Living or Existing

The difference between living and existing is stepping out of your comfort zone.
Are you Living Or Existing

I live in Barrie, Ontario Canada with my lovely wife and two sons. I have more children living in other cities who are equally important to me. I am a very busy person. I work full time (sometimes part-time at other jobs), I own and operate a small business, and I love to volunteer. My interests are wide and extremely varied. Chii Makwa (my contributor name) is Ojibwe for "big bear". My lovely wife's pet name for me. The title for my blog came from something somebody once said to me - got me thinking, something I like to do. The concept behind this blog is simple, whatever comes to mind. Feel free to comment, I like good conversation.


Saturday, October 31, 2009

Lifestyle Discrimination

I find it very odd that the media can broadcast whatever they wish without any question of how it is truly going to effect our society. I am not talking about peoples rights, or the laws which govern how the media is allowed to word things. That's all just smoke and mirrors, fluff if you prefer that term. I personally prefer the term garbage, or crap, or B.S. What I would truly like to know is where is the real accountability; for example: if a story about something that is perceived "may be a problem", or about something that people don't really understand comes across an editors desk why does he/she say to themselves "this deserves to be front page and be on two pages". What about the story where a person has been truly wronged - something legitimately a problem; why is it that story gets little attention, is very small, and tucked away somewhere insignificant. That is morally wrong, it's manipulation and in some cases fear mongering.

We are constantly being told that discrimination is wrong. I strongly believe that to be true. I also strongly believe that the term discrimination is used more as a political card opposed to a way of thinking. It's not used to teach people how not to be but rather used as a cover up or a front. My opinion is supported by the media in two articles I read recently; Boundary changes to bring bikers and Lawyer convicted in scheme. Both of these articles appeared in the October 27, 2009 issue of the Barrie Advance; www.barrieadvance.com and can be viewed online by following the links.

Now to give some background, I have known, very dearly, many types of criminals, even those associated with bike clubs. I also have met and had many conversations with the lawyer in the second article. I wouldn't say that gives me the authority to say I knew him, but growing up in certain lifestyles does give a person the authority to say they understand human beings.

When I first met Myles McLellan I was working at a cheque cashing company which offered Western Union money transfers. I served him for the first time while I was training and was introduced to the complexities of wiring money; especially large sums. When I was asked if I would send the money for him I said no. Then I was asked to justify my reason. I told my trainer, who was also the Assistant Manager and served Myles many times, that it didn't add up, I didn't trust him. He knew the system, was very patient, sent funds "all the time" (as I was told by him), and frankly I don't care if you're a lawyer or not, especially if you're a lawyer, you are not that generous unless you are Mother Theresa. My trainer didn't like my judgement and then I was introduced to him as "the guy who sends a lot of money to help poor people". She told me it was okay to go ahead and send the money so I went back to my wicket and completed his transaction. I saw Myles many times after that, at times 2 or 3 times a day. I still didn't trust his activity, but frankly, I didn't really care because I couldn't prove anything, and he brought money into my branch (the branch I later became manager of).

Back in 2006 I lost a money making customer because Myles was arrested for fraud. When I first heard of his arrest I didn't think anything of it except that I was right. Later that week there was a small blurb about him on the radio. How a local lawyer had been charged with fraud; he was taking elderly peoples money that they were trusting him with to pay their mortgage. At that point in time my opinion changed from "I don't care" to "what a fucking slimeball". There was virtually nothing more said about him in the media from that point.

So, here I am three years later reading the newspaper and I see an article suggesting that there is a bike club moving into the area. Which, I know they're already here so my interest is piqued. The article starts off with "The Hells Angels could be calling Barrie home next year". Then it goes on to say that they have owned a club house in Innisfil for ten years and they've never been a problem. So, how will they be a problem in a year when that part of Innisfil becomes part of Barrie? Also, the article states how there are two affiliated brothers who own a tattoo parlour. The Barrie Police Chief who is being interviewed says that there is no issue with the club or the tattoo parlour. He in fact states that biggest issue in a year will be the rise in crime with the rise in population. Then I continue reading through the paper and tucked in a very insignificant section was a revisited story of Mr. Myles McLellan. I should actually say a very dumbed down story of him. He is only now being convicted and sentenced for a "false mortgage scheme".

This made my blood boil. These motherfuckers who write these stories, or the fuckers who edit these stories don't have a brain in their heads, or they're so wrapped up in politics that they're blind as bats. They dedicated the story about the harmless bikers partially to the front page, both pages titles were suggesting that biker presence would cause problems to all of us poor Barrie folk. They could have suggested that the affiliated members who own the tattoo parlour are good citizens for bringing commerce to a downtown core that needs it. Or, they could have mentioned all the good things bikers do in way of fund raising for significant causes. On the other hand you have a snake like McLellan who ripped off old people (a crime in mine and many other peoples eyes that is unforgivable) and his story is being gently told. Almost in a way that makes you want to feel sad for him. Fuck him, he should be strung up and those elderly folks should be able to beat him to death. The media discriminated in a very sneaky way toward a lifestyle that is seen as bad, mostly because of what people don't know. What the hell did the lawyer ever give to our community, nothing. He was wiring that money so he didn't have to give it back. He is a slimy asshole and nothing more.

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Yummy Yummy Ribs

Last night my 9-year-old, Gavin, and I were hanging out playing on our PS2 and I asked him if he'd like to spend the rest of his time before bed to help me make the dry rub for the ribs which we are cooking for his Grandpa for his birthday.

Gavin was pretty excited to be making ribs for his Grandpa. So, we got out the ingredients we'd need and the measure cup and a large bowl and the measuring spoons. He assumed the responsibility of being "mixer", and he did a great job at it too, and was full of questions about the ingrediants we were using. He even gave his opinion of what else should be in the rub. When we were done he said lets put some Italian Seasoning in it. He was so happy when I said sure lets try that. So, Gavin finished mixing it all up and then he was even excited to help me rub the mix into the meat.

