Truer words in my humble opinion have never been spoken. You never know what your gonna get until you bite into one. Yes life is like that, if you don't take a bite, you will never know what could have been.
So I'm sitting here thinking about Forest Gump, what a brilliantly written character, so innocent yet so wise, dumb as a post but smart at the same time. "Stupid is as stupid does" yes absolutely and further to that any descriptive would work, "Happy is as happy does", live your life as if you are setting an example every single day and that example is being set for the most important person or people in your life. My important people are my kids, I want them to see their mom as a happy caring compassionate fun loving concerned with their well being person and the example I want to set for them is "Loving is as Loving does".
Life is one big box of chocolates, it's full of surprises and disappointments. Like a box of chocolates there will be the favourites and the not so favourites. For everyone they will be different. Every individual has their own taste and it's not our place to judge someone because they like a flavour we don't. That's perfectly fine, look at it this way at least you don't have to fight over the same favourites right? When we start judging people we forget that we too have a differing opinion and how would we feel if someone passes judgement on us?
Forest Gump as simple as he was, was incredibly deep where it mattered. His word was gold and if he made someone a promise he did everything possible to see it through. How many of us can say the same. How many shallow promises have we made to our important and not so important people? How many times have we had to disappoint? Why? Is our word not gold? Are we not genuine? Do we make promises to elevate our status at the moment and not worry about the consequence when we are unable to deliver? I promised my kids I would take them to Disneyland, I told them when I can afford it I would do it. I did not tell them year after year that we are going then not go. If I did that, they would give up the hope that it would actually happen. Unfortunately they have been disappointed time and time again by a parent who thinks making promises to elevate his status in their eyes is ok. Well it's not.
My kids know that when I tell them we are going to do something, we do it. I learned years ago that it's not fair to them to get their hopes up for something I cannot deliver. Yet, they put blind faith in promises made and time and time again are sadly disappointed. But they trust, and one day that trust and hope will run out, as I have learned from an insightful individual and I think it's because of what happens when we are kids. What our parents do to our fragile psyche with empty promises can stay with us through adulthood. I will not do that to my kids, my parents didn't do that to me, it's not how I was raised and because of that I am able to hope and to have faith. I know my life is what I make it, but I also know I'm not alone in this journey and I have unwavering faith that I will be carried through the trying times as well as celebrating the good times.
Every morning, I select three cards from my Ascended Masters Oracle Card Deck, for anyone reading this who is not familiar with the Ascended Masters they are what you would call the enlightened individuals who cross the different religions and beliefs. Individuals featured in this deck are, Jesus, Mary, Lakshmi, Thor, Apollo, Archangel Michael, St. Francis, Merlin, Isis, to name a few. The messages on these cards are positive, there is nothing dark or evil about them they are strictly for personal guidance and insight. Lately I have been drawing on Jesus and the message on the card is "Open your heart to love" I thought it was open, I'm a pretty loving person but lately for some reason I am being reminded to be open, and likely it's because there will be a situation that will require me to take the path of love where I normally wouldn't.
At the beginning of the Olympics there was allot of criticism about what we were not doing right, I was embroiled in it and frustrated as were so many proud Canadians. Those mornings I continually drew the card "Detach from drama" good advice? You bet, because once I let it go I started enjoying the Olympics and all the drama settled down. This is advice I turn to every morning, I don't start my day without my three cards and the messages in them, some mornings they may not be telling me what I want to hear, but I know it's what I need to hear. It's my "Spiritual is as Spiritual does" it's my reminder that we are not alone, and that we have to live every day like it's the most important day of our lives. Our individual box of chocolates. Savour every single one of them even if it's not your favourite flavour, keep in mind once you get through it, next one may be better.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, if we all looked at life like Forest Gump, in it's simplest purest form then maybe we wouldn't see it is so bad or disappointing or what ever negative label you want to put on it. Take your box of chocolates, go sit on a bench in a park and savour every last one of them it's all you get.
With much love, light and huge box of chocolates,
Tammy.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Why Now?
Today I had the honour and privilege of a heart wrenching conversation with a friend from my distant past. It was a conversation that has me processing what we discussed and trying to fathom the utter crap this person has endured over the years. The gap has closed over a twenty six year chasm and I find myself in an interesting position of being able to gladly offer assistance on their path to wellness.
Once upon a short time this person was very important to me, today I discovered they still are. I sit here feeling that somehow I missed something very important, a task perhaps? One that may have saved this person undue anguish and hurt. I know we don't always control our destiny. We make choices and decisions that will change our paths forever. This individual made such a decision so many years ago, and while it wasn't my choice there wasn't much I could do about it. I wonder how different their life would have been had that decision not been made.
