The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
Then click here and read. And then find yourself at Sabina Park from the 11 - 15 March 2004 for a test match against England.
Before that, you can watch a practice game from 5 - 7 March and before that, you can watch another 3-day game (can't recall those dates)
Have fun!
Was in the line behind two Campion College girls. They looked to be in about 2nd form.
Girl 1: I don't care what my mother says, I'm moving from Jamaica next year. I don't see why I should spend more than 13 years of my life in this country, and miss seeing my little sister grow up.
(Apparently her mother lives in the USA)
Girl 1: My mother says she is not getting me a credit card before I have a bank account first. And she says she is putting away money so I can have a good education. She says she wants me to have opportunities.
Girl 2: My mother opened a bank account for me so I could buy what I want.
It would be interesting to see what becomes of these girls in about 5 years time. Oh, they were talking about boys too, naturally. I can't say that I knew what boys were at age 13! How times have changed.
It must be old age.
Two incidents occured with me today, both in banks
In Bank 1, I see a fella who I know I know, so I smile and say hello to he and do the pleasantries. Then I committed the faux pas...."say hello to robby for me please". Replies he "I will say hello to bobby for you". Oops! Robby and Bobby are brothers, do you get my foul up? I thought I was talking to Robby!
In Bank 2, I do several transactions, one of which included getting some cash. After I was finished, I went over the other side to do something else and thought to myself "but she neva gi mi di cash". So I go back over to the teller to say I didn't get the cash. She said "you sure?". I check in my purse and sure enough, there were the 3 bills.
It must be old age.
I've been going through all the old entries and dis-allowing comments, but will leave the last few ones open so you can post if you want to. A tedious job, but I prefer to do it that way, rather than shut down the ability to post comments altogether. Let's see how that works.
Lawks, the light gone in the middle of my posting....good thing I have a laptop!
Not a damn thing. Still walking street, kicking stone, that kind of thing. At least I can walk now. Those drugs are indeed miracle workers. Cataflam and Voltaren.
Oh, cricket was on last weekend (we lost in case you weren't following). So that's where I spent Friday, Saturday, part of Sunday and Monday.
Then the icing on the cake came on Monday when I got to interview a young upcoming Jamaican fast bowler. Hopefullly the articles will be published on CaribbeanCricket soon.
Here's a picture of him....
The comment spammers with their viagra and penis enlargement pills have won, for now. Commenting on Yamfoot.com has been turned OFF until MovableType 3.0 is released. MT 3.0 will include some anti-comment-spam features, I'm told.
The first thing I wanted to be was a medical doctor, until Aunt Blos, a medical doctor herself, knowing my penchant for closing the books as soon as I was tired (whether or not the homework was finished), suggested that I might want to think about something else. What good advice. But that doesn
After not having any bun in the house for a few days, the two other unemployed ladies in the house bought one last Tuesday. I tried to not let it see me, but to no avail. It screamed at me, actually, from its tucked away position behind the fridge
With the renewed vigour to get as much exercise in, last week I went to the Dam twice in one day. I saw the sunrise and the sunset. In the afternoon walk, I decided that the small piece of potato I had eaten before leaving home had given me such a burst of energy, that I had to use it up by jogging.
Oui pappy (a Grenadian expression)! A who tell mi fi do dat? Sent my body into shock apparently. The next day, woke up with achy breaky knee, quads and hamstrings (always only my left side
Today, at its worst, I was put on Cataflam 50mg instead of Voltarin since the latter is a Retard and would work slower. From all indications, and I don
Got up (obviously), but at close to 6am instead of the 4 something that I set the clock for. Need you ask? Cricket of course. But apparently, I heard the alarm and rolled right back over, so that's how come I woke up later.
Good thing I overslept, for there had been rain, no play, and I would have wasted my time. Watched cricket then went to clean up the mutts. Decided that their food would have been too dry without meat or scrapings, so went down to Sovereign where I bought some Kidney (and other things), then to Superplus where I bought meat shavings packaged as 'dog food' (the dog food in Sovereign had bones...not suitable for small pup).
Back home, watched Chris Gayle's century stroke on the replay, and fed the mutts who appreciated that I had gone to great lengths to get them some meat. They devoured the food.
Watched more TV. ABC's 'The View'. Then went on the computer, then went back to watch part of 'Days of Our lives', then part of 'Passions'. I'm not a TV person so only watched bits of each (with soaps, that's all you need and you can gather what you missed real easy).
Made some telephone calls afterwards, ate dinner, chatted with family, played with nephew, played with dogs, washed dishes, read, helped niece with Maths homework, made Horlicks for nephew, ran a bath with hot water for niece, and typed this blog.