I gave him a large spoon to scoop the dry rub onto the ribs and I was the one who was massaging it into the meat. It was awesome to see the big smile on his face as he was going to bed.

Happy Cooking
Jason

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Living or Existing: Let Me Pray For You

Let Me Pray For You

I can't help but wonder what goes through some peoples minds ... for real.

A little while ago my daughters mother decided she was going to start some crap. Then she escalated it all into a war. A war in which I am determined she will not win.

When I was 15 my first little angel was born. Soon after I was not allowed to see her anymore due to her mother being negatively influenced to believe that I would steal money from my new born daughters' piggy bank that was apparently on the bathroom counter. Fifteen years went by before I found her again.

At first everything was seemingly fine ... my daughter and I were building a relationship and her mother seemed very happy about the whole thing. Later my daughter came to live with me, my wife, and two sons. We did as much as we could for her including give up our room and bed. We did all that because we love Tracey deeply. We were also taking care of their family dog - to which we were supposed to get help with (food, vet, etc) and we got nothing of the sort. Eventually the dog (Jack) got fleas and we were having a hell of a time getting rid of them as we also have three cats and are pretty tapped out since I have lost my job. Regardless we did all we could and we were told that we would get help from the owner but we never did. Things were still okay between us all and then her mom dropped the bomb.

She began to try and drive a wedge between my daughter and I; she called CAS on me and claimed I was a bad father. Then she took the dog (who my boys became very attached to); the same dog we were supposed to "share. My wife called her to try and talk sensibly to her and she-devil began to attack me to my wife. I later tried to call her and sensibly talk to her and she refused to talk to me in any way that made sense.

After all this she decided she was going to add two of my family members to her Facebook account (they don't even know her). I messaged her and asked her to delete my family members as they really don't need to be dragged into her crazy wims; I asked her to stop herassing them. Her response was golden;

I have not been contacting your family members, nor have I been harrassing anyone. How dare you send me any messages like this. I'm sorry but I believe that you need the parenting lessons more than I do. The one time I contacted one of your family members it was in regards to Tracey's cell phone that she left behind. Don't send me any messages! This is harrassment if you know what the word means.
I'll pray for you.


I need parenting lesson's? She'll pray for me? Laughable attempts at trying to make me look bad. She is obviously extremely insecure and she can't face the truth. I think someone should pray for her; too bad she has pissed me off so much that I would never pray for her; not under any circumstance.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Kids Can Cook

We have a new blog and facebook group called Kids Can Cook.

the Blog address is http://kidscancookcanada.blogspot.com/ and the facebook group address is http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=129693008180&ref=ts .
The email address is kidscancookcanada@gmail.com

There is a multi-purpose to Kids Can Cook.

  • To share recipes, tips, tricks, and ideas on how to get kids to eat their food and like it.

  • To share recipes, tips, tricks, and ideas on how to get kids into the kitchen and enjoy the art of cooking.

  • As a stepping stone to a cook book project which will feature user submitted recipes, tips, tricks, and ideas. As well, games, math and english development, and of course skill building recipes.


  • So please visit our Blog or Facebook Group or just simply email us and share.
    Happy Cooking ;-)

    Thursday, July 30, 2009

    Hello World

    It has been a heck of a long time since my last post


    Well what can you do about it?

    Not much now since it's in the past and the past is gone and gone means no longer accessable ... Whatever ... Ramblings of an (in)sane man.

    K, here it goes.

    I am doing great, as in excellent.

    Cynthia (my queen / wife) and I decided we were mobilizing a plan of action to move ourselves to the Muskoka area where I could be closer to my family ... mostly my uncles and grandmother. I have decided that I am going to culinary school, along with my daughter, who just finished a writing competition and completed a book in three days. Tracey (my daughter) graduated in June at the age of 16. My two sons are awesome as ever and growing bigger and smarter every single day. We are getting prepared to go on a week long camping trip where we are taking our three children and a friend for each of them. Also my brother-in-law is coming with his family and the friend of Gavins that is coming; his family of 5 will be there as well. I recently completed a contract position to coordinate a conference. We had one month to get it done from start to finish ... what a complete success it was for the amount of BS we had to put up with. It was awesome. Now I have a full time job interview tomorrow for the same place that contracted me. It's in the health sector ... not something I have ever done but I am confident I can do a great job at it. We are house sitting for my parent-in-laws. It has been fun, they have a pool. We had a little fire in the fire pit and we made smores, it was the first time I have made them by a camp fire, they were good. We still have another week to go then we go camping. Yippee!!

    So, that was a lot of rambling of nothing. talk to you soon ... in a month ... 3 months ... 6 months ... a year ... whatever.

    Ciao

    Friday, April 03, 2009

    Tuesday, June 24, 2008

    Born To Steal: When the Mafia Hit Wall Street; Review

    This was an amazing book

    It took me a while to read it only due to the fact that I work so much and really have little to no time in a day to read - in fact there were nights when I sacrificed sleep and annoyed my wife with my book light just to get some reading time in there.

    In Born to Steal: When the Mafia Hit Wall Street, Louis, the star of the book, is a born theif who is mezmerized by the appeal of the easy money to be made in the chop houses of the street. He takes from people without prejudice - the haves and have nots alike. But as the book carries on and he gets involved deeper in a life that he knows nothing about and doesn't know how to control I found myself feeling for Louis. I felt at times as though he was a hero of sorts, other times I felt extremely sorry for him.

    If you like investigative novels or books about gangsters and crime then this is definitely a must read.

    Happy reading
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