Sunday, 24 February 2013

Five (5) lessons about the way we treat people

I get a lot of emails and  read a lot stuff on face book. Sometimes things come along and they are too good not to share . This is such an occasion. 

Keep Smiling and treat people with kindness. ^_^

Five (5) lessons about the way we treat people

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor

Gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read

The last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the

cleaning woman several times. She was tall,

dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question

blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if

the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely, " said the professor. "In your careers,

you will meet many people. All are significant. They

deserve your attention and care, even if all you do

is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her

name was Dorothy. 

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 p..m., an older African American

woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway

trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had

broken down and she desperately needed a ride.

Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car..

A young white man stopped to help her, generally

unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man

took her to safety, helped her get assistance and

put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his

address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a

knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a

giant console colour TV was delivered to his home. A

special note was attached.

It read:

"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway

the other night. The rain drenched not only my

clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.

Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying

husband's' bedside just before he passed away... God

bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving



Mrs. Nat King Cole. 

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
Who serve. 

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,

A 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and

sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in

front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and

studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the

waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on

the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice

cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress

came back, she began to cry as she wiped down
the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had

to have enough left to leave her a tip. 

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path. 

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a

roadway.. Then he hid himself and watched to see if

anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the

King's' wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by

and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the

King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did

anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of

vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the

peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the

stone to the side of the road. After much pushing

and straining, he finally succeeded. After the

peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed

a purse lying in the road where the boulder had

been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note

from the King indicating that the gold was for the

person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The

peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve

our condition. 

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a

hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who 

was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only

chance of recovery appeared to be a blood

transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had

miraculously survived the same disease and had 

developed the antibodies needed to combat the

illness. The doctor explained the situation to her

little brother, and asked the little boy if he would

be willing to give his blood to his sister. 

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a

deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will

save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed

next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing

the color returning to her cheek. Then his face

grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a

trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the

doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his

sister all of his blood in order to save her. 

Most importantly.... ”Live with no regrets,
Treat people the way you want to be treated,
Work like you don’t need the money,
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
                     and Dance like you do when nobody’s watching.” 


 I opened my emails this morning and I found this little funny sent to me by my dearest close friend. It was too cute not to share. I hope it makes you smile too. 


THREE LITTLE BOYS were concerned because they couldn't get anyone to play with them. 

They decided it was because they had not been baptized and didn't go to Sunday school. 

So they went to the nearest church. But, only the janitor was there. 


One little boy said, "we need to be baptized because no one will come out and play with us. 

Will you baptize us?" 

  "Sure," said the janitor. 

He took them into the bathroom and dunked their little heads in the toilet bowl, one at a time.

Then he said, "You are now baptized!" 

  When they got outside, one of them asked, "'what religion do you think we are?" 

The oldest one said, "We're not Kathlick, because they pour the water on you." 

"We're not Babtis, because they dunk all of you in the water." 

"We're not Methdiss, because they just sprinkle water on you." 

The littlest one said, "didn't you smell that water?" 

They all joined in asking, 'Yeah! What do you think that means?'

"I think it means we're Pissbitarian!" 

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Today's giggle..........

I read this today on face book and it was too funny not to share! ENJOY ^_^

"A man doing market research for the Vaseline Company knocked at the door and was greeted by a young woman with three small children running around at her feet. “I’m doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the product?”
She said, “Yes. My husband and I use it all the time.”
 “If you don’t mind my asking,” he said, “what do you use it for?” “We use it for sex,” she said.
The researcher was a little taken aback. “Usually people lie to me and say they use it on a child’s bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge. But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for sex. I admire you for your honesty. Since you’ve been so frank so far, can you tell me exactly HOW you use it for sex?”
The woman said, “I don’t mind telling you at all. My husband and I put it on the doorknob and it keeps the kids out.”
What were you thinking …….."

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Monday, 18 February 2013

The woman inside......

There she was, standing, bare feet, allowing the sand to caress her toes. The waves played softly at her heels. With each brush, she felt alive.

She was alone. Alone with her self, her mind, her body. Her thoughts free to roam. Not really thinking about anything, yet still thinking about everything.

