Darwins merriment of the chosen few

Things children say, the one liner that embodies their innocence, their ignorance of life experiences and their simple means by which to be included, these are the instances of which ensues a smile from the adult world. Games children play… these are instances to which companions a slow side to side jostling of the rational and logical head of the adult world.

Charles Darwin, the British naturalist, conceptualised in so many words “Only the strong shall survive, and continue the progression of their species.” In theory, with the games the youthful play nowadays, Darwin should have been classified as a genius philosopher.

With the advent of social media, and the countless drones of mindless participants crying out for acceptance and love from those they will never become formally acquainted with, came a new trend. The trend of mindless and haphazard challenges emerged as an acceptable form of recognition and inclusive herding of those that find a dire need to be noticed.

There has been the “Boiling Water Challenge,” the “Fire Challenge,” the “Fainting Challenge” and even the “Kylie Jenner Challenge,” which the latter was even named after a spoiled drab and mindless individual whom has a desire and yearning for acceptance and an unobtainable conclusion as to why the teenage girls idolize her. The chosen merriment of Darwin’s’ theory, prevailing throughout the world of digital friendship and aiding in the eradication of the weak is the mind-numbing “Tide Pod Challenge.” The perfect challenge, the final destination for those few that have obtained the intelligence quotient of the national speed limit and the desire to be included in the exclusive club of those that prove Darwin’s concept of evolution is the correct path. Apace the details, these sedimentary heedless halfwits take a small soft plastic container filled with a suicidal toxic mixture of cleaning chemicals in their mouths and procede to bite and break open the pod recklessly spewing the toxic mixture into their mouths.

With these feeble minded Darwin award recipients running amock, one needs to evalaute the generational tree these individuals got dropped on their heads from.

Althought the crooks in the neck are sore and pity falls on these individuals, a standing ovation must be given for the feeble mindedness leading the nomiations for the Darwin Awards.

 

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Precious fur-babies running amock

Oh the joys of having a canine companion. Unbridled and unconditional love, individual characteristics and sometimes goofiness, the mental stability and the dependence all of which are reasons to that our canine friends and family provide us as a daily dose of pleasure.

For most, we do all we can to ensure that our canine family members, or as some have come to coin the phrase “fur-babies”… My apologies, clearing my throat of the vomit from that word coming out through my fingers. Anyway,  we do all we can to ensure that they are fed right, bathed, housed and generally cared for. That also includes ensuring their safety when we are not at home, by securing our property the best we can so they do not wander off like a toddler ready to explore the world. These pet-owners, well this is not directed at you, but it should make you wander if the following should even be calling their canines, “fur-babies,” or even having human children for that matter.

Being part of a group on Facebook, aptly named VictorValley Pets, one sees all too often the same “fur-babies” getting out and the owners frantically posting about their lost “fur-babies,”  yet again. As well, living next to a couple referring to their canines the same, and yet have done nothing to ensure that their 2 “babies” do not get out, makes one wonder what kind of parents all of these people would actually make. If you love your canines that much to call them your “fur-babies,” ensure their safety as well.

If one sits and ponders the canine personalities, our loyal best-friends have the inquisitive and intellectual tendencies of a toddler. Would anyone in their right mind, allow their toddler to walk leisurly next to them in public without giving them much thought? Would they leave the front door unlocked, gates open or an inviting sign outdoors to go explore the world… metaphorically speaking of course? Those that are true “fur-baby” parents, ensure their canines are securily in their property, ensures that holes being dug are thwarted and corrected, holes in fences are properly mended to prevent future escapes into the wild world of discovery.

So here is a cheers to those fur-baby parents that do all they can to help their fur-babies stay with them for as long as they possibly can. To you others that the latter part of this covers, either learn how to properly care for them or adopt them out to parents who will take care of them properly.

Insecurity vs. Red Flags

Insecurities, a bane to one’s self, a hindrance of progressing and a roadblock to many, is also a misread trait among couples, friend and family.  When it comes to the self, insecurities predominantly exist, when those insecurities are perceived to be directed towards another, there are quite a bit of times when it is not an insecurity but a red flag.

