Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Vancouver 2011 Stanley Cup Riot: violence and bad choices.



Sadly I saw this coming.  I knew if Vancouver didn’t win.  People would use this as an excuse for making very BAD CHOICES by being violent, causing destruction and theft.

I am disgusted, ashamed, however not shocked.

All the work we all did as Greater Vancouver to welcome the world during the Olympics, to show the world our hospitality.  To show what a safe, fun, and friendly city we can be have now been pretty much completely tarnished in one evening…WTG

I have a message to you people who went out tonight “hoping for, and egging on the violence”.

YOU ARE STUPID AND SAD!

The reason I say this (other than your idiotic choice of choosing to be violent, destructive, and to steal tonight) is because everybody has a cameras on their phones ANY crime you do tonight at the riot will be sure to be captured on in some sort of way.

It will not be an anonymous crime.

My example CLICK HERE  I bet they didn’t think there would be such a clear picture of them being idiots.

Will your mothers, grandmothers, and children be proud of your choices tonight?

Are you proud of yourself?
Not only that ....do not forget your co-workers, bosses, friends, and family will also see this.
I bet your boss will be "pleased as punch" that you are a representative of their company. Oh and if you “called in sick “ to be able to make it to the game today you will probably be getting fired for lying now too.
BRAVO! I hope it was worth what you’ve lost tonight.

You have shown your true value and it is SAD.

To the “BlackBlock” using this as a catalyst for your own agenda.  If you truly believe in what you are doing have the balls to remove the masks and bandanas and OWN what you are doing…stop COWARING behind your masks.  If you can not stand up for what you are doing maybe you SHOULDN’T BE DOING IT!
To you people who stayed down there to watch the riot and got caught in it “because you wanted to have fun and watch the riot.”  If you got hurt… that was Darwin sending you a message. “You DID NOT HAVE COMMON SENCE enough to leave that situation” you are stupid and probably should NOT procreate. Do not act like a victim either, you made the choice to be in a high risk danger area and you got hurt. You made your bed now lay in it.  When a police person tells you to “For your own safety, GO HOME” then you should GO HOME!!! If you didn’t you made a BAD CHOICE and get to live with the results.

Do not get me wrong staying there on purpose is WAY different from somebody who was down there and tried to leave, but couldn’t because of the busses and the sea bus getting shut down.  Getting trapped down there is incredibly unfortunate.  To you, my heart truly goes out and I hope you found your way to a safe place.

I pray that everybody learns from this disappointing event….but sadly I don’t think the ones who need to learn the most will.

Frustration

Well today I am sooo frustrated it isn't even funny.

I got a new job 2 weeks ago, I will not mention where as I do not want to have people think ill of that company due to my venting.

I did my training days and was given my uniform. Just before my 1st " on the floor shift" I tried on my uniform ( I wasn't able to try it on earlier due to time constraints), it didn't fit, the pants would not do up and the shirt have gaps between the buttons due to pulling. 
I looked at the size, it was 2 sizes smaller than what was suppose to have been ordered.  UGH! So I put on the shirt with a bra that  made the gaps pretty much unnoticeable..and a pair of black dress pants. The uniform should have dark brown pants, but I thought I might be able to get to work, just until I get replacement parts.

So off to work I went.

I get there. The manager had not noticed I wasn't wearing the correct pants until I said " oh by the way the pants didn't fit" she took a double look at the pants I had on and said "sorry but you can't  work in those you will need to go home"

So i missed out on the 4 hours I was scheduled for that day, and the 4 for the next day.

GREAT just what somebody who has been out of work for 4 months needs ..no income!

Then I was told we will call you when it comes it, and I'll let you know what your schedule is"

She finally calls me back.. okay the uniform should be there on Tuesday and you work Weds, Thurs and Friday, and Sunday.

I called yesterday to see in the uniform showed up, still no uniform...I was told that the person who delivers them would be there today (weds) Well I get to work today....NO UNIFORM!!! they where going to send me home again when I suggested finishing off the training vids I had not gotten to yet.

I was hoping in that time my uniform would arrive and then I could finish out my shift. Well no such luck. My 8 hour day was only a 2 hour day and I have no idea if I'll be working tomorrow or not.
I'm suppose to "get a phone call today" to let me know. So I will be loosing even MORE time I can NOT afford to loose.

I am sooo frustrated.

I offered to go and get the uniform from where ever it is but they said it is from out of town and I couldn't.

I am at wits end!!! I am ready to scream!!!

