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AUTOENTREPRENEUR : CéKiKA ENVIE DE RIGOLER CE SOIR??? / WHO WANTS TO LAUGH THIS EVE???

Si si,
j'avais une maîtresse d'école qui disait,
quand elle voyait un élève rigoler dans son coin,
de ne surtout pas garder ça pour lui tout seul,
alors comme je suis super généreuse, dans le genre,
et que ma famille m'a toujours dit que c'est bien de partager,
faut vraiment qu'on rigole tous ensemble :

If, I had a teacher school which said, when she saw a pupil laughing in its corner, especially not to keep that for him all alone, then as I am super generous, in the kind, and that my  family always said that it is well to divide, is necessary really  one laughs all together:

(je finissais la fin de mon entretien chez l'avocat pour demain,
déjà qu'à mon avis cette profession ne risque pas d'être au chômage entre les chômeurs et les autoentrepreneurs,
mais qu'est-ce qu'ils vont rigoler aussi en voyant cela,
j'espère que vous êtes assis, il y a de quoi tomber de sa chaise franchement, et dire que c'est pour ça que des gens comme moi ne peuvent pas accéder à l'emploi, ni à la maternité ni au logement ni àla consommation, ni à la retraite, ya de quoi mouiller sa culotte)

(I finished the end of my appointment preparation for the lawyer for tomorrow, already  in my opinion this profession does not risk  to be at unemployment enters the unemployed and the autoentrepreneurs, but  this is  they will also laugh by seeing that, I hope that you sat, there is what to fall from its chair frankly, and to say that it is for that people as me cannot reach the employment, neither with maternity neither with housing neither with consumption, nor with the retirement, ya what to wet its breeches)

d'ailleurs, si on met tous UN EURO SYMBOLIQUE, nous les autoentrepreneurs (donc on est pas loin de 175000 têtes de pipe) et les chômeurs (5 millions c'est ça),
ça fait 5 millions 175000 euros : ça coûte combien, un cabinet d'avocats pour nous défendre???
elsewhere, if one puts a whole EURO SYMBOLIC SYSTEM, us them autoentrepreneurs (thus one is not far from 175000 heads of pipe) and the unemployed (5 million it is that), that made 5 million 175000 euros: that costs how much, a cabinet of lawyers to defend us???

c'est marrant, parce que ce sont ces gens qui n'ont jamais voulu de moi en stage,
ni en contrat d'alternance, ni en contrat "autre",

NI M'EMBAUCHER EN TOUTE CONNAISSANCE DE CAUSE DE MA SITUATION PERSONNELLE,
(ça dure depuis 4 ans cette histoire tout de même),

it is funny, because they are these people who never wanted of me in training course, nor in contract of alternation, nor in contract "else" , NOR TO ENGAGE ME IN ALL FULL KNOWLEDGE OF THE FACTS OF MY PERSONAL SITUATION, (that has lasted for 4 years this history all the same),

ni répondu à mes lettres de candidatures spontanées,
(sur le peu qui répondent, un a même répondu qu'il avait carrément "foutu" mon enveloppe à la poubelle, sans l'ouvrir et donc ni la lire, "parce qu'il n'avait pas que ça à faire", ah ah ah mdr, les autres disent qu'ils ne sont pas payés par l'Etat pour nous prendre en stage ou nous embaucher, sic, par contre, pour nous empêcher d'accéder à l'embauche, ça, ça va tout seul...),

nor replied to my letters of spontaneous candidatures, (on the little which answers, even answered it had " straightforwardly put" my envelope to the dustbin, without to open and thus nor read, "because it  did not have that to do" , ah ah ah rotfl, the others say they are not paid by the State to take to us in training course or to engage us, sic, on the other hand, to prevent us  to reach the job, that, that goes all alone…),

ni pris en formation professionnelle,
(la seule que j'ai eu "en insistant",
j'ai été traitée comme une ****** jusqu'à ce que je tombe malade de tétanie/spasmophilie,
et que du coup, je n'ai pas pu obtenir mon examen à un mois de l'échéance,
ah ah ah que je rigole,
où il m'a été dit :
"on ne se sent pas rémunérés pour enseigner à une chômeuse ici", "on n'aime pas les artistes ici",
"les femmes n'ont rien à faire en artisanat", "vous n'avez rien à faire dans ce genre de milieu", "vous n'y arriverez jamais" etc etc etc)

nor taken in professional training, (the only one that I had " in insisting" , I was treated like a ****** to that I falls ill of tetany/spasmophilia, and that blow, I could not obtain my examination in one month of expiry, ah ah ah that I laugh, where it  was known as: " one does not feel not remunerated to teach to unemployed here" , "one do not love the artists here" , " the women  has nothing to make in artisanat/crafts" , " you have anything to make in this kind of area" , " you there will never succeed" etc etc etc)

J'OOOOOOOOOOOOORE 

LA

RIGOLAAAAAAAAADE!!!