There is no fault, and no blame. There is forgiveness and compassion. There is a sadness knowing that I could have prevented so much if given the chance so many years ago, or could I have? There was a reason our paths went separate ways as much as there is a reason they have crossed once more. I know my place in this world, it has taken me many many years to accept it and I embrace it with all my heart. I have been given the gift of healing. Not in the way Jesus did it, I don't work miracles I can't cure decease. I do however have the ability to see what others might miss and I know what to say and how to say it in order to help. I have specific training that assists an individual with their own healing. I have been guided to do this, so I do. No questions asked.
I believe this individual has come back into my life because they are, for lack of a better word, broken. Not by anything they may have done to themselves but by what another individual has inflicted on them over an extended period of time. I know I can help this healing process, even from a distance. I know I have heart enough for both of us, I can spare some, and it's is my absolute pleasure to be able to do this. I offered and it was accepted and I will focus as much energy as possible on helping. My heart is temporarily reserved for this individuals well being. No worries for my family, it's big enough and strong enough to get the job done, without compromise to them.
This heart felt blog is my way of committing to assisting this person, from afar, to heal the horrific wounds inflicted. I could have prevented this, I feel it in my bones. But that wasn't part of the plan. I'm here now and this is the plan. Maybe I'm assuming too much, maybe this isn't what is intended but I can't help but wonder, why after twenty six years did this conversation occur? This is what I'm here for, this is not the first time I have been called on for help, even if indirectly. This individual did not ask for help, I offered because I saw it is needed. This individual asked for much more by not asking, and I will gladly give. I feel their pain, I feel their anguish, it's not mine to own it's mine to heal.
It is with great humility that I accept this task and although it may take time, I know this person is destine to a happy healthy existence and anything I can do to assist is only a message away. If only for a quick "hi, just checking in". I can do this work behind the scenes, no need for constant contact, unless it's needed that is.
With much love, light and maybe an answer to, why now?
Tammy.
Once upon a short time this person was very important to me, today I discovered they still are. I sit here feeling that somehow I missed something very important, a task perhaps? One that may have saved this person undue anguish and hurt. I know we don't always control our destiny. We make choices and decisions that will change our paths forever. This individual made such a decision so many years ago, and while it wasn't my choice there wasn't much I could do about it. I wonder how different their life would have been had that decision not been made.
There is no fault, and no blame. There is forgiveness and compassion. There is a sadness knowing that I could have prevented so much if given the chance so many years ago, or could I have? There was a reason our paths went separate ways as much as there is a reason they have crossed once more. I know my place in this world, it has taken me many many years to accept it and I embrace it with all my heart. I have been given the gift of healing. Not in the way Jesus did it, I don't work miracles I can't cure decease. I do however have the ability to see what others might miss and I know what to say and how to say it in order to help. I have specific training that assists an individual with their own healing. I have been guided to do this, so I do. No questions asked.
I believe this individual has come back into my life because they are, for lack of a better word, broken. Not by anything they may have done to themselves but by what another individual has inflicted on them over an extended period of time. I know I can help this healing process, even from a distance. I know I have heart enough for both of us, I can spare some, and it's is my absolute pleasure to be able to do this. I offered and it was accepted and I will focus as much energy as possible on helping. My heart is temporarily reserved for this individuals well being. No worries for my family, it's big enough and strong enough to get the job done, without compromise to them.
This heart felt blog is my way of committing to assisting this person, from afar, to heal the horrific wounds inflicted. I could have prevented this, I feel it in my bones. But that wasn't part of the plan. I'm here now and this is the plan. Maybe I'm assuming too much, maybe this isn't what is intended but I can't help but wonder, why after twenty six years did this conversation occur? This is what I'm here for, this is not the first time I have been called on for help, even if indirectly. This individual did not ask for help, I offered because I saw it is needed. This individual asked for much more by not asking, and I will gladly give. I feel their pain, I feel their anguish, it's not mine to own it's mine to heal.
It is with great humility that I accept this task and although it may take time, I know this person is destine to a happy healthy existence and anything I can do to assist is only a message away. If only for a quick "hi, just checking in". I can do this work behind the scenes, no need for constant contact, unless it's needed that is.
With much love, light and maybe an answer to, why now?
Tammy.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I AM CANADIAN!
Today I feel compelled to blog about the events of the past three days or so. I need to vent, rant, gripe and complain. Why? Because that's pretty much all I have heard these past three days.
