Tower Of Babel

Well, as this weekend just passed officially started my leave, I decided to take a break from the blogging over the last two days. In addition, my hits went down dramatically this week, and as weekend hits are usually low anyway, I stayed away until now.

Yup, it is early Monday morning and I am writing a post as I don’t have to get up for work tomorrow. Blood cleat, it feel irie! I do have a few errands to do tomorrow, but that will be at my leisure.

I have spent the greater part of this weekend just taking it easy. I watched a fair amount of National Geographic and Discovery Channel. (Yes, I know some of you may think I’m boring.) They did have some interesting shows on. That plus a couple of beers and VXs basically summed up this weekend.

Tonight, I was watching part of a show where this couple were out on a date. In all honesty, this dude was not scoring any brownie points with the girl. I mean, I may not be Mr. Relationship, but, if you want to make headway with a woman, one should tell her nice things about herself in order to make her think you really like her….nuh true? As we say here, “Man haffi drop lyrics!” Well, hear what this eediat told the girl……”You have small breasts. I like small breasts. You’ll age well!” I had to laugh and said to myself, “What a rass ididot. Him naw get nutten tonight!” (”What a friggin idiot. He isn’t getting any action tonight!”) Needless to say, he did not. The poor girl eventually became so pissed with him, that she left him at the restaurant and took a taxi home. I guess the best action he could have got that night was from his right hand. Pardon me if I seem to be behaving badly tonight…this post is being made under the influence of VX, so I the author, cannot be held responsible for the content of the writing…blame the Appleton.

That’s about all the crap I have to unload on you all tonight. Those of you who may read this post from that place called work……all I’ll say to you is, SUCKERS!!!!! Have a good Monday and to all of you Yanks, enjoy your 4th of July weekend when it comes. I will actually be gracing your shores with my presence. Anyone have any idea where they have good fireworks displays in Maryland??

I was surfing. I went to Da Goddess‘ blog, and I came across an interesting link. It was to One Word, a site that hosts an interesting little pastime. They give you one word. As soon as you get that word, the clock starts ticking. You are given 60 seconds to write whatever comes to your mind about the word you’ve been given.

I decided to let a friend of mine play the game. He was given the word “guard”, and this is what he wrote…

“a guard is someone who guards a place. he sometimes sleeps on his job and masterbates. I dont feel like playing this stupid game. Why am i sitting here. I was fo

As you can tell, he wasn’t really into it, but when he was finished, he started to read what other people who had played the game had written, and he became interested.

He pointed out after that of the things he read, about 10 percent were like him, they just “didn’t have a clue”. There was another 50 percent who just made up some little story which involved the word “guard”, while the remaining 40% were writing about guarding their emotions. He theorised that the people in the “guarding emotions” groups were troubled emotionally, sufficiently so that they associated the word guard with their hurt emotions and wrote about that. He felt that the people in the larger group who wrote stories were feeling OK emotionally and so they wrote something else… He felt that it’d make a neat psychology test!

What do you think?

I don’t know that I agree with all his conclusions, but I did agree that what they wrote was quite interesting… I also think that you’d find it interesting, so maybe you all should go and give it a whirl.

By the way, check this link out… Press the Teddy’s tummy, you’ll hear how I felt when I realised that those mofo auditors screwed me over the other day! Ohh, and while you’re at it, run your mouse over the “Click here for more funny games and e-cards” banner. Its a laugh!

Yes bredrens…..that magical day of the week when I live for the end of the clinic this afternoon. This one is even better as I’m going on leave this evening. I haven’t taken one single day since the start of this year, so indeed, the workhorse is tired.

I will spend the first few days here. And if I can work up a crew, Lime Cay sounds like an option this weekend…..I haven’t been there since the start of the year that I can remember, so my appetite for viewing shapely young ladies in sparse clothing while sipping some of my favourite brew and enjoying the smell of the salty surf and some fried fish is very high.

Yesterday, my colleagues who will be left to carry on the grind while I’m away, were saying they were going to tell Admin. to inform me this afternoon, that I can’t go again. My reply to them was….”Onoo lucky nuh rass….me naw deh yah!” (”You are all lucky….I won’t be here!”)

So, as I prepare for my last day at the hospital for a while and blog about it while eating half an apple, some grapes and whole wheat bread with salmon flavoured cream cheese, let me raise my glass of orange juice and say, Thank God it is rass Friday!!! To all those of you who have to wake up before the sun begins to even peep out on Monday, all I can say is, when I stumble out of bed late to get my morning cuppa tea, I will think of you all……suckers!!! Have a good weekend dudes and dudettes! This doc. will be on official leave in a matter of hours.

Well, let’s once again, beat this topic to death!!!

I was listening to CHUM F.M. - THE MORNING SHOW the other day and they were talking about the ways that men show their love as opposed to the way that women show theirs.

