Boo At The Zoo With My Lead Foot Wife

Well what do you know? My poor snake bitten wife got her second speeding ticket in 7 days.  It was almost identical to the one she got last week.  Let me start at the beginning.

Selfish Christians

Is there such a thing as a Selfish Christian? Isn’t that an example of an oxymoron?  I think it is.  You see, to me a Christian is one who not only follows Christ but also his teachings.  A Christian is then supposed to share their faith with others so they can also become a part of God’s family.  So in reality, we cannot be selfish and call ourselves Christians.  Right? For my blog’s sake, we’ll pretend it’s an acceptable term.

My Magic Elixir

For the last few months, I have extolled the virtues of drinking warm water with lemon regularly.  I have had family and friends on it but unfortunately, not too many of them stuck around to see any noticeably change.

I drink a glass or rather a big cup of my Magic Elixir first thing in the morning, at least half an hour before eating a breakfast.  I will usually have another one sometime in the afternoon or evening.  (Mostly when I eat something greasy for lunch or dinner).  It has become a part of my lifestyle and through it, I lost 20 lbs within a few months.  (coupled with exercise, it’s 100% effective).

The beauty of this drink is that it not only helps you lose weight but also helps your body from PUTTING IT ON!  I sometimes over indulge on my favorite foods.  I step on the scale only to see that I actually LOST a pound or remained at my weight! (I am starting to sound like an infomercial).

Where did I get all this? I found it online while surfing for useless information.  Decided to put it to the test for the heck of it as it was inexpensive.  I use the real lemon juice from the bottle.   That or real lemons will do the trick.  I also add a bit of honey to my drink as it helps clear the throat.

Read here for some more info.

http://www.quantumbalancing.com/news/lemon%20water.htm

Junko furuta

I came across the following article on the weekend, posted on a friend’s Facebook status.  It is another example of gross miscarriage of the justice system and also a disgusting and sick example of how disgusting and sick we humans can be.  This crime is unimaginable.  Be warned, the content is very graphic and detailed.  Do not read if you are sensitive.  Here is a summary.

No ‘care’ in Healthcare

Whenever I am in a hospital, I always have this safe feeling.  I think to myself that if I am going to have a heart attack, I am in the best possible place and my chances of survival are excellent.  Turns out that I was having a false sense of security all along and I probably have a better chance having a heart attack in my home.  An 82 year old woman fell while visiting a relative in a Canadian hospital and broke her leg.  She was ignored as she lay there and told to call 911 to get an ambulance. (ambulance was called and took 1/2 an hour to arrive).  Read the rest for yourself and see how much the CARE has disappeared from Healthcare.

 

Related articles

• Hospital to Injured Woman Already at the Hospital: ‘Call an Ambulance’ [Healthcare] (gawker.com)

Lindsay Lohan. Again

If you are like me, you are tired of reading about Lindsay Lohan’s antics.  She continues to thumb her powder-filled nose at the court system, by repeatedly breaking curfews, not fulfilling her community services and probation,  even re-offending.  For some strange reason, she still manages to gain leniency and slap on the wrist punishments.  Every court hearing have the same lead-up:  ”Lindsay Lohan back in court.  Faces long jail time”.  So far, she has yet to do some serious hard time, which I think is what this spoiled brat needs to bring her down to earth.  Not a women’s retreat prison where she gets diva-like treatment.

I say it’s time to stop this train wreck but that’s just my take.

Related articles

• Judge Revokes Lindsay Lohan’s Probation (buzzfeed.com)

Whispers in the wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My most recent poem, written for St. Vincent and The Grenadines’ Independence Banquet, 2010.  (I was to read it but couldn’t attend due to illness).

WHISPERS FROM HOME

Psst…I hear whispers in the wind

echoing through the trees.

I can hear it in the distance,

approaching on a breeze.

As I get even closer,

I could then understand,

they were not just idle chatter,

but whispers from my homeland.

I hear the drums of Chatoyer,

our national hero.

Sending out a cryptic message

to the beat of a calypso.

Ocean sounds assail my ears,

waves lapping at the shore.

The whispers are calling me,

getting louder more and more.

I hear a faint melody,

distant but still clear.

It is the sound of steel pan,

sweet music in the air.

I close my eyes to take it in

but it does not last.

