Monday, January 25, 2010

School Teacher Arrested

Got this in an e-mail and it was too good to keep just for myself... :)

A public school teacher was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a compass, a slide-rule and a calculator. At a morning press conference, the Attorney General said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-Gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

“Al-Gebra is a problem for us”, the Attorney General said. “They derive solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values.” They use secret code names like “X” and “Y” and refer to themselves as “unknowns”, but we have determined that they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country.

As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, “There are 3 sides to every triangle”.

When asked to comment on the arrest, President Obama said, “If God had wanted us to have better weapons of math instruction, he would have given us more fingers and toes.” White House aides told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the President. It is believed that the Nobel Prize for Physics will follow…

Sunday, January 24, 2010

I think I'm fairly decent

... as mothers go. I make my kids come to mass with me, but I think I have a fairly decent balance of control and tolerance. I do not think that I am either overly strict nor overly lenient.

I do not have unreasonable expectations. My kids must stay in the pew that we are in, but the younger ones are allowed to move freely one end of it to the other. They are not allowed to freely roam the church. They are allowed to get up a couple of times to go to the bathroom or blow their nose (and stretch their legs while they are at it), as long as they are not going every 5 minutes. I ask that they do not talk or yell, but they are allowed to whisper to each other. They bring Catholic books and colouring books, and sometimes a toy or two. I know that mass is long and incomprehensible at that age, but I do not believe that what I ask of them is a herculean task by any means.

I reward good behaviour, (well, tolerable behaviour anyway) by going to Tim Horton's afterwards. I think I am pretty tolerant, as I constantly have kids squeezing me, climbing over me, grabbing my face to make me look at them because what they have to say to me is obviously so much more important than whatever the priest's homily is about.

So I really hate to punish a child by not getting them something at Tim Horton's. But sometimes I do. I don't do it often, but usually, only a couple of times is enough. They remember afterwards that I really am capable of going there and buying something for everyone else except themselves.

Had to do it today, and I feel bad, but I know from experience that the next few masses should be better... for all of us.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Aide pour Haiti

Une lettre d'une amie à moi qui est infirmière et qui a déjà travaillé à Port-o-Prince:

Bonjour a vous tous et toutes...

J'espèere que je vous trouve bien...Ce n'est pas un message de Noel que je vous adresse ce soir...Depuis hier soir mon coeur est bouleversé, mais davantage ce jour ou j'assistais a une rencontre du CII(Conseil des Infirmiers-Infirmières) alors que je suis en vacances...

Bien oui, vous savez tous et toutes combien j'aime Haiti, que c'est mon pays d'adoption et ce matin je me sentais comme une haitienne, une amie de ces gens que je connais la-bas. J'y aime des tas de gens...

Mon message est pour vous informer que je fais une levée de fonds qui sera versée directement aux pauvres par la communauté des Missionnaires du Christ-Roi dans laquelle j'étais. Et je compte sur chacun de vous. Je sais que le temps des fêtes vient de passer mais je vous assure qu'un 10-20-30 dollars peut aider. Vous pourrez y recevoir un reçu d'impôts même si je sais que ce n'est pas cela qui compte actuellement pour vous et pour moi mais je vous en informe. Personne ne me pousse a faire cela mais je sais que l'on peut partager un tout petit peu.

Une grande amie religieuse devait retourner ce matin et la semaine dernière j'étais allée lui donner des sous pour les pauvres qui frappent a la porte. Elle n'est pas partie. Je me disais que mon quatre cents dollars n'était rien a compter sur tout ces besoins qu'il y aura. Je pleurais avec elle au téléphone pendant mon heure de lunch avant de retourner a ma réunion. Je pars en voyage la semaine prochaine avec ma famille au Nicaragua, voyage planifié, mais je partirais bien plus pour Haiti croyez-moi.....Une amie sera chargé de ramasser mon courrier et le mettre en lieu sûr.

Suggestion: Si vous avez vraiment envie de donner et de m'aider dans cette levée de fonds;

Chèque a l'ordre des: Missionnaires du Christ-Roi

Postez-les chez moi au: 3490 Cartier, Montréal, P.Q. H2K 4G2

Dès mon retour de voyage, je vais aller les porter au Conseil générale. Cet argent servira sans intermédiaire pour l'hopital, la nourriture,etc. Sachez que cet argent sera trèes bien utilisé, je connais très bien l'économe provinciale d'Haiti, c'est mon amie.

Je vous aime et je vous remercie infiniment de répondre a ma demande si cela vous est possible sans vous brimer.

Je vous embrasse le coeur gros mais confiant en Celui que les haitiens prient malgré tout ainsi que moi aussi,

Thérèse xxx

Monday, January 11, 2010

Sunday, January 10, 2010

I love winter

I drove down the icy road this afternoon, past the snow-covered fields and realized, I love this season. I love the cold. I love the snow, I love the ice. I like to curl up in front of a blazing fire. I like to pad around the house in an extra sweater and slippers. I enjoy putting on a hat and scarf and warm gloves before I go out.

I miss the land of the spruce trees that I grew up in. The countryside is beautiful here, but the land everywhere belongs to farmers or some other person. There is no free land left. I miss skating near the flats below my home. I miss sliding down the bank. I miss crossing a frozen river to a nearby island to cook hotdogs over a blazing fire. I miss the ski-doos. I miss tunnelling in the snow.

You can take the girl out of the North, but you can't take the North out of the girl.


This is something I wrote awhile ago. I changed the title and a few of the words.

Original version here.

Take me Whole

Bear with me please, it’s hard to find the words
I need to find, to tell you what it is
You need to know.
Take care with me, my heart’s so damn fragile
I’m so afraid, to tell you what it is
I want you to know.

I am here, body and soul
Will you take me, take me whole?
If I strip down, come out of hiding
If I show you my soul, confiding
Will you want me then? Want me whole?
If I bare all, body and soul

This was never something I intended
To share my life with one who’s a stranger
To what I think
I’m so lonely, but I’m never alone.
I want you here, inside, but it’s so hard
To open the door

Naked, anxious, defenceless before you
My only wish is that you'd snatch me up
Take me here, now.
My body’s yours, my soul I offer you
Make love to me, hold me close, let’s renew
Those vows we once spoke.