Randy was afraid that this video would never get to Janice… Randy… I felt how painful your video was… so I am going to share your video with the world because Janice needs to know….
Generation U – the uncontrolable generation 20, October, 2009
Child discipline these days is full of beaurocracy and weakness. I don’t agree with hitting children necessarily but I don’t agree that a smack on the bottom or a smack on the hand is abuse.
There are so many stories nowadays where parents who are trying to discipline their children are unjustly being taken to court and prosecuted for trying to correct a child’s bad behaviour. There are cases where parents have overstepped the mark and have gone overboard in physical punishment but more and more parents are being left with no power over their children.
Child protection agencies have gone after two mothers who disciplined their children with a smack with a wooden spoon. One mother cautioned the other taken is facing charges because the spoon left a red mark on her son’s arm. Meanwhile these very same child protection agencies IGNORED the plight of 21 children living (several suffering illnesses) in Adelaide, despite having reports of abuse. They took the sweet time to even act upon these concerns, another case where a little girl was found starving to death, another case where children had been living in a cage for 2 years, child protection agencies FAILED to act in a timely manner.
But a parent who was trying to discipline their child who was bullying his younger siblings and misbehaving in a public place over his parents not buying him an Xbox simply because he wanted it was charged. Now this child is laughing his head off throwing this charge in his parents face and the parents are no longer able to discipline in any form. They cannot do timeout, they cannot take away toys or preclude him from activities as a form of punishment. This child believes he is free, that he can do whatever he wants because the law is on his side. This is the wrong lesson that this child is learning. This child will grow up without learning; about consequences for his actions, to treat others respectfully, treat elders respectfully, that money doesn’t grow on trees, that throwing tantrums wont get you everything you want. One day this child will no longer have the protection of the child protection agencies and the government and when they feel that they can blatantly flaunt laws of any kind they will probably grow up and break into homes steal, commit assault on another person and think that its fine because THEY are untouchable. When that day comes the general public opinion will be “oh those parents did a very bad job with him” and the government will say “parents need to take more responsibility for their children” however THEY TOOK THIS AWAY FROM PARENTS. How can a parent be a parent if they are not allowed to??
Are we protecting children or creating generations of undisciplined, ill-equipped human beings who will not be able to cope with the real world out there?
One article that made me laugh was the report that the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) changed the lyrics, moral of the story and other meanings for nursery rhymes. This is truly a sign of the times.
In order to protect the children from being upset the nursery rhyme of Humpty Dumpty was changed.
Original:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldnt put humpty together again
Now I am not old, im in my mid twenties and clearly remember learning this rhyme when I was little. I do not recall having night terrors or nightmares because Humpty Dumpty couldn’t be put together again. I don’t recall any of my friends then and friends now who don’t recall being upset by this.
But apparently the BBC programming heads decided that it was too traumatic for children and changed it to
BBC Version:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Put humpty together again and made him happy again
GIVE ME A BREAK!
What bunch of tossers!
Oh little miss muffet no longer runs away from the spider she becomes friends with her too.
This sugar coating of every aspect of a child’s life and growing up in a society where they are told that they do nothing wrong, never get properly disciplined (cause if they do they can charge their parents with assault), they are wrapped up in cotton wool so that nothing can hurt them. WAKE UP PEOPLE these children will NEVER survive in the real world.
The world is not made up of eternal happy endings and a world of perpetual happiness. Children need to learn that yes there may be times of unhappiness, that there may be times of great tribulation personally etc but that with the right attitude and hard work any problems can be overcome and success can flourish.
Governments you are bringing more generational problems on to yourselves by taking parents rights away. When will you be supportive of parents and other caregivers right’s? The pendulum has swung too far. Children do need protection I agree but they cannot be in charge. Will you protect teachers and parents from children who assault school teachers and their own parents for not getting their way? Where is this society heading?
Hey Hey Is Australia Racist?? 8, October, 2009
You all may have heard by now about the skit played on a reunion special on an Australian iconic show called Hey Hey It’s Saturday…forget that the show aired on a Wednesday night..i know it’s a bit silly but hey focus here people!
There was a skit on a segment called “Red Faces” where 6 doctors performed a parody of the Jacksons. Many are calling the skit racist, a lot of Australians are defending it as “just a bit of humour”. World media are including this as another example of Australia being a racist country.
I am of ethnic background myself, in all my life I have never really encountered outright racist in Australia personally, however, I have definitely seen it occurring to others and sometimes have jumped in to defend (depending on the level of danger of the situation at the time).
I believe that most Australians are not outwardly and overtly racist but many are covertly and closet racists. Majority of young Australians do not focus on your ethnic background or skin colour its not really relevant and therefore the historical reasons of “black face” as Americans seen it has no connotation in Australia.
