I have but one question to the Muslims living in France, England, etc. If you hate everything Western, to the point of murdering a soldier in his home country, then why are you living there? I'm certain England would be happy to pack your bags and send you back to Afghanistan.
What??? You don't want to go back because it's a shit-hole country???? That's the thing with Muslims. They come over trying to play the pauper role as victims crying about how their religion is about peace and they are oppressed by their governments. Bullshit.
You bleeding heart liberals will believe anybody who whines a little bit and cries. Muslims will slit your throat while you're handing them citizenship and offering social benefits.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
On Life Milestones: Next?
The past 25 years have been devoted to my kids. Damn, that's a quarter century. People who have been convicted of murder have had prison sentences less than that.
Things are about to shift. If I think about it too much I will cry. It's all becoming a reality. The out-of-state relatives are arriving, final ceremonial touches are being completed, etc.
Now what? I thought I would be arranging babysitting, changing diapers, and wrestling with car seats and strollers for all eternity -- not to mention driving on just about every school field trip, making food for class parties, etc.
I've poured so much of my energy into the kids...... I guess I can finally learn that foreign language, upgrade my computer skills, and pursue other interests that have been on the back burner for 25+ years. That's the positive side of having kids when young. I still have a lot of time to enjoy traveling and such. My career is solid, finances are solid, and health is solid. Granted, it could all change on a dime as we never know what life holds for us, but all in all it's pretty darn good.
Things are about to shift. If I think about it too much I will cry. It's all becoming a reality. The out-of-state relatives are arriving, final ceremonial touches are being completed, etc.
Now what? I thought I would be arranging babysitting, changing diapers, and wrestling with car seats and strollers for all eternity -- not to mention driving on just about every school field trip, making food for class parties, etc.
I've poured so much of my energy into the kids...... I guess I can finally learn that foreign language, upgrade my computer skills, and pursue other interests that have been on the back burner for 25+ years. That's the positive side of having kids when young. I still have a lot of time to enjoy traveling and such. My career is solid, finances are solid, and health is solid. Granted, it could all change on a dime as we never know what life holds for us, but all in all it's pretty darn good.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Careers for those in their 30's
I have spent the last 20 years interviewing candidates for an apprenticeship program that offers 100% paid health insurance (regardless of number of dependents), retirement, and other benefits that are pretty much non-existent in today's job market.
I also find it interesting that the applicants coming in have impressive academic backgrounds. Despite their expertise in the subject matter they majored in, they are unable to find a job that pays more than minimum wage and slave hours. Even if they stuck it out at the beginning serf levels, they would top out at a salary that would leave them in student loan debt until they were 150 years old and still never afford a house.
Last night I interviewed three with advanced degrees from so-called prestigious universities. I guess I'm sensitive to this as my own children are coming of age and the entire scam-tuition game is on my radar. Not only is the scam-tuition on my radar, it's the pressure from society that we continue this scam. Thank goddesses I'm strong enough not to fear going against the grain.
Now the tuition scam victims are turning 30 something and panic is setting in. They thought their youth would never end, and that mommy/daddy would pay their bills indefinitely. They are scared of having to (gulp) support themselves and pay their own bills. All of a sudden retirement is a real word in their vocabulary. The girlfriend they have been with is now pregnant. Their mom and dads have passed on and left nothing in their estate for them to inherit. It was all spent on medical bills. The inheritance "jackpot" that so many kids have been secretly pining for from their parents for has evaporated. It is sinking in that they can't afford their own lifestyle they have grown accustomed to.
It's now desperate flailing. Holding out for the job of their choice has left them with nothing but missed opportunities. They were the epitome of the "me" generation thinking the world would stop revolving until they were handed the perfect golden job on a silver platter specifically scripted to their own preferences. Now in their 30's they are edged out by beginning 20 somethings who are not quite as selfish and spoiled as the reality of the global economy has kicked them around some. The 40-60's are not retiring.
Now what? Sorry society has built up you 30-somethings and promised you things that were not delivered. My sage advice is to realize:
1. You're not that great;
2. There is somebody younger than you who is willing to do the job you turned your nose up at to gain experience and will not whine about it;
3. There is somebody older than you who will not retire.
4. The chances of the 20-something getting the retiree's job is greater because they have experience.
5. Sorry you sat on your ass for a decade. The world did keep revolving despite your thinking that you were the center of the universe.
6. Of course it's not your fault!!!!! You are the the leaders of blaming others.
I also find it interesting that the applicants coming in have impressive academic backgrounds. Despite their expertise in the subject matter they majored in, they are unable to find a job that pays more than minimum wage and slave hours. Even if they stuck it out at the beginning serf levels, they would top out at a salary that would leave them in student loan debt until they were 150 years old and still never afford a house.
Last night I interviewed three with advanced degrees from so-called prestigious universities. I guess I'm sensitive to this as my own children are coming of age and the entire scam-tuition game is on my radar. Not only is the scam-tuition on my radar, it's the pressure from society that we continue this scam. Thank goddesses I'm strong enough not to fear going against the grain.