Pretty boring you think? No, just nice and relaxing. And throughout the day, I had to manage the excruciating pain in my hip....a casualty of going to the Dam twice in one day, me thinks. Or maybe it's just old age?
(And oh, I had a shower - just in case oonu was wondering!)
Guys, (I mean that in the male sense of the word), if you want to take me out on a date you know I would like, then take me to a sporting event. I was never into sports as a teenager, but we grew up around Netball so I guess that might have something to do with the excitement I feel when most sports are playing.
I will watch cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket and cricket. Then if there's time, I'll watch tennis, golf, netball, horseracing, motor racing, baseball, basketball and now American football. No...regular soccer is not really something I particularly like, but I suppose I could suffer through it.
Went to Sabina Park Friday and Saturday to watch Jamaica play Guyana in the regional Carib Beer series. Paltry crowd. If there were 200 people there, that was plenty. I took a photo to show how bad it was (come back to see it). And it couldn't have been the prices because entry was only J$200 to enter. Now when you watch the teams play, you might get your answer as to why people stay away. And of course, when you get up early like me to watch the West Indies team, whose players are selected out of competitions such as Carib Beer, you will definitely get the reason that the stands are empty.
There's no hope (for cricket). But still, as my number 1 sport to watch (and is not only cause of them form fitting pants and the underlying muscles!), I still will get up early, still will go to Sabina Park at some stage tomorrow. Sucker. Oh, for sports I sure am.
Now playing on my computer...
Shalimar - A night to remember
Village People- YMCA
Emotions - Best of my love
Earth Wind and Fire - Reasons
Marvin Gaye - Let's get it on
and I could go on.
Oh, of course we have to throw in a little up to date things so there's also
Sean Paul - Gimme the light
Sean Paul - Infiltrate
Shaggy - Hey Sexy Lady.
I can save my US$10!
The cute puppy on the story below was made to sleep in the kennel a few nights ago. So naturally, she did her 'stuff' in there. Now night before last night, she is let loose in the pen with the other dogs and where does she crap? In the kennel. Hrmph.
Well she is learning, being socialized, because this morning when I went to clean up, there was no 'stuff' in the kennel. I tried to identify which of the mounds was hers. She and blind-in-one eye Brown Puppy (that IS her name!) produce small mounds, so hard to tell.
Those of you involved in Education or Training may have heard of Operant Conditioning. This came from some experiments that Pavlov did with dogs which showed that they can be programmed so to speak, to operate in a particular way.
Well, we have these mutts as you know, and recently there was an addition to the family. See her here.
(She cute eeee?)
She's now graduated to being outside with the big dogs, who had settled into a routine. When I'm not here, Pops does them a certain way. When I first look after them on my visits home, they are so conditioned that it's hell getting them to do what I want them to do (which is run around outside the pen while I clean up their 'stuff'). Pops usually locks them up in the kennels while he cleans their 'stuff'.
So now along comes the newbie and things have to change again. Two kennels for 3 dogs and a pup means the feeding thing has to be carefully managed in order to avoid carnage. This morning, I was trying to get one of the big dogs into a kennel that she's not accustomed to being put in for feeding, and you should see, even with the nice food sitting in there waiting on her, how she backed out of going in there.
I tell you. If only children and adults could be programmed like dogs....
I probably haven't spelt that second word in the title correctly, but what I mean is....you know when you buy something and you wear it right away?
Well these shoes got the treatment
Reached home on Saturday night, and Sunday I was in them with mah lime green (washed out) T-shirt (which I have since banned from coming on the street with me!).
Now I tell you something about these shoes (apart from the fact that they were cheap). This is a colour I would NEVER before have bought. Not cause I didn't see it before, but because I always stuck to the neutral colours....Black, Brown, Navy Blue.
But while in Trinidad, I went into Payless and saw some lovely burnt orange red slippers and had to have them. So I did. That was the first step in going outside of my comfort zone. Since I bought them, you'd be surprised at how many things I found in my cupboard that match them. I also shied away from colours other than neutral one, because the foot is a size plenty and so colours would magnify it. White is definitely out!
When I saw these lime green ones therefore, I had to have them....then realized that the only thing I had to match was this washed out T-shirt. Oh, on Sunday, I also wore a newly acquired pair of boot leg cut jeans...another first, for I never thought I would wear one of them there ones. But it didn't look bad, although Patch said "they're tight!". Ignore him. They're not.
Today again was a New Nayger day. A black tank of sorts. I got called a princess by a guy near Hot Pot.
So the morale of the story is that you will be considered royalty if you wear what you buy right away.
Guess where I'm off to???? The Mona Dam.