Red flags, we all know what these are. They are those pesky little things that go off in our head when we see things that remind us past moments, past actions and past downfalls. They are prevalent in our everyday lives, home-life, work, within family and friends and within the loving bonds of couples. Most people don’t say anything about it, while others do.

Now I am sure that there have been actions or words in my past, that has risen red flags, but has never been pointed out to me. To me, if I see a red flag I am going to say something about it, and here is why:

If a man keeps tight lipped, during questionable times or even loving times, when a red flag appears or keeps appearing, than that man is just not into his woman. 

A real man, one who cares about the relationship and his woman, would not be afraid to say something. A man who doesn’t say anything, could careless about either.

And this is true for women as well, if a woman doesn’t care who you are talking to, if you have tons of female friends and isn’t concerned if red flags appear, she just doesn’t care about her man or the relationship.

No, it’s not an insecurity someone has, it’s a Red Flag, it’s a “I’ve seen that shit before and it wasn’t good” thing.

So sit down with your loved ones, tell them the concerns you have over the red flags, work together to understand the reasoning behind it and make a concerted effort to bring down those flags. If you don’t talk about it, just walk out because you just don’t care.

Hitting pause on Mr. Replay

Major Facepalm

Major Facepalm

So after three long luxurious weeks of blissful peacefulness and relaxation, It was time to set the 2:15 AM ear piercing squeals of the alarms to ensure a timely wake-up and preparation for the long commute to work. Being a workaholic, one tends to miss the hustle and bustle of a career environment, the chatter of incompetence and progress of persuasive talk from intellects and the effects ones completed projects have on the company. During the long one hour forty-five minute drive to work (with no traffic) one has time to recollect the years closing and what is expected and planned for the new year as well as all of the familiarities of the office.There was something missing though…

Arriving in the wee early morning hours, with no one else around, work began and timelines projected. The sound of squeaky doors, held shut and steady during the long holiday break, gave indication that colleagues and others were slowly dredging their way into a new year and a new set of hurdles and projects. Swinging the cold door to the office and looking across, the door to a top executive was ajar, yeah it may be early but he is always up for a quick software jab. Laughter and techie talk ensued and came to an end and yet still something was missing…

A quick half flew through the window and in came the immediate supervisor, grunting and conversing to who no one is quite sure still. After the dust and food crumbs settled in his office, a question was asked and an ensuing two hour one sided conversation was had and that is when it hit like a ton of bricks and the feeling of the invisible palm of the hand slapping the forehead with a “Doh!” following. That is what was missing, the conversations with this particular individual and hearing the same thing repeated over and over again. It is like having a vinyl record get stuck on the same groove and go around and around forever until someone bumps the arm to get it moving again. Oh the joys of these conversations, Mental note after he is done repeating, do not ask another question.

It’s almost over? But… no it can’t be

Desert_backyardThree glorious weeks of exclusive self-absorption and personal relaxation, oh the joys of the holiday season. Each year yours truly is forced to take off 2 weeks for the holidays, at my own expense mind you, and I add a third just for good measure. Prior to hunkering the shop for the closing year and preparing for the onslaught of the next, visions and plans raced through my head of what I had planned at home.

A new home I settled into at the first of the year, a whole acre of beautiful luscious… sand. Alright there is more to the land then just the dreary tan of the gritty earth, but looking out it’s perfect, it’s virgin and it’s just waiting to be molded into a perfect landscape of vegetables and fruits and a picture perfect desert oasis. There is trimming, raking, weeding and theading abound, mulching and dozing the earth for it to be fertility sound, revamping with repairs, replacements, whosits and whatits with thatches and catches… oops sorry was thinking about “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.” My home, a place I rent but one day will own, needs some love and care and I had plans to conquer some of those on my glorious break from the stress and conundrum of intellects at work.

Looking back as those quiet days come to a close, as I glance out my back window chugging my hot coffee, damn I haven’t done a single thing. As I shake my head, I realize… this place isn’t going anywhere and neither am I.