What is going on lately with all the Hollywood stars, Natasha Richardson not so long ago died, Farrah Fawcett today and now Michael Jackson. Not him. Despite all the crazy stuff he did, I loved his music, entertainment and still do, and let's not forget the Thriller which scared me when I watched for the first time. Let's observe moment of silence.
What 2012? What day, time? Where can I hide? Oh my I only got three years to live, and my life been so great especially now with a new child on board. It will be interesting to know if this time someone will get it right. Yes get it right this end of the world hoax. Seems like someone predicted totally wrong for May 2003. I do too recall when I was in grade three and someone was already predicting the end of the world then, and I have been curiously waiting since then too. May be this time the guess or prediction will be right, or not, or at least I hope not. But then do we really know what the end of the world means. My silly vision is still the same as I had one in grade three. The Earth will crack on two halves from the impact of the asteroid. Earth will loose its gravity and all of us will fall into space. Disclaimer note - my imagination not necessarily supports the laws of physics.
Furthermore, how about other possibilities. The sun will overheat and we will all fry and then the Earth will melt away - another possibility. Yes never know who will screw up that sun dial and instead of regulating the heat, will crank it up too high. After all we are one living dust particle in the Universe, and the traffic may just get worst. Yes, all we need is another dust particle bumping to us - yes another possibility. I tell you the possibilities are endless; however, I still pose one question, what does really the end of the world means, and will it happen in matter of seconds or matter of years, or million of years - are we already degrading without knowing? Many writes about the 2012 end of the world, and if you want to educate yourself on that recent hoax and the panic of some, you can read more in here. It is all about some imaginary planet Nibiru making its way to solar system and at the same time wiping us out.
However, premeditated end of the world is possible also at any minute - how about wars, how about nuclear weapons, one of the Einstein's warnings, a button to press and an evil mind - that scares me the most. That would destroy us in matter of seconds. A deadly virus created in the lab wouldn't do any justice to us either. Then population growth, hunger, naturally evolving viruses. Okay, okay I think you got the picture.
The bottom line is that I don't want to die yet. This world is too beautiful to be wasted just like that - just look around you. So I tell you what, I will pray for this world, I will pray for people to be good, and I will ask God to give us one more chance. Oh dear God, just blow those malicious particles away from the Earth, don't let them hit us, and may be when you are cold over there, just think we may be hot over here - don't touch that dial please. As of us people, I will do my job here on Earth and ensure that there will be no more evil, okay may be less evil. I think this matter, we humans can look after. After all you gave us the intelligence and rational thinking.
However, you never know may be I am too late with my prayers - so I better go and get my survival kit ready. I watched enough space movies to learn something from them. Never hurts to be positive and believe in survival. Okay who in the world is spreading that hoax again. For what! Just to get me wired. Happy life to all of you, it ain't going to happen. Peace. And just in case it will end, dear God do it when I am sleeping, I am used to my bad dreams anyway.
Oh wait my dear readers, I am not done yet. I just had wonderful discussion with my husband about killer bees. He brings up the topic, and I go over my head again. Oh no, this is not getting any better, I am going to be stung by the killer bee and die. No this cannot happen. I hate being stung. I got stung in my feet so many times, I don't want to die like that. Yes this is my panic mind at this moment. The truth is no we are not going to die because of the increasing population of bees. In fact, it is opposite, because of the declining population of bees as per second warning from Einstein. And how this works is simple. The bees are necessary for pollinating number of crops we consume. Decline in bee population means in lost crops, thus loss of food source. The population of bees been declining due to unknown factors, or if there are known factors they are theories. So how this for the end of the humanity. If bees die we die too? Yes, it is possible. Therefore, now I will pray to scientists to have a back up plan - start growing more bees or discover new method for pollinating crops because I want to live.
I have a feeling that you had enough of my speculations and blobbing here, and thinking there will be no end to this post. Therefore I am going to go now, and if you need more information there is always a Google search engine. Just type some 'end of the world' phrases and you will find thousands of links to millions and millions of websites, hopefully mine too but probably somewhere on the end - search result 1,000,000,001.
