Friday, November 23, 2012

What A Week

It's been a while since I've written on this blog, and for that, I'm sorry.  But my mind has been on overload - from my job working as a Registered Dietitian in a psychiatric hospital to the war in the Middle East.  I've been a little preoccupied.

So let me say now, that thank G-d the people of Israel have pulled through this latest crisis, and shame on all those in the news media who used this latest attempt at genocide on the part of Hamas to slam Israel.  Make no mistake, slamming Israel will not save Arabs lives.  Making Arabs accountable for their behavior will.

Because it isn't Israel that is targeting civilians, it is Hamas that is targeting them.  We've all heard the saying "suicide by police," where a person points a gun at a police officer and the officer shoots to save his or her life.  That is what Hamas has done.  Setting up rocket launchers by civilians in the hopes that they will kill Jews and also get their own killed, and make Israel responsible, is disgusting.  But what is more disgusting is that they got away with it.

This past summer in Great Britain, during the Olympics, the police set up rocket batteries on roof tops in preparation for a terrorist assault. Local citizens complained that they were made into targets and the rockets were removed.  Why can't the citizens of Gaza do that?  Is it because they don't want to?  Is it because they believe that Hamas is right and they are willing to take the hit?  Or are they truly powerless?

I believe the Creator of the Universe never slumbers or sleeps.  He is aware of our actions, and He is judging us.  I call out the evil of Hamas, and all the people who support them.  Especially those in safe countries who permit this evil to thrive.  Our actions have consequences.  

I work in a facility where people are truly insane.  They are medicated in order to function.  But in comparison to what I just witnessed regarding CNN, BBC and their ilk, my patients seem pretty damn normal to me.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

20th Century Gal In A 21st Century World

I've been complaining for years about my phone.  Besides the fact that it's a really cool color of blue, it was crap.  I didn't get internet, and with Bluetooth in the car, I rarely got my messages in time.

So I traded up a few days ago and got an I-Phone 4.  That's right - not interested in the I-Phone 5 because I can barely operate my old phone.  But being in constant touch with the internet has made me a happy person.  Until today.

When a dear friend called and asked me to call her back, I couldn't.  Because even though they said they transferred my contacts at the AT&T store, they really didn't.  So I didn't have her number.

Hold on a moment.  What does it mean I didn't have her number?  Because if it isn't in my cell phone, it doesn't exist in my head.  Is that good thing?  No, it isn't a good thing.  My generation memorized phone numbers because we didn't have cell phones, and the ones we didn't memorize, we wrote down in a personal phone book.

Obviously, I'm a little stressed or I wouldn't been traveling back in time and make the past seem so wonderful.  It's just frustrating to start a new job, be expected to perform like a seasoned employee, and then when I want to make a phone call I can't because I don't have the phone number.

Lucky for me, I have a son who has a wonderful, calm personality (actually, I have 5 of them - one, unfortunately, is kinda like me.  Excitable).  He quietly and quickly got me to the AT&T store and making an extremely long story short, got me my phone numbers.

What lessons did I learn from this?  That the old fashioned personal phone books are gonna have to be good enough for me.  I guess I'm NOT ready for the 21st century at all.