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Responsibility

I’m not sure why Mr. Prentice and his colleagues haven’t figured this out yet. We as Albertans are facing a massive deficit with skyrocketing expenses. We as individuals deal with this everyday and sit down at our tables and make the tough family decisions. This is no different. We identify a few major expenses and either eliminate them or strategize to minimize them. This isn’t rocket science. Let’s just look at three major areas of bleeding.

1). Health Care

Lets just pick one area to start with. Emergency Room abuse. This one is so easy it’s laughable. When you go to an Emergency Room you are issued an Outpatient Form. We could just add to the bottom of this form, one question for the physician to check mark. Was an Emergency Room visit required, Yes or No. If the answer is No, then that individual would be charged an agreed upon fee, let’s say $500 for arguement sake. The next time they come into Emergency, if their form comes up unpaid balance, well then I guess it sucks to be them. Health Link, use it, Walk in Clinic, use it. Start Taking Responsibility!

2). Public Education System

Again so simple. The operative word here is “Public.” This is not a system in place for Johnny or Jane, this is a system in place funded by the public for the public. If your child is not behaving or you are a parent who is a pain in the ass, the Principal simply calls you in and says “bye bye.” Take your child home and know that you have all kinds of options, Home Schooling, Private Schools where you pay dearly for them to up with your crap. This solves two problems or expenses in one sweep as it will clear out the classrooms of the disruptions and allow the teachers to teach the kids who have been clearly taught that education is a privilege and not a right. If parents start getting calls to come and their kids and all of the sudden their children become their problem and not the general publics, we might have this solved in year one. Take Responsibility.

3). The Judicial System

Now this one is a bit more complicated to dent but let’s start with one aspect and see where that gets us. Why Oh Why, my good Lord Why are we paying to house and feed people who have committed crimes against us. This makes no sense to me. Let’s take the category of “Drug Related Crimes.” Just that one for now. If you have a drug issue, it is your issue and not mine. You need to be accountable and removed from causing harm to the rest of us, absolutely. We should not have to worry about you walking the streets, stealing or running in your little punk ass gangs. I would love to pay my fair share to fund a Detention Center for druggies who are forced to do all kinds of manual labor, planting trees, cleaning highways, cleaning parks etc. until they are so freaking tired at night that they don’t have the energy to cause our enforcement personnel any trouble. You want to get yourself into a pickle and get into that kind of lifestyle and it ends up at a criminal level, then grab a shovel pal because that will be your life for more than a couple of years. The first idiot or parent that cries out, “They have a disease or special issue needing love and compassion,” can also grab a shovel until they figure out, this is not the publics problem! If you’re such a bleeding heart then take them to your house and monitor them twenty four hours a day and ensure the safety of the rest of us. Take Responsibility!
I am not naive enough to think that all of our problems can be solved in one day or one year but starting some real action plan, as we do in our own homes, is at least something. I can hear my Dads voice in my head saying, “You may not be doing the absolute perfect thing, but at least do something.” Take Responsibility.

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Did I Remember To Tell You Today

Did I remember to tell you today that “I Love You” because I meant to. Did I remember to tell you that you are important in my lfe? Did I remember to tell you that your smile is owned by you and I feel privelaged when you share it with me? Did I remember to tell you today that I am a better person because you are in my world? I meant to. I need you to know that if I could create you to be the perfect fit for me, you would be exactly as you are. You are perfect to me. Did I remember to tell you today that I cherish our relationship and feel blessed, because I meant to? Your kindness and your generosity to lift my spirits doesn’t go unoticed and I thank you for that. Our day to day goes by so quickly but please know that if I had a dollar for everytime I thought of you, everytime your face goes through my thoughts and every quiet smile your name generates, I would be a millionaire. Did I tell you that you are my friend and that fact makes me proud, I meant to? Did I tell you today that if the world was to end tomorrow, I would ask to have one more hug with one more giggle and a good sassy comment, ’cause I certainly meant to? Tomorrow is another day and perhaps our paths will cross and if I should forget to tell you “I Love You”, well, I meant to.