We all know, us ladies like the hugs and kisses, the flowers and cards. We are mostly all romantics. I have been married for 18+ years, so I have to admit that the holding hands thing is no longer a necessity for me, although I still like getting flowers and cards, and of course the hugs and kisses.

Men on the other hand, being from Mars, are very different to us females and definitely show their love in different and usually less noticable ways. (at least less noticable to the females in their lives.)

They were using Dr. Phil’s observation on the radio show. Dr. Phil says that what us women have to figure out is what is the most important thing to our men. Whether it be a sport, or the computer, a car, whatever and if our men are willing to share these things with us, it usually a declaration of devotion.

The male announcer on the radio then quipped up with “My dirty laundry is most important to me, so I share it with my wife.” Some women will take offence to such a frivilous comment, especially seeing as most of us view this as a serious topic of conversation. For myself, I found it highly amusing!

Just judging from Popsy, I’d have to agree with this point of view. Popsy is NOT a romantic - although he was more so inclined in his younger days. However, I know Popsy shows his love in many tiny - sometimes mysterious - ways.
Popsy could belong to Practial Joker’s anonymous! He says he just simply cannot help himself some times. If he likes you, any at all, he is going to play a practial joke on you. He must truly love me because over the years I have been the recipent for many, many practial jokes.

Although I am not an avid football fan, I know that when he invites me to watch football with him - it’s a sign of true love! On the other hand, he is tickled pink - or maybe that’s just his sunburn - if I sit with him after he has cut the grass while he cleans the lawn mower. Sometimes he brings me home a popcicle (icicle) because he knows I adore them. These little things are signs of love.

The whole point of the discussion on the radio was that, although we differ we have to learn to appreciate each others points of view, accepting that one man’s williness to share the gift of football viewing or (worse yet) golf watching, is truly a sign that they want to include us in their lives.

Now mind you, men should also try to remember, that while we enlightened women will try to appreciate they way of showing love, we still truly like our way, and we’ll appreciate the flowers and the cards and the affection as often as they are willing to show us these things.

So as you go about your day today, think of your significant other and try to show them you care in a way that they will appreciate.

Well, I think I have posted about cell phones more than once. Yes, I agree they are useful, but in certain situations, one really does not wish to hear them ring. In fact, it can be downright rude and very offputting for someone to flip out their phone and take a call at the top of their voice in some situations.

Well, I did a little surfing before hitting the sack tonight, and found this article. It proves that the damn things can get you into serious trouble. If you are ‘misbehaving’ shall we say, make sure your ‘cellie’ doesn’t dial home. The wrong person may just hear the moans and groans that might convict you of the crime.

Do you know anyone whose cell got them into ‘hot water?’ If so, feel free to share the incident….no name calling of course!

SARS, WEST NILE VIRUS, MONKEY POX…….

What is happening y’all? These are all fairly new viruses that have attacked our world recently. As you may remember myself and Kidlet # 3 were in quarantine because of SARS back in the latter part of May. With more and more stories about WEST NILE and MONKEY POX….(Monkey pox for God’s sake!
just the name alone is enough to scare anyone!!!) I have begun to think about how these LEAN, MEAN, HUMAN KILLING MACHINES could have come into being.

SARS and WEST NILE have had a big impact here in Canada. SARS seems to have originated in the exotic animals that are often partaken of in the Asian countries - or so goes one theory anyway. WEST NILE is carried from birds by mosquitoes to man (they never did have much good use did they, those pesky bugs!). MONKEY POX seems to be transmitted by Prairie Dogs….. Now you ask me, who in their right minds would have a Priarie Dog as a pet?!!! Who would want to touch a Priarie Dog?! I mean to say, that is like a ferret or shunk. Come to think of it, I do know someone who has descented skunks as pets!

Now here’s the theory according to Ciya . While I can see that these animals or pests have been the ones transmitting the various viruses, I believe that they are man- made. I believe that the terrorists/non-friendly countries/even perhaps our own governments designed these virus and implanted them in animals all over the world in an effort to spread the diseases without direct dire consequences to themselves.

If in fact, it was the ‘terrorists”, those vast, unseen sect, so what if a few of their own contract these diseases, we all know that they are most willing to die for their cause. We also know that most if not all governments are corrupt. This may have been “Research” gone asunder. Maybe this was in an effort to finally start World War III - it has been in the planning stage for some time I believe, and they did not count of Bush the Wuss’ fight to find the Weapons of Mass Distruction that cannot be found anywhere….I say look in Asia, Toronto and wherever the Monkey Pox originated. That’s where you’ll find these ever mysterious “Weapons of Mass Distruction” .

Just think about it!

Hi Y’all,

I have written a poem and I would like any constructive criticism for anyone who wishes to. Please be honest and not try not to hurt my feelings.

For Sixty-Five

We sit and we think
Of the time that we shared
Our joy and our laughter
Sadness and tears.

You helped give us life,
You nourished and cared
Your love now surrounds us
Through all of our fears.

The candles you lit
In your efforts to give
Your encouragement and strength
To the ones who now live.

