An elderly couple was driving across the country. While the woman was behind the wheel, the couple was pulled over by the highway patrol.
“Ma’am, did you know you were speeding?” the officer said.
The woman, hard of hearing, turned to her husband and asked, “What did he say?”
“He said you were speeding!” the old man yelled.
The patrolman then asked, “May I see your license?”
The woman turned to her husband again, “What did he say?”
The old man yelled back, “He wants to see your license!”
The woman then gave the officer her license.
“I see you are from Arkansas,” the patrolman said. “I spent some time there once and went on a blind date with the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen.”
The woman turned to her husband again and asked, “What did he say?”
The old man replied, “He said he knows you!
Friday Laugh
Eve Of A Public Holiday Thoughts!
Eve of a public holiday always makes me happy!
I will finish work at 6pm and dash off to see mum and dad. I will be happy to take them out for our weekly adventure. But for now, I am clueless as to where I could take them.
This week at work has been a full one.
Mr Finance was let off by the firm and he was rather upset as they packed him up and sent him off – called it “Marching orders” I was surprised too as I thought this firm was tolerant of people. He did not misbehave.
I text him my goodbye last evening and he shared that he complained about his underling and recommended for his underling’s removal. Silly goon…this was his downfall as that underling is a trusted soul and no way come heaven in high water would they chop this person.
True enough, he was immediately asked to leave.
To be fair, I think Mr Finance had more issues than that as he did not take the lead in things somehow. His Underling did all the work and Mr Finance appeared slow and lethargic. So, in essence, I felt Mr Finance was told to go amidst a myriad of reasons with the cherry topping when he asked for the removal of Underling. But I did not want to tell him this and be the bad guy. His feelings have been hurt and the least I could do was just to listen and give a hearing to his unhappiness.
I have gone past all of people’s idiosyncrasies. Perhaps I have matured more over the last 2 years or have lost steam in wanting things to be done the right way to get an A grade.
I have learnt in life that there is no such thing as an A grade as the spectrum changes as fast as any Lord’s.
Dowager is flippant. I do as she asks, in the manner she asks. I cease to offer suggestions or anything to value add so as not to act smart. Dowager likes to think she is smartest and I am perfectly happy to let her have the Smartness Award.
So long as I know my own capabilities, I need not prove otherwise to anyone else.
Yes, I am older. Not necessarily wiser, but older and value words like co-exist and moving on.
I am tired of battling for a few dollars more and will leave it.
I am paid X dollars. Where possible I give back work of X dollars. If I am adept an intelligent to give back X-1 dollars, then I will have benefitted.
But with Dowager, no such luck as she demands of me to do her work. I have 3 new projects shoved my way now. To do her board paper, think of questions for the legal eagles and financiers of the world and fool proof her wafty ideas that I must conceptualise and concrete it.
Who cares…X-1 is my philosophy and my heart is already in holiday mood..cheers to coffee and toast and other yummy treats this evening for dinner with mum and dad.
Now..think think…where can I take them tonight?
I Am Quirky Too!
I wrote a post on a quirky neighbor but admittedly, I am quirky too.
Who in the world would be entertained as much by an inanimate furball Garfield, like I would?
Imagine if I had a flatmate, that person will think I am either el nutso in need of a straight jacket when I start talking to Garfield…”Mama’s home” whenever I step into the unit or if I accidentally left the furball face down and would tut tut away to say that poor Garfield would have “suffered crib death!”
I am also quirky in ways I like to have things filled up to the brim – for example, hand soaps, liquid gels, facial wash lotions. I like to see these items nice and full as it gives the bathrooms a nice color on the white basins.
For a single occupant of the unit, I have 3 bottles of liquid soaps. 1 placed in Master Bathroom, 1 in common bathroom and 1 in the kitchen. I use all 3 vials!
I get uncomfortable when my fruit bin in the fridge is down to 5 oranges. At any one time, I must have it full and this means about 20 oranges and 2 punnets of cherry apples (*small ones from Cape Town) or pears on the shelves of the fridge.
Dinner or lunch at home must be accompanied by 1 orange, 1 apple or pear.
I like cooking big pot of things and eating it for a whole week. Sometimes I keep what I cook today, if I have had it for lunch and rummage for something else to eat for dinner. I like variety of things to eat and have been told by Mr Ability To Earn that I tend to over-order and he ends up have to eat it all.
MR EX used to say the same about me and so, if 2 persons have said it, including Chicken and Bird, then indeed I do over order. But the fact is, I like variety and would peck at different dishes, leaving the guys to do the eating!
I also have another quirk – I must have fresh towels daily and boy oh boy, do I have a lot of towels to launder. Handtowels, face towels, dish towels, bath towels. Bed linens are changed every 2 days and with my 12 pillow collection, that is a lot of pillow cases to wash.
And oh don’t get me started on yet another quirk – I iron all my bath towels, linens. Ironed towels feel lighter, fluffier and softer!
Yes, I am as quirky as they come!
Why?
Carol just failed her driving test.
When the examiner asked her “what sign would you expect to see down a narrow country lane?” Apparently ‘fresh farm eggs for sale’ wasn’t the answer!
Poverty
I watched a lovely feel good movie, The Yarn Princess, over the weekend.
The story revolves around a family of 8 with a mother who is “medium retarded” and married to a husband who is suffering from Schizophrenia.
The husband when lucid, is the bread winner of the family, working in a steel factory, whilst the wife takes care of the 6 school going age children.
The husband becomes violently ill at work and is laid off. He is required to be on medication. When he is on medication, he is very much confined to bed.
Things come to a halt when one of the children read an eviction notice to his mother that is rent is not paid, they will be evicted.
The medium retarded mother is smart enough to seek welfare assistance and thankfully is supported by a young social worker, who unfortunately has a couldn’t be bothered prejudiced supervisor.
The young social worker helps the medium retarded mother to learn how to cook proper meals of the different food groups.
The efforts put in by this person is tremendous as she overcomes all odds to try and keep her family together and fight against social services from removing the children under her care as she is deemed an “unfit mother”
A youngish law graduate fresh out of law school finds them a veteran lawyer to fight her case and with the state, they managed to find this family proper accommodation, funds to subsist on and for the breadwinner to recuperate.
In watching this movie, I realized that there are many of such cases out there. Not many will have had the opportunity to overcome as circumstances do not allow and they are “lost” in the system.
This movie has a feel good element to it as 2 of her children who were removed to foster care finally realized how much the medium retarded mother had in terms of love for them. Initially one of her sons asked social services to remove him from his mum’s care but soon realized that the foster mum has no warmth nor love for him, other than material things.
Life is indeed a challenge for people. I see it all around us. Not everyone is well off. Though you will not see any beggars or homeless people on the streets of Singapore, there are many who are poor and on welfare support by social groups.
I can imagine countries or continents which are many times larger than ours have a great uphill task tackling poverty.
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