She needed this space, this escape from her world, her life, her work. It was all too much, too busy, she felt trapped. 

She was unaware of how she got here, but she was at total peace. It was quiet. Only the sound of the waves rushing in, and the sea air whispering softly in her ears.

She looked around. No one was there. Not a soul. Strange she thought, it was a lovely evening, warm, usually such nights attracted more people? But she didn't let it spoil the almost spiritual feeling she was getting as the sun slowly began to set behind the horizon. 

With each deep breath she felt alive. She looked at herself, and saw how beautiful she had become. Her hair long, wild, and freely dancing about her shoulders. Her body slim, womanly, and no longer in pain. She began to laugh,   not because it was funny, but because it was joyous. It was like the past twenty years had been erased from her body. Gone. Left standing there was the woman she was, the woman trapped inside. FREED.

She started to run. Run, skip, splash in the waves like an infant child. Delighted with her new self. It was as if the waves were washing away all the bad things, and leaving her with what was always meant to be.

She ran faster, testing out her new body. For years she had craved to be able to just run, but her body was her prison. Stopping her from doing the things she wanted, and turning her into someone that had once been desired, to just someone of just companion status. She hated this most about herself.

Life was robbing her of her youth, and with each passing year her lover faded away. Oh he said he loved her, but for her it wasn't enough, she had to feel it, see it, touch it. It was her secret fountain of youth. Without it she was dying, dying a slow painful death. Her soul was crying, for it remembered every touch, every sweet caress, very lusty word of passion. But it was all gone.

But at this moment she was running, and laughing, and free. She held her self, her arms and hands feeling every new curve. Her breasts perfect perky peaks, her legs long and shapely. She looked around and assured herself that no one was there, and she stripped off her clothing and ran into the water. Screaming at the sudden cold, but dove head first into the soothing waves.

Suddenly she thought of her lover. What would he think of her new self? She couldn't wait to show him. She swam back to shore and gathered her clothes, dressing quickly. Her dress clinging tightly on her body.

She walked quickly. The sand no longer an obstacle it once was. Nervous pangs danced in her belly, as she wondered what he'd say, or do? She walked for what seemed like ages. There was no end to this beach. How long had she been here? How far had she run?

It was getting darker. Fear was creeping in. She started running, but the shore line just keep going on and on and on. 

Panicked now she could not find her way home. She started crying. Uncontrollable sobs. She was lost, alone, cold, and afraid.

She sat down and tried to gather her thoughts, and think logically, but  nothing made any sense. Not giving up she got back on her  feet and began walking. Sooner or later she would find a way off the beach, or find people, surely?

Exhausted, she fell on to the sand. She closed her eyes for just a moment and sleep over came her. 

"Mummy, Mummy, I wet the bed......" came a soft voice weeping near her ear.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking around at her new surroundings. She was home. In her bed. Her lover sleeping soundly beside her, and her son standing by her bedside soaked to the bone.

She quickly looked down at her body, and it was all back to how it was. The feeling was bitter sweet.

"Mummy! I need a shower." her son grumbled.

"Yes you do, come on." She got up, and let her body adjust. It had stiffen during the night. 

She was home. This was her family. 

She popped her son in the shower and looked in the mirror. It was all gone. She sighed sadly, and accepted her fate, it was nice while it lasted, but she was happy to be back where she belonged. She was about to turn away when something caught her eye. 

She looked back in the mirror, and there, just for a brief moment she saw her. The woman, the woman trapped inside. She was skipping and smiling, right there in her eyes. This made her smile, and instantly her body relaxed. She blinked once and she was gone.

It was OK. She knew where to find her. She had never really gone away. She was just forgotten. 

Thursday, 14 February 2013


26 years ago today, my hubby, at that point my new boyfriend bought me a card and a stuffed Garfield cat that you could stick to the back window of your car. You remember the ones that looked scared and held the sign that read “HELP ME”! It was a tease about my driving. It was so sweet. My first Valentine gift! I still have the card too.

However I didn't want him to 'Feel' he had to conform to society and only use this day, "VALENTINES DAY" to express how he felt. Anyone can be sweet once a year when told. I personally hated the whole marketing money making theme behind the sweet smell of the flowers! Even back then at the young age of 17, I knew what I wanted from a loving relationship, and I wanted to start off the right way.

