Google: Enemy at the gate, and other stuff.
I hate google. There was a window pop up on my computer one day that said there was a new download for Internet Explorer Browser, so being the wizard that I am, I downloaded it and then it took me forever to get rid of google as my home page. Mozilla firefox also has to have a google account to even access my favorites page. When I want to comment on a blog I have to sign in with my google account. I tell you folks, it's a conspiracy. They are going to infiltrate everything to such a degree, that soon you will need a google account to buy anything at Wal-mart. They will require you to carry a google card, much like your debit card. In fact I'll bet they do away with debit cards altogether and just use google cards. You won't be able to buy or sell without that google account. (You know where this is going, right?) Then they will want to put your account on a computer chip and implant it into your right hand or maybe your forehead. I wouldn't be a bit surprised that if someone knew the numerical value of google, it would be 666. ooooouuuu scary stuff. Back to real life.
I had a most marvelous Christmas. All my kids were here. We all met at Henry and Margarets on the 30th for our Braun Christmas. Everybody made it except for some noticeable absences from the west part of the country. We are not going to mention any names though because we are still in the holiday spirit and we wouldn't want anybody to feel like maybe THEY were the culprit. I'm kidding Tutz, undo that knot. When we were in Melfort, Noah took a liking to Emily that was just priceless to watch. The only time he left her was to get something to give to her. He would sit cross legged in front of her and then scoot forward till he was touching her. Never saw anything like it. Saturday before Glen and Becky went home we went to the WDM and Ben just fell almost as hard for the big train engine and a tractor named Henry (Ben's name for the tractor) as Noah did for Emily. We stopped for a coffee and snack in the cafe there and Ben took about two sips of his chocolate milk and he was ready to go see the engine again. I went with him and all the way down the street at the museum he was talking about "going to go see the big train, right Grandpa?" I would say right and then he would start right in again " going to go see the big black train, right Grandpa?" right again Ben "gonna sit in the big black train, right Grandpa?" right again Ben. This went on all the way till he was sitting in the engine and then it was " this is a big train, right Grandpa?" right again buddy. I think this place was the hi-light of his entire Christmas. I definitely know where to take him to keep him amused.
It was a really, really good Christmas.
I have resolved not to rant on this blog anymore. I think that is why I haven't posted in so long. After being a ranter, (is that a word?) for so long it is tough to stop. And people in the world just continue to give me so much fodder its tough not to rant. But I am not going to do it anymore. Instead of looking for the stories that tend to choke me up, I will look for those that lift me up. I will talk about things that make me glad to be here, and not those that make me want to slap someone. I know there will still be people who need a good smack now and then but someone else will have to do it.
Other than the google rant, I think it won't be too hard. What do you think?
I had a most marvelous Christmas. All my kids were here. We all met at Henry and Margarets on the 30th for our Braun Christmas. Everybody made it except for some noticeable absences from the west part of the country. We are not going to mention any names though because we are still in the holiday spirit and we wouldn't want anybody to feel like maybe THEY were the culprit. I'm kidding Tutz, undo that knot. When we were in Melfort, Noah took a liking to Emily that was just priceless to watch. The only time he left her was to get something to give to her. He would sit cross legged in front of her and then scoot forward till he was touching her. Never saw anything like it. Saturday before Glen and Becky went home we went to the WDM and Ben just fell almost as hard for the big train engine and a tractor named Henry (Ben's name for the tractor) as Noah did for Emily. We stopped for a coffee and snack in the cafe there and Ben took about two sips of his chocolate milk and he was ready to go see the engine again. I went with him and all the way down the street at the museum he was talking about "going to go see the big train, right Grandpa?" I would say right and then he would start right in again " going to go see the big black train, right Grandpa?" right again Ben "gonna sit in the big black train, right Grandpa?" right again Ben. This went on all the way till he was sitting in the engine and then it was " this is a big train, right Grandpa?" right again buddy. I think this place was the hi-light of his entire Christmas. I definitely know where to take him to keep him amused.
It was a really, really good Christmas.
