de·scry
tr.v. de·scried, de·scry·ing, de·scries
1. To catch sight of (something difficult to discern).
2. To discover by careful observation or scrutiny; detect: descried a message of hope in her words
Friday, April 25, 2008
Neighbors: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly.
So in every movie there is one neighbor who just cannot help themselves in the nosey dept. That would be me. Or at least mildly if not fanatically. I have been blessed with several neighbors and while for the most part they are great there are a few "questionables" (and who knows, I might be one of those)
My immediate neighbors are your typical neighbors on the outside. The one to the right of me is a single woman with her single dog living her carefree single life but with an older twist. That translates into her NOT partying every weekend which is fine by my family oriented standards.
The neighbors to the left of me are a mother and her daughter. Her rank is an Army Sgt. who is an absolute sweetheart. Her daughter???
What to say, the typical teenager who could do with a dose of reality and what adults do in the real world. Aside from that, completely normal. Now lets look at the neighborhood neighbors.
The single woman to the right of me that I mentioned earlier has a neighbor in the semi units beside our row house. They have two sons the eldest, a 15 year old boy who breaks into houses. How do I know this little tidbit? Well the single neighbor experienced it herself. Found her cell phone stolen and condoms that didn't belong to her lying about. Also found a healthy dose of child pornography on her computer. The military police came over, made a big 'do' of taking away her PC and looking stern. It was a good thing that 15 year old left stuff behind that incriminated him. Not that it did anything. The military police requested that he pay the money required to replace the phone and a letter of apology.
How does one apologise for something like that? Complete home invasion, used for god knows what purpose and to top it all off he was looking at child pornography. This is how it starts, frightening that the MP's have turned a blind eye to it and that no one else can step in locally because it occured on a military base.
The neighbors across the road are an interesting bunch. There are two families that I am most entertained by. One runs a home daycare through the Borden Family Resource Center and everyday these kids are running around and she is just SCREAMING at them. I babysit, but there is no way that I would yell like that especially at children who are not mine. But hey, when you go through the FRC on base here they are supposed to be doing check ups to make sure everything is just fine. I'm sure it is.....................................
The neighbors two houses over to the right across the street have a teenager as well. I don't know much about her except that she is having or really WANTS to have sex with her boyfriend. All day on the weekends and well into the night on week days she sits in front of their house making out with him. They go into these positions that had my daughter been outside with me at the time I would have been upset. He pins her to the wall while she wraps her legs around him....all the while grinding against one another.
And so you see.
The good, The bad, and the just plain ugly of the neighborhood. All observed from the confines of my own property.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Seperation Anxiety
It has been almost four years since Steve and I "tied the knot" (this is not in the literal legal sense either) and if we consider all of the facts I can see a change in my life from that point as so very drastic I find it difficult to recognize it at all. The bottom line is I no longer live in close proximity to home which makes the differences in my life all the more glaring.
People who you would think are your friends to the end suddenly disappear cause they couldn't be bothered anymore and priorities have all completely remade themselves into something different. A one time party girl who was fine going with the flow of life with no real direction other than paying the bills and having a good time, I am a mom who's days are ordered and completely planned weeks in advance. For instance. Mornings are reserved for going outside, we walk to the park play for about two hours and then we come home and read some books. After reading we have lunch it generally ends up being one of three things....mac and cheese, sandwich of some sort with soup or hot dogs. After lunch it is nap time, followed by either crafts or baking. Then we go outside again to finish off the day cause Daddy is home soon after that and it's my break time.
That leaves little time for me to do my writing, a priority at one point it seems to have taken a back seat to...everything. I was a bit of a party girl, I liked going out, I liked having friends around and now that has changed. Im not a big drinker anymore...I mean my birthday is coming up and there is nothing less interesting than getting some drinks and celebrating that way. WHat do I want to do??
I don't know and I think that's half of my problem. Before I moved away and my life changed I knew who I was inside and out with no doubt or questions. Now I am on my own...truly on my own discovering who I am now...all over again. It's hard actually. Because it's not just me that I'm figuring out, at the same time I am figuring out who I am as a parent, a partner and person.
With no new everyday people to call friends here on base its really given me the solitary time to get to know me.
What have I discovered so far in? That I actually like the family I have in London. Who knew? I am incredibly lazy for the most part, I don't like social situations unless I know everyone there already...and I have to know them well in order to actually have a good time. Also, I realize that I am still desperate to be comfortable in who I was before I moved today but find it doesen't work in my current situation.
