Bee in my Bonnet

Okay if it wasn’t so cold down here in the Golden Isles I probably would have a Bee in my Bonnet because I’d be butt up in my flower gardens preparing for Spring however, today I have a Bee in my bonnet of another nature.

Having noticed in recent days a great deal of insulting remarks about southern state constituents and their inability to “handle” a snow day which may or may not contain snow, ice and sleet. I love a good joke even a great prank or two but lets get something straight.

When I hear “Golden Isles” I imagine balmy beaches lined in dune grasses and palm trees. Flavored snow cones dripping down the backs of the hands of sun kissed children while digging in the sand under screeching sea birds. I see sand sculptures along the coastline in various degrees of creativity amongst scattered brightly colored beach umbrellas and lounging bathers. All the while filling my lungs with the heady and pungent smells of salty ocean breezes wetlands and low tide marshlands. A place which has two seasons in a good year; spring and summer and only one in a bad season = summer.

Southeast Georgians are not prepared for winter weather most northern states experience. Places such as Florida and Georgia are not prepared with truckloads of salt, nor city workers ready to dump sand on frozen roads. There are no snow plows tucked away for weather such as this which blows in randomly every so many years. In fact, I have never seen a snow chain ever sold in southern states and couldn’t tell you what one looks like even if you placed it in front of me.

Rather than toss insults and innuendo about people who live in the south lets show some love and pray for one another safe traveling mercies.

If you have a great youtube video which shows how to drive on black ice, sleet and snow laden roads safely, share it.

If you have any positive information in dealing with hazardous cold weather, post it. Lets teach each other.

When the drought hits and the high summer sun burns and devours whatever and whomever it will we in the South pull together. We place bottled water in coolers and leave it out for city workers and neighbors greet one another with cold drinks when spotted working in the yard on an especially hot day.

We bring fans to the elderly and shut ins and even shuttle groups of people to public air conditioned places such as the local mall or library.

The human race is oft referred to as Human Kind, so please lets prove we can be, KIND…

Big Love´╗┐

New Furniture, Same Shaft

In my life, that line from a country song which goes something like, “Lifes a lesson, we learn as we go” stands true.

Like the American Indian having to be taught to ‘see’ the Ship, if no one tells us what our reality is from their point of view, none of us would consciously actively assess the state of not only our life but how we move in it and how it affects others as we do so.

People will compare themselves, one to the other as it is the nature of our self preservation. From my perspective humans have gone so far from the real goal of assessment that they no longer see their very real need to use this tool to asses for the benefit of All and not just for the one.

It has been about a decade since the last set of living room furniture purchase and although it has been a great investment the sound structure has far outlasted the upholstery. Last year I began a search for the replacement set. I already knew the color and fabric but not the manufacture. Many can attest to my need to know just what I am investing in when I make a purchase. For nearly a year prior to the purchase I visited my local furniture stores, searched the internet and reviewed styles of furniture.

I found some really lovely pieces but wrong fabric and color or failed to meet one of the criteria on this list I have compiled. It is quite simple really, the set must look like the last one, same color, same fabric, same structure. Having finally settled on a set, I chose to go into debt and purchase the set which finally passes the test…or so I thought.

I love to sit in a piece of furniture which nests with me, something I can sink into and have a sense of wearing my bathrobe while I do it. Comfort, I’m all about it, driven to uncover it while continually seeking it. Not only do I want to feel comfortable and comforted while I do it but I strive to provide the same for everyone in my midst….but alas, I digress this is another blog for another time, now on to the new furniture purchase.

I noticed the new furniture has begun to sag, in less than a year the seat cushions are going flat, the arms of the furniture showing obvious indentations where my blind seven pound cat nests everyday. I attempted to take the covers off the cushions and pillows recently and learned that they are respectively stuffed with pillow filler. There is no foam to speak of in regards to the new set. Contrary to popular belief the main structure of the furniture is not the two by fours or four by fours the set is made of but the cushions and how they wear in the framework of the set. A sound frame work is good, sound cushions is better!

I spoke to the owner of the business we purchased from and it dawned on me, this is the fourth purchase over the course of a decade I’ve made with this facility and the fourth time I have complained about the product. There was the shoddy paint job on a washer dryer set, the cheap cover on a memory foam mattress/box-spring set, and the first time someone sat on the couch it gave way structurally and an upholsterer had to come repair it!

Consumers like me invest for the long haul, I do business with this local dealership because it is a local store. Why does the average consumer go to the bigger chain stores you ask? Because the local dealers do not appreciate the patronage of its neighbors. The service offered is not up to par. My first purchase at this location was due to word of mouth because the “manager /owner is a really nice guy”. I want to be the reason that nice guys/gals finish first and so I invest and in turn I should count on my investment showing a profit. Not running out at the first sign of trouble.

Fourteen months into the purchase and the furniture looks worse for wear than my last set after eight years of two teenage boys, their friends, family reunions with a few stay overs, a really old chihuahua that smelled like corn chips and three cats. I made the call to the store owner and when I submitted my concerns regarding the furniture not only can I hear the frown in his voice but can see him look heavenward and shake of his head as he does a comedic “Why me?” shrug.