I will be honest here, at the cost of being attacked by other Australians – I will NOT generalise my entire country. The following exerts are taken from online newspapers and are the opinions of many anonymous readers on this issue of the skit from Hey Hey It’s Saturday and world suggestions that Australians are racist. You be the judge:
Perth now: news.com.au readers write:
“This is political correctness gone mad. I guarantee you there wil be many comments labelling aussies as racists now, you wait and see, this will let em all out of the woodwork like bugs. I give up. Maybe we should all just go and hide and not do anything or say anything in case we upset someone or give them the excuse to start their usual rantings. What a society, what a world.” – Greyish Tinge
“most white people found it funny or had no comment about it because they (as in white people ) have never experienced generational racisim , i just thought it was bad taste , just because one country is liberal about things doesnt mean it’s point of view is shared by everyone else .!!!” – surtepp of Perth
“Geeez, lighten up! It was just a bit of fun, this whole racism, politically correctness crap gets taken too far” – Kate of Perth
“I didn’t see it, but please are we for real, dressing up for a skit….whats the big deal? Even Jackson went from a black to a white face, guess what we all have red blood….this politically corectness stuff is going way too far….Would Harry have been offended if they dressed up as Indians?….” – truth of Perth
“Our society now slowly dies of its heritage & humour due to the political correct and bending over we do for all cultures, who still wish to come to our lucky country, yet wish to dictate their ways and beliefs onto our own society. Sorry Australians – we are a dying breed with no heritage or identity to remember, and dont dare speak – as we may offend those who wish to live amongst us – we must now change our ways in our own house..????” – Phil of WA
“How is this racist? How was it demeaning to an African-American? This is Political Correctness going to extremes. So it is racist to parody someone who is of a different skin tone?” – Jono of WA
Adelaide now: news.com.au readers write:
“Honestly, if they were making a skit about a white singing group/band, would it be racist? No, so get over it. Just because it’s a send up, doesn’t make it racist.” – Melissa of Unley
“Oh please, it’s plain as day this wasn’t intended to be racist; the skit was performed on Hey Hey It’s Saturday, which last time I checked was a comedy show! Just because Harry Connick Junior doesn’t liek it, does that mean everyone who saw it is supposed to be outraged? He’s one man, one American man, who can’t sing! WHy do we care so much about what he thinks? The skit was doen here in Australia, not AMERICA!” – black and white of Adelaide
“The thing I find amusing is Harry is a white guy, I wouldn’t be so surprised for him to be offended if he was black. I know Harry is from New Orleans and has more of a connection with the black community but still its a bit odd. Being offended for a black person is ok but to carry on as if it offended you personally is silly…” – Chris of Adelaide
“The sad thing is how insensitive many people in this country are to other peoples feelings and cultures and we don’t even realise it” – s of las vegas
“Not surprisingly, I am getting a kick out of reading the feedback from solid and honest Australians on this board. Quite obviously, we (as a nation) are sick of stupid America. The real issue here is that we accept making a terrible error following the American Way (Amway) and regain our own SUPERIOR strength as an open great supportive nation of people not brainwashed by the U.S. Cult style of citizenship. When do you ever hear an Aussie overseas exclaiming to “Speak Up as an Australian!” to make a personal point? At least we aussies can behave independently of nation. I mean, what a tool box he is. And that is so the American mentality. He was a guest here, and we let him give it to us. Daryl should have cut him down and defended the iconic show, regardless if you like the show or not. It’s an aussie show, we are trying, and it’s better than the loads of reality garbage from the USA. Think about it Aussie’s. Let’s dump following the US like little lambs before we turn into hypocrite garbage like them.” – Debbie of Swanborough of Adelaide
“Connick is entitled to his opinion. He expressed it politely and articulately- which is more than can be said for some of the correspondents to these pages.” – Margaret of Croydon
Courier Mail: news.com.au readers wrote:
“Does anyone remember the movie “white Chicks” starring the wayans brothers? (black men BTW) They dressed up as white blonde ditzy women and that was funny. Hey hey’s skit wasn’t in my opinion racist and I think this is another example of pc gone mad. We should be more worried about their awful singing and dancing. There is more important things in the world to worry about.” – Rach of Gold Coast
“It’s not the dressing up and the face painting…it’s the unspoken implication that black people are stupid. This is every bit as offensive as the Alf Garnet “comedy of the 1970’s.” – mark of Brisbane
“Hello??!! Does anyone recall the recent US “comedy” movie Tropic Thunder? The one with Ben Stiller and I seem to recall Tom Cruise actually got a Golden Globe nomination for his role? Well Robert Downey Junior who is white played an Aussie method actor playing an African American in that movie and his entire face/body was darkened/blacked out. What’s the diff people???” – KL of Brisbane
“I love how all the white posters here find this dreadful skit not racist because they were not offended. It wasn’t aimed at your race was it so you not being offended is hardly suprising is it? This face blackening exercise was traditionally used to parody black people as eye rollers, dumb with oversized and grotesque features. It frequently involved blackened faced women too in bloomers which implied they were of easy virtue. It is racist through and through.” – Brett Allen of Brisbane
Daily Telegraph (Sydney) dailytelegraph.com.au readers wrote:
“There is political upheaval in our Country. There is war and starvation around the world. There are natural disasters killing innocent people around the world. Our health system is killing people and our children remain badly educated. All we can concentrate on is an inane skit promoted by a has been and his team on a show of no entertainment value apologising to an American no talent about a no issue. Smell the roses people.” Listener of Seven Hills