Now the tuition scam victims are turning 30 something and panic is setting in. They thought their youth would never end, and that mommy/daddy would pay their bills indefinitely. They are scared of having to (gulp) support themselves and pay their own bills. All of a sudden retirement is a real word in their vocabulary. The girlfriend they have been with is now pregnant. Their mom and dads have passed on and left nothing in their estate for them to inherit. It was all spent on medical bills. The inheritance "jackpot" that so many kids have been secretly pining for from their parents for has evaporated. It is sinking in that they can't afford their own lifestyle they have grown accustomed to.
It's now desperate flailing. Holding out for the job of their choice has left them with nothing but missed opportunities. They were the epitome of the "me" generation thinking the world would stop revolving until they were handed the perfect golden job on a silver platter specifically scripted to their own preferences. Now in their 30's they are edged out by beginning 20 somethings who are not quite as selfish and spoiled as the reality of the global economy has kicked them around some. The 40-60's are not retiring.
Now what? Sorry society has built up you 30-somethings and promised you things that were not delivered. My sage advice is to realize:
1. You're not that great;
2. There is somebody younger than you who is willing to do the job you turned your nose up at to gain experience and will not whine about it;
3. There is somebody older than you who will not retire.
4. The chances of the 20-something getting the retiree's job is greater because they have experience.
5. Sorry you sat on your ass for a decade. The world did keep revolving despite your thinking that you were the center of the universe.
6. Of course it's not your fault!!!!! You are the the leaders of blaming others.
May 21: My Favorite Day
I know it's not an official holiday, but May 21 is my favorite day. It always has been since I was a kid. Why? Because spring was in full-force, school was almost out, and I could wear the fun spring clothes that had been hiding in the back of my closet all winter.
I loved the smell of the blooms, loved getting a tan, LOVED the outdoor kegger parties down by the Mississippi River.
It is also my birthday -- kind of. Back before legal drinking age I borrowed SSP's sister's ID to get into bars and to buy liquor. Her birthday? May 21. Don't think I did not have her name, address, birthday, drivers license number, etc., all memorized. I needed to pass the quiz if questioned by the bouncer.
Fun memories.... LOVE YA SSP and NS!!!!!
I loved the smell of the blooms, loved getting a tan, LOVED the outdoor kegger parties down by the Mississippi River.
It is also my birthday -- kind of. Back before legal drinking age I borrowed SSP's sister's ID to get into bars and to buy liquor. Her birthday? May 21. Don't think I did not have her name, address, birthday, drivers license number, etc., all memorized. I needed to pass the quiz if questioned by the bouncer.
Fun memories.... LOVE YA SSP and NS!!!!!
Monday, May 20, 2013
B.S. in Business Administration - Finance
You all will not believe it until the whole house of cards collapses in about 10 years -- just like the mortgage debacle. It's the student loan debacle that has sooooooo many tentacles....you'll see.
For whatever reason, the past generation or so has been telling a fairy tale that sending kids off to "college" to get their "degree" that is supposedly to guarantee them a financially secure future is the ONLY way to the path of happiness. In this delusional, academic, imaginary fairyland, a piece of paper that costs you obnoxious amounts in tuition to learn things that really do not apply to the real world is deemed desirable.
Yes.... I'm impressed by your knowledge of (fill in the blank). However, the only ones reaping any financial reward are those who told you it was necessary to get that degree in underwater basket weaving. You were sucked in. Now you need to recruit future under water basket weavers to make your existence complete. The cycle continues. True passion in a subject area requires no formal series of classes that will put you in the poorhouse for decades to come. You will find classes to fuel your passion if you're willing to learn about the subject matter more than writing a school name on a resume.
We have had a great social experiment of trying to make scholars out of the masses. We invented categories and majors so nobody would feel they were left behind. The only ones successful are those laughing all the way to the bank on your tuition dollars who convinced you the tuition was a good investment.
It's now five years after you have graduated from Greedy University. I am now interviewing you for a beginning position in a construction trades apprenticeship program. Your B.S. in finance has proved worthless.
It's ironic that the liberals pushing this massive education agenda created a workforce of debt-ridden, unemployable graduates who don't possess basic job skills.
More on that later......
For whatever reason, the past generation or so has been telling a fairy tale that sending kids off to "college" to get their "degree" that is supposedly to guarantee them a financially secure future is the ONLY way to the path of happiness. In this delusional, academic, imaginary fairyland, a piece of paper that costs you obnoxious amounts in tuition to learn things that really do not apply to the real world is deemed desirable.
Yes.... I'm impressed by your knowledge of (fill in the blank). However, the only ones reaping any financial reward are those who told you it was necessary to get that degree in underwater basket weaving. You were sucked in. Now you need to recruit future under water basket weavers to make your existence complete. The cycle continues. True passion in a subject area requires no formal series of classes that will put you in the poorhouse for decades to come. You will find classes to fuel your passion if you're willing to learn about the subject matter more than writing a school name on a resume.
