GrannyRant

Grumpy Old Woman Ranting about all sorts of things, that need talking about!

Browsing Posts tagged woman

Good morning, Granny calling……I am having one of those days, you know, the sort of day that starts out wrong. When you try to put the lid of the teapot on the kettle by mistake (and it falls in) and squirt hairspray under you arms instead of anti-perspirant. I loaded the washing machine put the powder in the wrong hole…you know what I mean, it’s not looking good…

It started when the first piece of toast jumped out of the toaster, white but dry, not even golden, more like stale bread than toast. I tried to butter it, tripped over the cat and yes..You guessed it the toast landed butter side down, with me swearing and the cat squawking because I had stepped on her toes. Valerie, my cat, was not having a good morning either. Having said that, she had slept well, on the corner of my bed, meaning that I had to sleep diagonally across the bed, which is probably why I’m now knackered and stroppy!

By the time I got the toast, I was running late, I had to drop my significant other off to the garage to drop his car off for servicing and then take him on to his workplace, which is 10 miles out of my way, so already I was all behind like a cows tail, the day is going downhill at a rate of knots!

At work, I parked my car in its usual spot, jumped out quickly in a shower, got my bag caught in the seatbelt and the contents proceeded to roll down the car park, lipstick, pens, plums and assorted furry sweets that have been lost in the bottom of my bag for eons. As I scrambled to pick them up, a very hospitable magpie deposited the remains of his breakfast all over the roof of my little car and half way down the windscreen. This was not just any old birdsh*t, this was Magpie Birdsh*t and boy was it ever sticky! OMG where will it end and it’s only ten past eight! I got some screenies and tried to wipe it off but it was like gravy browning, the more I rubbed the further it spread. I decided to let the rain do the job for me.

The rain, that’s another thing. My hair is now stuck to my head, the mousse that I applied when I washed it last night has turned to slime and I already know that when it dries, it will be rock hard and my hair will look like one of those plastic Elvis Heads you see at the seaside.

It is now 10.23am and I am having a tea break, but already I have jammed the photocopier, stapled my finger, stubbed my toe and broken my favourite mug…oh and I can’t remember if I switched the washing machine on, so the laundry is probably vegetating in the machine doing nothing….happy days!

Granny

Good evening, Granny Calling…..Day 16 is the first day of our road trip. Robyn and Adam have been planning where they would take us for months. They are two of the best, a great couple who have kindly given up their holiday time to drive us to some special destinations and we only found out a few days before we left the UK that we would be going into the USA for a couple of nights. How exciting, and how lucky are we to have such special people looking after us.

Due to us losing all our stuff on the raft escapade, we have to sort a few things out before we leave. Robyn said “There is no way I am going on a road trip without a cell phone”, I have to agree, sometimes you are driving for over an hour here without seeing a house, farm, or Service station. Adam’s phone was also water damaged so he was going to get a Blackberry which he has wanted for some time. I think falling in the river did him a favour as his old phone was a bit of a Dinosaur!

I was up a 6am as I had to call the UK to report my phone missing, my debit cards and find out how to sort out money, I lost all my money and my cards to the Bow River. 6am here is 1pm UK, so that seemed to be a good time to ring as I didn’t get held up on hold as you usually do. They said I could get an emergency money fund but it would cost. I decided to go to my online banking page, transfer money to Martin and he could access it from his account. No extra cost…simples ttch!

Blackberry were great, it’s insured they said, ring us when you are back across the pond and we’ll send you a new one within 48 hours, doesn’t it just make your day when something is sorted easily, hassle free…..we didn’t need anymore hassle after yesterday.

We went to a Mall and bought a new camera. Robyn and Adam are going to share it for now, I am going to keep the camera when we go home. Martin has Nikon insurance so he should be able to get his replaced easily. Phew…so much to think about. We got some crutches for Adam from the pharmacy, got a huge filled pita for lunch and piled into van and left Calgary. We were heading south towards the Rocky mountains.