I don't drink alcohol at all, but I tell you some of my family do, and may be if you read my previous post about drinking on the trips - yeah drinking in Europe was and is very common. I still remember the martial law in Poland in early 80s, when we lived on food coupons and allowed only one bottle of vodka per household. And even better I remember those days when those who liked to drink, sat in front of the store drinking perfume and eating pickles. This being story for another day, let me then tell you this cute story about my grandmother.
The story goes - as kids my parents used to give us all kinds of vitamins. Mind you on top of that we used to eat out the garden - current, plums, apples, goose berries, strawberries - and some of them never got to the ripe state. Yes we loved sour. Yes, yes the vitamin story! Did we ever needed, never know - I guess my parents were on the mission to grow healthy kids, thus they finally got hold of this miracle multi-vitamin for us, them and my grandmother. In the liquid form, tasted just like very sweet sweet strawberry juice - and we liked it. It was hard to get this particular one, but my dad being very useful TV and radio repairman in the neighbourhood - he got all kinds of favors, and especially from the pharmacist.
You probably saying get to the point, so I will. In the late 80's we came to Canada, leaving my grandmother behind. One day my parents came across the same multi-vitamin here in Canada. Then they decided to send some to my grandmother, since our departure she wasn't able to get one. We send one bottle, then been asked for more - she loved it. She would ask, send me some more. 'I feel really really good every time I have a shot' - she would pass this message in the letters from my aunt. Yes, she loved it - so we sent more. Twenty years passed, my grandmother is now gone, resting in peace. I got married, got new home, and a bottle of the vitamin in my fridge - brand new, never opened, with label reading 12% alcohol.
Some of you can agree with me that doing laundry to most of us can be a second nature, meaning doing it without thinking. Then if we can do it without thinking, I on the other hand think about something else. I just plan things doing laundry - yes why waste time. So one day, I was washing most of the clothes in the cold water, using cold water detergent - being environmental of course. I was then thinking this is good, saving some energy not using the water heater. My water heater on the other hand sucks, it always accumulates rust water on the bottom of the tank, so instead of white clothes I get shades of of white, but that is not even a story for any day. So to make sure I at least get one post in May on my blog, I will make is short and sweet. I came up with - or may be someone already did - to go green, men should wear briefs instead of boxer shorts. Boxer shorts kind of look more stylish, but forget the style and save the energy - with briefs I can cut my laundry loads in half. But don't you talk to me about G strings for women, because all the strings would get may laundry screwed up by jamming the drum or I probably would have to untangle them one by one, and that would take forever - don't like that!. But then may be if weather permits we all should cut down on clothing. The idea of uniform continues to hover over my head, and is looking better and better every day. Got crazy go green ideas, go for it and let the world know!
My reflections - unforgettable moments with Matthew.
'The first touch,
The first smile,
The first eye to eye contact,
The first hickey, a hunger call,
The first lick on the face, a wet one,
The first hug, for the bear,
Very shy every time,
Then snuggles to me,
- its all my baby.'
I was sitting on the sofa and watching Matthew playing. He is now 11 months plus. With his little hands he takes the white Easter bunny and hugs him on the left, then on the right side, and playing shy at the same time. That was so so cute, and I wish I had the video camera, but I knew soon as I get one all will be over. I continued to watch, to my surprise, Matthew is now talking to his prayer duck, of course in his own language. Then I get up and get the camera, but the unforgettable moments are now over. Truly unforgettable.
Earlier today we went to church for Ukrainian Easter Good Friday. It was his third visit to the church. Unfortunately we were not able to take him on regular basis on Sunday before, because of his eating and sleeping schedule, especially that he likes to eat and sleep at the same times as all the church masses. Well on the parking lot we ran into two priests who knew my father and came up to greet him. One of the priests immediately ignored my dad and dived to play with Matthew. Matthew responded by pointing and reaching out to him - next thing the priest is kissing his little hands. Another unforgettable moment.
Matthew started to show true affection around nine months but earlier around six months Matthew had these interesting ways to express hunger. When hungry he would latch to my chin and give me a hickeys. He would also make suction motions with his lips where we though it was hunger, but no he was massaging his gums. But try to explain this to his uncle who insisted that I feed him - I guess he got paranoid when Matthew made a move on him with his lips. Another unforgettable moment to share.