Well this instantly made me a pretty easy, no hard high maintainable girl here, type girlfriend. Yep that's me. It's not to say I don't like getting small affectionate gifts, or flowers, or a thoughtful gesture. I do. I LOVE IT.

When we were first married, he worked shift work. I would sometimes come home, and find messages on the eggs, you know silly faces, and I love you, or eat him not me! There were notes in the freezer, on under my pillow, or in the washing machine. I adored this. Occasionally I'd find a chain of messages where I would be left clues, until I found whatever sweet thought was left for me.

To me it said, today I thought of you, Today I missed you, Today I gave up my time to make you smile because I love you and no other reason. Do you have any idea how HOT that is?

Sadly these days have long gone. Kids, stress, life has all taken over, and he never does it any more. He shows me in other ways, like supporting me with the kids, and sharing the household duties. But between you and me I do miss it A LOT.

How many boyfriends are going to get it wrong today? Flowers and chocolate will not make up for being an ass the rest of the time? What about all the single lonely people today? Let’s just shove it in their face that today no one cares. I hate this the most about this day.

Tokens of affection mean so much more when it comes from your heart. Don’t you think? That spare of the moment thought, when he actually thought of me, and how this would make me smile. That is what makes it all the more sweet. It's how I treat him; it's how couples should treat each other. My hubby has never bought me a VALENTINES day gift since that day. I guess women all over are saying you dumb girl. Maybe I am? I only get flowers when I have a baby. My Hubby says if he was to just bring me flowers out of the blue my first reaction would be “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” He might be right, because he never does. Not that I ever meant that I didn’t want flowers, just not on Valentines day. But honestly, a small picked flower from the garden and handed to me with no words, just a small kiss would light up my world….he might do that one day? Lol

So basically what I am saying is…… Don't just leave it for 1 day a year, where's the love in that? Show them how you feel out of the blue. We all need reminding. It will spice up your life. ^_^

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

..and another Bye Bye

He is off to his new home tonight with his new mummy, and he is already getting so much love. Bye Bye Ollie ♥
So glad you got better....

....and Yes I am crying like a bloody silly cat lady! 

You will always be my Tiger!

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Bye bye.........

Well Miss Soxy just left to start her new life in her new home. We are not sure what her name will be

now, but the people looked very loving and nice. She will have 3 girls fussing over her now. As for 

me well I haven't stopped crying yet, but I will. Molly watched her go, and she and I sat and had a 

cuddle while I sobbed in her fur. She is OK, just wanted food, me well it might take a few hours. I 

have to do this again on Monday. It is bloody going to kill me. 

We went to the Vet, and $229.80 later, thank you VISA, we came home with one wormed and 

vaccinated kitten, and and one with medicated drops to take twice a day. He has a cold. He should 

make a good recovery, fingers crossed, but he isn't going anywhere for the next 4 days min. In the

mean time we have to try and keep him rested, and away as much as possible from mummy, and his


I have informed the one lady who was kind of interested. Well sometimes I am too honest for my

own good. So we shall see if this changes her mind?? If it does, well then it will be 4 cats for us, 

as do not have the heart to put him down, and let's face it, a pet shop wont want him as he is. The 

next few days should tell us if he will come good or not, but the vet seemed positive and said it was

common, he just is a bit weaker than the others.

Oh and the one with the sore eye, is nothing to be worried about. He said if it gets worst then, we

are to use the cream we have for mum, but while it is all clear, he just needs, rest and time. 3 days

he should be all good. I hope he is right, cause Monday after noon his new owner is coming to get 

him. Well it isn't bad, just a bit droopy. Good news though, I haven't heard him sneeze at all today.

So now I am going to make a start on dinner, and chop some onions and cry it all out. I will be OK, 

and so will these kittens. My credit card is another story, but such is life!

Forgive me if all my happy thoughts have run away to hide......

"Let the cat have kittens" he said. "It would be good for the kids" he said. "I will do everything and find them homes" he said. "Don't get attached" he said!

Well I thought they were just darling. But I always knew that I would shed a little tear when they left, but I would be OK because I have two kitty's already which I love to bits.

