First of all, let me say that what you might think is a great item for the masses, to someone else probably is stupid. Recently I was on one site that suggested we should all go have a look at a Solar Powered Queen..... ! And what does the Queen do once she is powered up.... she waves at you. Now this is the heights of stupidity. I mean we all know that I am a Royal fan but a stupid plastic waving Queen is not my idea of the all purpose Christmas gift that is going to make me say WOW! (Well it might make me say WOW but not in the way that the giver would appreciate.) It is one more thing that is made out of petroleum products that defaces our planet and has absolutely no meaning except for the manufacturers pocket and maybe the Queen. So what I am trying to say in my miserable way is that what you might think is an awesome gift, to me would be one more thing on the way to the landfill.... (I'm starting to sound like Chuck V here now with his spiel about the landfill). Better still and the best gift I could get is a visit from you and not some plastic junk.... remember the anniversary party to which none of our friends showed up.... that was the worst, meanest gift we've ever gotten. I would rather have your company than a solar powered waving Queen.
Second: In this world of complaints about our economy and our environment, a solar powered Queen can only damage your pocket book and piss me off as she lands in the landfill. I really do not want to have to watch anyone declare bankruptcy because they over spent at Christmas purchasing a dumb object like a solar powered Queen. (Knit me a Queen instead if it must be a Queen... I at least know then that my relationship with you means enough for you to spend some time on a gift). Again, in my own stupid way I'm saying your opinion of a good Christmas gift might not be mine since I don't believe people should give gifts if they can't afford it. All you're doing in spending money you don't have, is making the credit cards companies richer and bringing down governments... i.e. Greece (who by the way doesn't have a Queen and wouldn't want a plastic solar powered one if they are in their right minds.)
Third: stop sending me cards with just a signature.... and make a card instead of waiting for the CNIB or the Heart and Stroke Foundation to send those dumb freebies through the mail.... once upon a time getting a card in the mail meant something.... you would find out what people were doing and it was so nice to catch up. Sending cards out is not a popularity contest. "Oh look I sent out 59 cards this year," says so and so. "Well I sent out 78," says another so and so.... "Well I can top that.... I sent out 102 cards this year." (Thanks Mrs Beaver, for the lovely card..... by the way... so far yours is the only one with anything written on it, beside your name.) (And to Sweet Davey.... keep this in mind when you send yours through the mail... I keep hinting each year that you should write something on your card but this year you're getting a direct hit! Write something besides, Sweet Davey and family. Perhaps you could tell me you're a Grandpa... that might be something you could write instead of letting me find out on the family website!!!)
The other day I was listening to The Current in the Evening on CBC radio. Anna Maria Tremonti was talking to poor people and asking them what it was like to be poor in Canada. It was an eye opener as well as a tear jerker. People were calling into the show and talking about what it is like to be poor in Canada. (Yes we have lots of poor people in Canada.) Story after story of poor people...people who are struggling just to keep food on the table were being broadcast... each story more heart renching than the one before. One lady called in and talked about how she went to a friend's house for a sleep over for the first time as a child, and the friend's mother let her have a bubble bath. She laid out on the bed a perfectly pretty flannel nightgown and a beautifully thick towel and ran a bath for her with bubbles from a bottle of Mr Bubble (remember those pink bottles of bath bubbles). The lady talked about how she remembered sitting in the bath until every last bubble popped and it was the greatest gift anyone could have given her.
It's the small things in life that mean so much.
So don't tell me that a solar powered Queen is the best gift ever....it's not. Instead, just go do something nice for someone and then write to me about it.... and tell me you were thinking of me when you did it because that is way better than a solar powered Queen... or any other piece of junk.
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| See... I really wasn't kidding about the Solar powered Queen.....and I'm not giving the link... purposely because I refuse to encourage anyone to purchase this piece of s*#t oops maybe I shouldn't have said that. |
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Guilty as charged.
Oh well we all have our faux pas.... but would love to stay in better touch... I had no idea that S had a baby. Mom can't be trusted to tell me news anymore.
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