“I am originally from the US and have lived here for upwards of 16 years. Because I have not lost my accent, despite moving here when I was under 10 years of age, my fellow Australian citizens still refuse to to acknowledge me as Australian. All these ‘like it or leave it’ comments are so exclusionary. Harry Connick Jr had a duty to say what he said. He IS American. An American who knows the political significance of blackface, and the negative image it used to play on to grab a laugh or to degrade or to differentiate. That’s where it came from. All these people saying ‘THIS IS AUSSIE HUMOUR’. Actually, this type of humour did not originate in Australia and is now generally accepted to be offensive elsewhere. If you’re going to be so Xenophobic about other countries, including Americans, at least avail yourself of the knowledge about the topic on which you speak. Otherwise, you sound ignorant. It’s humiliating. The wigs were humiliating. If he hadn’t spoken up about it, he would be seen to be as ignorant as supporters of this skit. He did the right thing. Stop bagging Americans all the time, get a new, more intelligent hobby please.” – CC of Sydney
Herald Sun heraldsun.com.au readers wrote:
“How is painting your face black racist!?!…the world’s media needs to get its head right,…screaming patronising journos looking for trouble where it doesnt exist.” – nohope of Melbourne
“What dod you expect in a country where we aren’t allowed to teach about the genocide of Aboriginals in our founding years, or the cover ups? We are ignorant to racism really. On the other hand we’re not America, so we don’t think of it like that, its just make up to an Australian. The producers though, with an American born judge should have known better…” – Brett of Sydney
“Let me get this right. The rest of the world who is in a complete mess is trying to tell Australia what’s actually funny or not? Our society on a whole operates peacefully whilst theirs is crazy but they know best? Please I fall under about 4 minority groups and I saw this as hilarious. They can mind their own business. Stones in glass houses…” – Paul
David Letterman – A willy too far.. 7, October, 2009
Ive never thought David Letterman was funny, however, this week I find him hilarious. I can imagine him saying “Ok you got me.. i sleep with my staff… what? no not the stick kind..the human kind”.
I posted this as a comment on Bearman Cartoons as a response to his top 10 reasons to sleep with David Letterman. So here are my top 10 reasons to sleep with David Letterman:
10. Your hair wont get caught between his teeth.
9. Paul Shaffer will play a little jingle while you two crazy kids are at it
8. Obama will campaign under “Can America forgive David for this?… YES WE CAN!”
7. The cast of The Brady Bunch will be so proud. Especially Mrs Brady.
6. You will get your 15 minutes of fame as the new Bachelorette
5. Kanye West will interrupt your national tv apology claiming that he was the best one David slept with all year.
4. Beyonce will release a single called “If you liked it then you shoulda put a lid on it
3. It will make the staff at the Oprah show jealous
2. Your sugardaddies.com profile will skyrocket through the roof in popularity with all the old ugly rich men thinking they have a chance.
and the number 1 reason to sleep with David Letterman is…
He will smoke his cigar instead of……
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oh Im sorry… you cluts! 5, October, 2009
Thank you! Thanks! Im sorry! Pardon me! Oopps excuse me!… thats me lil miss politeness. Sometimes i think im a little too polite. I have grown a backbone from the days where I wouldn’t even complain if the fries I got were moldy..i would probably just eat around the mold to save myself the embarrassment of claiming my own rights.
But the fault still remains. I was brought up with good manners: “susi spice Ju mus say sanku always. Peepol do ju a favour and ju mus say sanku. Ju are a good girl.” So from whence I was a baby I learned thank you, excuse me and please in 2 languages and was always corrected when I forgot to say it.
I have noticed that I often say thank you to people even when I am the one that has done them a favour. Today for example I was leaving my office to go buy something to eat for lunch – the fact that it was a packet of bbq rib flavoured chips is irrelevant people let’s focus on the event alright? – Deeann walks out of the elevator with her hands full with her sandwich, drink and handbag struggling to reach for her security pass to enter our office. During those precious seconds, where the elevator door was open and I could just jump in there right then and there and not wait for another 5 – 10 mins because our building elevators are operated by little green turtles who are part of a union and probably on a union sanctioned coffee break… i think… should I help her open the door or should I just jump into the elevator… I was truly torn…. help her or help myself… I breathed a defeatists sigh and ran to help her open the door then leaped like the flash to press the elevator button… the doors had closed… I thought I hadn’t made it..just as i turn around thinking here we go…settle in for a long wait.. the very same doors magically open!!!! Karma had rewarded my good manners for once! Yay!! And as I climbed into the elevator Deeann says “ahh you made it” and I reply with “thank you!!” and the doors close…. why the hell did I say thank you!???? She didn’t help me get my elevator! In fact she played a crucial role in the possibility of me NOT getting the elevator…
I do this quite often.. someone bumps into me in the shops while I am stationary minding my own business as close to the stand as possible and I apologise to them. Its a sick habit! Sick i tells ya!
I have bouts of assertiveness – there will be times where I will NOT apologise for anything I do… unfortunately often they have been times when i truly was at fault and should have apologised but the good thing is that i am growing in my assertiveness. I know I can be assertive and overcome this horrid affliction with which I suffer… I just need to ensure that I learn to control it and apply it in the right circumstances.