The true affection surfaced when Matthew started to hug his blue plush bear and a big brown bear. It was and still is so cute to watch him as he embraces the big brown Bear's head with his little hands. And then it is nice to watch him when he embraces the small plush bear with his little hands and brings close to his body to hug him. Many many unforgettable moments.
'Matthew can I have kiss kiss' - we would ask. 'Matthew I love you' - we would say all the time. 'Matthew eeee eeee eeee' - we would squeak. And there he goes with his mouth wide open and tongue across my face, a wet wet lick. Unforgettable feeling.
Imagine this, twenty five kids on the bus going on the school trip, and once in the while some of them would take a bottle of Vodka from their knapsack and drink, including me. Yes, we used to drink, but it wasn't a Vodka, it was a tea or some kind of juice. Back then we didn't really have good drinking plastic bottles to bring our drink in, so we used whatever we had at home. Since the Vodka bottle was the only bottle with the screw top, that was the most popular bottle taken on the trip, some of them still with a label on it. So this is how we used to drink on the school trips in the elementary school. The scary part was that they actually let us drink on the bus while bus was in motion. Luckily we didn't damage our teeth. So one day here is me, drinking my Vodka from the bottle, suddenly I stand up on the bus and yelled out to my friend beside me - did you see this, wow? And suddenly my teacher gave me a look that I had to bury myself in the bus chair, turning red, and trying to drink my Vodka, and of course to pretend that nothing happened. Can you guess what I saw? I will give you some clues: it was in Europe, it was a big tree, parked bike on the side of the road.
I promise to write something nicer next time, but I just cannot take anymore all the crap about economic crisis. I think they are more greed crisis, than the economic crisis. The two examples on the news, 'Obama 'outraged' at AIG bonuses' - I am too, and so are the US taxpayers.
'CAW face clash over wage cuts' - Chrysler autoworkers in Canada are getting paid $76 per hour, which translates to $608 per day, $3,040 per week and $12,160 per month. Someone tell me what is wrong with this picture. There are people who make $76 per day who probably may have even more skill than the autoworkers. Never mind the spa benefit. And now I am really outraged. I think Stephen Harper, Prime Minster of Canada should speak out too. Or do I have to write him another letter?
Here are two examples, and I will call this government mistakes. So before government gives out more bailout money, please learn and more due diligence next time. I am just disappointed hearing stuff like that and I had to vent - after all some of my tax money are paying for someones massage.
About two years ago we took our 5 year old nephew and 3 year old niece to the zoo. It was hot sunny day so we really needed to have some mouth watering ice cream. We split, I took my niece and sat under the tree full of peacocks. Yes, the peacocks were hiding in the tree. We decided to be brave, and lucky no flying patties or rain from the sky. My husband took our nephew to get the ice cream. I think the ice cream man was making that ice cream from scratch since there were only few people in line and took them forever to deliver that mouth watering ice cream to us. The funny thing was that there were few young Amish girls same age or a bit older as my nephew and they couldn't take their eyes off him. I watched from far away as he would at times put his head up and pretend not to see them. It was kind of cute.
The ice cream was really being made from scratch. We gave up waiting, just sat under the tree and observed by passers and by standers. As the time lapsed, by standers would come and go. Then one cool looking guy, not good looking guy, but cool looking guy made a quick stop to have a cigarette. He played cool, blowing smoke to the sky. Good thing it was to the sky and wind was blowing away from us, because I am allergic to the second hand smoke and I can smell it miles away. This cool looking guy was not approachable, he just looked like one of those if you are lost somewhere, you rather be lost and not ask questions.
We continued to wait. Many people passed by us, especially lot of parents with children - walking, being pushed in strollers or pulled in wagons. As we watched all these people passing by, suddenly a child fell out the wagon. The parents continued to walk not seeing what happened. The victim of the situation was 1.5 or 2 years old girl. The second older child in the wagon, the brother, was reaching out with his hand saying something, but because it was loud no body could hear him. The little girl was stunned for a moment, so she just sat there for few seconds trying to recover. There were lot of people, so no body really noticed anything, just us and the cool guy.
