuck my head hurts.... and Im REALLY not sure if its me or everyone else? Seriously.
Monday, February 28, 2011
who wants to come for dinner?
It feels like Im running here, skipping there, and trying to sit my ass still for a moment isnt working. So.. this weekend hopefully looks to be calm... yeah right.
Doesnt it shit you when your friends do some really stupid shit... and all you can do is just shake your head?
Or, you know those moments at work when you give some business advice (being the only one with ANY experience or knowledge) and no one wants to listen.... doesnt that just erk ya? Oh well, its like slowly watchin an ant run into the ant killer on the cardboard tear off isnt it?
Well, apologies for being slack in my blog. I just dont have the oompf at the moment. And, Im not really in one spot either, so tis been a bit difficult. ..... but the beginning of the month is near, and new beginnings are always good.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Winters Bone
OMG.. what a fantastic movie. Previously having read the book, I was very excited to see what the movie would present itself as. I was amazed at how 'true to the book' it was.
Definitely, if you see one movie, this year, THIS IS THE ONE. Its gritty look at life, the realism of peoples faces, and the lack of Hollywood insprired plots & designs captivates every emotion in your body.
You can not help but fall into this movie.
Definitely, if you see one movie, this year, THIS IS THE ONE. Its gritty look at life, the realism of peoples faces, and the lack of Hollywood insprired plots & designs captivates every emotion in your body.
You can not help but fall into this movie.
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Wouldnt you know it?
My cat eats anything I eat. Even butter. Strange, I know. But, thats how all my cats have been... well not the butter part, but eating whatever I may eat. Back in the day, when Fudge-sicles were my favorite... my beloved Tabby use to like his own ... yep.. his OWN.
Now, Little Miss likes to eat Spam... you know that stuff that 50% of the world hate, but if your from MN, you eat it.. cuz you grew up with it.. and its such a versatile 'meat' product that when on a tight budget, you can make SO many meals to it... yep... Spam.
Well, I didnt realize I have to share it.. but I do.. with my precious Little Miss. Gotta love her. At least, her breath doesnt smell of tuna (at the moment anyway).
Now, Little Miss likes to eat Spam... you know that stuff that 50% of the world hate, but if your from MN, you eat it.. cuz you grew up with it.. and its such a versatile 'meat' product that when on a tight budget, you can make SO many meals to it... yep... Spam.
Well, I didnt realize I have to share it.. but I do.. with my precious Little Miss. Gotta love her. At least, her breath doesnt smell of tuna (at the moment anyway).
Monday, January 31, 2011
You frustrate Me
I want to scream at you because your frustrating me to no end. You make all these excuses and then I am supp to deal with it. You have become a person for whom I can not pity... it just seems so hypocritical of all things you once used to say. You need to find something better to do with your time.
What would you think if I used all your excuses? What would you think if I told you all these things? Oh wait, I have.... and then you tell me your sorry.. .and then 3 weeks later.. your back to your same shit.
Fuck you. Fuck off.
I dont need it. I dont want it. And, its unfair.. .yes... UNFAIR what you are doing and how you are acting.
Fuck you . Fuck.... .OFF.
What would you think if I used all your excuses? What would you think if I told you all these things? Oh wait, I have.... and then you tell me your sorry.. .and then 3 weeks later.. your back to your same shit.
Fuck you. Fuck off.
I dont need it. I dont want it. And, its unfair.. .yes... UNFAIR what you are doing and how you are acting.
Fuck you . Fuck.... .OFF.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Fuel Gauge Running Low
Oh, what's a girl to do..... looking very forward to having a few days of quiet 'me' time ... with the Cat. My poor Little Miss just looks at me and thinks.. 'who the hell are you" yesterday I saw here for a total of 35 minutes and that includes the time I came home from work, switched clothes and headed out the door again.... and then back in... to go to bed. Im so looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Hooray. Its saturday tomorrow... oh what a lovely ring that has to it.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Quickie
Have you missed me? I certainly have missed you. But, this one post will be rather quick. Have you heard of the floods in Australia? Well, thats been my life the last week. Luckily, my area is not as affected as others... we had road closures, possibility of being evacuated, etc... but there are other areas to the north & south of me which have been greatly damaged.. lives lost, homes vanished... terrible.
