The insufferable people who think you should agree with them…

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Ever notice that there are people out there who feel they can voice whatever opinion pops into their head but if you voice an opinion that runs counter to theirs instead of stepping back and considering the view point they brow beat you to get you on side?

This comes up quite frequently in hot topics…because apparently we as adults can’t seem to be adults. Be it religion or politics, sex or marriage rights, no one seems to be able to have a polite conversation, it always resorts to name calling…and folks the minute you drop the F word, or call someone a moron you have lost all credence in anything you say.

Not everyone is going to share your view point; deal with it.

 

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Running…

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Ever feel like the proverbially hamster on a wheel?

Me too…

running…running…but not really getting anywhere…

I had thought I had my Mojo back…but I have lost it again…

Too many people trying to dictate what I should be doing, and what I should be focusing on…

So for all of you doing this…

STOP

 

 

Long Days R’ Us…

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That is what I should have over my door…

And yet…if the days are long…why do they pass so fast??? One of my BFF’s out in Ontario sent me a email at the beginning of November, and I responded, and she responded back…and then…I didn’t respond again until today…WTH?

My days have felt like they are a 100 years long and yet they have passed so quickly I am hard pressed to tell you exactly what I accomplished.

 

Get out and Vote

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We go to the polls on Monday (if you haven’t already voted at the advanced polls)

Every election I see the same thing on social media…is there any point to me going out to vote…?

to that I say this…

Get out and Vote…

Vote for those who fought (and still fight) for that freedom…

Vote for those who died to protect that freedom…

Vote for those who fought and the ones who died to get us that freedom (ladies I am looking at you…women didn’t always have a right to vote…they weren’t called suffragettes for nothing…)

Vote for those who have yet to have that freedom…

Vote to show the generations behind us that its important…

If the campaigners don’t come to your door…so what? We live in a digital age with information at our finger tips…you want to know…go and find it. You don’t have to eat and breathe politics, but you can be informed on what is actually going on in your city both the good and the bad.

Vote because YOU could be the deciding factor…

It’s no one’s business who you vote for and how you decided to vote for them…

All that counts…is this…

GET OUT AND VOTE!

 

 

Balls…Sometimes there is something so good about Good-Bye…and it is the easiest thing to say…

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Had a disagreement with a dear friend…

Well she disagreed with me at any rate…

All over a courtesy email regarding a 25 year old tin of seeds…

I thought she overacted…because she did…the whole situation had absolutely nothing to do with her…and yet she went completely off the reservation…

She had been a complete nasty bitch…

And I told her that…

It was a tin of seeds that were so old they were probably no longer viable…

And yet apparently a great injustice had happened, a great affront to parties (who she avoids) had been perpetrated, by someone she had a falling out with (not me…at this point…)

It was grab your torches and pitchforks time…justified by passages in the Bible, which she was quite clear in pointing out. She does that a lot, contorts the Bible as an excuse to be a bitch. She does conveniently forget the areas of the Bible that directly contradicts her actions.

So during this freak-out, I also informed her I could no longer consul her on her traumatic past – a properly certified therapist would be the better option – nor could I continue to give advice on her marriage – because I am not married – and nor could I give advise on her child – because I don’t have any – so I have very  little I can contribute to that.

She came back with – Is that how you really feel? You devalue yourself that much?

This immediately got my backup; I was like who the hell are you?

I did respond in that my lack of experience in these matters does not mean I devalue myself.

She also accused me of kicking a dog when it’s down (meaning her). Only in her own mind was she a victim in this sense.

She then decided to change email addresses and sent a message saying if I wanted the new one then I needed to ask for it…even as her ‘best friend’ I still have to jump through hopes to prove my worthiness…I haven’t asked for it…and I never will…I don’t want it.