I have resolved not to rant on this blog anymore. I think that is why I haven't posted in so long. After being a ranter, (is that a word?) for so long it is tough to stop. And people in the world just continue to give me so much fodder its tough not to rant. But I am not going to do it anymore. Instead of looking for the stories that tend to choke me up, I will look for those that lift me up. I will talk about things that make me glad to be here, and not those that make me want to slap someone. I know there will still be people who need a good smack now and then but someone else will have to do it.
Other than the google rant, I think it won't be too hard. What do you think?
posted by John at 7:59 PM
10 Comments:
I don't know, John. Was that a dig at me? I might have to write a ranting post about brothers who pick on their sisters for no good reason.
I check your blog every morning and when you blog about your grandsons I just smile all the way through. I can just picture you and little Ben walking in the WDM with him chattering all the way and you answering the same question over and over again... and enjoying it as much as you do. Now you just need to put up a few pictures. I'm sure a doting grandpa like you must have a few thousand.
GOOD LUCK WITH THE RANTING DAD. ME, ON THE OTHER HAND EMBRACE MY RAGE AND RANT ON.
It was nice to see you blogged. Sorry to hear you have such an issue with google. It is nice to know you had a wonderful Christmas, and we are sorry that we could not be there for it.
I am going to go and see our grandson Adam this weekend, I can hardly wait.
Hey-if you're looking for a place that will help you with your resolution...
www.happynews.com
I especially like the heros section.
I'm trying to be more like this too...I already know the world is going to hell in a handbasket (as Peter's dad would say) but then I guess that just makes the good stuff that much better.
Couldn't agree more! Rant on!
I am also a ranter by nature. It's sometimes so easy to see all the crap in this world and people that make me mad. (try driving in a town that has more seniors than any other place in Canada, and then is snows. arrggg)
That's why I just post about Luke. He is such a bright spot in our lives and there is never anything so wrong in this world that he can't make me smile and feel overwhelmed with love for such a little person.
So glad that you also get to enjoy your grandsons. They are so precious.
One day, everything is going to be owned by one company, I swear. It's seems there's no individual companies anymore, every brand of stuff is actually just a sub-brand of another larger company. I'm just curious to see which company it will be, and how long it will take until we're going to the Coca-Cola bank or shopping at the Google grocery store.
But other than that, glad you had a great Christmas!
The other night we went out for dinner and ran into a couple from our church. They love Ben and told he him could come to their house. He immediately climbed down from the table and started putting on his shoes, which I think surprised them. (Why were his shoes off in the restraunt? That's a whole other story, focus people.)
Anywho, we made him wait till we were done eating and then took him to their house and left him there while we grocery shopped. He had a fabulous time and cried when we took him home.
On the way home we passed by a house that was all lit up and in the window we could see two adults with a little girl on each of their shoulders. They were jumping up and down and running all over the place and you could see the smiles on the little girls' faces from the street, they were so big. You could almost hear their giggles.
And I had a moment. A moment where I realized that for all of the bad things I hear on the news, for all the jerks I run into in the Walmart parking lot, there are an equal number of giggles I never hear, of happy families playing with their children, of kind old men who give you a looney for your shopping cart when you don't have one, of people with open hearts and homes loving eachother and helping eachother.
I tend to be very critical and often cynical about this world of ours, but that evening I looked into the window of a stranger's home and got a glimpse of a world I often miss while I scowl at the bad driver in front of me.
Anywho...
I love google. I hope they end up owning everything. That would be fine with me. I wonder when they are going to take over Stupidstore. That will be a grand day I tell you. GRAND!
(Golly, but I'm perky today! I think it's cause Ang is coming.)
I thought of saving this one for postsecret, but what the heck.
If no one can see me, I usually take my shoes off in restaurants too.
LOL. I almost got kicked out of Henry's in Martensville for taking my shoes off in the booth while 8 months pregnant or so. Can you believe that? Cause it's such a classy joint. That must be why. Stinkin.
I'ts not hard to complain about the bad stuff going on in the world. The news certainly doesn't help. Do they play happy stories on a daily basis......NOPE!!
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