I LOVE TO LAUGH!!!

TOUS LES TESTS D'ORIENTATION QUE J'AI FAIT A PLUSIEURS REPRISES,
(bilans de compétences, tests d'orientation papier ET informatiques,
il n'y a que les tâches d'encre auxquelles je n'ai pas encore eu droit, mais ça va venir,
c'est juste une question de patience, warf warf warf)
MONTRENT QUE JE SUIS FAITE POUR :
LES METIERS ARTISTIQUES ET ARTISANAUX EN TRAVAILLANT EN INDEPENDANT(e).

ALL the TESTS of ORIENTATION THAT I DID ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, (assessments of competences, tests of orientation paper AND data processing, it  there has that the tasks of ink to which I did not have right yet, but that will come, it is right a question of patience, warf warf warf) SHOW THAT I AM MADE FOR: ARTISTIC AND ARTISANAL JOBS WHILE WORKING OF INDEPENDENT.

qu'est-ce que je rigooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooole!!!
ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

pipi culooooooooooooooooooooootte!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(taille 54 le slibard).

HOW I LAUGH!!! ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! wee culooooooooooooooooooooootte!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (size 54 the pant).

pour les internationaux, vous avez babelfish pour traduire le copier-coller,
ou tout autre logiciel de traduction à votre disposition.

for the international ones, you have babelfish to translate copy-and paste it, or any other software of translation at your disposal.

Alors comme ça, on n'a ni le droit d'être artiste, ni le droit d'être artisan comme autoentrepreneur???

La France, c'est bien le pays démocratique dans lequel on est libres, frères et égaux en droits???

hein hein.

So like that, we are not allowed to be artist nor crafter as autoentreprenor???

The France is well the democratic country where we are free, brother and egal in rights???

han han.

MERCI A TOUS DE VOTRE SOUTIEN/SOLIDARITE INTERNATIONAL!!!

ON COMPTE SUR VOUS!!!

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR INTERNATIONAL MORAL SUPPORT/SOLIDARITY!!!
ONE COUNTS ON YOU!!!

As I looked out from the 25th story of the building I was working at I saw along the expressway a field of dandelions. I wanted to just sit amoung them and paint till the sun went down. So that’s what I did and it was wonderful. One person’s weed is another person’s flower. It was a most perfect day and it didn’t matter how the painting came out it was the full experience I had that day with my dandelions.

Success isn’t something I think that much about really. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever thought of gaining fame, wealth, glory or any of those things that the dictionary says success means.

When someone tells me that my art has touched them, moved them, made them smile, or feel happy or sad then I know that the joy I took in creating my art was a good thing.

I don’t set goals, never have, I take each day as it comes and give it my best. It means more to me to make someone happy or to touch them deeply, that brings a tear to my eye. It reminds me of how my daughter used to feel when she couldn’t wait till I finished a painting and hung it on her wall.

That is what I search for, that is why I make art. To connect with someone as many of Pam’s paintings have connected with me. And I’m very happy to have purchased a painting and was able to leave her some very honest comments on her work and how they made me feel. Her work touched me deeply, that’s what I want to do.

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A lot has happened since I wrote to you last week.
On Monday the prosecutor of the International Criminal Court (ICC) issued formal charges against Sudan's President Omar al-Bashir for genocide.

How Bashir will respond is unclear. His record suggests that he could take his vengeance out on Darfuris.
If that danger weren't enough, a BBC report this week revealed evidence suggesting that China, one of the Security Council's permanent five members, has been providing the weapons used to carry out the genocide.1
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TO MY CHILD:

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up
and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer
off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when
you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he
comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when
you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are
concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't
stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about
how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch
and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I
will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's
graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers
and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer
senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little
longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing,
except one more day............. 

In Memory of my precious daughter Jenny
2-10-71 / 6-27-97
 

In Loving Memory of my Brother     

 In Loving Memory of My Brother Bobby

My brother died June 2nd, one day after my birthday and 25 days before the anniversary of my only child Jennifer.
I've lost all my family now, my Mother died of cancer at the age of 49, and I was a senior in high school. My father a couple of years later put a shotgun to his head; he was an alcoholic all his life. My husband died Nov 11th Veterans Day of lung cancer then a short seven months later my Jennifer was killed in a three-car accident. Now my only brother and the last of my family are gone from me.

I was with my brother for 3 months, it was the best of times and it was t he worst of times.

You had so much to live for, you had your wonderful friends that would and did do everything for you. They all told me that you were the best man they had ever met and that you would have given the shirt off your back for them.