This whole thing…

It got me thinking of our friendship…

She’s dangerous…

Manipulative and Conniving…

Dressed up as a hippy dippy silly girl…

It was small things at first…eating my food, but not sharing hers. Not paying for anything outside her needs in the apartment we shared, so I was the one buying toilet paper, dish soap, cleaning supplies, etc. She used it all, but never bought it, Same with any freebies I got from work, one night even eating an entire baguette to herself.  She once consumed the entire contents of a hot chocolate container in a week (I had only one cup); and then would make comments about how wouldn’t it be nice if we had more – didn’t go out to replace it mind you; her with her $20/hr job; nope she expected me to go pay for it on my $8/hr minimum wage job. Bread and Milk, she used…never replaced. Then had the audacity to comment on how she would get mad when she’d go to use something and I had used the last of it. Umm…no…I never used the last of anything you bought, I always made sure there was at least a serving and a half of anything that you rarely contributed to the household…maybe pay attention to what you are using…stupid woman. Then it went to using my computer to work online and stuff because she had deleted all usable programs off her computer because she didn’t think she needed them. Ultimately turning my fairly new computer (a year old) – purchased from the Ombudsmen Office at UBC – into a boat anchor because she downloaded a virus. (oops…tee hee…stupid woman).  Gifting me stuff then asking for it back because she actually wanted it after all. Buying me licorice as a treat and then eating most of it on the bus ride to come see me. Calling me a bitch because I had the nerve to ask her why she turned the stove off, dumped the kettle and then refilled it and put it back on the stove, after I had just filled the kettle and put it on the stove. Dropping anchor at my Gran’s house in MDHT, and treating it like a hotel. Correcting my elderly, Alzheimer suffering Gran when she used the word Lucky. Having the kids that use to live in the foster home she use to work at come and crash at our apartment; even when they had violent people looking for them, or with them.

If I wasn’t on-board with her plans she became quite verbally abusive. When I pointed this out during our falling out she claimed she had no memory of this but if that is what I remember then she is sorry. Selective Memory…nice…

She is the author of her own sad tale…

Since we both moved to Alberta; I have seen her 3 times in the last 6 years, the last time being 4 years ago.

I was suppose to be the Godmother of her child, my gut told me to decline, but I accepted as we were still ‘best friends’, I regretted saying yes immediately…I wanted no obligations to her. Her son is almost 3 and I have yet to even meet him…

I haven’t spoken to her since June…and I don’t miss her…

I still have her on Facebook…but not Pinterest…she un-followed me…when I don’t know…nor do I care.

Since it’s been 3 1/2 months since our last contact, I will be removing her from my social media accounts effective immediately…

Should be strangely cathartic…

 

 

 

Sometimes where you are planning to be isn’t where you actually end up…and sometimes Church isn’t in a building…

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I had planned to go to Church this morning…

Got up, got dressed and headed out; by the time I got to the little Church outside of town that I attend it was 10:45 and the service had started at 10, so instead of turning right I went straight and headed further out of town.

Just me…Elvis…and Two Lane Black Top.

S. Alberta has wide open blue skies, and out where the prairies meet the foothills its lush and green.

It reminded me why I moved home from VanCity 6 years ago. I love my home, there is nothing like the prairies of S. Alberta.

Roll the windows down and the smell of Lucent fills the air inside your vehicle.

When I am driving like this I tend to stop at random places and take photos random things on the road side…    Portfolio

I find when I am out of sorts this is really my Church…

It’s not four walls and a roof with pew…

It’s two lane black top with the windows rolled down, good tunes on the radio…while I take deep breaths…and reflect on my faith and what means to me as the wide blue sky spans like a canopy over head…

 

50 Years…and the return of the Three Musketeers…

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Yesterday I went to a wedding anniversary…

Laureen and Jim were married June 24th, 1967. They have 3 daughters and 3 grandchildren. They have had their triumphs…and they have had their struggles and yet through it all, they held tight to one another. My mom commented to the peeps at our table that she couldn’t comprehend spending 50 years with the same man. Mind you, my mom has had 4 husbands so take that as you like. Laureen and Jim were obviously well suited to one another as their interactions with one another over the years can attest.

This milestone is well worth celebrating.

Laureen is a long time friend of my mom’s; they met in 1976 when my older sister went into Brownies (Girl Guides), Laureen was ‘Brown Owl’ of my sisters Brownie Pack. I don’t recall Laureen not being a part of our lives, both as kids and now as adults, also at the celebration was another long time friend; Donna;. who mentioned while sitting with my mom and I that it was the first time in a long time that she had laughed. The same could be said about my mom as of late; she doesn’t really laugh anymore. Heavily into being leaders with the Girl Guides organization, the three were always together…always. Camps, Events, Trips, Cookie Selling…and if it wasn’t Guiding it was always something else, didn’t matter. While the three had drifted apart slightly due to changing life circumstances; yesterday found these long time friends reconnect, the Three Musketeers are together again.