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Move Over Ted Cruz

We have our own Ted Cruz right here in New Zealand!

Do you know the recent story about Ted Cruz? Well, do you even know who Ted Cruz is? If not, I’ll fill you in and if you do – skip the next paragraph if you want to.

Ted Cruz is a Republican senator from Texas who did a runner with his family to Mexico when the massive snowstorm hit Texas, and the lights went out. Well, it was more than lights; it was quite a disaster as people died in this dreadful storm.

The press had a field day with this news, and Ted was shamed into returning, giving some ridiculous excuse about his daughter wanting a holiday. He maintained he was just escorting her (and the rest of the family) to Cancun to get them settled into the hotel. Does that mean he doesn’t trust his wife to do this?

(Sorry, Reader, I know, that was two paragraphs.)

Anyhoo, it appears we have our own Ted Cruz, which became apparent just before the recent lockdown in Auckland. Brian Tamaki (aka Bishop Tamaki, leader of the Destiny Church) and his wife Hannah (who aspires to be a politician) jumped into their vehicle and drove from Auckland to Rotorua a few hours before the Level 3 lockdown shut that fair city off from the rest of N.Z. Talk about the the monied elite’s ability to escape hardship.

As Ted left his constituents in a time of crises, so did Bishop Brian leave his parishioners – right when they needed him most. And, just so you know, he didn’t go back!

Now maybe the press wouldn’t have been so hard on him if he had gone back, but interviewing both of them separately, it seemed like they couldn’t even get their own stories straight. Brian was adamant that the trip was for business. However, Hannah said it was the annual hunting trip that always happens around this time of the year. – who was telling the truth?

I wouldn’t have bothered writing about this, even though it did make me laugh at the sheer audacity and selfishness of the couple. But now I’ve heard that this evangelistic leader of a cultist type of non-profit organisation has come out criticising politicians and church leaders for not backing him against the bad press.

Wait… there’s more

He also has claimed that all the bad press he’s received over this caused the recent earthquakes and tsunami warnings.

The couple ended up in the South Island, citizens of which publicly announced they didn’t want them! The poor lad was refused entry into Invercargill and had to go to Queenstown to conduct his Sunday service to the whopping big crowd of 20.

I have the feeling the wealthy in Queenstown are not really the Destiny Church’s ideal parishioner’s profile.

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Disaster Struck

Today I discovered that disaster had struck. No, I’m not talking about the tsunami warning that sent many residents into ‘leave now’ mode.

Thankfully, we weren’t actually in the wave’s line; only a bit of a surge in the tides was expected. I kept my eye on the government’s Civil Defence website as I continued with my work.

Mind you, tsunamis, earthquakes etc., are things that one can prepare for (and should), but I’m talking about the ones you don’t see coming.

I’ll put you out of your misery. The disaster that struck has to do with this website! The ‘sign up to follow my blog’ part had a hissy fit. Consequently, all those who had signed up actually hadn’t been receiving notification for a wee while. And then, to top it off, all of the addresses got deleted! Grrrrr.

You’d think I would know as I’m rather tech-savvy. But looking at stats is not exactly my preferred way of spending time. So I missed the signals.

The point is if you had signed up – huge favour – please sign up again. This time I’ll be the one sending out the email when I’ve written something rather than it being automatic. So much for automation!!!

You’ll see a sign-up form over there.

(Well, you’ll probably need to go up as well.)

Of course, if you’re on a mobile, the arrow will not go anywhere other than to your fingers which are probably holding your phone. That’s unless you’ve got one of those fancy round things on the back so you can hold the phone without dropping it… no good for me as I often stick my phone into my pocket!

Anyhoo, getting back to the arrow that may or may not point you in the right direction. The form is here; in fact, there’s a few of them scattered around, and knowing that you’re a smart cookie, I know you’ll find one of them.

Be warned. The intention is to write a blog a couple of times a week or when the mood strikes, but they will be short (well, most will), so they shouldn’t impinge on your day too much.

I will certainly appreciate it if you do like me enough to follow this blog. (Ahem, I like you anyway).

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What Does A CEO Get Up To?

Even at the top of the pile a CEO needs to be on his game – in more ways than you would think.

When I’m at the gym, don’t laugh; yes, I go to the gym, but that’s a story for another day.

Getting back to what I was going to tell you. When I’m at the gym, I use the time wisely and listen to podcasts. I have several to choose from, and depending on the mood of the morning, I will pick one that I know will hold my interest long enough to make the time working out go faster.

The pods vary from sciencey style, animal activism, philosophy to comedy, wit and satire. Obviously, I have my favourites, and one is Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History, and it was this that I was listening to that inspired me to write this post.

The episode title ‘A Good Walk Spoiled’ covers the elite sport of GOLF. I say ‘elite’ as one does need to have enough pennies in the bank to pay the membership, especially to the high-rolling courses around the USA.