Friday night marked the beginning of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games here in Vancouver. Now to be up front, I was and still am, not a strong supporter of the games being held here I feel that the money could have been better spent elsewhere and I know I'm not alone with this train of thought. However, it's here and there is squat anyone can do about it, so I'm trying to enjoy the events, I'm cheering on our athletes as well as athletes from visiting country's who deserve recognition for their outstanding talents. I am Canadian after all and we love everybody, right? Well maybe not everybody as you will soon read.
I am utterly appalled by the militant activists here in our fair city vandalizing property and terrorising our guests. Their presence here is unwelcome their protests irrelevant, one group it protesting the oil sands in Alberta, someone should tell them they are one province too far. The Black Bloc as they call themselves you know them that's the group dressed in black with their faces covered, are nothing less than cowards, show us who you are or is that a problem? The Oka Warriors, what on earth are you doing here? We represented the native community nicely, the other bands seem pleased, so what's your beef?
These groups infiltrate cities were major news coverage can be found, they are attention seekers of the extreme, and if the media wouldn't give them the attention they are seeking, maybe they will go away. Or escalate out of hand and we know what that entails. So we're damned if we do and we're damned if we don't. Hopefully the police can diffuse the ticking time bomb and they just crawl back under the rock from which they came.
My next big gripe, and this is a biggy mostly because it has been a long standing argument here in Canada and there is no end in sight. Apparently we didn't represent Quebec quite to their liking. Oops, but you know what. Too bad. It wouldn't matter if we presented the entire opening ceremonies if french, they would find fault because well, it's in Vancouver and not some Quebec city. This is a huge bone of contention for me because no matter what english speaking Canada does it's never to Quebec's standard. So why do we cow tow to one province when Canada is soooo much more? Ok, maybe Quebec signed up first with provincial funding, and in turn we put the french language first on pretty much everything at the opening ceremonies, still it is not enough.
Did someone forget to thank Quebec? Well, OK, THANK YOU! Good grief, what more do you want? The Olympics are being held in a prominently english speaking province and you want center stage? This reminds me of the one whiny child in a big family, you know the one. The child who wants two helpings of desert when there is only enough for one each. They trow a tantrum until one of the more compliant children, lets call them oh, New Foundland, or Saskatchewan, gives up their desert just to make whiny child shut up. Well this time, we should send them to their room without desert until they learn to accept what is given and like it. That's what my french Canadian, grandmother would have done.
This may be a harsh analogy but I'm not too far off with this comparison. How long does the rest of Canada have to put up with this whiny child before someone has had enough and puts them in their place? We are ALL Canadians, and if Quebec wants to leave I say let them. It may screw things up for me having been born there and all, but I'll deal with that if I have to. So let them go, and don't continue to support them financially that shouldn't even be a consideration, it's their choice, why should they still have all the benefits of the rest of the provinces who are quite happy being Canadian? Maybe the U.S. will gobble them up, then let them try to complain then. The U.S. certainly wouldn't put up with that sort of behaviour.
So that covers the protesters and Quebec. The last news worthy item I want to discuss is the absolutely devastating tragedy of the death of Georgian Luger Nodar Kumaritashvili what a horrible accident to have happen. Never mind on the opening day, that's irrelevant. It's should have never happened and Vanoc has taken some heat for the accident. Of course fingers need to be pointed right? Well, they since made significant changes to the track, they raised the sides at the end and padded the pillars. They lowered the men's gate to the women's gate and lowered the women's gate they modified the ice in the hopes of slowing the Luger's down. When we watched the men's luge on the weekend they were still hitting speeds as high as Nodar's speed when he had his accident.
What boils my blood over this are the misinformed individuals who slam Vancouver and the Olympic organizers for poor workmanship intimating that the luge track is substandard. The track was passed by all the powers that be, and from what I gather, they don't have a crystal ball to look into to foresee potential problems. The accident was exactly that an accident. Nodar lost control, he was going too fast and couldn't regain control due to the tremendous g-force on his body there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it. At least not at that time. They have taken the necessary safety precautions and hopefully track designers will automatically add them in the future.
All athletes, Luger's included know there is risk in their sport, they hop on a tiny piece of I'm guessing carbon fiber, on giant skate like blades and hurl themselves down a track made of ice. They are well aware of the risk they take, they are well aware that this run could be their last, but they do it anyway. I'm sure you will all agree, the risk is great and the potential to be seriously injured if not killed has to weigh at the backs of their minds. One wrong turn and it's over. But then, step out on a busy street and your risks are probably pretty comparable. Life is terminal, we are born for the end purpose of dying. Live life to the absolute best of your ability and enjoy it. Nordar was far too young to have had to leave, but it happened and no amount of Olympic bashing will bring him back.