Internet Dating Killed Video Dating #2 24, September, 2009
They say that time changes people. Dating in its many forms allows you to find all those.. um.. special people often. My boyfriend can be a little lame. He is very smart and one of his daily joys is to entertain me with his ability to anagram almost anything that he hears or reads. He will anagram lyrics to songs in the car, read an article in a magazine and anagram a line in that article to something a little stupid and he finds it hilarious. I can see that my boy will be one of those embarrassing dads who tells those lame jokes that only he seems to find funny. I know this is a flaw of his but i love him nonetheless.
I have been through my share of dating weirdos and going out with men who seemed normal but turned out to NOT be at all. I remember my first date with this one guy who said “I am currently living with my parents, something you should probably know” “oh you are saving up for a house?” I asked hopefully, “No, I lost quite a bit of money…” then whispered bowing his head down “…and other people’s”.
So dating from 2000’s and the 80’s was not much different, in terms of the quality of men. I am sorry to be propagating the laughter of these poor guys who just want to get laid find love, but its funny come on!
Jeff – is sick of playing the field
BBQ Lou – will sell ya a car while he is at it
Husam – likes to let his groove on…
I wish they did a Where Are They Now series on these guys…
Internet Dating killed Video Dating 24, September, 2009
Ok so ive not written for a while. And for this i apologise. Some have accused me of blog abandonment just because I started dating someone and this has turned out to be such a great relationship. Happy = blog abandonment. I don’t see it this way, I see it as I had nothing more to whinge about, nor did I have any more stupid dating stories to tell and I guess I was happy enough to no longer cry or be depressed about being single.
I am lucky, its going very well. 7 months and counting! Hopefully it will keep getting better. I met my boyfriend through my dancing. We both went to the same salsa dance school and now we both are assistant dance teachers.
As you may have read in previous posts I was forced into the internet dating phenomenon, which lasted about 3 weeks and 3 horrible dates (money sucking leach, cankles man and the bogan druggy) and to which I hope I NEVER return.
It got me thinking how did people before us meet people? I interviewed 3 couples from my mum’s church who had been married for at least 30 years. I asked the following questions:
How did you meet?
Couple #1 married for 30 years: We met at dance in the town we lived in through some friends.
Couple #2 married for 40 years: We were introduced by friends, whom at the time were dating.
Couple #3 married for 50 years: We were highschool sweethearts, and never looked back.
So why is it that so many people, and I include myself in this when I was single, complain that there is never anyone good out there or least the good ones are taken. The populations have grown exponentially since the couples above met each other. Is it that too much choice makes us too choosy and therefore we always think that we can do better? Or is it that natural selection has fallen behind schedule and cant keep up with the birth rate?
Lets look history. Generally around turn of the last century people were usually set up by family’s. By the 1940’s and 50’s we even had propaganda about “going steady” and the dangers of that. Advice given publicly and in homes that people should date lots first without any commitment, find out how they felt with many different people before deciding to “go steady”. The mother’s would advise their daughters to not “make a habit of dating” with the same boy as it might drift into “going steady”. While you were not thinking marriage, you didn’t go steady with anyone. Once a young person thought of marriage then you could think about going steady to find out if they were the one. In Essentials we are still of the same frame of mind.
In the 1960’s the swinger was born. Carefree singles living in single’s complexes and attending single’s only events. Marriage was less in the minds of those dating and focus was more on having fun and enjoying singledom. Marriage was not even considered until people were 25! Imagine that! Nearly over the hill there… *note sarcasm*
And then we come to the 80’s. Ah the 80’s the era that brought us Ferris Buler’s Day Out, Caddy Shack, Cannonball Run and other classics brought us the era of video dating…….
Im not drunk! Im Ethnic! 25, June, 2009
There are plenty of arguments held over this thing we call multiculturalism. A recent study allegedly found that the majority of Australians were in favour of multiculturalism but at the same time were afraid of the effects of multiculturalism would have on racial harmony if it was not managed well.
For those of you who do not know what multiculturalism is I will give you one definition as defined by the South Australian Multicultural and Ethnic Affairs Commission Act 1980, “policies and practices that recognise and respond to the ethnic diversity of the South Australia community and have as their primary objects the creation of conditions under which all groups and members of the community may:
- Live and work together harmoniously.
- Fully and effectively participate in, and employ their skills and talents for the benefit of, the economic, social and cultural life of the community.
- Maintain and give expression to their distinctive cultural heritages.
Essentially saying you have a right to express your culture, be who you are and that in you will be valued for it in the workplace and social settings also.
Now given that you understand what this is lets follow the story that appeared in one of our newspapers today:
”Bartenders fined for serving a high five”
A high five was not a drink or some sort of underground bootlegged banned alcohol. It was literally a high five. It further explains
“Ivan Pancho was confronted by an undercover police officer and frogmarched out of the …club after he high-fived a friend before ordering a blue lagoon cocktail. The two barmaids were fined, one for preparing the drink and another for serving it… A staff insider said Mr Pancho…was in no way intoxicated and was a well-known club regular who was always friendly and well behaved…
They [police] told the manager that her [police] grounds for kicking me out was that I gave someone a high-five. Come on, West Tigers were playing”
Ok so let’s link this back to the multiculturalism thing. Ivan Pancho is clearly ethnic (see picture below). Lets face it, how many ethnic people do you know who are quiet, non talkative and expressionless? I think that Ivan Pancho was probably having a great ol’ time and enjoying the football game. The man probably had a booming voice as he laughed and talked out loud and it pissed off this undercover police who’s version of shouting is barely audible by an ant. I think this police officer was getting jealous that he wasn’t paying her attention or maybe they were jealous that his team was beating her team. Yes I know that people will say, well maybe he was drunk and was out of order… well given that the staff who were there watching him say that he was NOT intoxicated and that he was NOT misbehaving or causing trouble should have been enough to NOT give the bartenders a fine and NOT kick the guy out.