So, I have been preoccupied with life really. Thats my excuse. I have been glued to the TV seeing what updates we are getting, as well as cleaning drains, pushing back water, attending to a leaky ceiling, and gathering up a box of supplies to be sent north to those affected by the floods.
And, in these times, I am reminded of ignorance of others. People on FB are posting that the government isnt doing enough... they are whinging that Australia gave $ to Country X, Country Y.. etc.. and where is our help. HELLO IDIOT... you cant just come up with a dollar figure 4 days into the floods and expect everyone to give. You need to follow a procedure, a protocol... and action plan. And, if you had ANY ounce of sense you would realize that providing helicopters to fly people off their roofs, drop off food to stranded people, etc costs money.. as well as getting in necessary people to establish shelters and emergency points. But no, you dont think like that... do you. I would rather that pencil pusher for the govt be busy finding ways to get emergency assistance here NOW and then push numbers a bit later... and thats what they are doing. I have no time for those that expect a hand out from me & you.... while they sit on their ass... chances are these people arent helping any one in need at the moment... except for themselves... and thats fine.. hopefully Darwinism kicks in at some point.
I think the govt and the people are doing a wonderful task.. people are helping wherever they can (except for the ignoramus' of the world). If you want more info on the floods... check out these sites:
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/
http://www.couriermail.com.au/
http://www.gympietimes.com.au/
http://www.theage.com.au/
google any of these keywords: Ipswich, Toowoomba, Gladstone, Brisbane river, Sunshine Coast... and add the word flooding to it.
Please keep everyone in your thoughts... there are so many lives affected at the moment....
So, I have been preoccupied with life really. Thats my excuse. I have been glued to the TV seeing what updates we are getting, as well as cleaning drains, pushing back water, attending to a leaky ceiling, and gathering up a box of supplies to be sent north to those affected by the floods.
And, in these times, I am reminded of ignorance of others. People on FB are posting that the government isnt doing enough... they are whinging that Australia gave $ to Country X, Country Y.. etc.. and where is our help. HELLO IDIOT... you cant just come up with a dollar figure 4 days into the floods and expect everyone to give. You need to follow a procedure, a protocol... and action plan. And, if you had ANY ounce of sense you would realize that providing helicopters to fly people off their roofs, drop off food to stranded people, etc costs money.. as well as getting in necessary people to establish shelters and emergency points. But no, you dont think like that... do you. I would rather that pencil pusher for the govt be busy finding ways to get emergency assistance here NOW and then push numbers a bit later... and thats what they are doing. I have no time for those that expect a hand out from me & you.... while they sit on their ass... chances are these people arent helping any one in need at the moment... except for themselves... and thats fine.. hopefully Darwinism kicks in at some point.
I think the govt and the people are doing a wonderful task.. people are helping wherever they can (except for the ignoramus' of the world). If you want more info on the floods... check out these sites:
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/
http://www.couriermail.com.au/
http://www.gympietimes.com.au/
http://www.theage.com.au/
google any of these keywords: Ipswich, Toowoomba, Gladstone, Brisbane river, Sunshine Coast... and add the word flooding to it.
Please keep everyone in your thoughts... there are so many lives affected at the moment....
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
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quickie. i have had to delete a post... somehow a post about my internet dating keeps getting all sorts of attention from a few odd places... especially the escort services.... ewwwww.
so delete. delete. delete.
back soon... i have a friend from the states visiting.. no time for the computer!
so delete. delete. delete.
back soon... i have a friend from the states visiting.. no time for the computer!
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