So there you have it, I feel better for having the opportunity to get these thoughts out of my head and into cyber space. I AM CANADIAN and I am proud of my country for what it is. There are the warts, all country's have them, but we are a great nation and should be proud of where we are today. We will not let a bunch of anarchists or militants ruin our patriotism, and we will not let one province dictate how we should act in our own home provinces, no matter which province they are unhappy with. I AM CANADIAN, I dare you to call me anything else.
With much love, light and Canadian pride,
Tammy.
Friday night marked the beginning of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games here in Vancouver. Now to be up front, I was and still am, not a strong supporter of the games being held here I feel that the money could have been better spent elsewhere and I know I'm not alone with this train of thought. However, it's here and there is squat anyone can do about it, so I'm trying to enjoy the events, I'm cheering on our athletes as well as athletes from visiting country's who deserve recognition for their outstanding talents. I am Canadian after all and we love everybody, right? Well maybe not everybody as you will soon read.
I am utterly appalled by the militant activists here in our fair city vandalizing property and terrorising our guests. Their presence here is unwelcome their protests irrelevant, one group it protesting the oil sands in Alberta, someone should tell them they are one province too far. The Black Bloc as they call themselves you know them that's the group dressed in black with their faces covered, are nothing less than cowards, show us who you are or is that a problem? The Oka Warriors, what on earth are you doing here? We represented the native community nicely, the other bands seem pleased, so what's your beef?
These groups infiltrate cities were major news coverage can be found, they are attention seekers of the extreme, and if the media wouldn't give them the attention they are seeking, maybe they will go away. Or escalate out of hand and we know what that entails. So we're damned if we do and we're damned if we don't. Hopefully the police can diffuse the ticking time bomb and they just crawl back under the rock from which they came.
My next big gripe, and this is a biggy mostly because it has been a long standing argument here in Canada and there is no end in sight. Apparently we didn't represent Quebec quite to their liking. Oops, but you know what. Too bad. It wouldn't matter if we presented the entire opening ceremonies if french, they would find fault because well, it's in Vancouver and not some Quebec city. This is a huge bone of contention for me because no matter what english speaking Canada does it's never to Quebec's standard. So why do we cow tow to one province when Canada is soooo much more? Ok, maybe Quebec signed up first with provincial funding, and in turn we put the french language first on pretty much everything at the opening ceremonies, still it is not enough.
Did someone forget to thank Quebec? Well, OK, THANK YOU! Good grief, what more do you want? The Olympics are being held in a prominently english speaking province and you want center stage? This reminds me of the one whiny child in a big family, you know the one. The child who wants two helpings of desert when there is only enough for one each. They trow a tantrum until one of the more compliant children, lets call them oh, New Foundland, or Saskatchewan, gives up their desert just to make whiny child shut up. Well this time, we should send them to their room without desert until they learn to accept what is given and like it. That's what my french Canadian, grandmother would have done.
This may be a harsh analogy but I'm not too far off with this comparison. How long does the rest of Canada have to put up with this whiny child before someone has had enough and puts them in their place? We are ALL Canadians, and if Quebec wants to leave I say let them. It may screw things up for me having been born there and all, but I'll deal with that if I have to. So let them go, and don't continue to support them financially that shouldn't even be a consideration, it's their choice, why should they still have all the benefits of the rest of the provinces who are quite happy being Canadian? Maybe the U.S. will gobble them up, then let them try to complain then. The U.S. certainly wouldn't put up with that sort of behaviour.
So that covers the protesters and Quebec. The last news worthy item I want to discuss is the absolutely devastating tragedy of the death of Georgian Luger Nodar Kumaritashvili what a horrible accident to have happen. Never mind on the opening day, that's irrelevant. It's should have never happened and Vanoc has taken some heat for the accident. Of course fingers need to be pointed right? Well, they since made significant changes to the track, they raised the sides at the end and padded the pillars. They lowered the men's gate to the women's gate and lowered the women's gate they modified the ice in the hopes of slowing the Luger's down. When we watched the men's luge on the weekend they were still hitting speeds as high as Nodar's speed when he had his accident.
What boils my blood over this are the misinformed individuals who slam Vancouver and the Olympic organizers for poor workmanship intimating that the luge track is substandard. The track was passed by all the powers that be, and from what I gather, they don't have a crystal ball to look into to foresee potential problems. The accident was exactly that an accident. Nodar lost control, he was going too fast and couldn't regain control due to the tremendous g-force on his body there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it. At least not at that time. They have taken the necessary safety precautions and hopefully track designers will automatically add them in the future.
