- I Thought I might have had an iPad today. Turns out the Tucker & Tazz show, are jerks! I guess Allen Thicke has more "Star Power" for the jaded, London, On. "Upper Crust". Then a real, honest to goodness musician, like Steven Page. Singing for bananas, & jumping through hoops for your trainers deserves a radio interview, as opposed to actually writing, performing, & touring your very own billboard hits. Hey, I'm not bitter, really. I honestly couldn't care less about an "i" anything, my only thought was to try & get some real, accomplished Canadian talent for the guys to talk with this morning. It's their show, & their call on whether he was "iPad worthy". My opinion, I'd take 10min. with Steven Page over 2hrs. with Bieber any day of the week. I mean Come on, a talented multi-instrumentalist, singer & song writer, or a trained monkey. No-Brainer ! Maybe Steven's dark past is too much, after all Bieber's "donated shoes", damn near make him a philanthropist right!? & Londoner's like their golden-boy, do-gooders! Ahhh, Ahhh, A-Ch ("Tim Best"!!!) Chooo !!! ... excuse me, sorry ...
- Any-who, tough going lately. As if the bathroom ceiling wasn't enough, the toilet goes and the floor under it is now rotted. Yes, the ceiling in there is ready to collapse any minute, & now the kitchen tap is broken clean off! We're currently using pliers to run it. I'm about ready to quit. Seriously; throw in the towel & give up entirely. This has easily been the single worst year of my adult life thus far. Trust me when I say; "that's saying a lot". I've had some pretty rough times: welfare & E.I. for the 1'st year sober, lay-offs & working 3 jobs, back injury & re-training, & I'm just skimming the surface.
- Hey, I know that by comparison, I got it relatively great. The Country I live in, the community I call home, my wife & kids, but I wake up every day, wondering how to pay my bills, keeping lights on, let alone internet, satellite etc ... how, or even if I'm going to keep my house. This is a gut wrenching worry I carry everyday. Then they tell me I'm supposed to grieve the loss of my mother, I feel like I don't have the time. There's too much to do. There's always my mold infested bathroom, the windows screaming to get fixed, & now my kitchen is going to pot. Did, I mention I have three boys, that never stop eating, never stop growing, and have constant, non-stop wants & needs, that Sara & I can barely keep up with.
- I know, every family, every where same story for thousands of years, but hey, watching the 4'th generation of my blood line prepare for the same daily dose of soul crushing frustration ain't nothing but painful. Mind numbing, spirit wrenching pain. A little dramatic you may say, walk in my shoes I respond.
- I know my Grandfather, died of a massive heart attack, at around 62yrs. alcohol abuse, & hard living were to blame. Dad, died at 52yrs. only 10yrs. sober, he lay the ground work for recovery, to be sure, yet alcoholism & poverty were our constant companion. I'm thankful, grateful, that my four sisters were able to work as hard as they have. I'm more then pleased that smart choices, wise planning, & opportunity have all found favour for them. Truthfully I don't feel hard done by here. I embrace every moment as an opportunity for learning & growth. I know, now more then ever that time passes very fast, & as I look to our children, I see that for them, the next (4'th) generation, "Luck, is where preparation & opportunity meet" (Trudeau).
- You see, so many sit back & seethe, boiling with anger & resentment. "why does she have it so good"? or, "They've always had it so easy"? Not this guy, I'm happy when good people do well. Yet, I know that opportunity doesn't always drop out of the sky, many is the time when one has to work, & create opportunity where there is none. This is where I fear for my children, there's been a long held tradition of casting stones at success in my lifetime. I'm hoping that my children will learn to pick these stones up, polish them into gems, & stick them in their pockets. It is this idea that hard working people don't deserve their success that fuels bitterness, and finds one on the couch with a bowl of Mac & Cheese, and a big resentment. I'd rather see those efforts turn from hurling stones, into laying the bricks for a foundation of new family traditions. It's my prayer that they take the family name in a whole new direction.
- So yeah, I really don't care about an iPad. It's not like I've been dreaming about Steve Jobs hand delivering one in his tighty whiteys. There's been no weekend long plotting & scheming. No bodily organs going on E-Bay! If one fell outa the sky it may make life a little more fun. It could, maybe, add something to the blog, or the photography we enjoy, but it won't hug my kids, love my wife, or keep me sober today. It won't notice the robin making a nest in my back yard tree, or catch her call for a new boy friend in our grass. Those are the things I wouldn't share with anyone, or any "thing". I'm hoping if Steven Page did call, that they took time to ask him about the new album, or how his 1930's Martin is doing. Cause the rest is really old news. Laundry is calling, machine just went, "Bing, Bong" ...
- For The Record, I Love Tucker, Tazz, & Kelly, & London's Best Rock, FM96, This Station Has Been A Bright Spot Ever Since We Moved Here In '98 ... }:)
- Be Good, Love, S.
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