Ivan Pancho
This police officer was out of order, this police officer needs to have some training in understanding other cultures and how they behave.
Us ethnics do not sit around knitting wool and drinking cups of tea and think that is a jolly good time… to us it would be the beginning of insanity.
My neighbours are two African guys and when they are home and playing on their Wii you can hear them laughing and joking around even when I have my door closed. But I know that it is how they are, it is their culture.
Other cultures will speak to each other as if they are fighting but they are not, ever been to a Greek wedding or party? Its awesome! Everyone talks, everyone laughs, and everyone dances.
Arabs – when you hear them talking to each other you would think they are constantly telling each other off, they not doing that necessarily its just culture its the expressionist in them.
The latinos – my people… come on! we are in the middle of a war zone and still manage to put on a big street party with bands and dancing plenty of food and drink no one necessarily gets trashed or drunk but people are talking and expression every emotion they feel. When we are watching football games or the world cup we are the first to be banging drunks, blowing whistles, singing at the top of our lungs in support of our team.. we are not drunk… we are just emotion crazy!
What this undercover police person needs to understand is that it is the way it is, ethnic people will express anger, sadness and happiness in loud vocal and demonstrative ways it doesn’t mean we are drunk and disorderly. If anything we should arrest you for being plain BORING!
Ma’… Tha rains is ‘ere! tha rains is ‘ere! 22, May, 2009
The weatherman had been telling us all week “watch out for the rain tomorrow, forecast is for showers and a possible storm later”, all week it had been nothing but blue skies, sunshine lolliepops… so of course when I awoke to glorious sunshine, crispy morning and light wind, with barely a cloud in the sky I thought… “i don’t need an umbrella”
Walking through the hospital (which is my short cut to work) I see some people with umbrellas and think “well, you guys are carrying it for nothing”.
I had walked into the hospital seeing sunshine and when I got to the other end it was pouring cats and dogs and their water bowls. Couldn’t believe it! As I stood there I wondered if I could do the Homer Simpson thing put my foot out of one side of the hospital “sunshine” the other foot out the other side “rain” “sunshine! Rain! Sunshine! Rain! Sunshine! Rain!”
What annoyed me the most were the selfish bastards who had umbrellas…
Yeah you, you know im talking about you!
I stood there in my dress, waiting for the rain to dissipate… while bastard after bastard walked past with their big huge beach umbrellas that could cover a small classroom of children underneath it… did anyone offer to walk me? NO! The only consolation I had was that because these people braved the strong ghastly winds and the rain they heads may have been dry but they entire bodies were getting soaked as they walked down the street… I waited for almost half an hour… but then I saw an opportunity to get out there… I did not get wet, I had a few sprinkles on me… and when I got to my building and approached the elevators… I saw one of those selfish bastards who had SEEN me stuck at the hospital without an umbrella waiting for it. Well Mr Level 5 IT nerd… seems like you have soaked wet shoes and soaked pants… and I don’t, and without an umbrella… he looked at me, gave me a forced kind of a smile while looking down at his soaked body…..hmmm me thinks… CHECK MATE… mate…
When Your Time is up… Your Time is Up… 5, May, 2009
When your time is up, your time is up…Im quite distressed, worried, anxious and shocked….. Woman’s Day gossip magazine has just devastated me…..
“Oprah – Just Five Years to Live”
This diagnosis comes from Dr David Demko, he quoted to the magazine
“Based on her current lifestyle and genetic risk factors, Oprah can only expect to live until she is 58 or 59 years old”
The magazine article further continues –
“This shock diagnosis confirmed fears long-held by those close to Oprah, that she is far from the happy, healthy person she projects.According to Dr Demko, there are a number of positive and negative things that influence how long we live. While Oprah gains years for her charity work and spirituality, he says there are many areas she needs to address….she needs to slow down and bring more happiness into her life…”
Dr Demko is not Oprah’s physician.
http://womansday.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=279779
Woah man this is serious stuff! Let me take some time to digest through this…
First preliminary thoughts
1) If I were Oprah and I read that a Dr Demko diagnosed me with only having 5 years to live i too would be concerned. I mean with all my billions of dollars that I would generate yearly surely I could live for longer than that.
My own mother who is on nightly dialysis treatment as she has no function in both kidneys has lived beyond the time she was expected to… According to Dr Demko’s analysis though my mum too needs more happiness to live longer… Drs said she would only live for maybe 6 months but its now been almost a year and half and this promise has yet to be fulfilled…. With Oprah’s money and the vast resource of kidney’s she could access if she had kidney failure she could just buy one or two or four if she wanted to… that would add another 10-40 years to her life.
