Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Dr Randy Pausch A Shining Star

Tribute to Dr Randy Pausch

I watched this on Oprah and couldn't believe what I was seeing - What an inspirational person this man is - I then found his entire lecture on you tube and watched it and OH MY GOODNESS - he lost his battle with pancreatic cancer last Friday and my thoughts and prayers go out to his family

I found his lecture to be so helpful and if you have the time please go and see it - you wont be sorry!

I love the many sayings he has and the one that really hit home base with me was - "You just have to decide if you're a Tigger or an Eeyore" - so true!

Thank you Dr Paush for your inspiration and your example.

Friday, July 4, 2008

My Very Own Yankee Doodle Boykie

Hey there Husband, my sexy beasty here's wishing you a Fantabulous Birthday and many many more -
oh yes and

So tonight you can have your cake AND EAT IT hahahah
And I then break out into Song singing,
much to his cries of OH NOOOOOO not the Yankee Doodle Dandy song again!!!!! ... 
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy by George M Cohan.

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real life nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the 4th of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy!

Happy Birthday My Love!!!!
From your mad African woman with a bone through her nose!!!

Ya folks you laugh - He actually put that on a tag (personalized number plate) on my car except he wrote behind the wheel instead of bone through the nose - when I first met his folks I wanted to arrive at the restaurant with a bone through my nose hahaha - but couldn't find one - because when he told them I was coming to the USA to meet him - he was asked if I were a Hutu or a Tutsis - hahahahahah
Strange thing is he often drives my car hahahahaha you should see the looks we get!
Ciao all and have a happy 4th to those that are celebrating it and to those that arent have a great weekend.
Spot ya later china's

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

One Zambia One Nation

I recently read Raven's (see link to her blog on the right) link to Ian Smith and thought it was so good I would email the link to my buddies too as I am sure a lot of them would like to read it. In the article it mentioned how Mr Smith would travel as prime minister - which really impressed me - and I recalled a memory as a kid of Kaunda's motorcade etc and got a response back from Cosmic and Raven which is just tooo funny to remain in emails so here it is ...

I wrote:
Wow, I haven't read this book - would like to - but thought this was interesting and perhaps you would too - and I am sure there are those of you out there that may have a different story about him - I for one am impressed with how he traveled unlike the fat cats.
I remember in Zambia when Kaunda drove in his motorcade - and for a radius of X amount of miles around him EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE from cars to pedestrians had to stand still - I mean really if that isn't just a little much!!!!
I still remember when I was in my early 20's telling this very same story at a dinner with work colleagues and one guy I worked with - well his wife (funny she was south African and he was a Brit) kakked me out from a dizzy height telling me that she had read Kaunda's life story and how he struggled and what a hard life he had - I was totally ignorant to this fact - and didn't know what to say and as a result looked like a complete idiot - this was a total liberal recognizing someone that was ignorant and wanted to use her knowledge of the topic to totally belittle someone to put their point across which she was able to do - but I tell you she wouldn't get away with that with me today I would rip her a new one!!!
Anyway here is the link

Cosmic wrote:" Ya I'm sure it would be very interesting indeed. As for the stupid cow who read the book on Kaunda and obviously knew everything about him.... I so wish you gave her carrots because I vividly remember that!!! Do your remember in the bioscope, before the movie started. they would play a film clip of a big brass band playing the national anthem. Everybody had to stand up and at the end of it all some "indigenous biped" would say in a deep voice. "ONE ZAMBIA ONE NATION" then you could sit down. When TV started... One Zambia one Nation.... When TV ended.... One Zambia One Nation, Faaargin Hell!!! Even the damn parrot would whistle the tune and, One Zambia One Nation the whole day long and then tell its itself, SHUTUP JIMMY!!!"

I nearly peed my pants I laughed so hard at that about the parrot!!!!

Raven wrote: "Oh Moonie, tell Cosmic I remember the 'One Zambia, one nation' speech...I nearly cracked up when I read it again after all these, when my Ouma heard that jungle ape screaming One Zambia, One nation...she would shout back, 'One airport, one station'...hahaha..! I had forgotten about that trip....thanks for the memory!"

Just to add to this btw - I remember my mother telling me of how she was nearly jailed - it was a HUGE gedoente - by law every shop, business etc had to have a picture of Kaunda hanging somewhere - I was a toddler so didn't know where exactly - I think she said on the front of the business in the window like a license clear for all to see - my mother ran a restaurant at the club house in Kalulushi - someone had taken a cigarette and burned out the eye's of Kaunda's picture on the front of my mom's restaurant - she got into big shit for that and had to do some explaining down at the station - they were going to jail her and fine her a huge amount apparently and finally after many hours of explaining they let her off lightly but she had to replace the photo with a undamaged one IMMEDIATELY - she said she was very lucky to get off with that - so much for the hard done by poor man huh - funny how you hear stories of people that have had such a hard life and then when they get the power they then treat others badly. One would think that seeing that they had first hand knowledge on how it felt they wouldn't do that to others hey?- anyway all this sounds so familiar - I remember seeing a program on North Korea - now theres a scary guy and of course that egotistical SOB in Zimbabwe - those drums are beating boys hear them well!!!

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Zimbabwean Drums

I was pleasantly surprised yesterday - I turned on the radio and heard Laura Ingraham giving a real work over about what is happening in Zimbabwe and why aren't the powers that be doing anything about it, why are so many so quite - I have to say this is the first time I have heard ANYTHING about this on radio or telly - not that that says it has not been talked about, I just hadn't heard it yet - except for the odd occasionally mention on the ticker.  So thank you Ms Ingraham - I emailed her show last night and asked her to go and look for this poem - then after me doing a search myself, I thought I would post it  here and if by chance my email gets read she can come here and see it - so if you are reading this Ms Ingraham, this is for you.

Zimbabwean Drums - Author Unknown

The drums are calling old man, and they are louder by the day
They are calling you to judgement and now's the time to pay
For the wrongs you've done your country and the trust betrayed
So hear those drums swelling, hear well and be afraid

You came to power on waves of hope that you would make your mark
In a land that shone in Africa like diamonds in the dark
In simple faith the people put their trust in your care
And were repaid by the Fifth Brigade and the CIO and fear
Twenty eight years of motorcades and lavish trips abroad
A nations heritage is lost through patronage and fraud
The Chiefs grow fat while people starve and famine stalks our homes
On idle farms the weeds grow rank and cover cattle bones
The youth are taught your slogans but even as they sing
The drums of change are beating for the truth is seeping in
The demagogue has feet of clay and lies will not sustain
The shattered land that once seemed free and will be so again
Too late to blame the drought, the Brits, the whites, the MDC
For all know where the finger points with cold finality

So hear the drums, old man, and listen to them well
They foretell of your end days and they have much to tell
For he who sows the seeds of hate will reap the grapes of wrath
So tremble in your bed at night, at the end of your sorry path