Who knows. THe bottom line is that I am still trying to figure out who I am and have found it difficult to let go of the person I knew that I was. I think they call that when you become old your glory days...lol
People who you would think are your friends to the end suddenly disappear cause they couldn't be bothered anymore and priorities have all completely remade themselves into something different. A one time party girl who was fine going with the flow of life with no real direction other than paying the bills and having a good time, I am a mom who's days are ordered and completely planned weeks in advance. For instance. Mornings are reserved for going outside, we walk to the park play for about two hours and then we come home and read some books. After reading we have lunch it generally ends up being one of three things....mac and cheese, sandwich of some sort with soup or hot dogs. After lunch it is nap time, followed by either crafts or baking. Then we go outside again to finish off the day cause Daddy is home soon after that and it's my break time.
That leaves little time for me to do my writing, a priority at one point it seems to have taken a back seat to...everything. I was a bit of a party girl, I liked going out, I liked having friends around and now that has changed. Im not a big drinker anymore...I mean my birthday is coming up and there is nothing less interesting than getting some drinks and celebrating that way. WHat do I want to do??
I don't know and I think that's half of my problem. Before I moved away and my life changed I knew who I was inside and out with no doubt or questions. Now I am on my own...truly on my own discovering who I am now...all over again. It's hard actually. Because it's not just me that I'm figuring out, at the same time I am figuring out who I am as a parent, a partner and person.
With no new everyday people to call friends here on base its really given me the solitary time to get to know me.
What have I discovered so far in? That I actually like the family I have in London. Who knew? I am incredibly lazy for the most part, I don't like social situations unless I know everyone there already...and I have to know them well in order to actually have a good time. Also, I realize that I am still desperate to be comfortable in who I was before I moved today but find it doesen't work in my current situation.
Who knows. THe bottom line is that I am still trying to figure out who I am and have found it difficult to let go of the person I knew that I was. I think they call that when you become old your glory days...lol
Monday, April 7, 2008
A Child's Voice
I have recently entered into a commitment with myself. I was approached to do a website for Naiomi Almeida Park. The one they have currently is gross to say the least, this is coming at a great time because I am feeling quite the activist as of late. Not to mention I have big plans for this particular project...all of which I plan to discuss with the CEO and founder of the Naiomi Almeida Park group currently on Facebook and http://www.napark.ca/. The webpage portion is the easy stuff, a great way to use up some stewing creative juices currently but at the same time I have dreamt large and it's not even my charity. The Naiomi Foundation is where I see this dream heading. A charity organized to create awareness about violence against children in all of it's forms. Where fundraising projects are aimed at creating safe places for children to go and play such as parks, rec centers and maybe even camps.
Lobbying to change our laws where offenders who hurt children are given no room in the penal system. Where our government dollars are spent largely on rehabilitating YOUNG offenders in order to prevent future crimes and future criminals. We have the ability to make children our future which seems to be an ongoing theme even for awareness oriented public service messages on education to name one of many. Canada is known as a peace keeping nation in other countries, lets take some time and focus a bit on our homeland. Your five year old will one day be a voter and have a family of their own to worry about. Protecting that child and thousands of others just like him/her is in our best interest. If we hadn't worried about the quality of life our children face than what exactly would Canada have been founded for? The Brits didn't come over for heck of it. Colonies were founded on the premise that this was and would continue to be a better quality of life for it's future generations. With populations growing world wide and land becoming a premium we don't exactly have the luxury of packing up and founding a new way of life on foreign, uncharted land. Let's make what we have truly the great way of life our ancestors envisioned for us. Let's start with our children.
Lobbying to change our laws where offenders who hurt children are given no room in the penal system. Where our government dollars are spent largely on rehabilitating YOUNG offenders in order to prevent future crimes and future criminals. We have the ability to make children our future which seems to be an ongoing theme even for awareness oriented public service messages on education to name one of many. Canada is known as a peace keeping nation in other countries, lets take some time and focus a bit on our homeland. Your five year old will one day be a voter and have a family of their own to worry about. Protecting that child and thousands of others just like him/her is in our best interest. If we hadn't worried about the quality of life our children face than what exactly would Canada have been founded for? The Brits didn't come over for heck of it. Colonies were founded on the premise that this was and would continue to be a better quality of life for it's future generations. With populations growing world wide and land becoming a premium we don't exactly have the luxury of packing up and founding a new way of life on foreign, uncharted land. Let's make what we have truly the great way of life our ancestors envisioned for us. Let's start with our children.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