I really underestimated the cool guy, he was actually first to notice and first to yelled out loud - 'excuse me, excuse me' - he at first said in deep cool voice. No response from parents. 'Excuse me, you lost your child' - he finally yelled really loud, and started to move towards the little girl. It all happened in matter of seconds, and since I knew that the cool guy was taking care of the business I just got myself ready just in case. The parents finally turned back, the girl started to cry. The parents picked up this little girl and just walked away - looking kind of embarrassed. Well may be this is why the cool guy is cool guy - he got no thank you, or even a nod of acknowledgment. And I was ready to give him a medal.
The moral to the story - don't underestimate others by their behaviour or look or cool look, they may be first to give you a helping hand after all, and probably the last to be thanked. And the main moral to the story is - strap your children to the wagon, especially when at the zoo, because it isn't just the zoo of animals, but zoo full of people and you can easily loose your child as these parents did.
Mr. President Barack Obama, you probably will never read this thank you letter, but I am sure you can see in people how thankful we Canadians are for your visit to Canada.
The fact that you chose to visit Canada first it means a lot, but the fact that you purchased maple leaf cookies cookies from the local baker it means even more. I actually got goose bumps hearing that on the news. Your risk, I am sure your secret service will get you in trouble later, made our Canadian baker very happy.
Mr. Obama, I watched your presidential race, but watching you being President of United States is even more impressive. Your leadership is beyond my expectations - you are definitely a people person. Your strong focus on the economic crisis and how you handling it so far is on the scale 1 to 10 - I am giving you 8. Sorry I cannot give you 10 just yet, just little too early, but I am sure you have great potential outperform.
It was also nice to watch you and our Prime Minister Mr. Harper getting along so well. You may not have the same views 100%, but I see that both of you have great respect for each other and willing to work together to get us out from the economic crisis.
Mr. Obama, thank you again. And before I conclude this thank you letter, I want to tell you that leadership as yours is needed especially during crisis. If you are good to the people, people will respond positively and will be motivated to work together on the same goal. Like they say, one person can do so much, but together we can do even more.
Enjoy your cookies and good night.
Regards,
Anna
I am sure we have done stupid things in life that are worth laughing at. I had many and this is one of them. Back in 1998 me and my husband were planning a wedding. We were very conservative trying to negotiate every item we needed as we just spend all our money on the house. We tried to prepay as much as possible – that was important item on our list of all. At that time I was working at the large corporation, had some flexibility to do some of my planning.
Needles to say, I am not very big on make up, pedicures, manicures – but looks like every bride was doing so was I. Bottom line is - I hated it. I remember I came home once from a trial makeover, oh God, I looked like a scare crow. May be it was nice, I just wasn’t too comfortable, so I guess my face was looking not very happy. But that is not the story, however, the make up was scrapped from my list – a lipstick and some powder did the job.
If not make up, then may be I just will have my nails done. Where do I start I thought – yellow pages sounds good. I flipped through and I got to the section, body shop. Have you ever shopped at The Body Shop, I did. Got some creams once. To your surprise, they have cream for every part of your body – may be that is why it is called The Body Shop. I guess calling body shop was a good start. During a lunch time I took yellow pages and got the phone number of my first contender.
- ‘Hello’ – a man answered on the other side of the phone.
- ‘Aha’ – I thought, now man are in this business too, that must be one darn good business then.
With quiet voice, not to disturb co-workers I said:
- ‘I will be getting married in 2 weeks and I would like to have my nails done’. Sudden silence.
- ‘You would like to have your nails done Miss?’ – man repeated.
- ‘Yes, yes’ – thinking he understood me.
Suddenly there is honest laugh on the other side of the phone, and the man replied:
- ‘But Miss, we don’t do nails here, we are a body shop and we fix cars, but Miss if you would like you can drop by and see what we can do’.
He had to rubbed it in.
With embarrassment and trying not to start a further conversation, I apologized and hanged up the phone. For the rest of the day I sat in front of the computer laughing to myself and having trouble concentrating. Hopefully no body saw me laughing, they probably would think I was going insane. After all we had a very busy year at work and almost every one was going insane at the same time.
That night I told my husband-to-be this eventful story, and later in the week I broke the news at the office – we had one good chuckle.
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