Oh and to top that off I MAY be making a dollar less than I thought I'd be making.... OOOOOH AWESOME!

I feel like the harder I try, the harder I get booted down. I'm just going to stop trying at this rate.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Did He?

Well on Sunday. I had some very strange signs… I guess they are signs...I do not know I’ll just sound crazy to everybody..... So I’ll just tell you what happened.



After months of not going to church, something in my gut had been telling me to go …I had to get there…at the time I do not know why but I knew I just had to go.



While sitting there in the church listening to the sermon about a subject I had been struggling with in my day to day life for the last few months. I realized the very moment I was looking at. The minister …what he was saying word for word… what he was wearing… where he was standing……how he gestured.

I had a dream of him doing and saying those exact things a few days earlier….So much so it was to the point I knew what he was going to say next. It lasted about ten minutes.



I was flabbergasted.



So after crying and listening to the rest of the sermon we left church. We went about our day. I must have looked a wreck… Cameron kept asking me what was wrong. I had told him about the dream. I do not know if he understood how muchit effected me. I have had the odd dream before of dreaming and instance but usually only a few seconds and never THAT clearly, usually more of a "remembering after the fact" instead of realizing while it was still happenng. I am not sure why that had happened and that was partly why I was SOOO moved.



Out to my mom’s to get Nigel. Then out to Cameron’s Mom’s for Sunday supper and Sadie’s b-day cake. After dinner and chatting we headed home.



Now I know I have said I have had epiphanies on the way home from Surrey before, but nothing like this.



As we were driving I was watching the clouds float by…



Then I realized the clouds were looking back.



I turned to Cameron and said “look at that cloud it looks like and EYE.” He agreed and said it was almost creepy how much it looked like and eye.



The first thing I thought of was God; he was watching over me. The cloud eye opened wider then dispersed. Then a little further down the road a different cloud looked like a fish, then the same cloud turned into a whale, then it turned again into an anchor. TALK ABOUT SYMBOLIZM!!!





***********this is what I researched about those symbols copy pasted from the net**************



The eye has been used to symbolize the all-seeing eye of God, and this symbol is still used today.

The fish was an early symbol of Christian faith that endures today on bumper stickers and businesses as a sign of Christian faith.

The fish is thought to have been chosen by the early Christians for several reasons:

the Greek word for fish (ICHTUS), works nicely as an acrostic for "Jesus Christ, God's Son, Savoir"
the fish would not be an obvious Christian symbol to persecutors
Jesus' ministry is associated with fish: he chose several fishermen to be his disciples and declared he would make them "fishers of men."
It is said that during the persecution of the early church, a Christian meeting someone new would draw a single arc in the sand. If the other person was a Christian, he or she would complete the drawing of a fish with a second arc. If the second person was not a Christian, the ambiguity of the half-symbol would not reveal the first person as a Christian.



The whale Jonah, whose three days in the belly of the whale pre-figured the interval between Christ's death and Resurrection.

For most people, dreaming about whales is a pleasant experience. These huge water dwelling mammals may be symbolic of the connection that exists between the unconscious and conscious mind. They may represent the dreamer's level of awareness, perceptiveness, and intuition. Some think that they represent our emotional power or are messengers from the spiritual realms. If the ocean waters were turbulent, and the whale in your dream was unpredictable or on the attack, considers the emotional environment in your every day life. Under such unpleasant dream circumstances, these large animals may represent overwhelming emotional or psychological issue and problem.

For the historical accuracy of Jonah from both our stand-point of faith and hope, is important as it foreshadows Christ’s own death and resurrection. Christ would not have associated the single most important event in our history (his holy resurrection) to a mere fable or fairy tale. If we are to accept the teachings of Jesus Christ, as given to us from the accounts in the Gospels – then we must accept that Jonah, being swallowed by a fish, is historical fact.

Do we serve the Lord by reasoning away His majesty? Do we serve the Lord by diminishing the importance of knowing that the Lord God makes the impossible possible? We need not see the fish to know that our faith in God’s love for us gives us hope.


The anchor is a very early Christian symbol that has been found in the catacombs. It brings together the cross and the various nautical Christian symbols (fish, boat, dolphin), and it symbolizes Christian hope in Christ.

*****************END of net pasting**********************************************

What *I* felt it all means….. Well I can only give you the impressions I first had…when it all happened.

When I saw the eye I thought “I am the I am. Then I saw the eye open and it made me feel like god was telling me he was looking out for me and my family.