You’ll Be Stronger……and other lies.

Devastation, loss, heartbreak and tragedy does not make you stronger or resilient or a better person. It kills a piece of your soul. Every time you experience despair, a piece of your soul dies. It just does, it just is and it’s reality……and how do you like that for an opening statement?

Have you ever wondered why older people seem calmer, perhaps less shocked by “bad news”? They seem to hear or go through total devastation with an aura of acceptance, not because they are so strong, but I believe because over time their sense of the unbearable has died. They and eventually we have become numb to sorrow. The ability to comprehend the severity has died. We have learned through history that life will go on, personal pain unoticed, everyone moving on. We shutdown the feeling of spending any time on the shock and awe of the situation as it is self defeating and so that little piece of our spirit dies. The elderly with their calm demeanour during crisis’s, admired for their strength and wisdom just know that the impact of this moment will in time too pass. It always has and it always will.

I spent sometime this morning reading over some motivational quotes and inspirational thoughts and found myself saying out loud, “Bullshit.” Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, move forward and learn from all the ugly stuff. What a load of crap. Just maybe I don’t want to loose another piece of my soul. Just maybe “C’est la vie” isn’t where I want to go. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…….check mark in the strongly disagree column. It doesn’t physically kill you but a piece of your spirit dies.

Remember when you were a kid and everything was so exciting and wonderful? Life beats that out of you. It takes that innocence and exuberance and day by day replaces it with fear, worry and trepidation. We spend more time evaluating situations for the “screw over” or “the downside” and justify it with not wanting to appear stupid or naive. God forbid we be trusting.

My brain works differently than normal people’s brains and I clearly get that. When I see someone, and we all know them, who have been to Hell and back, I don’t see a survivor, I see a very broken person who needs an honest smile and a nod of recognition. I get it! They aren’t stronger, they are coping and they damn well deserve a high five. Motivational quotes my ass, a standing ovation is in order.

So…..it is my personal philosophy that we take every gut wrenching situation and fix it. Name it, own it and fix it. I believe our soul is no different than our bodies in that it needs to be replenished. We have no problem spending time and money on the newest youthful regenerating face cream, lets regenerate our souls. Grab all those pieces we’ve lost and replace them.

I want to re-own (maybe not a word) Happiness, Excitement, Innocence, Trust and Fun. Maturity is just another name for responsible, so I’m not against that, but temper it with the word reasonable or mellow. I am so tired of my soul dying piece by piece by devastation that physical dying would be a pleasure. Life has taught us that bad things happen to good people everyday and we live in fear of that. I would like to make a powerful proposal, what if, just what if we all tell ourselves and our friends how fantastic they are? What if we acknowledge all those pieces of ugliness we have all endured with a simple hug and replace that dead piece with a positive comment. If we were to do this for each other everyday maybe THAT will make us stronger or resilient or a better person.

Success

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I love successful people, I find them fascinating. I love to be around them and could listen to them all day. Now some people confuse successful people with wealthy people and that may or may not be true just as all people on welfare may or may not be deadbeats. Some are, some aren’t, everybody has a story. The successful people I’m talking about, and I know many, are the doers and the thinkers and the positive “get’er done” people. The high energy, glass is more than half full, people! The people that get up every morning pumped and ready and excited. They love what their doing and see everything as a choice and they are choosing this life. It’s their life, they built it and they love it! At a gathering I always try to park myself right beside them and listen, you never hear them talk about someone…

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I Got To Be Your Mom

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It is my wish that someday my children ask me to define my life. That before I die, they look me in the eye and ask me about my accomplishments and my hopes, my dreams and how my life played out. I hope they will ask me because this is what I will tell them.

I got to be your Mom! I was blessed to meet a man who shared the same passion for children. I married a man whose priority was to have children and share their lives growing and learning.  To be a family.

I got to feel you move in my tummy and know that my life was going to be forever changed in what was to become the most fulfilling relationship I would ever have. I got to hold you the minute you were born and feel a level of love that was like nothing anyone…

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I Got To Be Your Mom

It is my wish that someday my children ask me to define my life. That before I die, they look me in the eye and ask me about my accomplishments and my hopes, my dreams and how my life played out. I hope they will ask me because this is what I will tell them.