All athletes, Luger's included know there is risk in their sport, they hop on a tiny piece of I'm guessing carbon fiber, on giant skate like blades and hurl themselves down a track made of ice. They are well aware of the risk they take, they are well aware that this run could be their last, but they do it anyway. I'm sure you will all agree, the risk is great and the potential to be seriously injured if not killed has to weigh at the backs of their minds. One wrong turn and it's over. But then, step out on a busy street and your risks are probably pretty comparable. Life is terminal, we are born for the end purpose of dying. Live life to the absolute best of your ability and enjoy it. Nordar was far too young to have had to leave, but it happened and no amount of Olympic bashing will bring him back.
So there you have it, I feel better for having the opportunity to get these thoughts out of my head and into cyber space. I AM CANADIAN and I am proud of my country for what it is. There are the warts, all country's have them, but we are a great nation and should be proud of where we are today. We will not let a bunch of anarchists or militants ruin our patriotism, and we will not let one province dictate how we should act in our own home provinces, no matter which province they are unhappy with. I AM CANADIAN, I dare you to call me anything else.
With much love, light and Canadian pride,
Tammy.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Power Of Positive Thougth
I am a firm believer in the power of positive thought, being a natural optimist and all, I've blogged about it before. I believe that if you constantly dwell on the negative you can cause negative circumstance. In fact if your not careful your negative thoughts can manifest themselves into illness.
So, what's my point? Well since Christmas I've been battling an "illness" it has gone from my sinuses to my chest and back again, a couple of times. I have tried my darnedest to stay positive and tell myself, "I'm healthy and I feel great". It's worked to an extent but this past weekend it was back with a vengeance. I honestly thought I was on the verge of bronchitis, which is usually what this turns into for me. Today, I feel better. I really didn't do anything to facilitate this, I didn't try to convince myself that I felt great, in fact I did complain a couple of times that I felt like doodoo. So does that mean positive thought doesn't actually work? Hard to say, but...
Last night when I went to bed the last thing I did before going to sleep, as I normally do, is give thanks. Is it prayer? I suppose, but I see it as more of a conversation, one sided albeit. The thing is I make it a point to be grateful, even if I had a crummy weekend. The way I see it, if I'm going to get sick, it's best to happen on the weekend when I don't have to call in sick and I can rest without guilt. So maybe it was a combination of all of the above, gratitude, rest and lack of guilt. Or maybe not. All I know is today I feel better than I had all weekend, and although I sound worse, likely a result of coughing, I really feel this hasn't taken hold after all.
Is someone up there listening? Ya, I think so. I also believe that if I focus on the positive I will only receive all that is positive back, ten fold. Of course, being human, I can slip, case in point. This morning, on my facebook status I was going to complain about still not being 100%. I stopped myself and instead I simply wished everyone a happy Monday. And it's not been a bad day at all, for a Monday. So in an effort to kick this thing once and for all and to only have positive experiences come my way, I'm going to try to be as positive as I possibly can. Oh and the fact that someone tried to break into my van, well, it's a lesson, first not to park at the end of our street, and two not to leave valuables in the van. (My daughters digital camera was in the console) OOPS! Luckily they didn't get in and the camera was still there. It is now safe and sound in her room.
Alright so in an effort to stay positive, I'm going to take all that I encounter that may be negative, and I'm going to look at it from a positive perspective, no matter what the situation. There is always two sides to every event, you just have to look hard to recognize both.
With much love light and positive thought,
Tammy.
So, what's my point? Well since Christmas I've been battling an "illness" it has gone from my sinuses to my chest and back again, a couple of times. I have tried my darnedest to stay positive and tell myself, "I'm healthy and I feel great". It's worked to an extent but this past weekend it was back with a vengeance. I honestly thought I was on the verge of bronchitis, which is usually what this turns into for me. Today, I feel better. I really didn't do anything to facilitate this, I didn't try to convince myself that I felt great, in fact I did complain a couple of times that I felt like doodoo. So does that mean positive thought doesn't actually work? Hard to say, but...
Last night when I went to bed the last thing I did before going to sleep, as I normally do, is give thanks. Is it prayer? I suppose, but I see it as more of a conversation, one sided albeit. The thing is I make it a point to be grateful, even if I had a crummy weekend. The way I see it, if I'm going to get sick, it's best to happen on the weekend when I don't have to call in sick and I can rest without guilt. So maybe it was a combination of all of the above, gratitude, rest and lack of guilt. Or maybe not. All I know is today I feel better than I had all weekend, and although I sound worse, likely a result of coughing, I really feel this hasn't taken hold after all.