Then when I saw the fish it reinforced that it was god trying to talk to me…It also reminded me of sacrifice. Sometimes we have to sacrifice for the greater good.



Then when it turned into the whale I thought of the story of Johan and how there will be times it is hard to follow god, but I should do it anyway.

You know those time when the world says what is the smart thing, but you know it isn’t the right thing… but our world thinks that the smart way *IS* the right way…

Like forgiving somebody who has wronged you.The world would think you a daft by not holding a grudge and stoping them from being in your life anymore.


Then when I saw the whale turn into and anchor it made me feel like he was saying when I follow his way that he would be the anchor for me in trouble waters…He would ground me when the world is turbulent.



Reading the meanings I also feel that it may be some more insight.



I also feel he was trying to tell me my anxiety disorder has been a HUGE stumbling block in me going to church… ”these large animals may represent overwhelming emotional or psychological issue and problem.” I think he was telling me he will be my anchor through the mental turmoil my brain puts me through.



This was quite an emotional day….at least for me. But then again I’m crazy...at least to this world.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Maggot

An egg
Tiny
Benign
Hatches

You maggot
You grow and fester in me
You are alive and wriggling
Eating me from the inside out.
You grow and grow.

You fly
Buzzing around in my ear
It is deafening
Make me crazy
I swat and miss
Swat and miss again
I can’t get rid of you

You lay more eggs
Soon my body is swarming with the eggs you planted
I have no control,
I swat and fight
I hate you.

Sometimes it looks like I’m winning
But I’m just failing
Floundering
You can’t help me
You do not see them
You do not understand
With that you inadvertently help them.

I’m riddled with maggots
I am over whelmed.
Always they are there
I can hear them wriggling
It is like screaming in my ears

They eat away at my insides
I am only clean white bones of what I was

At least I’m thin now.

Monday, August 11, 2008

the Olympic memory

It is funny how your kids can spark a happy memory that they had no idea about the time they sparking the memories to.

I'll give you a map to that sentence.
What I mean is my daughter was sitting here and she DESPERATELY wanted to watch the summer Olympics. So I caved and let her. ( I'm not a HUGE fan myself)

Instantly while watching it my brain rushes back in time to before she was born, back when Cameron and I got out first place together.

We had no money. The apartment was small, (It was in the west end of down town Vancouver). It had a weird green light bulb in the dining room. We had no money, I was going to school ( VCC) and Cameron was just getting over a strike. Both of our mom's gave us groceries ( care packages) for our move out together. Both of them included a 2kg bag of peas each, and we had also bought a bag 2 kg bag of peas....We ate peas forever (Cameron is still sick of peas to this day)

The reason the Olympics remind me of all that is because we had no cable and we only got one channel ....the mother corp. CBC and what did they have on almost ALWAYS?? the Olympics!

I remember walking up the back alley to the back of my building and seeing Cameron's goofy grin, and him waving like a maniac from our microscopic kitchen (honestly I think the bathroom was bigger, and that you had to step into the tub to open the door to get out)

Those were some hard and wonderful times.

That was the apt we lived in when Cameron asked me to marry him. We had been farting around walking around the west end, checking out the "open houses" (mostly just to see what in insides of other places looked like, and to get free dough nuts). I had a vanilla latte (big shock there.... I know) We where just walking down the road and he turned me to give me a kiss, and after the kiss he looked at me and said "will you marry me".

You could have knocked me down with a feather.

I could have burst.

He told me later that he had planned to do a huge do ...banners and all...and have a ring in hand, but he got SOOO excited he just had to ask right there right then.
When he did get my engagement ring he did bring it to me at work and sang to me in the court yard in the front of the building....

You know I ~~HATE~~ country music, but I ABSOLUTLY LOVE hearing Cameron sing. Him singing to me means more than he'll ever know....He puts so much of himself into it you can't help but feel moved...Like he is reaching out with his heart and soul for my heart and soul.

So now I'm sitting here watch the Olympics again , and not wanting to but being soooooo filled of happy-go-shiny feelings from my memories, makes watching it not bad at all.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

For my husband

Like the air, he is around me.
He warms me when I'm cold
He cools me when I'm hot.
He is a person I love to know, I love to love.
With him I am complete
I am independent, but I do not WANT to get through this life without him.
I like him, he is my best friend, my anchor, my rock, and my shelter.
Always in my heart and always in my thoughts.
When problems arise we work together making each other stronger
We walk together, our heads may turn but our steps never falter...
Even when he is far away we walk together




I'm really missing you