It was a gorgeous day, clear blue sky, warm breeze and around 25 degrees. Everything looks so nice in the sun and we were all in good spirits as we headed out of town. We drove through Banff National Park and into Kootenay National Park and Adam and Robyn described points of interest as we travelled. In the mountain, the roads start to twist and turn, a change from the mile after mile of straight roads in the cities and on the outskirts. We climbed up and down hills as we went further into Kootenay, Robyn driving as Adam’s foot was painful. As we drove along we got our first sight of some wildlife, four deer, two standing and two young ones laid down in the grass, they are really pretty and we all oohed and aahed at the sight. A little further on the road split into two lanes our side and Robyn managed to overtake some slow vehicles as we climbed a hill, she squeezed the van back in between two cars and suddenly, the vehicles ahead started braking and slowing down. What’s going on now we wondered, more road-works maybe? As we slowly rounded the bend a Female Black Bear and cub, were casually crossing the road, I struggled to get the camera, still wanted to look at this amazing sight but by the time I switched the camera on and pressed the button, the delay meant that they had gone over the bank and disappeared into the trees. I am disappointed that we never got a picture, but I still have goose bumps thinking of how close we were to them, I’m not good at distance, but I reckon we were about 4 car lengths away…amazing. Some people I have spoken to have lived here all their lives and never seen a Bear and Adam said it was the closest he has been to one. We were really lucky. Further on we saw some wild Canadian Mountain goats, just lurking in a parking space, like they owned the place. What a great way to start a road trip and there was more great stuff to come.

We drove on towards Moose Lake and Radium and as we turned left into the mountain road (well dirt track really), Robyn swapped seats with Adam for the drive up the mountain. Wow! What a scary drive, Gravel road, very high and narrow in places. I am not happy at height and I hate height and movement, makes me feel nauseous but if you want to see things you just have to grit your teeth and go for it. On the way up to Moose Lake we saw, black squirrels, chipmunks and cows! Yes cows, now that is really wild! At the lake, which is really pretty, we stopped and ate the watermelon we had in the cool box and finished off the ham, salami and cucumbers that we brought from the fridge. We didn’t stay too long as the flies are like bumble bees and they BITE! Martin got bitten and so did I, these bugs like British flesh.

On the way down the mountain, we stopped at a natural hot spring, we paddled in water that was hotter than bath water, the smell of the sulphur wafting all around. Martin tried the cold pool too, not for me though, I have had my fill of cold water for a while. We decided not to get right into the water as we had to go on further and didn’t want to get the van wet or our clothes. What a great day and we have some brilliant pictures.

We got back to the van and drove on to Kimberley, our hotel was fantastic, in fact it was more than that. Kimberley is quiet in Summer as it’s a Ski resort, so we got a great suite, 2 en suite bedrooms, balcony, fantastic living room complete with cooking facilities and the beds were so big, it felt like I was sleeping on my own! You can view the resort at www.mountainspirit.ca What a great place. We ate supper across the road at Kelsey’s which is similar to Brewer’s Fayre at home and the waiter (David) was kind enough to sell us a bottle of wine to take back to our room and he even loaned us a corkscrew, even though it was officially against the rules. When we went back to the hotel, we sat at the high table in our suite, drank the wine, took pictures with our new camera with the self-timer and had high jinks taking pictures, even one of Robyn, fully clothed in the bath-tub! We all fell into bed exhausted, what a day, I love holidays …..

Monday morning and we woke in the huge bed which could easily sleep 8. I was first up, I usually am, I think I’ve been second up twice……. What a woman! I switched on the net-book, we have complimentary wi-fi here and I wanted to message people on Face book, I am now without my usual way of contact (my deceased Blackberry). I messaged Joanne, transferred money to Martin’s account and phaffed about, I also made a pot of coffee, there is no kettle for tea. Adam and Robyn got up and hobbled around sorting out their sore feet and got straight down to finding us a Hotel in CouerD’Alane IDAHO we were going to be in America today, earlier than we expected.

We wound our way through mountain roads, past huge green fields and ranches, over railway bridges and through small towns with just a few houses. The scenery is stunning in this part of the World with huge lakes and rivers that wind through the valleys like big blue veins. We counted down the Kilometres to the border and got passports ready. We all laughed at our passport photos and Robyn and Adam thought it was funny that I said Martin looked like an escaped convict in his!

We passed through Cranberra and we all agreed that it looked a bit dodgy, one of those places you didn’t really want to stop at. Maybe it’s a nice place, but it looked dirty and run down. We passed by Elizabeth lake, went through Moyie, where the lake is enormous and the deepest blue and a little place called Yahk, the saloon there was called ‘The Horny Owl’ I’m curious to know where that came from.