Is someone up there listening? Ya, I think so. I also believe that if I focus on the positive I will only receive all that is positive back, ten fold. Of course, being human, I can slip, case in point. This morning, on my facebook status I was going to complain about still not being 100%. I stopped myself and instead I simply wished everyone a happy Monday. And it's not been a bad day at all, for a Monday. So in an effort to kick this thing once and for all and to only have positive experiences come my way, I'm going to try to be as positive as I possibly can. Oh and the fact that someone tried to break into my van, well, it's a lesson, first not to park at the end of our street, and two not to leave valuables in the van. (My daughters digital camera was in the console) OOPS! Luckily they didn't get in and the camera was still there. It is now safe and sound in her room.
Alright so in an effort to stay positive, I'm going to take all that I encounter that may be negative, and I'm going to look at it from a positive perspective, no matter what the situation. There is always two sides to every event, you just have to look hard to recognize both.
With much love light and positive thought,
Tammy.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I'm So Flippin' EXCITED!
OK, so further to my post about going to Disneyland. I had made the decision to go, hurdle number one jumped! Well last night my bff and I went to a travel agent and actually booked our flights! Hurdle number two DONE!
That still leaves accommodations and attractions, no problem. We will be in L.A. for a total of seven days so we have lots of time to see all that we want to see. And my awesome Uncle is letting us use one of his timeshare weeks so we have accommodations covered, well almost covered. I still have to find something and book it and that means calling my uncle for his password which I hope he remembers. If not, I'm sure one of my cousins will recall, I hope.
Now, originally I wasn't wanting to go for such a long period of time because well, I'm not rich and I have a limit to what I can spend. My friend has one child so her costs are lower and was wanting the full week. It got to the point were I was considering not going at all because every time I checked online for deals it got more and more expensive the closer we got to our departure date. I was overwhelmed by the amount of information that is available, and the variables involved. Do we fly from Canada or the U.S.? If we fly from the U.S. do we fly from Bellingham or Seattle, is it cheaper to fly to LAX or John Wayne? Believe me I was ready to bail.
Then my friend contacted a travel agent. What a trip saver that was, we are not only flying from Vancouver but the deal she got us was comparable to what I was seeing online in US funds. So, game on! My boss called the travel agent this morning and paid for the airfare as part of my bonus for making my stretch goal, he gets the air miles, the company gets the write off and I get a trip! GREAT deal hey? And there is still money left over for either the attractions or the accommodations depending on which is more. Did I mention I'm really excited?
So, now to keep it a secret from my son. My daughter knows, my friends son told her long before we had anything even planned. That's ok she can handle the wait. My son on the other hand would be a nightmare to deal with. He does not handle excitement at all, he just can't cope. He was a basket case before Christmas and that happens every year. He just does not have the coping skills to deal with the excitement of a trip like this. So up until the night before we leave, he's gonna be clueless. I have sworn his sister to secrecy, and I told my friends son I would be very upset with him if he tells my son before we leave. I'm hoping he takes me seriously.
I'm looking forward to all the sights I'm looking forward to being able to do this for my kids, finally. I'm hopeful that we have a strong enough friendship to endure seven days together. I know we are not tied to each other and if we want to do individual things we will have the freedom to do so. I think between now and the time we leave we will be able to plan our events and hopefully stick to our plans, with room to be flexible. We're both pretty easy going so I don't foresee an issue. Unless the kids decide to be difficult we should have a great time.
I'm soooo EXCITED! I'm not likely to sleep well until we leave. Nah, the excitement will wear off, February is a busy month for me at work, not to mention I'll be busy in March with my class. So the time will fly by, I hope.
With much love, light and I'm so flippin EXCITED!
Tammy.
That still leaves accommodations and attractions, no problem. We will be in L.A. for a total of seven days so we have lots of time to see all that we want to see. And my awesome Uncle is letting us use one of his timeshare weeks so we have accommodations covered, well almost covered. I still have to find something and book it and that means calling my uncle for his password which I hope he remembers. If not, I'm sure one of my cousins will recall, I hope.
Now, originally I wasn't wanting to go for such a long period of time because well, I'm not rich and I have a limit to what I can spend. My friend has one child so her costs are lower and was wanting the full week. It got to the point were I was considering not going at all because every time I checked online for deals it got more and more expensive the closer we got to our departure date. I was overwhelmed by the amount of information that is available, and the variables involved. Do we fly from Canada or the U.S.? If we fly from the U.S. do we fly from Bellingham or Seattle, is it cheaper to fly to LAX or John Wayne? Believe me I was ready to bail.
