Well, winter has finally fallen upon us here in Calgary. Winter actually fell a few days ago when it snowed a bit and the temperature was below zero. Even though it may have snowed a few days ago, I take my cue from the birds.
Birds generally form their beautiful V shape and fly south for the winter. On this particular day last week I noticed there was an abnormal amount of birds in the sky. I felt as though I was in Hitchcock's The Birds. I love my drive home because I get to look at the city centre and the snowcapped mountains that serve as it's back drop. I was completely distracted by the birds. I was distracted by them because of the beautiful chaos. Beautiful because of the way nature works. Chaos because I don't think they had a clue where they were going. Birds were flying in every direction. Picture a pregnant woman with her husband and kids at home. The woman's water breaks... dad starts to panic... grabs whatever is close by and runs out the door. On his way out he realizes he needs his wife and should probably take the kids because they are too small to stay at home. Needless to say he runs back in the house grabs them and then dashes again out the door. The birds that day were no different. I think they forgot that winter was a season.
So the birds finally arrive in the south. they are safe and they are sound but their little bird hearts are racing faster than a cheetah. They then make a resolution to be more prepared for next winter. Let's face it, people and birds are very similar... both deny winter for as long as they possibly can.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Are people really THAT dishonest??
Generally I try not to rant on my blog but I figure it is entertaining for you and cathartic to me. Plus, people tend to give me reasons to rant.
When I was working at the elustrious shelter I used to park my car in the underground parkade (for staff only). One day as I was gracefully leaving work I thought to myself "I wonder if someone would leave a note on my car if they scratched it with their car door?" The answer came about thirty seconds later and became extremely ironic. Someone did in fact scratch and dent the door and did not leave a note. I knew who was parked beside me and asked him if he hit my car door and surprisingly said no. What a surprise. I then asked the other person who was parked there in the morning and surprsingly she had the same answer. Both stated that they would leave a note had they done something like this. My next thought: You are so going to hell for lying to me right now.
C'mon people, you KNOW when you hit someone's door with yours. You KNOW because you check to see if you left a scratch or a mark... You KNOW because that you use your thumb or finger to wipe away the evidence or to see if there is a scratch...
Case in point: a person (name withheld for insurance reasons) drives into a parking lot at the mall and the passenger (name witheld for insurance reasons) opens their door and hits the one beside them. The passenger looks at the driver and says "Um, yeah, we can't park here. We need to move." Granted there was no damage but still... there was the knowledge of hitting and the checking... hmmm.
I digress. At work the other day I came out to the parking lot (not underground and any tom DICK and harry can park there) and noticed a nice three part scratch on the door. Seriously?! How stupid can you be to hit the car not only once but twice and wait... three times? I guess people are that stupid. And they didn't leave a note.
I'm not here to get money from people it is the principle of the matter. I would not call their insurance company. I would thank them for their honesty (if they leave their number) and leave it at that because it's just a car. I just wish people would be more honest.
As I sit here and rant about this I am sure you are wondring if I would leave a note. The answer is no I wouldn't because I wouldn't hit someone's door with mine.
When I was working at the elustrious shelter I used to park my car in the underground parkade (for staff only). One day as I was gracefully leaving work I thought to myself "I wonder if someone would leave a note on my car if they scratched it with their car door?" The answer came about thirty seconds later and became extremely ironic. Someone did in fact scratch and dent the door and did not leave a note. I knew who was parked beside me and asked him if he hit my car door and surprisingly said no. What a surprise. I then asked the other person who was parked there in the morning and surprsingly she had the same answer. Both stated that they would leave a note had they done something like this. My next thought: You are so going to hell for lying to me right now.
C'mon people, you KNOW when you hit someone's door with yours. You KNOW because you check to see if you left a scratch or a mark... You KNOW because that you use your thumb or finger to wipe away the evidence or to see if there is a scratch...
Case in point: a person (name withheld for insurance reasons) drives into a parking lot at the mall and the passenger (name witheld for insurance reasons) opens their door and hits the one beside them. The passenger looks at the driver and says "Um, yeah, we can't park here. We need to move." Granted there was no damage but still... there was the knowledge of hitting and the checking... hmmm.
I digress. At work the other day I came out to the parking lot (not underground and any tom DICK and harry can park there) and noticed a nice three part scratch on the door. Seriously?! How stupid can you be to hit the car not only once but twice and wait... three times? I guess people are that stupid. And they didn't leave a note.
I'm not here to get money from people it is the principle of the matter. I would not call their insurance company. I would thank them for their honesty (if they leave their number) and leave it at that because it's just a car. I just wish people would be more honest.
As I sit here and rant about this I am sure you are wondring if I would leave a note. The answer is no I wouldn't because I wouldn't hit someone's door with mine.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Monkey Business
Dave and I recently went to Utah for Canadian Thanksgiving. Who in their right mind goes to another country to celebrate their own country's holiday? Well, we do. Actually we went to a church conference and visited with friends whom I haven't seen in a few years and whom Dave had never met. We stayed with a friend Janaya and her husband Burton. We were driving home one night and monkeys came up. Janaya proceeded to tell us that human beings are so obsessed with monkeys (or any primate) that you cannot go for one day without hearing about or seeing something to do with monkeys. Since that day, Dave and I have seen and or heard about a monkey or something related to a monkey every single day.
I challenge you here and now to look for or hear about the not so elusive monkey. It's kind of crazy that you cannot do the same thing with man's best friend.
I challenge you here and now to look for or hear about the not so elusive monkey. It's kind of crazy that you cannot do the same thing with man's best friend.
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