We arrived at the border at 1.15pm local time and we had to put our watches back one hour. When you live in little old GB it seems strange to go through time zones while your still in the same country! The Border Policeman was really surly and snapped off questions really quickly. Have you been convicted of anything are you carrying any firearms, drugs, food and so on. I had difficulty understanding him and he instructed Robyn to take off her sunglasses as he checked the passports. Some people just have such an attitude, welcome to America! He told us to park around the corner, go inside and sign up for our I-94 permits to enter the US. We had to fill in paper work, get our fingerprints taken and get mug shots done. It cost us $12 and he asked for it in America, thank God Robyn had the sense to pick up some dollars at the bank and she could lend us some. By the time we got back to the Dodge we felt like criminals. I’m sure we don’t cause the Americans so much stress when they visit the UK, maybe we’re too soft!

About 3 miles over the border in Idaho, we stopped on a hill to take in the view, our first real look at the US, the expanse of land in front of us is immense and you just can’t quite describe the feeling you get. The way you feel like a dot, in a huge world, insignificant and tiny, as they say in America…Awesome! We drove on and passed small towns, with lovely place names like, Songbird lane, Dusty Lane and Silhouette Drive, stirs the imagination and you start to wonder where the names came from? As we drove on, we came to a huge lake in a place called Sandpoint. This was almost a small ocean and there were boats and jet-skis screaming up and down at break-neck speed. Near Sandpoint Lodge, there is a small ‘beach’ with sun beds, chairs and tables, just like the seaside at Blackpool, but with a lake where the sea should be. It was breathtakingly beautiful. The temperature outside was 32 degrees, so the people on the sun beds must be frying!

We finally arrived at CouerD’Alane at around 3.15pm and found the hotel, it’s not as nice as yesterdays ‘suite’ but the room is pleasant and clean. It has a microwave, fridge and coffee maker and a huge Queen size bed. The air conditioning is really cranky and hums constantly but it’s a muggy 32 degrees outside, so you need it on.

We chilled out for a couple of hours and then went out to ‘The Olive Tree’ restaurant for supper. I had Parmesan sirloin with garlic mash, Martin and Adam had a seafood dish with scallops and shrimp and Robyn had Chicken Marsala, with fried potatoes. They brought us hot bread, coated in garlic butter and a huge bowl of salad before we started and I sampled their signature wine, a Rose blush which was gorgeous. Robyn ordered a cocktail, Long Island Ice tea, but she didn’t like it, so Adam drank it, along with his beer and was just a bit squiffy! He and Martin also had 2 pints of Budweiser and Robyn had a strawberry Dachari which looked like a milk shake with whipped cream! At the end of it we were stuffed and made our way back to book a Hotel for tomorrow night.

We have just left the ‘young people’. Hotel booked for tomorrow, we will be staying in Seattle, but that’s day 18 and another blog post, so for now goodnight….Granny….to be continued………..

DAY 1 – 10th JULY 2010
Granny calling…..Today we travel to Manchester. We were awake at 6.30 and he brought tea to bed and we actually sat there quite stunned at the fact that ‘The Day’ has actually arrived! I think we are both a bit nervous, silly really bearing in mind that we usually drive across to Europe every year in a really old VW van which is far less reliable than my car and a huge aeroplane!
Valerie, (the cat) is looking suspiciously at us both, she knows something is up and I think she suspects that she’s going to the cattery for 4 weeks. She’s been before and I am not worried about leaving her, she has always been fine before and as she adopted us, so I feel it’s only fair that she puts up with the cattery for us to go away. Besides it’s a nice place and costs a fortune! There I’ve persuaded myself.
Now, you would think that two people who travel quite a lot and tend not to plan but just go where Boris (the VW) takes us, wouldn’t be apprehensive but this is a childhood dream of mine and also of his and therefore we want it to be perfect, no pressure then. Also he is terrified of flying and that is why we normally drive. 9 hours on a flight does not have the same appeal for him, especially when the first word you see when you get to the airport is ‘terminal’ and I’ve been told that Calgary airport is a bit of a hairy place to land as the approach involves the plane tilting at 90 degrees with the ground! I won’t tell him as for me it’s a means to an end and well worth the time in a flying tin can. (Check for passports for the umpteenth time).
Oh well, back to the checking and re-checking, dollars…passports…insurance….lists of lists…take me to the ‘Travel lodge’!

