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    Scribbled down on August 5th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Frothing At The Bit, Those Who Volunteered

    I’m pro-military. There are lots of decisions made by our politicians that I disagree with but those decisions don’t colour my opinions of the members of the Candian Forces. You can’t marry and live with someone who believes their job in the Canadian Forces is a calling and not believe in the need for, necessity and mission of our soldiers.

    These past few weeks have been hard. We’ve lost a number of soldiers due to road side bombings and accidents. Many of the deceased were stationed at our base. Those lost are members of our extended family – those who chose to serve – whether or not we knew them personally.

    As I read the newspaper, online articles and watch the news, I’m disheartened by the continual emphasis by the media outlets to the opinions of politicians and citizens who support either 1) bringing our troops home or 2) changing their mandate to peacekeeping and infrastructure building instead of combat. Some of the people with this attitude have never met a member of our Canadian Forces. They’ve never spoken to a soldier or members of their families. I am astounded at the knee-jerk reaction and naivete of these individuals and do not believe that equal time or opportunity to speak is being provided to those who offer an opposing view and support the current mission.

    If we are unwilling to fight to protect citizens in Afghanistan – where we have been invited and continually requested to stay and assist by the current Afghani government and sanctioned by the UN – then how can anyone possibly expect a Canadian soldier to successfully build infrastructure (roads, schools, homes, water plants, etc.) that will not be immediately destroyed? If we pull our troops home due to the harsh realities of combat, how can we honestly hold out heads up in public – either locally or in an international venue – and claim to care about womens’ rights, the tenants of democracy and freedom?

    It is as if we have forgotten:

    “War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”

    –John Stuart Mill

    I like to think I’m not blood-thirsty nor clouded by any desire or love of war. I like to think my opinion is founded on logic and an intimate knowledge of the sacrifice entailed for our soldier to perform their current mandate. At minimum, I’ve spent many hours considering both sides of the coin, knowing that this is not some strangers’ son that I’m willing to put on the line in order to see the mandate carried out. It is my family who is directly affected when I say I support our troops and their current actions in Afghanistan.

    I am not writing in hopes of gaining political ground or with rose coloured glasses firmly in place. I understand the sacrifice I am asking others to make in order to attempt to bring long lasting stability and peace to this war-torn region. I understand that we may make that sacrifice ourselves.

    To the families of those who have fallen recently, I can only extend my sympathies. I will not pretend to know what you are going through. What I do know is that many of our CF members in theatre and out believe in what they have been asked to do. They believe in the mission. We should never stop believing in them.

    Soft winds, gentle landings. Pro Patria.

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    the constant gardener

    Scribbled down on August 5th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Friends & Family

    Like everyone else in the world, I’m full of likes and dislikes. I love owning a house, but I hate doing all the standard housework and gardening. I’m fortunate in that my hubby still loves me enough to pull weeds and do laundry when it needs to be done. Granted, there are trade offs in order to keep him happy enough to do these menial chores, but it’s worth it.

    However, time spent at home is a whole other situation. My mom isn’t willing to trade a new PS2 game for letting me skip out on doing the dishes and can’t be bribed with beer to let me sit on the back porch while she weeds the garden. Instead I’m developing dish pan hands and have dirt under my fingernails. My parents garden (and yard) is about 10x the size of the tiny area we have at home. While one half of this family is battling little weed piles in the front and back of the yard, the other (that would be me) is pulling weeds from multiple flower gardens and a vegetable patch larger than our entire back yard! After the weeding there are tomato plants to be tied to stakes, slugs to be chased off, fertilizing and turning of the earth to be completed. It’s a continuing cycle of work to be done just to eat fresh veggies – whichever ones have survived being picked over by the groundhog, birds, skunks, etc.

    I think I know who has the best end of the deal. I’m expecting my two little front gardens and the backyard dirt patch to be completely fixed and beautiful by the time I get home!

    I’ve also noticed that it’s much easier to pass off dishes duty when you’re just loading a dishwasher as opposed to doing them in a sink. I know when we were growing up, dad always said he didn’t need a dishwasher because the house came equipped with two of them (my sister and I). Since we left home years ago it’s just not true anymore. At least I don’t have anyone fighting with me over who will wash and who is drying. When it come to dishes, I prefer to wash and hate to dry. No sister at home means no fighting – I can wash and leave the dishes in the rack to dry.

    I’m thrilled to be home and will happily stay until they throw me out but despite my many travels, I’ve never missed home and the hubby so much as I have these past 2 weeks.

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    amazing airlines

    Scribbled down on August 1st, 2006 by she
    Posted in Where No Flan Has Gone Before

    There are a couple of airlines I really love to fly.

    For domestic flights, there is nothing (in my not so humble opinion) better than Westjet in Canada. I’ve taken many flights from one end of the country to another and will fly longer and go to out of the way places just to fly with Westjet rather than the alternatives. In fact, I don’t think I’ve been on a domestic flight with any other airline in the past 7-8 years. From the customer service agents, ticketing agents, and flight stewards Westjet seems to staff their positions with the most helpful, generous and genuinely happy people.

    For international flights, I love to fly Northwest. Sure, I know that other airlines are fancier, offer more food or cheaper alcohol, but I’ve really got a soft spot for Northwest. They always seem to take care of me. When I’ve had nasty colds, they’ve kept me in liquids and hard candies to sooth my throat. When I forgot to request a vegetarian (nut free) meal, they scrounged around and fed me fresh fruit. Even when I’ve done something stupid (like leaving my cell phone in the airport in Manila) they’ve gone out of their way to track it down, send it via purser from Manila to Tokyo to Minneapolis to Edmonton. Despite my bazillion calls to all of the different airport lost luggage offices, they didn’t lose their cool and did an amazing job finding and returning my cell phone. I was so impressed that I called a long distance customer care number (not an 800 number… I willingly paid for it) just to tell Northwest how much I appreciated the work that their employees had been doing on my behalf.

    Airlines can be a pain point for many people but for me these two have gone above and beyond so often that it’s almost become expected.

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    lost

    Scribbled down on July 31st, 2006 by she
    Posted in Where No Flan Has Gone Before

    I didn’t learn to drive when I lived in Saint John fogville. Well, not really…I did drive here a bit when I was 16, but most of my driving in Canada has been in Manitoba and Alberta. So, now I’m home and keeper of the car keys I’ve discovered that I don’t really have a clue how to get anywhere. I’m one of those people who has to drive a route at least once in order to arrive at the correct destination. Written directions are useless and if someone else is driving, I have no idea where I am. Sure, I can get around the neighbourhood, to the grocery store, pharmacy and bank. But once I cross from the east side into downtown I’ve no clue where I am. Since mom doesn’t drive either, it could be very interesting relying on her to act as navigator. The first real test will be later this week when I need to be directed back and forth to the hospital. We’ll have to wait and see how that turns out. News at 11 (atlantic, 10 eastern, 9 central, 8 mountain [hi honey], 7 pacific).

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    hiatus update

    Scribbled down on July 28th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Cargo Hold

    I’ve got access to a reliable internet connection now and should have a bit more free time available after the long weekend. I’ll be starting regular posting again within the next few days.