I got to be your Mom! I was blessed to meet a man who shared the same passion for children. I married a man whose priority was to have children and share their lives growing and learning.  To be a family.

I got to feel you move in my tummy and know that my life was going to be forever changed in what was to become the most fulfilling relationship I would ever have. I got to hold you the minute you were born and feel a level of love that was like nothing anyone can prepare you for. I got to look at how perfect you were and promise to you, that you would become my lifes priority with a mission to protect and promote your perfection and individuality. I got to cuddle you in my arms speaking my adoration, and embrassing every moment as I knew that my days were numbered for those swaddled times, life was changing everday. The world was as it should be with you growing and learning to crawl, walk and explore the world. I got to be your Mom, the witness to all the excitement. I was blessed to watch you look at Dad and I for encouragement and praise and blessed to clap, dance, sing, hoot and holler at every stepping stone. I got to go to bed everynight exhausted from your exuberance, knowing that I just shared a day with the most precious person on my planet and that that day would never come again. I got to be your Mom, but you gave me more than I could ever give you. You gave me the meaning of joy. You gave me the perspective of priorities. You taught me what is important and what is just stuff. Not one night, when I layed you down to sleep, did you thank me for the house or the car or the trip, you said, “I love you Mommy.” Many a night I cried tears of pure joy for the heartfelt hugs and multipe kisses. The animated stories and squeals of happiness jumping on the bed made all other matters seem mute and I thank you for that! I got to be your Mom and struggle with your growing independence, my feeling of loss of control but I balanced that with the hope that I gave you the tools to move forward, for as you moved forward I was forced to do so as well. You grew and learned and I too grew and learned. For every moment of fear or frustration there was a wake up call to think about, “How could I do better, what can I improve on?” You made me challenge my thinking and were the catalyst to improve myself. I was very cognizant that being your Mom came with many responsibilities. Parttime isn’t good enough. I must strive to be of the character I wish for you to be. If I can instill in you a sense of value and pride by making you valuable and of high importance in my life, I will put a check in the win column. When I look you in the eye, adult to adult, I need to be able to say to you that you are and always have been my pride and joy. I need to know in my heart that the promise I made to you on the day of your birth, that you would be my priority is something I can say, I fulfilled.

Success

I love successful people, I find them fascinating. I love to be around them and could listen to them all day. Now some people confuse successful people with wealthy people and that may or may not be true just as all people on welfare may or may not be deadbeats. Some are, some aren’t, everybody has a story. The successful people I’m talking about, and I know many, are the doers and the thinkers and the positive “get’er done” people. The high energy, glass is more than half full, people! The people that get up every morning pumped and ready and excited. They love what their doing and see everything as a choice and they are choosing this life. It’s their life, they built it and they love it! At a gathering I always try to park myself right beside them and listen, you never hear them talk about someone else because they are talking about ideas. You know that old saying, “Stupid people talk about other people, average people talk about events, intelligent people talk about ideas.” All you have to do is sit in a room full of a diverse group of people and zone into conversations and it will only take you about 5 minutes to figure out who is who. It’s uncanny really, and fascinating. At this point I grab my cocktail and head straight for the people who are talking about music, or a book they’ve read or business plans or political improvements, anything but criticism. They are so easy to spot because they are smiling and relaxed and open. They are not expecting you to agree with them, they are not looking for affirmation, they are indeed welcoming intelligent dialogue. They are indeed thinking and saying, let’s look at this from all angles, all opinions and open to everyone’s input. It’s called learning. You never know what you might learn when you are open. These people have a passion and a direction and promote you to do the same. It’s infectious and enlightening. Successful people don’t even know the words, limitations or obstacls. They know challenges, minor interferences and diplomacy. Everything is doable just a willingness to grow and learn. Open with a passion for life and seeing opportunities in almost everything. Surround yourself with these people and hang on for an incredible ride.