According to The Guardian teachers will get tougher powers to deal with unruly pupils in a “zero tolerance” crackdown on nuisance in the classroom……..

Staff will be given powers to search children for mobile phones, music players, pornography, fireworks and cigarettes, extending existing powers that allow teachers to search pupils for knives.

Well, it’s about time some of the power was given back to teachers/lecturers, I know from experience the absolute terror of dealing with an angry teenager, who could threaten others in the group as well as yourself and then suddenly thinking, if I touch this person, I will lose my job!

As a new lecturer (around 10 years ago) my first experience of teaching a group, was with 15 level 1 hairdressing students. A nice group, 13 girls, 2 boys all aged between 16 and 19 years. I wanted to stamp my authority, while being fair, approachable and fun during the session. All was going swimmingly until I asked one grumpy looking student to stop using her mobile phone to text while she should have been practicing her cutting skills on a block (practice head). The conversation went along the lines of me saying, “you know it’s against class rules to use your phone during lessons, please put it away”. Her saying, ” who the F*CK do you think you are, I am 16 years old and you can’t tell me what to do!” Before I knew it she was holding a scissors 4 inches from my face and from the look on her face, she would stick it in my eyes at any moment! They didn’t prepare me for this during my PGCE course. I managed to calm her down and another student took the scissors out of her hand, but I was physically shaken and the girl was subsequently disciplined and expelled from the course.

My point in all this is that at the critical moment my actions could have been instictively to man-handle this obnoxious little she-devil and get her out of the training salon and what would have been the consequences then? There could have been an investigation, which may have resulted in me losing my first ever teaching post and who knows what else as a result?

After 10 years of working in FE, I have seen my fair share of angry teenagers and indeed adults and I have usually managed to placate the person and calm the situation down but the threat is ever present when teaching large numbers of people who are frequently using ‘cut throat’ razors and scissors. At 16 plus, very rarely are parents involved and on the odd occasion that they are, they will defend their offspring vociferously, while never once ticking them off for their behaviour. The attitude of far too many parents, is that they put up with this stroppy teenager and if you are prepared to teach him/her then you have to deal with it too.

Thankfully the majority of teenagers are absolutely fine. They are imaginative, motivated, polite and while having their moments, they usually realise themselves that you reap what you sow in this life and that respect is reciprocal. Those are the people that teachers/lecturers enjoy working with. The satisfaction you get from working with people like this cannot be under-estimated.

Unruly students/pupils who are a threat to the learning experience of others should not be tolerated and parents should support facilitators in their quest to turn their children into well adjusted, employable young adults. As Spiderman once said, “with power comes responsibility”, I would argue that with responsibility, you should also have power!”

Today I am excited. I feel like a kid in a chocolate factory even though I don’t really like chocolate, you can get my drift. There’s something about Friday that makes me feel, bright, breezy and downright wicked! Who knows why but it’s a great feeling. This week is especially special and if you’ve got five minutes to spare I’ll tell you why…….

On Monday (which just happens to be a bank holiday) it is my birthday. Not just any old birthday but my 52nd birthday. “What’s so special about that” I hear you say. Well, it’s a day that I have dreaded for over 20 years, I never wanted to be 52 as this was the age my Dad was when he was cruelly taken away from us to some higher plain. Now hang on a minute, don’t click the x to close the page just yet as this is not a story about death or dying, rather a celebration, a happy, go lucky, live your life to the full story, so bear with it.

I decided that rather than mourning something which happened 20 years ago, I should do what he would have done had he been here, so this morning, I got up early, pulled back the curtains, stretched, scratched and thanked my lucky stars that I could look out at the sunshine and hear the birds.

I decided that at work, I would smile at everyone, (Dad was always smiling) regardless as to how miserable they were and I would also sing the Whiffenpoof song intermittently as he did. If you are Welsh, or know Wales, you will find the humour in this.

Tonight, I will take long walk, regardless of the weather, as he would and I will take special notice of my surroundings and see things properly, in detail, take time to listen to the sounds and smells of life and the living. On return I will listen to music, cook something nice and drink red wine, I will finish my meal with strong black coffee and good Metaxa Brandy. I will celebrate life, unashamedly, for both of us.

My partner and I have a weekend in a Hotel planned and some rare down time together, so it will be eat drink and be merry, all the way. Life is too short to mourn the past, live every day as if it was your last and dance like no-ones looking…..Iechyd da – Good Health!