This year has got to be different boy. (But of course, every year I say that).
Well I haven't done too badly because 4 out of the possible 5 days while in Orlando, I went to the Fitness Centre at the place we were staying.
So there. Started off the year on a good foot....a good yamfoot I should say.
Just back from family vacation in Orlando, where we:-
1. Got lost
2. Got lost again
3. Got lost again and again
4. Got lost again and again and again
5. Got lost again and again and again and again
6. Got lost again and again and again and again and again
7. FOUND OUR WAY AT LAST....to the airport to depart the 'Great' USA
American Airlines ("More Room in Coach Except if You Have Long Legs") did a number on us by being delayed from Orlando to Miami, resulting in us missing the Miami/Kingston connection and having to stay in Miami Airport for 7 hours.
Next time, (but we're not in a hurry to go back to the 'Great' USA after too many long lines to be processed because of fingerprinting and picture-taking), we'll fly direct with Jamdown Airways ("Less Room in Coach but Still Comfortable Anyway").
Continue reading to see the pictures....
The view from the plane on the way from Kingston to Miami. Is this what heaven is supposed to look like?
This van was lucky to have had us for renters. We got lost driving around so made full use of the tank of gas....and then some. It's a Chevy Venture. I guess that meant we were to go on adventures all over the place which we sure did.
Just so we could remember where we parked, I took a picture of where we left the van
We're here at last.....
The first ride we decided we were not going on. It's called Incredible Hulk
Her name is Storm. Only those of you who have kids would have known that.
We were brave enough to try this one. Flying Unicorn. Maaaaaaaaaan, I felt like I was going to be tossed out when it took off. Geez. Scary. Lots of screams. Couldn't take any pictures while I was on it. Sorry.
My nephew said he had to go on this one called Duelling Dragons. He went alone. More power to him. I give you three pictures so you can see very clearly that legs dangle in the air, as you hang from the top.
Here's a larger one so you can see what I'm talking about.
This was more my style. Very gentle and slow.
No, we didn't eat here. The place was loaded with places designed to take away your money. Everywhere you go, there's a food place. Very expensive. Pack your lunch!
Scenic views. They do look like islands don't they.
Look what the Zoo has come to....
One sorry alligator. It looks dehydrated.
And another...
Look carefully and you'll see the mongoose (mongeese? mongooses?)
Peacocks in scrubby surroundings. It just does not match their beauty.
More pictures (including the king of the jungle)....
You think these can bite any human? Dem teet will bruk!
Feathered friends
They're one of these types of owls...can't remember.
And with beautiful scenery for a backdrop, the Hope Zoo could be so much more....
But the authorities have got it HORRIBLY wrong. Take a look below...
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME.
Big deal!
Don't feel no different from last year. My brother says that "you really aren't supposed to feel any different; it's just the ticking of the clock". Ok, he is taking over now. Look out for many spelling errors!!!! I give you Patch....
Hi everyone...some of you know me and some - the unfortunate few - don't. I was sitting here watching Michelle pursue this seemingly bizarre exercise, and have now found myself engaged in the said exercise. Michelle knows my own views on the 'blog.....how much can one really put 'out there' about oneself and all the weird inner thoughts, perceptions and deeds that we go through each day??? Judging from her 'blog....there seems to be no limit !! But I suppose that thinking about what we do say and think forces us to become more conscious about those things and theoretically could help us to be a better person......note the use of the word "could", as it remains a theory where Mich is concerned...I did not use my favourite name for her, as perhaps some things really ought to remain family.! But anyway, consider this a guest column, probably far better written than usual :-) since the dear girl historically has viewed the English language as an opponent to be wrestled to the ground rather than a trusty friend...but I digress.
The New Year has started with us having a great breakfast together and I guess one has to be thankful about being able to start the new year on that kind of footing...embracing the most important thing we have...each other. Lots of folk don't have that privilege and for this blessing one must be grateful. For 2004, I think one of my 'revolutions' (according to the woman interviewed on TVJ last night) should be to focus on the many great blessings I have around me and appreciate them. (I suppose it must have been those blessings that were in my mind as I fled "Passa Passa" this morning after some miscreant decided to celebrate the occasion by firing shots about 4 feet in front of me....but THAT is another story for another time...!) So....to everyone out there.....peace and love for the New Year and hopefully all the goals you will set will be achieved and perhaps exceeded! Perhaps BC Lara will avoid a whitewash in South Africa....perhaps the Engand tour will be a great triumph for the Windies.....perhaps perhaps....Cheers all!!
Ok, so there you have it. He's an atty-at-law, so you understand the rambling tendency (or p'rhaps, it 'runs' in the fambily!)