Monday, March 30, 2009

The unusual, usual and surprising...

Good evening, tonight I really had it in my mind to discuss my pet peeves, but I just want to take a weird side step.
About a month ago an elderly couple warded off a home invasion but the thieves got away with the female octogenarian’s wedding band. They both were interviewed on the evening news and were quite incredible with their explanation of what had transpired, amazing for two such older eyewitnesses.
Tonight on the same news channel, the husband in that previous piece was arrested, apparently while trying to get the best investigation information they took the couples, with their permission, computer to examine, and what they found was many folders of Child Pornography!
Yuck! Just too awful for words, and shame on them!

That is one of my pet peeves how we all take old age as criteria for doing no wrong.
I realized that early on when I was still in my thirties when my Father took me to task when I told him that I had helped out an elderly hitch hiker who said he just needed a lift to the gas station, he had run out of gas on the bridge into town, it was less than a two mile ride.
But when I told my Dad who at the time was himself in his 70’s he asked me pointedly you don’t think an old man could hurt you? And my answer was simple and now I realize stupid, no I said. Well, my dad said, they can! But he never ever did so I guess my only experience was with him, see how naïve I was, and by then I was a married woman with two children. I have not given any hitch hikers a ride since.

I know I may anger some religious folks with this next pet peeve, but I still feel I must say something. Having faith in something anything even if it is just oneself or no one at all is a very personal thing and I am still constantly bombarded by emails that specify certain beliefs that I may or may not agree with. Cuteness is not an excuse even when you are spewing one faith or one type of belief that may not be mine, I am personally insulted when anyone assumes that because they believe that it is adorable or so sweet that a child has faith in so and so that I should also think it is just peachy keen too.
Well, I don’t, and you don’t know my religious beliefs since I keep that personal as you should too. I also don’t like it when people get angry when you don’t believe what they do and try to convert you because their way is the only way!
Give me a break!
There are hundreds, maybe thousands of religions on this planet and I am sure everyone believes theirs is the only way, but don’t expect me to. Being an American has given me the right to believe what I want and so I do.
People died for me to have that privilege, and I would never disrespect that.

Next I would like to attack the topic of people who never ever have volunteered in their entire lives for anything, because, get this it doesn’t pay you anything!
I have been a volunteer since I was 20 years old on, (my husband was eighteen when he became a volunteer fireman) and off through working fulltime jobs, going to college, and raising my sons, where there is a will there is a way!
Anyone who thinks that I have been independently wealthy would be sorely mistaken I have done this for the joy of helping others. Some people are lazy I think. For me though, up until two years ago I was actively involved even with my unstable health issues. Come on people if you have nothing to do and your health is not preventing you from driving a car or walking, do something!
Whenever things got rough I learned from others how much worse that they could be.
It kills me to see people just wasting time, and using other things as excuses.
And I also miss it a little, but life now is a difficult chore for me these days.
Sometimes I wonder without direction or production why I am still here.
Recently, I was reminded that MS can be fatal and I won’t take that lying down, excuse the sicko pun. (Had to add the ‘O’ so you would realize that I didn’t mean what the kids use sick for, good and awesome.)
I suppose some of this self questioning could be attributed to me dropping and breaking another salad plate today that I really thought I had, and it hadn’t happened in a while.
You see dropping things are a symptom of my MS, and I had been trying to be so careful.
Thankfully the Superglue my husband used seemed to work, but I am barred from handling the ironstone ware, indefinitely, another chore taken from me.
I sadden daily thinking about that so many things of which I am no longer capable of doing like gardening, feeding the birds since the feeder is up too high for my shoulders to reach, walking in the yard since my scooter needs a solid path and the canes hurt my shoulders too much… oh well.

Sorry for all that! But where else if not here?
Good night to all and to all count your blessings and I will try too!

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