Getting It Off My Chest

18 02 2012

I may have a simplistic and naive view of the world, but it angers me to the core that in a world with so much war, disease, poverty, hunger, drug culture, to name but a few items, that the news media and so many government and religious leaders are so singularly focused on denying individuals (in this case those who wish to have their same sex relationship recognised) of what should be, a basic right of existence.

If you believe your actions are supported by your God.  Then you can have Him/Her to yourself.
Your Dogma is flawed, and your God is not worthy of me.

I respect religion, and those who find solace and strength through it, but that respect does not extend to the Zealots and self righteous.

Purge complete, time to resume my day!

HAPPY WEEKEND TO YOU PEOPLE! 🙂





The Death of Irony

31 05 2010

Like a lot of people I use Facebook to keep in touch with family and friends.

Often it’s fun, and often it’s humorous, and often it’s taken a lot more seriously than is probably appropriate. Today was such a day.

For weeks now it has been virtually daily occurrence to see status updates with instructions that the information be copied and pasted to your own status. Kind of repetitive and often annoying. Of course that could just be me being cynical…

Today, just for a laugh I put up a status of my own…

“If you consider yourself a unique, one of a kind individual, copy and paste this to your status… ;)”

Silly me. I honestly thought the joke was obvious, apparently not as a couple of people took the time to tell me that this would mean they really weren’t unique after all…

Duh! That was the point. On the upside, at least someone is reading my status… 😉





Something to think about…

16 02 2010

I’m struggling for inspiration today, courtesy of a pretty heinous migraine so I’m going to leave you with these two thoughts.

  • How deep would the oceans be if the sponges didn’t live there?

and…

  • If you microwave instant coffee, do you go back in time?




Ghostly Visitation?

5 06 2009

I’m a firm believer that there’s more to life than meets the eye.  That science doesn’t explain everything.
That there’s room for the Supernatural in our lives.  Most religions tell of supernatural happenings.

There’s just too much out there that can’t be explained.  I don’t consider myself religious, but I would call myself open minded.  I believe there’s more to life than what we see, I’m just not necessarily ready to accept conventional explanations.  There’s two copies of the bible, the First and New Testament, there are many different religions, most of which have similarities, and yet are so different.

For me, the Bible, and it’s equivalents are books.  Books are marketed, who’s to say that there wasn’t some primitive or base Marketing team out there…  But, I digress…

Now that I’ve placed the disclaimer, I had a very interesting experience this morning, and Mum was there, and experienced it also.  Strange, and yet comforting…

In the family lounge room there are two windows that open directly onto the driveway.  If these windows are open too far you can’t drive the car past.  So, they’ve rarely ever been opened, and in fact it was an unspoken rule that they stay closed.

This morning started out as a beautiful day, blue skies, sun, so I opened all the blinds, and all the windows.

Not too long after while I was in the lounge room I was hit with a strong smell.  Not unpleasant, not even remotely.  It was the smell of my father.  Mouth wash, soap, aftershave.

It was strong enough I called for Mum, she came into the room and she smelt it too.

At which point we looked at each other, and closed the windows.  The smell went away, but the morning’s events certainly weren’t over.

Mum called me to her room as here was a slight bluish glare coming from her bathroom.  I have to point out at this stage that the bathroom is totally white, and there’s nothing blue in there.  Dad wore a lot of blue though.

So while she stood in the entrance to the bedroom I walked into check, as I did the door started to swing close.  Strange…

I walked to the bathroom to find nothing there, but it was quite cool, cool enough that the hairs on my arms were raised.  But, there was a very tangible warmth coming from the bathroom.  A warmth that you could feel by stretching out your hand.  I thought I was imagining it, but when Mum joined me she felt it too.

She said it was reminiscent of when Dad used to use the bathroom and had the bar radiator on.  Incidentally, it’d not been turned on at all, so there was no logical explanation.

We got the message, close the windows, and stop breaking the rules… 😉

It was also very comforting for Mum.  In Dad’s last days, Mum had said to Dad, “If there’s another side, give me a sign”.

Now I don’t care if you don’t believe, you don’t have to.  We do, and it’s very comforting for Mum to know, that she’s not alone.

Eery, strange, but comforting.  There’s more to the world than we realise.





Drawing to a Close

4 06 2009

It’s only just occurred to me that as of this moment, I only have 5 sleeps left in Melbourne.

A whole month has passed in the blink of an eye, and in that blink I’ve run the gauntlet of emotions.  In fact I’m still not entirely sure how I feel.  Other than numb, and a lot in denial.  It just doesn’t feel real.

I’m sure it’ll hit me like a wall once I get back to my own home back in Seattle.

Until then, it’ll be nose to the grindstone while I finalise the last of the paperwork and get everything tidied away.

There just aren’t enough hours in a day.

I am very, very fortunate though to have a supportive family and exceptionally fantastic friends.  So in case I don’t get the opportunity.  Thank you!

Now, I’m off to have a quiet drink.

So “Cheers” to you all!





The signs are there…

14 05 2009

It’s been a strange couple of days.  I’m prepared to accept that there may be alternate theories, but I’m also a little bit “out there” in my own personal beliefs.

There’s so much happening around us that you can’t but help wonder that there’s not more to it all than perhaps we’re led to believe or conventional religion may have you believe.  Perhaps it’s even just wishful thinking.

To me, it feels like past family, friends and pets, or at the very least, their energies are drawing closer, to reassure and guide, and it’s comforting.

Now it’s time to head back to the hospital to change shift…





I have a theory…

29 04 2009

Over the last few months I’ve been getting back in contact with numerous people that I used to go to school with.  People I’ve not seen in at least 20 years.

So it’s been a bit of a blast from the past, and an ego trip all at the same time.

Some of them look exactly as I remember them, taking into account we’re all adults now, while others…  Well perhaps not so much, they’re recognisable, but seeing them makes me feel a whole lot better about myself.

Now I know I’ve battled with my weight my entire life, often losing the battle, but I have a theory about that, and that is that while I’ve been overweight for most of my life (I’m working on rectifying that even now) I believe that the excess weight I’ve had has plumped my skin out nicely over the years so that as it’s finally melted away, I’ve been left with a lot less lines than some other people my age.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very happy about that! 😉

I look my age, I rarely get asked for I.D. when purchasing alcohol or entering a venue that has an age limit, but all that taken into account I really don’t think I’m doing so badly.

The big school reunion, the 20 year one is next year, I’m even more determined to work my ass off now (literally)!

Waking up early tomorrow morning for the gym doesn’t feel quite so bad now… 😉