It was a very captivating episode, and if you can get to listen to it, I suggest you do. But the one part that intrigued me the most was the amount of time that CEOs spend playing golf.

Surprisingly enough, if you know where to look, you can get the stats of different golfers’ scores. It appears they have high egos as they take great delight in posting their scorecards online. From this, statisticians have deduced that some CEOs can play 148 rounds of golf a year, which means, on average, they are out on the course one in every three days! (Some play even more).

Guess what? This puts golf into the addiction category. That’s right, this game, like many others, can and does become an addiction.

But another cool stat that showed up was the number of CEOs that get fired. The more golf they played, the more likely they were of getting the boot.

This doesn’t really surprise me because if the boss is out on the golf course, s/he is not at his/her desk running the show.

Mmmmm – this begs the question. How much golf did President Trump play when he was in office? Not at his desk running a country. I guess that’s why the majority of Americans yelled, “Your fired!”.

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Laugh! | Random

WE CAN RECYCLE ANYTHING!

What do you do with those umbrellas?

There is always something that I come across every day, that makes me laugh. And seeing cocktail umbrellas strung up along a pergola certainly tickled my funny bone.

I mean, talk about recycling! And how many cocktails did the owners have to have to get to create this remarkable string of fun?

As I continued my walk, more questions came to mind about these cute brollies.

Did they keep replacing them as the paper got ruined in the sun/rain?
How were they strung?
Maybe I could do the same? – oh wait, I don’t drink cocktails!
Where do you get them from?

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Good thing I’d taken a photo of these little cuties because as I was telling my friend, I was able to pull up the pic and show her.

Imagine the enormous deflation I felt when she told me that they were little lights and one could buy them easily. However, search as I did, I only found one place that sold them, and that was on a party site, in the USA, under ‘Tropical & Luau’.

Guess I’ll just have to start having cocktails and save the wee parasols for stringing. Of course, I’ll have to make sure there is an excellent story to tell with each one!

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A Night With Leo

I honestly can’t call myself a doggy person – but a night with Leo changed all that.

During my illustrious career as a house-sitter, my number one rule was “no dogs”. Now, admittedly, it did reduce the house pool somewhat, but I remained firm. That is until I met Leo.

I have long retired from being a permanent house-sitter deciding that I do prefer to have an anchor, somewhere to call ‘home’. Besides, I needed to get my stuff out of storage before it all became worthless junk, or the heirlooms got forgotten.

So I hung up my shingle and settled into my existing abode and only agreed to look after two cats for a couple who had become friends.

Then I met Leo. Leonardo di Corgio to be precise. Yes, a corgi who snuck into my life and tugged my heartstrings. This dog seemed to have the innate ability to ferret out my ‘don’t do dogs’ opinion, hone into my psyche and become an animal I enjoy being around. I have no idea how he did it. (I think I have a clue now as to why the Queen loves this breed.)

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The day arrived for me to dog-sit. And there he was, at the door waiting for me. He knows my car and is always at the door when I arrive unless he’s asleep!

He greeted me with exuberant excitement, racing around before rushing off to get his mauled blanket and deposit it at my feet.

Let me explain something about Leo. He loves to play fetch. He will bring you anything he can find and deposit it at your feet or on your lap in the slim hope you will throw it. These ‘fetch’ gifts can range from his blanket (as mentioned) to an empty toilet roll, a sock to a piece of bark from the garden. And he doesn’t tire of it. Seven socks ended up on the bench over the time I was there. And, I have no idea where he was getting them from!

So once I’d got settled in and made a coffee I told him we’d play ball. You’d think I’d given him the world as I went for the ball and throwing device.

He ran up and down the side path, skidding into the garden when necessary or banging into walls simply to retrieve the ball and bring it back.

Ears erect, eyes fixed, and brain focused. Nothing was more important than where that ball went.

Finally, I’d had enough. I’m quite sure Leo would have kept going until his little feet bled. But I had finished my coffee, my arm was getting sore, so I called “last one, Leo” and it was as if he knew because when he brought the ball back and dropped it at my feet, he went straight to his water bowl.

Naturally, there were a few more ball games during the day, and that night he jumped up on the bed with me and snuggled in.

I have looked after Leo again for a couple of nights and will be putting my hand up next time ‘mum and dad’ go away.

Nice to have a man in my life.

Category: Random

Move Over Ted Cruz

We have our own Ted Cruz right here in New Zealand!

Disaster Struck

Today I discovered that disaster had struck. No, I’m not talking about the tsunami warning that sent many residents into ‘leave now’ mode.

What Does A CEO Get Up To?

Even at the top of the pile a CEO needs to be on his game – in more ways than you would think.

WE CAN RECYCLE ANYTHING!

What do you do with those umbrellas?

A Night With Leo

I honestly can’t call myself a doggy person – but a night with Leo changed all that.

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