Then my friend contacted a travel agent. What a trip saver that was, we are not only flying from Vancouver but the deal she got us was comparable to what I was seeing online in US funds. So, game on! My boss called the travel agent this morning and paid for the airfare as part of my bonus for making my stretch goal, he gets the air miles, the company gets the write off and I get a trip! GREAT deal hey? And there is still money left over for either the attractions or the accommodations depending on which is more. Did I mention I'm really excited?
So, now to keep it a secret from my son. My daughter knows, my friends son told her long before we had anything even planned. That's ok she can handle the wait. My son on the other hand would be a nightmare to deal with. He does not handle excitement at all, he just can't cope. He was a basket case before Christmas and that happens every year. He just does not have the coping skills to deal with the excitement of a trip like this. So up until the night before we leave, he's gonna be clueless. I have sworn his sister to secrecy, and I told my friends son I would be very upset with him if he tells my son before we leave. I'm hoping he takes me seriously.
I'm looking forward to all the sights I'm looking forward to being able to do this for my kids, finally. I'm hopeful that we have a strong enough friendship to endure seven days together. I know we are not tied to each other and if we want to do individual things we will have the freedom to do so. I think between now and the time we leave we will be able to plan our events and hopefully stick to our plans, with room to be flexible. We're both pretty easy going so I don't foresee an issue. Unless the kids decide to be difficult we should have a great time.
I'm soooo EXCITED! I'm not likely to sleep well until we leave. Nah, the excitement will wear off, February is a busy month for me at work, not to mention I'll be busy in March with my class. So the time will fly by, I hope.
With much love, light and I'm so flippin EXCITED!
Tammy.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
It's Just Semantics.
Recently there was an issue on facebook that was nothing more than a misunderstood comment. I had nothing to do with this, however it happened between family members and as these things tend to go, can cause division. I'm hoping it doesn't but I'm not in control.
The thing is the two individuals have made what might pass as 'peace' between them, but this has affected a few others who feel it necessary to defend each camp. Now, one of those camps I'm in by default because of my very close proximity to one of the parties. The other camp, while I really could care less if I know them or not, is closely related to people I do not want to be divided from. So, my dilemma is this. Do I play peace keeper as I usually do, or do I give the individual in the opposing camp a piece of my mind and let the cards fall were they may? I would really like to let this individual have it because they are completely mistaken in their assessment of the other individual and I really want to set them straight.
The problem is I don't really know the other person well enough to do this without causing a bigger problem, and the individuals I do not want to loose contact with are not on facebook and will only have one side of the story anyway, the other side. This is a very delicate situation and because there have been issues in the past with this particular part of the family I really don't want old wounds re-opened.
Admittedly when I saw the post of the individual who's camp I am a member of, I was angry and yes, I posted some strong words. I meant every last one of them, and I still do, now that I know who the offending party is, I must say I was shocked. And the reason for their upset, well they didn't get what they wanted from a third party, completely unrelated to the person I'm backing, and because my person said they were not surprised, but sorry to hear non the less, the individual thought they were being rude and insulting. How is that insulting?
You see, the individual in the other camp is young, and not that that should make a difference, I find the younger generation are very rude and spoilt and this particular individual is most definitely both. There is definitely a lack of respect for the older generation, and they feel entitled to have what would amount to a hissy fit because they didn't get what they wanted. And to take it out on someone who is sympathizing with them because they seem and easy target well, that's very immature.
The younger individual is well known, from birth to the Older individual and the older individual knows that the younger was very spoiled by one of their parents in fact to the point were their own sibling is extremely jealous because of the favoritism shown to the younger individual by their parent. Thus the temper tantrum when things went sideways from the expected out come. When the older individual commented on this the younger literally attacked. I have been privy to the messages that were sent, and what I hear from the younger side is very self indulgent. Also although the older individual apologized profusely the younger still made a point of being very disrespectful in there response, to which the older conceded and allowed the younger have the 'win'. This all in an attempt to quell the hurt feelings of a spoilt child.
I as a by stander, am appalled at what transpired, I was part of the original comment on facebook, and I didn't get a nasty message. I was thinking the exact same thing the older individual posted. I wasn't surprised at all either, and I was sorry to hear. However, I didn't post a comment. Good thing apparently.
Now, another issue that has come to light. Another member of my camp, has taken it upon themselves to send a very nasty message to the younger individual, with out consideration as to what that might do to our family as a whole. I understand the reasoning behind it, and I would have liked to do the same, but big picture, it's not my business. I am blogging because I have to get it out of my head. I need to let this go and this is my favourite way to do that.