2) This Dr Demko – I did indepth research into this man… PhD he did something no else has done… he has major cred here people… he is the inventor of the Death Calculator… http://www.demko.com/boom0525.htm
Well after you have edgumacated yourself and stop being such an illiteratey you might actually take into account Dr Demko’s credible diagnosis of you and Oprah! Thank you Dr Demko… I trust you as much as I trust Dr Nick….The knee bones connected to the… something..the something’s connected to my wrist watch….
I Dated a Coyote Part II 1, May, 2009
Last time you joined my little adventure I had just realised that the guy I was dating, Pablo, was a people smuggler. This explained their enormous wealth in this third world country (yes i know im not being politically correct but lets call a spade a spade shall we?).
So yes, there I was in the car with a whole family of people smugglers. They were very nice to me, so I really wasn’t in a position to spout any kind of personal thoughts on that matter. I kept my mouth shut just smiled and appeared very impressed…. they were latino men and of course I had to stroke ego at that point, plus they were my ride home. A few minutes later Pablo’s dad turns to the driver and says, “do you see that car behind us? That Soarer?”
“Yes sir”
“Pablo, Jose, Ricardo that black soarer has been following us for the last 10 mins”
They turned to look and Ricardo (the dad’s brother) said “well we better get ready”
I had no idea what was going on, but I turned back to look and yup there was a black Soarer driving behind us. As I turned back to sit facing forward… a big black case was pulled out by Pablo’s dad… it looked like the type of case you get when you buy a set of hand held weights? You know the type… rectangular black hard casing and well padded and he pulls out these guns one for each passenger except me… do not ask me what type of guns they were but they were big hand held guns. Thick and black with silver on them…retrospectively they were really cool looking guns… but at the time my heart sunk, I sank into my seat keeping my head below the window level… and started praying.
Pablo’s dad turned and said “ don’t worry Susi Spice you are my son’s girl nothing will happen to you we are looking after you now, you see” he continued to speak softer and had lost any inebriation he had, “The Americans have a little bit of money out for my head so I need to keep alert and protect myself”. The car pulled into a street, then another, as if trying to lose the black Soarer. The car was kept running while the lights were turned off and they waited to see if the black Soarer came for us…
Those were the most tense moments ive lived through in my life to this day…
After about 5 minutes no cars came our way at all. Cautiously they kept a look out as we drove home. About half way home they all relaxed, the guns were put away and I sat up… Pablo’s dad laughed about the incident and we all continued along our merry way. When we arrived at my house, Pablo decided to walk to me to the door and gave me a kiss good night (as if i could say no to him at that point!). Pablo’s dad, from the car, announced, “I like you very much for my son, you are a beautiful girl with a beautiful personality, I hope to see you here more often and hope you don’t escape us to Australia too soon!”
Needless to say I became VERY VERY VERY busy for the remainder of my stay in El Salvador and just unfortunately was caught up in so many family events and do’s that I never could go out with Pablo again.
Part 1 – I dated a Coyote 29, April, 2009
Well it was summer of 2006 in El Salvador. I arrived and met my entire army of family including cousins to 5th generation (how people can keep track of family trees in their head is beyond me) never the less they are family as we were related through my great grandmother’s sister who had a second marriage to some man and produced 4 kids from that marriage and one of those grand aunties had 5 kids and one of those kids had 6 of my aunties and uncles and… ok well point is..is that I met a cousin of mine.
She was awesome as she was down from the USA we went and partied together and had a ball. We had heaps of fun. She introduced me to a friend of hers. I forget his name, but I dated him for about 6 weeks. We will call him.. Pablo. Pablo was quite well off, he strolled around like he owned the place and well yes he will be classified as a typical latin player. He would drive past my mum’s (mom) house everyday for 2 weeks after my cousin introduced me to him and kept asking me out until I finally said yes.
Why did I say yes to this player? Well I figured he had a car, knew the place and would take me to all different places I was yet to visit, he was kinda cute, he was into me and I was on holiday I really didn’t have any excuse not date him. Moreover, the other guy I was dating (who was also the best friend of another of my cousins) lived a bit far away so I didn’t get to see him much (this is another story to come)
One night his father invited me out for an afternoon trip to this town about an hour and half drive away. My mum encouraged me to go as she had visited that town years ago and she had found it quite charming and pretty. I accepted the offer. His father brought his driver, a friend, Pablo and Pablo’s uncle. We all took off, his father said that he was happy that Pablo was dating me as he had known my grandparents and knew that I came from good stock, as he put it. We spent the day in this quaint village. It was quite small, stone coble streets, nothing fancy but had awesome nature surrounding it.
I was tired and just looking forward to getting home and resting. Pablo’s father had been drinking and kept trying to talk to me.
“Susi Spice, you are a beautiful girl, I like you for my son. He is lucky to have you. And you are lucky to have him.”
(me thinking) *whatever, i don’t care, im leaving anyway im just having fun* but of course, i replied
“oh thank you, very nice of you to say”
And in his near drunken stupor continued;
“See we are quite well off, actually, we are very well off, I own cattle hacienda’s, I own a very successful travel business and many cars… you are one lucky girl, my son seems to have really taken to you… this could all be yours if you play your cards right”
*oh you are one of those people who feel they need to flaunt their money, whatever*
“oh ok, well you must be proud of your success”
Here i was thinking, well I guess he will just shut up and let me rest back. But noooooooooo he had to open his big trap!
