Monday 25 April 2011

Thanks for this Annie.

I got this from my friend Annie's blog....

A 98-year-old woman in the UK wrote this to her bank. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in The Times.

Dear Sir,

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my cheque with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the cheque and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my Pension, an arrangement, which, I admit, has been in place for only thirty eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account £30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, but when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan payments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. Be aware that it is an offence under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Solicitor, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course, I will issue your employee with PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:

1. To make an appointment to see me.
2. To query a missing payment.
3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
7. To leave a message on my computer (a password to access my computer is required.
A password will be communicated to you at a later date to the Authorized Contact.)

8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through to 8.
9. To make a general complaint or inquiry, the contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous, New Year.

Your Humble Client

Wednesday 13 April 2011

Skipping school!!!!!

I gave Sean the day off on Thursday and we headed to the beach :0)
It was a brilliant day and the tide was in so we took his kayak, nerf guns, archery set, picnic and spent the whole day there. Later some friends joined us. It was a great break for Sean and me and we both enjoyed chilling out.

Catching up.

Here are a few photos of what we have been doing around here lately.

One of our monthly women's meetings in Mary O's home.
I went to visit Ethil who attends our church services. Her son thought it was pretty funny that I have a white face and brown legs!

Sean checking out Niall's Christmas gift.
Also, with his first certificate from school... I have to admit it was a bigger deal for me than for him; Poor kid, I made him pose for the photo. Have to stop that kinda thing and remember, he's growing up!
He loves his nerf guns, he and half the kids in the street!

St Patrick's Day Parade is always a winner, even if it was a bit chilly this year.

I walked the Carlingford mini marathon again with Becky and Jacinta.

We have enjoyed the company of some of our friends over the past few Sundays. Pierre, Stephen & Marie,
Daniel & Chasity,
Kevin and Tess.
Sean at JJB playing for his school and reaching the semi finals. Here are some of the Dundalk football players posing with him (!).
Me trying my hand at a spot of baking in my sister's cafe last month (something you definitely don't see me doing too often!)..

Niall took Sean and a friend off to the football ground with the archery set and then another turned up, and then another, and then another...!Well, what have you been up to lately?

Monday 4 April 2011

A tribute to moms.

I have a beautiful book that is full of short stories written by women about their mums. I have it quite a few years and every now and again I take it out and read through some of the stories. I have to be careful because it can leave me feeling very inadequate and it shows me how much I get wrong, but... it also can inspire me to get a move on and do better. Today I was reading a story from Ruth Fenter/Jenter (not sure as the first letter in her second name is not clear) called 'Eyes to see'. Here is some of it...

"Isn't it amazing?" she would say to my brothers and me. "Can't you just see Jesus...?" And then my mother would paint the scene for us-Jesus reaching out His hand and touching the blind man's eyes, taking the little children on His lap, washing His disciple's dirty feet. Through my mother's vivid description of Scriptures, I would see Jesus in ways I'd never seen Him before. And I learned to keep looking for Him in new ways. Those childhood images my mother created for me are forever fixed in my mind-in my thoughts about the person Jesus is and the God He came to earth to represent. My mother thought theology in pictures. And she was always saying, "Can't you just see God...?" And the amazing thing was that I coudl-so clear was the picture she had painted for me.

Not that I always wanted to see. Or always willingly stopped to look. I went through turbulent teenage years when I only had eyes for myself. And still today I can so quickly loose focus-see visions of sugar plum dancing in my head, or find myself gazing wistfully at more of this or more of that-more clothes for my wardrobe, more furniture for my house, more landscaping for my yard.

But when all the sights and sounds of longing are cleared away, I return to the simple gift my mother gave me-the ability to see God's gifts all around me and then quietly sit back, enjoy, and give thanks for what He's given.

Well, what do you think? The part about gazing wistfully at more of this and more of that really struck me. It's something we all fall into now and again and I for one find that the only thing to do at a time like that is to look around at what is in your life, your home, children, friends, husband, neighbourhoods, job etc., and be thankful for what you have and take your mind of what you haven't got because lets face it, isn't there always going to be 'something' we want and don't have?