If I had the opportunity to talk to the younger individual I would definitely give them a piece of my mind, tell them to get the stick out of their butt, learn to read and apologise for being so nasty. Oh, and grow up. But, it's not my fight and I don't want to be caught in the middle, so I stay out of it and hope that those in the other camp do the same. But knowing the other camp, they kinda like drama. So I'm not going to hold my breath.
I've extended the olive branch, and I hope it's accepted, only time will tell, and if the damage that has been done can be contained we will be ok. The sad part is the Innocent individuals who have nothing to do with this, yet will be directly affected by it. All because a spoilt brat didn't get what they wanted, and misunderstood something they read on facebook. Wow, boiled down, it is just semantics. What they were wanting to hear was said but not how they wanted to hear it. They didn't read further before passing judgement and now there is a mess to be cleaned up.
With much, love light and I hope you understand this,
Tammy.
The thing is the two individuals have made what might pass as 'peace' between them, but this has affected a few others who feel it necessary to defend each camp. Now, one of those camps I'm in by default because of my very close proximity to one of the parties. The other camp, while I really could care less if I know them or not, is closely related to people I do not want to be divided from. So, my dilemma is this. Do I play peace keeper as I usually do, or do I give the individual in the opposing camp a piece of my mind and let the cards fall were they may? I would really like to let this individual have it because they are completely mistaken in their assessment of the other individual and I really want to set them straight.
The problem is I don't really know the other person well enough to do this without causing a bigger problem, and the individuals I do not want to loose contact with are not on facebook and will only have one side of the story anyway, the other side. This is a very delicate situation and because there have been issues in the past with this particular part of the family I really don't want old wounds re-opened.
Admittedly when I saw the post of the individual who's camp I am a member of, I was angry and yes, I posted some strong words. I meant every last one of them, and I still do, now that I know who the offending party is, I must say I was shocked. And the reason for their upset, well they didn't get what they wanted from a third party, completely unrelated to the person I'm backing, and because my person said they were not surprised, but sorry to hear non the less, the individual thought they were being rude and insulting. How is that insulting?
You see, the individual in the other camp is young, and not that that should make a difference, I find the younger generation are very rude and spoilt and this particular individual is most definitely both. There is definitely a lack of respect for the older generation, and they feel entitled to have what would amount to a hissy fit because they didn't get what they wanted. And to take it out on someone who is sympathizing with them because they seem and easy target well, that's very immature.
The younger individual is well known, from birth to the Older individual and the older individual knows that the younger was very spoiled by one of their parents in fact to the point were their own sibling is extremely jealous because of the favoritism shown to the younger individual by their parent. Thus the temper tantrum when things went sideways from the expected out come. When the older individual commented on this the younger literally attacked. I have been privy to the messages that were sent, and what I hear from the younger side is very self indulgent. Also although the older individual apologized profusely the younger still made a point of being very disrespectful in there response, to which the older conceded and allowed the younger have the 'win'. This all in an attempt to quell the hurt feelings of a spoilt child.
I as a by stander, am appalled at what transpired, I was part of the original comment on facebook, and I didn't get a nasty message. I was thinking the exact same thing the older individual posted. I wasn't surprised at all either, and I was sorry to hear. However, I didn't post a comment. Good thing apparently.
Now, another issue that has come to light. Another member of my camp, has taken it upon themselves to send a very nasty message to the younger individual, with out consideration as to what that might do to our family as a whole. I understand the reasoning behind it, and I would have liked to do the same, but big picture, it's not my business. I am blogging because I have to get it out of my head. I need to let this go and this is my favourite way to do that.
If I had the opportunity to talk to the younger individual I would definitely give them a piece of my mind, tell them to get the stick out of their butt, learn to read and apologise for being so nasty. Oh, and grow up. But, it's not my fight and I don't want to be caught in the middle, so I stay out of it and hope that those in the other camp do the same. But knowing the other camp, they kinda like drama. So I'm not going to hold my breath.
I've extended the olive branch, and I hope it's accepted, only time will tell, and if the damage that has been done can be contained we will be ok. The sad part is the Innocent individuals who have nothing to do with this, yet will be directly affected by it. All because a spoilt brat didn't get what they wanted, and misunderstood something they read on facebook. Wow, boiled down, it is just semantics. What they were wanting to hear was said but not how they wanted to hear it. They didn't read further before passing judgement and now there is a mess to be cleaned up.
With much, love light and I hope you understand this,
Tammy.
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