From the outset, the whole point of me writing this blog was for me to have a place where I could vent my feelings about all sorts of things. Every day there was something, which really ticked me off and I wanted to find out if anyone else agreed with me. So why now, three months in, am I feeling really insecure about my blog? I feel that I haven’t yet found my writing style, that I haven’t found anything which really catches the imagination of others and I really haven’t got that much to rant about at all? So is my blog dead before it ever lived?

I wanted it to be witty, eye catching, interesting and thought provoking? The only thoughts it’s provoking in me now, is that maybe I am not cut out to blog, but should carry on speaking my thoughts out loud for the entire world to hear, which seems to make people laugh out loud (occasionally). Maybe the world isn’t yet ready for another middle aged woman regurgitating words of no significance to the rest of the world?

I have checked out other peoples’ blogs and they all look far more interesting than mine. Most of them are well written and seem to be far more well informed. I have flogged it to death on Twitter, Facebook, Digg etc and while it has had over 6,000 hits in 3 months, there are very few comments and this is what makes me think, is there a point?

Maybe this is what I needed to do, ‘ramble’ a bit, because these words seem to be flowing far more freely than some of my other blurbs, maybe I should be a bit more controversial, maybe I should swear more or put some pictures of naked men on here…..any ideas?

Fifty is the new forty, so they say. I have to say that people who actually say this, have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. On the one hand, I agree, in as much, that at 50 by now the kids should have left home, you should be starting to earn more than you spend and you should have reached that time in your life when you are happy with your lot.

On the other hand, if you are female, you may be mid or peri menopausal and if you are male, you could be in the middle of a mid life crisis! A couple or natural but strange phenomena that turn normally intelligent, logical people into born again teenagers, mutton dressed as lamb or worse! With the prospect of an ever ageing population, the situation can only get worse; you only have to observe the range of ‘past their sell by date’ celebrities to see the effects of trying to stay young, with the nip and tuck brigade striving to look 40 something well into their 70′s!

Why is it that people can’t accept what is ‘dished out’ to them and get on with living, instead of trying to alter their looks and trying to seem younger than their years, surely age is to be celebrated? I believe that lines, wrinkles, laughter lines are maps of our lives and should be a sign of experience, life and living.

Being old isn’t something to deny, hush up or apologise for. It’s something to celebrate.
– Virginia Ironside

I find, as I get older (I am 51) that I laugh at life far more than I used to. I also take the time to look around and try to get others to stop taking life so seriously, after all we only get one stab at it! Mid-life problems are a perfectly natural thing to go through, we will all do it eventually, therefore ignore it as far as humanly possible, or go with the flow and re-invent yourself. Try a new hobby, join a club with some like-minded people, just do something…but most of all don’t do NOTHING!

Growing old is a journey best undertaken with a sense of humour and curiosity.
– Irma Kurtz

I have recently been trying to sort out my rather overweight body (5st overweight to be exact), in an effort to be fit for a trip to Canada in the summer. You know how it is, I had visitors from Canada staying at my house last year and we decided to take them up on the offer of a return trip! Fabulous, they live in Calgary, we can visit all the tourist areas, as well as catching up with family in Saskatchewan and not paying out a years salary on accomodation.

Whoopee, all systems go then. It was then that I looked in the mirror and listened to my chest playing tunes as I went up the stairs and thought…I need to lose weight and get fit for this! My cousin, who is putting us up for the first part of the holiday, is organising the trip and she’s in her late 20′s so it’s not likely to be a ‘stroll in the park’ for me and my significant other who are the wrong side of 50!

My dilemma now is how to do it? First, I thought, I need to drop 2 dress sizes, so I joined a slimming club, started walking more and generally tried to eat healthily, in the 7 months that followed the weight came off steadily and I have now lost 31lbs, 3 dress sizes and I feel far better. This is not enough though and being a person who finds the gym worse than chewing tin foil, I am still trying to find ways to tone up and build some muscle, which I am reliably informed will help me burn calories quicker.

So here I am, everything going south, cellulite in places I never knew existed and unfit. Walking is great, I am getting better and can comfortably walk 7 miles in one go, not bad. However, it does next to nothing for this lumpy bumpy body that now makes me look like a pile of rubber rings in my smaller clothes!