Now we have a new kitten to add to the mix because HE got attached, as did the children, and me too, but I still could give him to a good home!

But Mummy cat got all run down from the constant demands of four children wanting to suck the life from her. So we were back to the vet. $140 later, with a tube of eye cream, and a not so nice shot in her neck, and who is the one playing nurse to the cat??? ME!

Grateful the kittens didn't seem to be coming down with mums cold, or whatever it is, A VIRUS, the vet said. I had her all up to date with her shots, I did all the right responsible things, but when they have babies it is common for them to get run down. NO JOKE! She is a very good mummy too, so she probably did put her self last, isn't that a trap we all fall into?

Then I was the one who was on orders from the vet to get the litter of kittens eating so that mum can rest up a bit. Great. Four kittens, and not one the slightest bit interested in food. So mummy Molly cat and uncle Neo cat enjoyed all the extra food, but soon the little ones took interest, and after about a week we had them eating. YEAH!

BUT when we eat we must go do poo poo, so now I have 6 cats doing their business in the two litter trays, and YES, it is me constantly either cleaning up after them or NAGGING the kids to sort it out!

Now that the kittens are eating and toilet trained they are ready to go. After all the turn 6 weeks on Tuesday. I want to advertise them on Gum Tree, and make posters and leave them about. FREE KITTENS!

Hubby said "NO". He didn't want strangers coming to the house. He would take them to the pet shop. So I rang a few, and guess what! They are all FULL, and they have waiting LISTS. So we joined the list. We are 15th. JOY. That means by the time the kittens have a place they would be not so small and cute any more!! 

So I called the RSPCA, animal shelter to find out about their adoption process. But it wasn't a sure bet they wouldn't destroy the animal and I couldn't bring myself to do that.Not to mention the $57 surrender fee.

So my daughter's boyfriend set up a face book event, PUBLIC, and soon I was emailing people back and forth with information about the kittens. 

We found 2 homes after a few YES we will have him, then oh sorry we can't any more. That happened 4 times, I felt like a bloody yo yo.  Yeah you have a home, to noooooooooo, back to the drawing board.

But Great! One kitten is going this afternoon, and the other just waiting on it's new owner to be, to get set up and then she is coming. So happy we have just 1 kitten left, besides the one we are keeping. SUCKERS I know, I know, the vet nurse said the same thing. By the way we are now on first name bases, and she calls me to check on Molly and the babies too. You can see that I must be spending a bit of time down there, and MONEY!!!!

So you are thinking why is it that I am so upset and stressed and frustrated and worried................WELL...............

In the last 24 hours two kittens...........the one no one wants, and the one who is going to be picked up any day now have started sneezing. One with a weepy eye. FUCK! I think they have caught mums virus.

So we are off to the vet this morning, and these kittens that were not going to be MY PROBLEM are now MY PROBLEM, because I can't let them get sick, or give them away in good conscience if they are sick. SO I am sat here with the knowledge that today, our kitten will be vaccinated and wormed, and the other two will most likely be treated like their mum was, and that it at $140 each. I already owe $400 on my credit card, and now that it is likely to jump through the roof.

Plus our cats, are getting De-Sexed soon. So that is another few $100. 

The good thing is they are still playful, and eating, and happy. They just sneeze! There is also the worry that when the owner comes to get him, she might change her mind if he is sneezing, and then we will be stuck with him, and we are not allowed to have more than 2 cats as is!!!

So I am not having a good day. I have kittens running all over the house, trying to get outside, and under the lounge, and up the curtains, eating me out of cat food like no ones business, and pooping like troopers. With STRANGERS coming to the house soon, and a Hubby who is very happy at work, not getting involved at all, other to say that I am pissing him off with all my worrying. 

I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS. Let's just make sure we are clear on that point. I made that VERY CLEAR. I know myself, and right now, with school fees, and a wave of bills due to arrive any day now, I needed this set back like a gun to the head!

I'd say come on lotto but I can't even afford a bloody ticket! 

Sorry people, but if I didn't vent it here, I would explode it with my loved ones and that would just end things very badly and I don't need that to add to my worries.

So I shall post this and get in the shower, and get these kittens to the VET! I will keep you posted.