Why should I have to take photos and email them? Why should I have to write a detailed letter regarding the poor form of this product? The manufacture of this product knew it was designed for temporary service. Without any experience as an upholsterer I can tell you, A good pillow loses its structure within a year a great pillow is serviceable for at least two, three if you are lucky before it goes flat. If I had known this is stage furniture, I wouldn’t have considered the purchase. Since when has it become standard to fill the seat cushions with pillow stuffing? Did someone fail to meet the commissary requirements and have to cut back?!

Feeling frustrated and defeated (just like I did the last three purchases) I decided to brain storm over the matter. There is a resolution and with or without the assistance of the store owner I will find it. And while I do I hear the little voice in the back of my head suggesting that the owner should be doing this, if he really wanted to continue this very real working relationship wherein I and others keep him in business then he needs to pick up game and make a positive move in behalf of the very consumers who keep him afloat, such as ME. In fact, I can almost hear the town bully taunting with fingers in ears, “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…prove it!” Finishing it off with a wet raspberry to the face of his prey.

I’ve decided rather than remain frustrated, becoming angry and feeling like I got the shaft again, I’ll just have a local upholsterer finish what the manufacture failed to do and come to terms with the fact that though I prefer to do business at this furniture/appliance locale it will be with the knowledge that customer satisfaction is a thing of the past and second rate will just have to do.

Scheming Girls Draining the System

There was a time when my heart went out to the unwed mother who was typically manipulated and taken advantage of by an older or more experienced man. You know that guy with the gold chain hanging around his neck and a ring or two on his hands to show he has a lil bit of money in his wallet? The same guy who takes her out to a fancy dining facility and offers the moon and stars if she just gives into his desires. He wines, dines and dances her one small step after another to his den of iniquity and once there teaches, primes her for the universal role she will play for him and for the next line of men that will come along and they will because she loses her identity to this man and the game he trains her up to play. Some would call him a pimp but this type of man does not teach her the particulars of how to seduce a man to make a dollar while she lay on her back. He trains her up for his own purpose and when she is no longer innocent, giving and pliable he tosses her aside. Moving onto to another innocent to corrupt.

Today the roles have changed, the game is on for girls to hit up the boy. These girls are no respecter of boys, they will choose the rich, the poor and the troubled and bulldoze through their victims well stated NO. It doesn’t take a simpleton to figure out, “NO birth control = a baby in nine months” and recklessly they move forward. Within a few short weeks of pursuing she becomes pregnant and begins making demands for the expectant father to move in, pay up and commit to a relationship or else.

What then does this girl hope to achieve in having unprotected sex if not to set this guy up and use the child as leverage to bend his will to acquiesce to her childish demands as puppeteer to her new puppet? Epic fail…this game as old as time and the only one who suffers is the child, the precious child who will be told what a useless pathetic father it has…

We live in a day and age where girls are rewarded for their decision to lay down and make babies. They become the ‘victim’ and are surrounded by all sorts of people (especially bitter adult women) who fill this girl’s head with her rights and the rights of the unborn baby. The victim here is the man who said NO! There should be some penalties implemented via the system they drain while these girls commit to have unprotected sex with one random partner after another.

If they are fully capable of making the decision to be promiscuous then they are fully capable of providing for the child produced from this coupling. More than half of all children born into this world is to unwed mothers many of whom do not practice safe sex. With all the birth control on the market readily available such as; ABSTINENCE (which is free!), birth control pills, condoms and the morning after pill there is no excuse for these ‘bundles of joy’ coming into this world to unwed mothers with unstable circumstances. The greatest form of negligence is giving birth to a child you are not able to provide for. It is not the states responsibility to take up where you fail to provide especially in light of the fact that he said NO! Not one state in the USA should be required to provide for these reckless girls who haplessly produce one baby after another without means to support or provide. It should be against the law and in biblical times there was only one way to deal with an unwed mother and that was to stone her to death! There were no special provisions from the state for the illegitimate child and promiscuous woman.

When a man says NO it is NO. Why is it that when a woman says NO it IS NO? And the law protects her? Just because a woman can manipulate a man into being stimulated enough to perform sexually does not mean he is interested IN that female it means he is stimulated to perform. Once spent his NO still means NO. Time to change some laws in this land to protect the man, if we are still fighting for equality then now is the time to put it on the line…If we can protect women who say NO, then we must protect men who say NO.

I met a girl once who had three children out of wedlock. The first child was the result of this girl having multiple sex partners at the same time. Several men were tested by the state before the biological father was determined. Seriously?! If this girl admittedly had multiple partners why then would the state pursue the father when she should be held responsible for say, ‘reckless endangerment’?! The state pursues this man for child support retroactive from the child’s birth all the while the man is completely unawares the child exists. This man was part of a group of males she randomly slept with while she fully aware that she was not using birth control and did not require condom use. She knew pregnancy was a possibility her actions entrap and yet the state rewards her, incarcerates the ‘deadbeat’ as she sets the course of impoverished life style for a child who did not ask to come into this world.

Scheming girls who drain the system should be handled with justice and truth and made accountable for the many children they bear into a life of contention, poverty and great sadness.