Purse Contents

A nice wee story i heard...

"As the bus pulled away, I realized I had left my purse under the seat. Later I called the company and was relieved that the driver had found my bag. When I went to pick it up, several off-duty bus drivers surrounded me. One man handed me my pocketbook, two typewritten pages and a box containing the contents of my purse. "We're required to inventory lost wallets and purses," he explained. "I think you'll find everything there." As I started to put my belongings back into the pocketbook, the man continued, "I hope you don't mind if we watch. Even though we all tried, none of us could fit everything into your purse and we'd like to see just how you do it."

Visiting Grandma

Grandma, who appeared to become an ever-more intimidating personality as the years went on, was giving directions to her grown grandson who was coming to visit with his wife: "You come to the front door of the apartment complex. I am in apartment 14T. There is a big panel at the door. With your elbow push button 14T. I will buzz you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow hit 14. When you get out I am on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell."

"Grandma, that sounds easy, but why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?" the grandson asked.

"You're coming empty handed ... ?"

Flatmates

Finding the perfect flatmate can be the most stressful thing in the world!! So many questions, so many details to filter through.

How much rent to pay?
Are they working?
When do they move in?
Are they going to want to control things?
Are they a basket case of issues?

And for a Christian Flatmate...

What church do they go to?
Are they exceedingly super-spiritual?
Will they default on finincial commitments or household duties and expect you to cover for them because you're supposed to be a "Good Christian?"

I certainly cant wait until I get my own home, not that I expect things to dramatically improve, but at least it'll be mine...

Ouch!!

When it rains, it pours.

On Wednesday I was diagnosed with "NASH" or Non-alcoholic Statio hepatitis. which is an enlarging of the liver caused through cholesterol.

I've just recovered from medial ligament damage from 3 weeks previous and was benching for my team on Saturday, hoping not to have to play because I'm extremely match un-fit! but I ended up getting 60 minutes! We won, but my back has packed it in and I find myself crawling around finding it very difficult to stand up straight or lift anything. I'm off to the chiropractor this week for a very thorough going over.

I keep asking myself why I love this game...

Terror...

I feel quite sick with the news coming over the radio and internet with the attacks and death in London. Being half way round the world offers a sense of a 'safety barrier' from what is happening but I think somehow my detracted life is part of the global issue entwined within this conflict between the West and those who hold different ideals and ways of life.Maybe this comes in my own arrogance when I make the claim that my way of life is right while others who don't follow this lifestyle, or western ideals, are < right.

I have just finished reading about the Vietnam War where the US saw a threat to their national pride and to their ideals and took action in an un-just fashion to try to protect their interests. this was defined as "Evil" in that in their own pride they believed themselves to be absolutely right and they were too lazy to investigate whether they could in fact not be.

I don't know... i'm still shaken. what has happened in London is wrong, even evil. but does that automatically make 'My Side' right? Would going on the offensive before completely identifying, understanding and even seeking a peaceful outcome with those responsible for these acts be just as evil?