“Susi Spice, you see, our travel business takes me to Mexico and the USA very often to name a few places. I have many good, great friends. I love my friends there. Have you been?”
“yes i have i loved mexico and well the USA I haven’t travelled extensively but its alright, have you?”
Pablo’s dad gave a big jolly, mischievous laugh and said
“how well can I trust you?”
*not much you’ve known me for like 2 seconds, whatever you wanna tell me you should probably not tell me about it*
“of course you can, otherwise your son wouldn’t have such great judgement to have kept dating me right?”
Pablo’s dad gave a hardy laugh out loud
“I like you Susi Spice, you will do well with us, my most successful business is my travel business… you like travelling don’t you? Well… my travel business is more like transportation…”
*hmmmmmmm this is sounding a little weird…but ok..*
“transportation, that is always a good business…”
“ha ha.. yes it is, it has done us very well. I have gotten my cars, my houses, my villa, my childrens education, everything, my secured retirement, everything I am a wealthy man my girl” at this point he turned to look at me with a grin…
That was kinda freaky…
“Do you know what my family business is Susi Spice?”
*me thinking oh shit what the hell are you people into????*
“um.. do you transport cattle?”
Pablo’s dad threw the biggest laugh I had heard all day, so did all the other men in the car.
“In a way… people like travelling Susi Spice. People like to travel fast and get to where they want.. fast. That is what we provide. Do you know what a Coyote is?”
“um… a desert animal?”
“we are Coyote’s. Our business is the transportation of people to a better life.”
*holy shit, the guy is a people smuggler. There I am dating the heir to a people smuggling business and thereby involvement with the Mexican mafia… Fuck*
To be continued…
so what? so what? so what!? 23, April, 2009
I dont think i got that temporary higher duty assignment I applied for at work L
Im so sad…
So I hadn’t done that type of work before… so what!?
So I wrote in 6 font to try and fit everything i wanted to say into two page… so what!?
So you couldnt read it unless you wore magnifying glasses… so what!?
So I really didn’t know what the job was actually about.. So what!?
So I have never managed a project of that size… so what!?
So I would probably spend half the time learning about what I need to do… so what!?
I wrote a damn good application! Just because I didn’t have all the experience and skills you reject me!? (I think) So what!?
Im still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t need you..and ur stinking job!
My pick for AWESOMENESS OF THE DAY! 17, April, 2009
I don’t have the best relationship with my dad, I try to though. I don’t fight with him or anything but I never have been able to rely on him or trust him 100%. One of the earlier incidents I remember of not been able to trust him or rely on him was when i really really really reallyyyy wanted to go the Royal Show. The Royal Show is a once a year event where people from the country come into the city, there are horse dancing shows, varying farm animals to look and touch, rides to experience until you throw up and boundless show bags full of lollies, candy and toys for you to make your little heart race and your little stomach sick on.. its great! When you are 5-15 years old.
I was 7 years old and my best friends mum had spoken to my mum and offered to take my best friend at the time and me to the royal show, I immediately said yes of course and my mum said “ok that is good, thank you she love it”. We asked my dad if that was ok for me to go and he said “yes you can go!” very enthusiastically. I was so excited that my best friend and I were jumping around and literally dancing in the street ‘yeh yeh yeh we going to the show, yeh yeh yeh we gonna get lots of show bags yeh yeh yeh” was our little song. For 2 weeks I was looking through the show bag catalogue; “i want the barbie bag, i want the spider man bag, i want the big giant show bag, i want the red skins bag..” and so forth. I would tell my mum i wanted to wear my hair this way and that, i want to wear my shorts, no my skirt, no my jeans, no pants! Couldn’t make up my mind from the excitement… alas the day came i woke up at 5am. I had a shower, got dressed and went to watch my favourite 6am kids show called Agro’s Cartoon Connection waiting for that moment when my best friend and her mum would come and pick me up. My mum woke up first “aww sweety are you excited about going??” “yup! Cant wait mummy!” she made me breakfast and gave me $50 to spend at the show. 9.30am finally after such a long ardous wait came along. My best friend’s mum’s car pulled into the drive way and my best friend came to the door “susi! Lets go! Lets go!” I went to say good bye to my mum , she gave me a big hug and i went to say goodbye to my dad and he responded with “and where do you think you are going?” I was a little shocked but thought oh you must be joking again “daddy, to the royal show remember? Today is the day i cant wait, Tennielle and her mum are waiting for me” and my dad said “no you are not going” … my little heart started to palpitate “yes I am I asked you 2 weeks ago and you said i could go..i can still go dad? Cant i?” my dad decided at that very second that he just didn’t feel like it anymore.. “No, you are not going, besides you don’t have any money” and i replied happily “yes! Yes i do! Mummy gave me $50, see you don’t have to worry about the money mummy gave it to me” my dad decided on a whim that he didn’t want me going “no you are not going, go tell your friend that you were joking and you actually not allowed to go” ….
