Peace Motherfuckers!

it started out
to be a stellar day
and already
it’s fubar

and it ain’t even noon

some people think they have
a genetic obligation
towards
condescension and patronization

don’t try that shit with me
I can give way way better than I get.

then there’s the tax drones
all their advertisement
and signage says
no appointment necessary

but when you walk in
they tell you
that you can’t see anyone
without an appointment
and they can make one for you
for 3 weeks hence

really?

don’t write on your fucking door
that I don’t need an appointment
in big jeezly block letters…
if I do

and if you are a bicycle rider
or a group of same
riding Wallace or West Saanich
and you think you are too good
to ride on the shoulder
or the bicycle lane
you ain’t – SRSLY!
move the fuck over
and stop riding 3 or 4 across
this isn’t a team sport
the law states in your own lane
just like me…

and if you are driving your vehicle
down a country road
at speeds akin to the racetrack
at least don’t drive
down the center of the road
or the wrong side of the road
so I don’t get hit
by a 16 yr old
in his daddy’s 4X4
pulling out of my driveway

and while on the subject of
driving
how about trying out your turn signals
before you make a turn?
not when you are half way thru it

most specifically
when you’ve slowed all traffic
down to a crawl
to make said turn

and that as they say
is all

here’s hoping the dealership
doesn’t fuck with my buzz
this afternoon

Peace Motherfuckers!

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It’s all about choosing….

I often get asked
by friends far and wide
how I live my life
considering all I’ve been through
how I live my life?
considering all my health complications
how do you remain?
so happy?
so perky?

I tell them it’s all about choices
sometimes I have to choose
to sit for a day
a week
a year

but if I’m patient
if I sit and wait
there’ll be good days again
and I choose to do so
cos really
what’s the alternative?

so I wait
to get back to the point
where I can be functioning
and perky
(and frankly – I don’t think I’m perky
I think I’m nuts
but that’s another story :)_

my friend Ripper posted the following
on his Facebook today
it describes what I’m trying to say
quite well.

“John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, ‘If I were any better, I would be twins!’
He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, ‘I don’t get it!’

‘You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?’

He replied, ‘Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or…you can choose to be in a bad mood
I choose to be in a good mood.’

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or…I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

‘Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,’ I protested.

‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live your life.’

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, ‘If I were any better, I’d be twins…Wanna see my scars?’

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

‘The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,’ he replied. ‘Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I could choose to die. I chose to live.’

‘Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?’ I asked.

He continued, ‘…the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’. I knew I needed to take action.’

‘What did you do?’ I asked.

‘Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,’ said John. ‘She asked if I was allergic to anything ‘Yes, I replied.’ The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Gravity”

Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.’

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude…I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

And really, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.”

I remain but a work in progress
I’m not always successful
but I sure as hell try!

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