A Ha Ha for the 28th

There was a tribe in Africa which was very fierce and warring...they would battle all the tribes in the area, and they always won. As a victory trophy, they would take the throne of the chief of the defeated tribe and carry it home, chanting victory chants and singing the whole way. When they got home, they would put the throne in the attic of the grass hut. This went on for quite some time, and soon the throne collection grew, adding to the prestige of the tribe.

One day, they battled a tribe of fairly large people, some might call them giants. They won, and they struggled to get the throne home...but the chanting and joyousness prevailed as usual. When they got home, they had the ritual of putting the throne in the attic of the grass hut, but the weight was too much. The ceiling collapsed, killing everyone on the tribe.

The moral: People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.

I’m amazed, fascinated,nay... joyous. I don’t usually support minority governments but this one is different. This one proves (I believe) puts separatism in back of the back burner.

Now Mario is only a kid and we’ll be back at the polls before the next major snow flies, but till then Jean and Andre will be in the house everyday.

Also we will soon see where Mario stands on the real issues, and not just blather on about what he would really do.

Quebec, best province in the country for fun politics!!!

Fore !!!!

There are three golfers, Bob, Max, and Ted, who are looking for a fourth. Bob mentions that his friend George is a pretty good golfer, so they decide to invite him for the following Saturday.

"Sure, I'd love to play," says George, "but I may be about ten minutes late, so wait for me."

Saturday rolls around. Bob, Max, and Ted arrive promptly at 9:00 AM, and find George already waiting for them. He plays right-handed, and beats them all. Quite pleased with their new fourth, they ask him if he'd like to play again the following Saturday.

"Yeah, sounds great," says George. "But I may be about ten minutes late, so wait for me."

The following Saturday, again, all four golfers show up on time, but his time George plays left-handed, and beats them all. As they're getting ready to leave, George says, "See you next Saturday. But I may be about ten minutes late, so wait for me."

Every week from now on, George is right on time and plays great with whichever hand he decides to use. And every week, he departs with the same message. After a couple months, Ted is pretty tired of this routine, so he says, "Wait a minute, George. Every week you say you may be about ten minutes late, but you're right on time. You beat us either left-handed or right-handed. What's the story?"

"Well," George says, "I'm kind of superstitious. When I get up in the morning, I look at my wife. If she's sleeping on her left side, I play left-handed, and if she's sleeping on her right side, I play right-handed."

"So what do you do if she's sleeping on her back?" Bob asks.

"Then I'm about ten minutes late," George answers.

Quebec Idol

I voted today (advance poll, I hate crowds & line-ups) I got to the station about six fifteen, and there wasn’t a soul (ok maybe three others) and the good hard working folk of the different polls of the neighborhood.

I was directed to the proper table, my identification (Medicare card) and voting card demanded and presented.

I was issued a ballot and cautioned to return the pencil and I was off behind that secure two foot high piece of cardboard separating absolute secrecy and I from being divulge.

Well I got behind that fortress of solitude and peered at the piece of paper before me. I could vote GREEN....right,I could vote MARXIST…. right.

There were a plethora of choices before me.

It the end there were the Liberals or the PQ, there was also Mario heheheheheh

As always in Quebec votes for people like me are divided on linguistic lines so I voted for ……

AND ..... RETURNED THE PENCIL.

St. Patrick's Day So What !!!

My brother David Eric Bussey is the keystone of my life.

Through thick and thin Dave is there. In times of sorry Dave is there. In times of joy, Dave is there. Dave is the first person I call when anything happens in my life. He is able to quell my fears and help me put things into perspective, and aid me in making the right decisions. When our parents past away we were there for each other, but Dave was unquestionably the stronger of us both.

Dave moved to Guelph Ontario some years ago and was my first long distance drive to visit in my dad’s 1967 Ford Pinto. It was such a ‘long” drive (maybe 600 Kms) that I took a motel overnight before I ventured on the next day only to find myself on the wrong Silvercreek Parkway Dave had been back to Montreal many times, but this was my first. In the years that surrounded his living there, Dave and I clocked some unbelievable mileage, down the 401. Dave showed me all the best restaurants and never once was it necessary for me to find my Visa. His hospitality was so great.

Dave now lives in Alberta but nothing but distance separates us. When I was ill in 2006 Dave jumped on Westjet, and stayed with me till all was clear and I could be on my own. This year when I learned I was to be terminated from my job after thirty-three years plus Dave once again was there.

I doubt that any of you reading this blog are blessed with someone like Dave in your life but if you are ........ awesome

Dave….. words can not express my love for you, but thank you for being beside me through all.

Happy Birthday, Dave …. God bless.

...And Now a Word From Astral

It’s been ten days since I learned that as of April 27th I would no longer be employed by Black’s / Astral Photo. Lots have happened since then including three separate separation package offers. I have chosen one and truly believe that I have signed the correct one. I am still a bit smarting from the decision of the company, believing that my loyalty hasn’t been appreciated but both they and I have made the business decisions necessitated.

Family and friends have rallied around me and I am grateful for their support and love.

I have been in contact with the job counseling company and have responded to their two hundred and fifty “toggle questionnaire” They are professionals and easy and direct to talk to.

At this point, I would like as strange as it may seen to thank my regional manager (the man who dropped the bomb on me last week.) Although I may not be in full agreement with the situation, it seems Francois Sauro stepped up to the plate for me, getting me every penny possible. Apparently he was the only regional manager in Canada who did so much for those in his charge. Thank you Francois, the water is always on me.

Thanks for visiting my blog & Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Pop Quiz

Why don’t oysters give to charity?

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‘Cause they're shell fish !!

On Your Mark, Get Set,,,,,SMILE

Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp

"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.

" Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.

"That little runt, O'Conner," says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand."

"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."

"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand?"

"That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."

Getting Screwed

It’s taking me some time to write this (and its 2:05 in the morning) but I was informed Wednesday that after more then thirty years my services were no longer required at Black Photo Corp, Years of dedicated and apparently appreciated service have come down to a curt letter requesting that I return all company property on the final day of my employment.
The meeting with the regional manager surrounding this occurrence was short and matter of fact.
To be honest I can not believe this is happening. I never in my wildest dreams thought that my “career” with the company would end in this manner. I thought that maybe at age sixty or sixty-five, there would be a small group of co worker and friends toasting my departure.
Instead (for now) all I have is this bitter feeling of abandonment.
Now I also must tell you that they gave me a “package” which includes money and job counseling. But that seems so sterile and cold and not at all like the family were we preached to be.
My manager and co workers have been most supportive and even Francois who had to give me the news on the surface seems upset.
At times I am sad and depressed and then the emotions switch to anger. That being the case I suppose I must be careful not to wear my heart on my sleeve. Maybe after the dust and tears have settled I will be able to write a blog entry praising the merits of change
I would at this juncture in time wish to thank family & friends who have rallied around me at this time loaning me their ear to listen and their shoulder to lean on.
Yes after April 27 I will be off to enjoy the company and hospitality of Dave & Kathy in Edmonton.
Oh…….and btw I will still be a member of Blacks ¼ club entitling me to a 50% discount on all store purchases under 100$

Site of the Month

Its almost the 6th so here is my site of the month

http://www.westegg.com/nash/

A March Thought

Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder
and,
Your hand over my mouth