At this point my little heart was breaking, i was soooooo disillusioned, he lied to me? I asked with my voice quivering and with my big brown eyes filling up with water… i swallowed the big lump in my throat “daddy, you said i could go, you said yes, why cant i go? Was i naughty? What did i do bad?” My dad just looked at me not angry “i said no” and i continued with tears starting to stream down my cute little chubby 7 year old face “but..daddy, you promised, you said I could go… they are outside, you don’t have worry about taking me, i have money, please, please daddy i promise i will be good”. My dad got angry and snapped at me “If i say No i means NO! You are not going!” that is when my mum heard him and she came into the room and came to my defence “you told her she could go, she is all ready, you have kept her hopes up going for 2 weeks, you cant now turn around decide not to, the lady is outside, she made an effort to pick her up we had said yes, she is going”
My mum had barely finished saying that when another of their big fights started to happen… I was crying and yelled at them “don’t fight, im sorry, i wont go, im sorry please don’t yell I wont go ill go tell them right now im sorry!” and I ran crying to my friend’s mum and said “i cant go, im not allowed im sorry” i felt so humiliated and i ran back into the house crying… my parents were still fighting i watched from my bedroom window as my friend drove away with her mum to the Royal Show without me… I cried all morning till I fell asleep in my mum’s arms. At the time my mum was strong but not strong enough to go head on with my dad (that’s another story of its own). She held me and told me it would be ok.
So with that little story it always led me love observing and watching good father-daughter or father-child relationships. I loved the way Fred Flintsone and his daughter pebbles would interact. I loved how Homer, despite his many faults, would usually come to the aide of Lisa and make things all right again. And throughout time there have been other live examples…
So to cheer up this rather sad little story of mine haha i apologise, i know i usually like to make people laugh and not feel down, I have included what has recently become one little example of what a fun Father-Son relationship can culiminate to. Below is a YouTube clip of the recent hot act from Britain’s talent quest show “Britain’s Got Talent”. I was laughing so hard and loved this act so much that I wanted to stand up and cheer right there and then as I watched it unravel. It just demonstrates what a fun, cooperative and trusting relationship this father and son have its beautiful.
Please enjoy my AWESOMENESS OF THE DAY…. Starvos Fatley!
FOR SOME REASON YOUTUBE HAVE “EMBEDDING DISABLED BY REQUEST” WHICH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS BUT IF YOU GET THAT MESSAGE JUST CLICK ON THE BLACK SCREEN AND THE YOUTUBE PAGE WILL OPEN UP SO YOU CAN WATCH IT. PLEASE WATCH IT, I PROMISE YOU THAT IT’S WORTH IT
Meeting the Parents 14, April, 2009
Well I have a confession, another confession to make …
I didn’t tell you.. but I have been seeing Aaron all this time. I first described him as a little clingy and emotional and baggage ridden. Well, he seems to have gotten over it all. He has proven himself to be a really really nice awesome guy who actually seems to fulfil 90% of what I always hoped a guy for me would be. He did bombard me with his baggage from before BUT in the last 2 months has blossomed into someone really fun and whom I can really hang out with who doesn’t talk about his past so much in fact he is so positive about the future. He loves it when I sing, albeit a little badly, in the car and he will sometimes join in with me so i don’t feel so left out if he doesn’t join in he will laugh and tell me im cute (we will see how long that lasts hehe). He likes to take care of me and when I was sick last week with the flu I felt very pampered and loved. He is attentive, kind and sweet and for some God-only-knows reason he loves to be around me even if I am snotty, sneezy and cough-flem riddled with flu-disease and that has to be special…right…
So this past weekend was Easter. We had a long 4 day weekend woohooo wish i had more time off from work though. On the Friday I had arranged for him to meet my mum and sister. Aaron came over for lunch on Friday, I made a yummy lunch of pupusas which turned out fabulous. On the Sunday Aaron was over in the afternoon. We planned to just hang out at my house and watch movies have lunch and then go out at night. I made an awesome warm lamb salad that he loved and we settled on watching Lord of the Rings – Fellowship of the Ring. After a while of Aaron hugging me tightly, sweetly kissing me every now and then I decided to go put some socks on because i felt a little cold. I started having a coughing fit and closed my bedroom door. Then suddenly I hear this huge noise, it wasn’t the telephone ringing, it wasn’t a bunch of plates breaking on mountain of sharp rocks, it wasn’t the sound of a hippopotamus roaring in the savana… it wasn’t even the sound of an airplane flying really low above my house… the door trembling, airplane-thundering sound that i heard was that of my mothers backside…..
My coughing fit seemed to suddenly have stopped dead in its track, i felt the rush of my blood from my head to my toes as it went from hot to cold and my body take a deep breath as it prepared for the humiliation I would feel on her behalf as i opened the door to my bedroom and walked back into the lounge where Aaron was waiting..the lounge that adjoins the kitchen… that has no door… I then made a 180° turn and tried to run out of my bedroom that I almost tripped over my own shoe… and arrived at the kitchen with baited breath “ MUM!!!” and she calmly turns to me and whispers “shhhhh don’t make a scene, he didn’t hear it” in amazement I said to her “I was in my bedroom at the end of the house with my bedroom door closed and I heard you and now is the time that you choose to whisper!???”
She didn’t much after that, she giggled and said, ‘it wasn’t that bad’. I as the trooper I am walked back into that lounge room to find Aaron startled, with a tiny little grin on his face not knowing what to say… all i could do was apologise… over and over and over again..
The man then kissed me and said, “i still want to be with you, no matter what” and that has to say something special about him.. right…
