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11/24/2009 A problem shared and all that...Have just ran out of things to do, so much is, has, and still is going on in the real world, i just haven't been logging in here, always end up back here though, always will. Am just at a loss with many things right now. Problem 1- When mum had her stroke back in March, i used the first 2 months course fees to pay petrol/bus fares/food ect to go to see her, i explained to Uni the why, all got sorted they just re-started payments on the condition that i set up a bank payment with them, so back in May i did just that! 4months later i recieved an e-mail saying i had to get intouch again, course was in errors of £300 and sum, so i got in touch again. This time i had to pay £50 to get back on the course and again monthly course fees was re-started again, Now there is NO WAY they did not get payment, i set up an account with THESE PEOPLE they take the course fees straight from my money, so i sat back knowing they course was getting paid... ...WRONG! The account was set up to take payment each time i got money into that account, the money was there for the Uni to take, only the Uni didn't take it has the Uni don't set up direct debit payments, instead they do it manually, anytime between the 1st of each month and the 8th of each month! The bank doesn't work on the same path has the Uni, The bank works in the manner of- Money collected from wages/income for Uni, Uni doesn't manually take that money on day the Direct Debit is set up then Uni doesn't get that cash, it goes back onto my card has money for me to spend freely...to top that off if the Uni doesn't ask for the course fees via the set up Direct Debit, then after 3 months the Direct Debit is automatically cancelled has the computer recognises it has a 'dead direct debit' so leaving me in £600 of debt. Has of last week my design course is no more...!!! ((will find another whilst freelancing))
Problem 2- Have whilst all the above been going on trying to help my dad keep the roof over his head the only way i knew how! SAFFA, C.A.B and family, Family= a brother of dads that, hmmm, ...dad has not got on with since way way before i was born, infact the couple of thousand dad needs before the 13th December 09 of rent arrers and council tax his brother, my uncle, offered to my dad via me lastnight.... Has always the 'giving freely of money' came with a condition, the condition being that i was to tell my dad the following. 'He is to phone and ask for the money he needs, the money will be given to pay the rent and council tax arrears, once given and the roof is secured over dads head for xmas, then dad is never to bother with his mum again, have nothing to do with any will that is left when my nanna goes, and never to show his face again on that doorstep'.. Of course i called dad knowing full well already what he was going to say...worth a try though wasn't it?, well i thought it was, only no! Cannot blame dad in many ways for telling me to tell his own brother exactlly where he can shove offer of payment tbh, the ONLY reason i call my own uncle is because he cares for my nanna if he hadn't given up his work 5 years ago, nanna would be in a care home today ! ..So dad is left with going C.A.B next Monday, the SAFFA guy coming back again some point next week and a court date to start proceedings against dad for the house on 13th December!!. Problem 3- The uncle above decides to send 'us' cheques, Us= nanna's granchildren, these cheques are monies that have been saved in a bank account since we was little, the total amount to then be split between her 6 granchildren, Ok, so said Uncle sends each of nanna's grandchildren the cheque, i call him and thank nanna, after lastnight i am sat here wondering if the payment of cheque is his way of telling us nanna hasn't got long to live, or his way of saying...that's it, that is you're intitlement don't bother turning up to the funeral, infact ...just dont bother. Strange how you only find out what a family member is really like when money is involved!!! Haaa well, on a better note! - Little one is getting christened on the 27th December, and, cannot remember if i told you guys? we spend Sunday's from 1030-1330 at Matt Fiddes Martial arts/kickboxing classes.
Untill i can think of a way to get above mess sorted out i will be hiding out over on facebook in amongst has many applications has i can to take my day up, that way i don;t have time to think of the 'real world'. Will drop back in, just no point commenting on peeps blogs ect when my crazy head isn't here Take care ya'll 11/8/2009 Daddy's Poem- Thank you Romeo... Daddy's Poem
---------------------- Her hair was up in a pony tail, Her favourite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. 'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day.' The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. 'My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart' . With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he is a British soldier And died just this past year When a roadside bomb hit his convoy And taught Britains to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mothers amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. 'I know you're with me Daddy,' To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far. WE WILL NEVER FORGET!
Remembering those fallen this year??Morning to all that read this.
Have a few questions that i have awoke with this morning.
Who is going to remember those lost this year?
I wonder how many turn up in our town to stand outside the war memorial 100% with no doubt that they should be stood there?
I wonder if attidudes on Remerance Sunday are changing...
Attidudes to why a soldier is a soldier is changing....anybody got answers??
This time last year some of you will remember i would of done my blog on 'remembering those who gave all' sweeped around spaces leaving 'May we never forget' words and war graphics...Not this year!...My attidude changing? Maybe yes, at the momment it is more a maybe i shouldnt make the trip into town with the girls. (confusion on what we are actually remembering)
This comes after going into town yesterday, the girls saw the Navy stood where they usually stand outside Boots, rushed over like they have done to get a poppy, they had to wait there turn...a women and man was in full conversation with the 2 navy guys holding this poppy. When conversations are going on and you are stood behind you cannot help but earwig in.
Dont know if i was disgusted with what i heard, shocked even that this women in the full earing of all that past was telling the navy guys that she willnot be buying a poppy has she would then be deeming the war a good thing, (cannot remember her exact words now) That 70% of soldiers sign up to save themselves from the Jobcenter queue and die because they had no choice! she was basically saying that ' To remember those fallen was today concidered has very wrong!!....
I walked away with the girls with no poppys!!!
Has i walked around the town i started to take notice of how many wore poppys proudly...more the older ones than the younger ones. There was 'some' but mainlt the older.
I am usually getting ready to get a taxi into town to stand with Dartmouth and remember....this year i will be taking the girls to Matt Fiddes Martial Arts class from 1030- 1230, and properly sit there wondering if really i should be stood in Dartmouth to remember the fallen.
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.....
Attidudes have changed i wonder just how much in say 5-10 years time people will Remember!! |
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