I have also hit a plateau in my weight loss plan and have stood still or only lost half a pound in the last 6 weeks gggrrrr, it really is hard to stay motivated and in the past (I’ve been ‘dieting’ most of my adult life), this is the point where I say, stuff the diet and order a take-away……

HELP, I think I’m falling off the wagon……Does my fat look like a bum in this?

What is it with people in towncentres and supermarkets, that makes them want to stand in groups and talk, right in front of the shop/shelf you need to get to? If they want to chat, do it in the cafe, the car park, or somewhere that doesn’t cheese off the rest of the stressed public!

I have just been to a supermarket where ‘every little helps’, which incidentally in our town is supposed to be the ‘Express’ version of the store? (that’s a joke right). I had 20 minutes to spare and needed to be in and out. I have now come to the conclusion that there is no way it can be done. It’s full of people using a supermarket as a meeting place, to discuss all manner of shite they could just as easily chat about elsewhere. They are probably talking to people they live 2 doors from and could shout over the garden wall.

You can spot them from the door, for instance, the bread is in aisle one, right between the crumpets and the pitta bread stands 4 members of the blue-rinse brigade and they can see you coming…as you approach they close ranks. The largest of the four, who must be deaf from the way she’s shouting, turns her back on me and pulls her shorter friend towards her ample bosom. Now I have lost sight of the crumpets and start ducking and diving like a meerkat to see if there are any left? I’m not even going to think about looking for the price, because if I can get at them at all, it will be a bloody miracle!

Then suddenly they decide they will move for me to browse the shelf, but now they are right in front of that crusty loaf I’m after, so I’m stuffed again and find myself apologising for moving them so that I can shop!

Off we go again, manouvering my wonky wheeled trolly to the end of aisle one and tentatively turning left into the pleasantly cool, chilled aisle where I try and find the milk I want. Horror of horrors, I am now confronted by a young Mother almost pulling her hair out because of a screaming two year old having a tantrum over the yogurt. She apologises for his antics offering the excuse…”terrible twos eh”? Terrible, this kid was the genuine child from hell right at that moment, spitting and kicking because he couldn’t get his own way. If he’d have been my child I think I would have walked away, left him screaming and picked him up when I had finished shopping. I could still hear him screaming when I finally got to the checkout!

Right, so far it’s taken me ten minutes to do two aisles..I run around frantically picking up the items I want, dodging more old aged terrorists and half a dozen supermarket workers with huge cages, trying to stock shelves (why don’t they employ night shift workers for that?). I fly down the wine aisle picking up a nice Chardonnay and a couple of bottles of Magners for my significant other and race towards the finish line.

I weave in and out of the queues to the self service ‘express checkout’ with three minutes to spare. Press the start button, scan the wine and bingo… “approval needed” says the automated message. Is there a member of staff anywhere to be found…you guessed it…NO! Two minutes later, here comes a Lily Savage lookalike and I resist the temptation to say “took your time didn’t you”, taps in the number and away I go again. I frantically try to get the cider through while she’s still there, but too quickly she disappears out of sight and the dreaded approval needed message goes again. I’m over time now and any chance of me getting to my appointment on time is fading fast! By the time I finish wrestling with the bags, trying to get the bent twenty pound note into the slot and taking my change, I have been in the store 40 minutes.

I pick up my bags, let out a sigh of relief and glance to my left as I approach the exit doors…they are still there, chatting away, not a care in the world and some bloke is still trying to get hold of some crumpets. It ought to be outlawed, how the Hell they can call shopping retail therapy is beyond me. Therapy is what you need after you leave the shops and as for calling any supermarket ‘express’ should be against the Trades Descriptions act!!

ZERO LIFE

1 comment

Zero, nothing, diddlysquat, Would you want to be like that
The stick-thin glamour icons that you see on your TV

Would you even contemplate? Taking something off your plate
To emulate this anorexic image that you see

Tall and chiselled, heavy makeup hides the skin that’s full of pustules
Waiting to be airbrushed from the pictures we will see

Reality is never seen among these glossy magazines
That teach the young of how to express their individuality

Being happy as you are, knowing that you can go far
Whatever you would wish to be by dreaming, working, planning

Ignore the image conscious drivel forced on us from every angle
Be yourself and learn to live with life’s personal gifts to you

Life is not a game where the prize is money and fame
But hard work, pride and reality live, love, laugh, be free

>