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Not too long ago, I was in the back yard eyeing my neighbours mango tree. There was this nice ripe mango, unfortunately the branch was over her yard more than my own. So I took my fruit picking stick and picked that mango. I tried to catch it with my hand but it hit the fence. Please note that the fence is spiked........ Ouch!
So the mango rolled into the neighbours yard. Of course, there was no way on earth theat I would give up. I got the rake and shovel. I put my arms over the spiked wall and tried to rake the mango in the shovel.... -_- This did not work either. Next I attempted to use a stick to push the mango into the shovel. Guess what? It did not work. So I got the fruit picking stick and stuck a box on the hook. I tried to make the mango roll into the box. Guess what? That did not work either..... Just as I was thinking of the newest idiot idea, the lady comes out of her house. I literally threw the fruit stick behind me. I looked at her, said good morning and asked for the mango. She gave it to me. I put it on the chair behind me and continued talking to her. I said thank you. When I turned around. (sighs) Just Guess.... No mango. I see my dog walking away with the mango in his mouth, chewing on it. I guess it just was not meant to be.
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I do not own this image. How do I explain my title? Bear with me. If you live in Jamaica and you contract gonnorhea. They will say, "Yuh get shot" The simple reason is gonnorhea sounds like GUN-norhea if you pronounce it in this country. So.. back to chicken gunman or in reality, Chikungunya. It is referred to as "chicken gunman". Hilarious name for the disease if you ask me. Therefore you can get "shot" by it since it is a gunman or "pecked by it" since it is a chicken. Here is a beautiful image that is being circulated on Jamaica whatsapp. As you can see, some people love to play with words. Here it is, the infamous "chicken gunman". Don't get pecked by it people. On a serious note:
Chikungunya is becoming quite the pandemic. People are seriously ill and misinformed. Some think the disease is airborne and not vector-borne. However chikungunya is vector -borne and carried by mosquitoes. I had visited the flower beds at Hope Gardens not that recently. I have not went to the zoo there in about three years. However, I go to look at the flower beds every once in a while. So sheck out the images. It is beautiful there.
I believe that having a hobby is very important. Some persons have amazing hobbies like sky diving, bungee jumping, travelling or swallowing swords. Others are boring and mundane like people who think that partying all night, and waking up looking awful with a hangover (and highly possible being in bed with a random stranger). As for me I am a homebody. I like to sketch (especially birds) and I love to make beaded chains and coconut pendants (I have none since I give them away). I also love to read. Browsing the internet is extremely fun. Being a homebody is great except I live with my parents. This just means I have chores to do when I prefer to stay in bed and just chill. Plus my house is boiling hot. (I live in the tropics)
However, no matter your hobby may be, enjoy it and have fun. Be safe. P.s I started to write a light novel. It is pretty awful so far. So, making coconut pendants can be simple and fun. It is simple as long as one does not create complicated designs. I am currently cutting out a turtle and it is really cutting my patience short. I normally create fangs, ovals and mostly circles. So, for today, Here is a simple outline on how to create a round coconut pendant. The above image shows how the pendant will look as you work on it through the various stages. Seventh: Varnish (Optional) Apply varnish on dry coconut pendant. Layer on a second layer after the first layer has dried. Eight: Cord Slip cord into pendant. Leather cords are lovely, but you can use any type or ford. Satin rattail gives a beautiful shine. Nylon is strong and gives a textured look and I love leather. You can also add beads to the cord or glue gemstones to the pendant (if your design allows it)on it at this stage. I use cord ends and lobster clasp to tie my cords. I apologise for the long wait to any entry on my blog. My laptop died an unfortunate death about two months ago.
Does anyone here know the saying, 'If I haven't heard of it, then it's new to me! Well,this is one of those things that it applies to. This happened in the very last days of 2012, but did you ever hear of it? Nope! There is a bird house in Dolphin Cove. Really cute birds! Do you see that pretty little yellow one there? He had a small misfortune when my family visited. When you enter, you receive a small portion of bird food in your hand. You can feed the birds. They will land on you. (Land on your arms, your head, your breasts and your new phone... scratching it up) Please note that the hand in the second picture is that of a man's hand and not mine. My mother, my sister, my baby brother and I entered. The birds flocked us. (Get it? Flocked?) So, they land on you. (I keep repeating that) They are very beautiful and colourful creatures as you can see. My mother had my brother who was about three years old in her arms. That tiny litle yellow and red budgie landed on him. My brother shrieked and smacked the poor thing away! It bounced like a baseball. The park ranger jumped in shock. The cute little budgie got back on its feet. Then flew away. Poor baby ( I mean the bird). We almost got kicked out. Do you see those chubby fingers with the little yellow bird? That is my hand! There is the abused bird again. He really likes people, despite the abuse he was meted out with.
Please people... DO NOT ABUSE ANY CREATURE! Look at that face! It the face... of... EVIL! SEE HOW THOSE EYES NARROW AT ME! It was December 2012. I think it was the weekend before the new year. My family and I went to Dolphin Cove, Ocho Rios, Jamaica. I sat with a Park Ranger who trained the parrots, They would play dead in your arms and sit on your shoulders. They would lift their wings up and people would take pictures. They seemed well trained. Not this parrot! As I sat on a bench eating trail mix, waiting my turn to take pictures, the little monster stared at me. He stared into my very soul. I kept asking the ranger why is he looking at me like that. The ranger said nothing is wrong. I thought, "Ok. It is just my imagination!" It was my turn to take a picture. He put the green parrot in my arms. The green parrot laid down and played dead. The grey parrot on my left shoulder and another small parrot on my right. I could feel his sharp claws did into my shoulder as he inched closer to my head. My eyes widened with fear. and then...... HE BIT MY EARLOBE! my sister took pictures with my mother's phone. I almost screamed, but I kept my voice in. The ranger pulled the bastard off my ear.I sat down and continued to munch on my trail mix. It was at this point, some trail mix fell and the parrot swooped off his stand and ate it. All this time, he wanted my trail mix! It was sorta cute. :) When he saw what was happening, the ranger said, "Don't eat here!" I left the area but I wasn't angry at the parrot anymore. Also, here is the other parrot. He is such a cutie! <3 LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THAT SMILE! I could swear he was smiling at me! He probably wanted my trail mix too! :) Parrots are cute....and smart too.