Another whisper in my ear

and I am back in my past.

The early morning rooster,

crowing, cock-a-doodle-doo!

I can hear so plainly,

as if I am there too.

Laughter rides in the wind,

a happy child at play.

It is like music to my ears

until the wind whisks it away.

“Hush”! The wind whispers to me,

in a soft and breezy tone.

“Listen with your heart and mind

to the sounds of home”

The whispers then grow fainter

and I could barely hear.

and with a gust, they were gone,

inaudible to my ear.

My Church

Image via Wikipedia

Image via Wikipedia

I just had an urge to blog about the Church I attend.  I choose to worship there, not because they are the best group of people, although they are a darn good bunch,  or because the pastor deliver the best sermons.  I chose this Church because it answered most of my questions as to what I wanted in a ‘home church’.  I say ‘home Church’ as I do not allow myself to be confined to attending this church exclusively.  I also attend an Anglican Church at least once a month,  plus a couple other denominations at least a couple times a year.  I like to experience different forms and types of worships.  It helps to keep things fresh.

Now you are probably wondering what questions my Church answered to make me want to make it ‘my Church’.  Well for one, this may seem very trivial, it is literally outside my backyard.  Attending church can sometimes be like going to the gym.  You miss a day and then it turns into a week and before you know it, you have not attended in a month or maybe a year.  Having a church in close proximity to your home, helps to eliminate this tendency.  If perchance I have to miss church, I try to keep my curtains drawn just in case I am seen by church member while I am sitting on my couch watching football on TV.   My church also has more than a few members of its congregation who still remember my name and seem genuinely pleased to see me whenever I show up.  Laugh if you must but the last church where I worshiped  for over 15 years,  I still never felt like I was a real part of it.  There were cliques in the congregation that seemed harder to break into than a bank’s safe.   So that was question number two that my church answered.  The really big one was that the resident Pastor who sadly, recently moved to another province,  delivered sermons  in a way that kept my attention and made me stay awake.  (this, I assure you is no easy feat).  God forgive me, but my ADD kicks in when a preacher/pastor sounds as if he might be on the verge of falling asleep as he delivers a sermon.   I don’t think any sermon is boring.  It is all in the delivery.  Sermon content and appropriateness plays a big part also.

There are a few other points that my church has that made me gravitate to it like the live band that is very enthusiastic every Sunday, the coffee breaks where coffee and hot chocolate are actually served are just a couple.

Retirement

Have you noticed how many people you know that have worked all their lives and saved up for retirement, only to die soon after retiring?  Sometimes even within months.  I could name close to a dozen right off the bat.  Even a couple that were co-workers.  One worked for over 50 years and his retirement was less than a year.

This phenomenon makes me wonder, what does life mean to me?  What do I want out of my life?  If I am here to work, save money and die before I could spend it, then I might as well die now.  what a vicious circle!  So many people I know, live to work.  They approach their jobs with a reckless abandon.  Forsaking everything else around them, including friends and family.  Their drive for money blinds them to the trimmings of life.   Incidentally, when asked about their dreams and their reasons for working so zealously, they really have no sensible response.  These are usually the ones dying at a young age with their obits stating ‘they were hard workers.’

Let’s get this straight, I am a very hard and honest worker who believes in giving 100% to whatever task I am assigned.  I however, do not take my work home with me or give it precedence over my family, friends or my own life.  I see my job only as a means to an end.  To maintain it, I’ll do my best and work as hard as I could.

I am not saying no one should retire as they will die soon after.  I am saying slow down and smell the roses.  Work is not the all to end all.  If you live a fulfilling life where you found that happy blend of work and life.  You took your vacations, enjoy your family and laughed a lot.  If you end up being one of those that die a bit prematurely, then at least your obituary will state that you ‘lived your life to the fullest, was a great family man and had a great laugh.’

Suspensions with pay

Why are people being suspended with pay as a punishment? Isnt’ that really a vacation from work? And why can’t I ever get an indefinite suspension with pay?  Who would rather be at work if they can stay at home and make the same money?  I often hear of policemen who broke the law and as punishment, they were given a suspension with pay.  That must hurt the poor guys. lol.  Notice how this practice is usually related to those already making big bucks?  Now that’s a reason to occupy wall street.