We have had a great social experiment of trying to make scholars out of the masses. We invented categories and majors so nobody would feel they were left behind. The only ones successful are those laughing all the way to the bank on your tuition dollars who convinced you the tuition was a good investment.
It's now five years after you have graduated from Greedy University. I am now interviewing you for a beginning position in a construction trades apprenticeship program. Your B.S. in finance has proved worthless.
It's ironic that the liberals pushing this massive education agenda created a workforce of debt-ridden, unemployable graduates who don't possess basic job skills.
More on that later......
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Culinary Award #2
Tonight I received my second official culinary recognition award within the past month. I need to stress that I was not even really trying. I guess it's my natural love for cooking. There is no school I attended, classes taken, or even any kind of official training as an apprentice from a master. My culinary school? Trial and Error. Tuition? People going for second helpings, requests for recipes, and full bellies.
There was also something special about my award tonight. It was the references to the memories that I created.
Yeah... I probably helped escalate the obesity problem in America just a wee bit. However, my food was made from the best ingredients I could get a hold of and was not thoughtlessly tossed at you in a bag from a drive through window.
mamma's food is made with love..........that's the best ingredient there is........
There was also something special about my award tonight. It was the references to the memories that I created.
Yeah... I probably helped escalate the obesity problem in America just a wee bit. However, my food was made from the best ingredients I could get a hold of and was not thoughtlessly tossed at you in a bag from a drive through window.
mamma's food is made with love..........that's the best ingredient there is........
Friday, May 17, 2013
Sad Reunion
Time flies and people enter and exit our lives accordingly. It's not that I stop being your friend (unless you *really* pissed me off) but rather communication has dwindled because of, well.. just life. Perhaps the level of friendship did not deepen because of fundamental differences in our personalities, but we had fun while our paths were crossed. I will be pleasant and courteous to you, but don't mistake that for being my soul-friend. Remember, I am super selective about my inner circle of friends.
Then there are my friends who know I love them no matter how much time between our visits. We always pick up where we left off -- no apologies, excuses, or claims of excess business needed.
It's the group of friend-acquaintances that has me unsettled as of late. You know, the friends for whom you don't harbor any ill-will towards, but just dropped off the radar. Now they are popping up like bad pennies out of the blue.
One appeared for me this week. This is a person I have not seen in 16 years. This person appeared at a youth sporting event I was at. I will refer to this person as X. I was just sitting on the sidelines chatting with the other moms when X strolled up to my side. It took a moment or two for it all to register. Sure, X was 16 years older, grayer, and had all the other visible signs of the natural progression of life on the physical body. When it clicked and registered I gave X a big hug. Mistake.
X was full of woe-is-me stories of the 15 years. Granted, X has been through the wringer. However, there was a certain vibe X was giving off that was sounding alarms in my inner energy detector. It became clear after X went on and on and on and on about personal hardships, health issues, job losses, etc., that X really was a needy person needing a rescue. The clincher was the overwhelming smell of booze X was emitting. I am a sympathetic, empathic person and I did not want to blow X off, but it was an emotionally exhausting conversation. All I wanted to do was watch the game. X tracked me down and ambushed me. X lamented about how I have not sent out Christmas cards the past couple of years (taking it as a personal insult), and not keeping in steady communication. By the end I felt drained and like I had been hit by a Mack truck.
Why is it that I am a magnet for the needy and clingy? I don't need more people sucking my energy. Codependent no more!
Then there are my friends who know I love them no matter how much time between our visits. We always pick up where we left off -- no apologies, excuses, or claims of excess business needed.
It's the group of friend-acquaintances that has me unsettled as of late. You know, the friends for whom you don't harbor any ill-will towards, but just dropped off the radar. Now they are popping up like bad pennies out of the blue.
One appeared for me this week. This is a person I have not seen in 16 years. This person appeared at a youth sporting event I was at. I will refer to this person as X. I was just sitting on the sidelines chatting with the other moms when X strolled up to my side. It took a moment or two for it all to register. Sure, X was 16 years older, grayer, and had all the other visible signs of the natural progression of life on the physical body. When it clicked and registered I gave X a big hug. Mistake.
X was full of woe-is-me stories of the 15 years. Granted, X has been through the wringer. However, there was a certain vibe X was giving off that was sounding alarms in my inner energy detector. It became clear after X went on and on and on and on about personal hardships, health issues, job losses, etc., that X really was a needy person needing a rescue. The clincher was the overwhelming smell of booze X was emitting. I am a sympathetic, empathic person and I did not want to blow X off, but it was an emotionally exhausting conversation. All I wanted to do was watch the game. X tracked me down and ambushed me. X lamented about how I have not sent out Christmas cards the past couple of years (taking it as a personal insult), and not keeping in steady communication. By the end I felt drained and like I had been hit by a Mack truck.
Why is it that I am a magnet for the needy and clingy? I don't need more people sucking my energy. Codependent no more!
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