This is Benjamin.One of my dogs and a really cute bastard at that. He never stays still, even when half dead. Here is one of my regrets. It was two or three years ago. ( Pay no attention to the date on the photos. They are totally wrong) I was tired. I was exhausted and weak from life. I cared for nothing. I never noticed.... No one noticed..... That the dog was ill.... Until one friday. He had a gaping hole, the one place we could not see, right under his chest. I had noticed a smell, days ago. It was night. I left home early and reached home late everyday. That night I took my phone light and I looked him over. I saw nothing unusual but that scent! It was the friday that I saw him coughing. Every cough he made, blood and gore fell from his chest. I was shocked. I told my mother, she said noticed it that morning too. That saturday, my father said that the Benji might die. I got up that saturday morning and I looked at the hole. It was huge. He had a nick under his chest that got infected by screw worms who ate throught his schest. It smelt bad and he looked seriously ill. I cried. My sister cried. I sobbed. It took me a while but I steadied my heart. I put on old clothing. I brought the old boy under a tree. I chained him up. I stared at him and took many pictures of him. I cried some more. Then I decided to see if I could help him. I didn't know a vet and I didn't have a dollar to my name. (I am perpetually poor) I grabbed screw worm spray, screw worm powder, wound oil, newspapers, tweezers, disinfectant and bandages. I nudged Benji on the newspapers, held him down and sprayed his wound. Removing more than 200 hundred screw worms from his chest. The smell was horrible. There was gore from his chest and lots of tears on my part. I continually apologised. It took over four hours. I bandaged him up. Threw the clothes I used away. Cleaned the area up and went to bed. I slept poorly that night, as I had slept the night before. I woke up that sunday morning trying to steady my heart, that Benji might be dead. I looked outside and there he was. I looked him over. I removed about 40 more screw worms. My father and I spoke about it. He put Benji in a shirt from my baby brother. Benji got several shirts to wear, to protect his wound with tape to keep the shirts from slipping off. The shirts kept him from getting infected with screw worms again. These are pictures of him that sunday morning. He healed well and he is alive to this day. He was young then, about two or three years old. He is 5 now. Despite 5 years being relatively young he has grey hairs all over. That was one of several times, he had an infection and the last time he caught screw worms. I hope he never does again. Also, he never stays still. 24-09-2014 He caught another infection but he recovered.
This was the last time he ever got any kind of screw worm infection, There is a screw worm epidemic in Jamaica. I am an insomniac. I have sleeping problems. Last night, I went to bed. I couldn''t sleep. i got up and watched anime until my head hurt. I went back to bed before midnight. I laid in bed for what seeemed like forever, then I finally dozed off. I got up, and looked at the time. It had only been two hours since I went to bed.
I decided to do something radical. My friend told me when you cannot sleep, then you should do something boring. I jumped out of bed and started to iron. I went to the kitchen, saw that it was a mess and started to clean it. I washed the dishes, scrubbed the sink, and wiped the floors. I felt really energetic! I decided to go back to bed because the lack of sleep gave me a nasty, splitting headache! Plus, the heat was making me feel like I would pass out. I lay in bed, I fought the desire to just jump out. I laid in bed, with the noisy box stand fan blasting wind and I stared in the darkness. It was three o' clock when I went to bed. Then I finally felt sleep creep on me, disabling my body. An afterthought came to me that I should check the time. I had set my alarm to 5 minutes after five. I took my phone up and stared at the time. It was 4 minutes after 5, I shouted, "what?!" I had been staring in the darkness for two hours. It was time to get ready for work. I disabled the alarm and started to leave my bed....but... My body refused to let me. I crawled to the edge of my bed. My head hurt like crazy. My body was paralysed with fatigue. I thought to myself, "I must not falll asleep. I must not fall asleep! I must NOT fall asleep! I MUST NOT FALL ASLE...." I woke up to the early morning sun. Rays of light scattered on my bed. I had fallen asleep. It was six in the morning. This is roughly 55 minutes before that sad episode. I wonder how many nights this has happened to me. I got up, got ready and left to work. I guess this is life. I am at work, tired as can be, with a nasty headache and my neck hurts. This is my first blog.
I live in Jamaica. It is a hot and depressing island in the Caribbean. There is a stark contrast between the glistening beaches with sun burnt tourists running around in tiny bikinis and the shanty towns stealing electricity and water from public companies. It is July here. It is hot and humid. I sweat so much...like a horse. I sit and wait for....God knows what! My chest hurts and sweat glistens on my darkened skin. The skies are clear blue and the day is bright. Yet the only thing on my mind is the prospect of another hurricane blowing everything away and darkening the skies with grey like a tragic painting. The heat makes me feel lethargic. I think about maybe applying to be an animal volunteer. That's is on my to do list. As soon as I am paid from where I work. I will allot time to take care of animals. I am thirsty. The water pressure is low. There seems to be a drought.I haven't seen rain in a while. It has been unbearably sunny and all the pepper plants died. The rest of the plants are in their final death throws. I throw a small amount of water on them in pity. WORK TOMORROW I have work tomorrow. I haven't washed. I just sat down and moped. It is so hot!!! I am sure better, cheerier. less hott days will be here soon! |
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