Our hearts overflow
As we feel your presence near
Your arms ever enfolding
Lifting us to God’s care.

Your time with us seemed short
But you lived every moment
Smiling and comforting
Those who were caught
In life’s many, tumultuteous spheres.

We’ll love you forever
And keep your strength close
As we make our way
Through this world’s ebbs and flows.

As the sun shines down on us
On warm sunny days
Giving us hope with it’s happy glaze.
We’ll sit and we’ll think
Of the times that we shared
Our joys and our laughter
Even through the mists of our tears.

Ciya
written 24/06/03

Sorry to disappoint you visitors, but in the last few days I have been having great difficulty coming up with interesting posts. Blogging does have its low periods. Looking at news articles, other blogs etc, and still, I can’t find anything I consider worthy.

Anyway, two days and counting for my leave to become effective. It feels great! Let me go perform the bathroom routine before heading out. Hasta la vista. Have a great day.

Well, I am one happy camper today because today is payday! And, we are due retroactive pay people! I’m sure the Income Tax man is going to have a feast on me today! In addition to that, my leave becomes effective next week Monday, but I’m not on call this weekend, so on Friday evening when I drive out of the hospital, I shall not see its corridors or the clinic for another two weeks. Three days and counting bredrens! WIKID!!!!

I think that those of us who get stuck in this work affair (most people I know), look forward to leave because we need a break from the usual humdrum and monotony that getting up early to go out to work brings us. I will be here for a couple of days next week then I’m flying out to visit my sister Rufie and her hubby Marc Antony. I’m sure there will be some stories worth blogging about from the trip. Anyway, nothing in life comes before its time, so let me calm down.

I noticed that my previous post was scoffed at by most who came here! Comment dem well scarce! Anyway, is alright. Here I am again with renewed vitality (even though this is not any mega post IMHO). Maybe I just don’t have anything great to communicate. Whatever….I will see what later brings. Have a day filled with lots of irie vibes!

On Sunday, we had a large group of people here at my home to lunch. About six of them hung around until about 7:30 PM. Naturally, the liquor was flowing and the more that flowed, the ‘lighter’ and more ‘free spirited’ shall we say, the topics being discussed became. (One of my greatest pastimes is to listen to older folks chat shit when they are ‘unda two juice’ (drinking), especially about the ‘good old days’. It can be great fun.

Now the topic went from all sorts of stuff……swinging with women in younger days, the fact that some now need Viagra to perform like they did when they were in their twenties and thirties, and eventually, the topic went to firearms.

Now Daddy has been an avid fan of birdshooting since I was a child. It is not something that really gets me excited, but, he likes it and so do many of his friends. He started to relate the story about the day that he was held up many years ago. I remember it quite well.

He was at a friend’s house in Stony Hill one Saturday afternoon. They had just returned from a birshooting trip in the country (rural areas). Now, the shoot was poor as the birds were not flying, so they came back early.

Daddy and his friend were sitting on the back porch of the house, shooting the breeze and having a drink, when suddenly, three men appeared out of nowhere, two were weilding guns, and the third had a machete that Daddy claimed was ’sharp nuh rass!” They ordered them to lay down flat on the ground on their bellies. This they did. Daddy said he was scared, but tried to remain calm. His friend was not quite as composed.

Eventually they started to search them. Daddy said they took his wallet and emptied it. He told them they could take the money, but leave the cards and licences etc. You see, Daddy said he was trying to ‘level’ with them as he really did not want to get killed. He said that instantly, he saw his life and the faces of all his family come before him, it was indeed very frightening to be confronted with the possibility that your life may suddenly be taken away from you prematurely. They continued to search, eventually stumbling on the .38 that Daddy had in an ankle holster, but, because of the circumstances, he was unable to reach for it and use it in an attempt to defend himself and his friend.

They took Daddy’s gun. Again, Daddy tried to bargain with them, telling them that the gun was over thirty years old and really not very useful. The man who was now holding the end of the gun right at Daddy’s temple then replied, “Oh. Ah so. You waan me test out it blood claat??”

Actually, in retrospect, when we heard that we all started to laugh, though the situation was by no means funny. Anyway, eventually, they left and neither my Father or his friend were harmed. The Police recovered my Father’s gun about six months later. Because of a lot of red tape though, it took years for Daddy to get his firearm licence back. I remember the evening when he came home, it was one of the few times in my life that I can recollect my Father looking scared and relieved at the same time. He was very happy that his life was spared and so were we.

In retrospect, he looks back at that event and chuckles when he told the guy that the gun was a piece o shit, and at the guy’s response of him possibly testing it out.

Have any of you ever experienced adverse circumstances and been forced to say things that may help to get you out of the situation, however, looking back at it, though the scenario at the time was serious, you can get a laugh out of it now? (Rather long question eh?) If so, we will be happy to hear it, so go ahead and share. Or just share the situation, even if it is not funny. Comments are welcome as usual. Have a good day.