I knew all that, I knew the kind and generous man you were. Then why did you have to die such a horrible death? It was so horrible to see you decline every day for three months. The only way I made it through it was to take care of your every need. I would have given up my life for you in a second.

I don't have anything to live for anymore Bobby. Mom and Dad have been gone for 42 years; Dick died 12 years ago and my precious Jenny will be gone 11 years this June 27th. Why am I still here Bobby, everyone I love is gone now. I'm left here to grieve for all of you. I don't feel sorry for myself I just don't understand why you're all gone and I'm still here. I want to be with all of you, not here alone.

I think about you every second and how much I love and miss you. June will always be the month that I will dread for the rest of my life. All it means to me now is that the two people that I loved the most are gone forever.

I never told you that it was a living hell being there with your wife Kay and your daughter Debbie. I couldn't believe that for 2 weeks in the hospital that they never once told the nurse that you couldn't eat the food they were bringing you because you had no teeth to eat with.

As soon as I arrived Kay & Debbie couldn't wait to get out of there and go gambling on the riverboats. Bobby what is wrong with them, I thought they loved you so much, was it an act? They were only at the hospital for one day; I spent the next 10 days with you enjoying watching all the old westerns that we watched as kids. It was so great that they let me sleep in your room and for that I told the nurses that they didn't have to do anything for my brother except the medical things. You loved me rubbing your feet, giving you a manicure and a shave. We would both fall asleep holding hands watching those silly westerns.

It was the only time in my life that I got to take care of you and I loved every minute of it. Then the doctors came in to tell you that you had cancer and had about a month to 3 months to live. Kidney cancer that had spread to all your bones. You couldn't wait to get out of there but you know how hospitals are, you have to have a bowel movement before they will let you go. We thought we would tell them you did but I couldn't go either, what a sad bunch we were. Then they brought you that horrible looking brown stuff to drink and there was no way you were going to drink it so I poured it down the drain. But then you really hated being there and we did manage to get you to go. Now it's time to leave and you realize that Kay and Debbie didn't leave you any clothes for you to wear home. I offered you my sweat pants and a sweatshirt; you had lost so much weight that they fit you.

Your wonderful friends Jeremy and his Dad Denny drove us to Debbie's trailer where no one was ready for you even though we called them on the way and said we would be there in an hour. There was no wheel chair for you because your daughter Debbie never called hospice and asked for one. So Jeremy and I put you in an old plastic chair and we carried you up those broken wooden steps while Denny held the door open for us. Hospice had your bed in the room, and of course they picked the smallest room in the trailer to put you in.

It wasn't bad in the beginning, you were able to eat and sit up in the chair and watch wrestling which you loved and I hated but you never knew that. I thought you might be shy about some of the things I had to do for you but you were great and told me that you didn't know what you would have done without me. That made me cry and I told you I did it because I love you and you're my brother.

I slept on the floor next to your bed every night and every day you would tell me some of your life stories. I could have listened to you forever.

Then the nastiness started with Kay and Debbie, first it was just yelling at me to take out the trash or do the dishes while they sat at the kitchen table from morning to night doing word find books. I would be busy with cleaning up after you while they ate lunch but they never asked me if I wanted anything. At first I didn't understand why they would do that. So I waited for dinner and when 9:00 PM came and there still was no food on the table I would go into your room and sit with you till you fell asleep. You know after a person doesn't eat for days you stop being hungry. I didn't want you to know because you and Kay would have another fight over how they were treating me and yelling at me. You knew that they didn't help with taking care of you and sometimes it was so hard to change your bed with you in it that I finally asked for help. I was told by both of them that they couldn't help, one had a bad shoulder and Kay was old and couldn't help. I did tell her that I was just 4 years younger than her but nothing ever changed and I knew you didn't want them to help you.

When you stopped eating because the medication took away your appetite then things really started to go bad. You were in such pain because you weren't taking your medication when Debbie would come in. It looked to me that you took it but then in the morning I would find them in your bed when I changed it. Somehow you thought that taking the medication would prolong your life so I asked the hospice nurse Mary if she would explain to you that the pills were to take the pain away and that's all.

You weren't talking anymore; it was so hard to see you looking like a skeleton when you used to be so healthy and strong. It was hard to see you look that way but you were still inside that dying body. I knew you were there even if you didn't talk. I missed holding your hand and rubbing your legs and feet because by then every thing hurt so badly.

The highlight of your day would be when Jeremy or Tinker and Bubba would stop over, but close to the end they couldn't stand seeing you look the way you did. I just kept telling them that you were still there, that your mind knew what was happening and when Jeremy said I love you Pa, very quietly we both heard you say I love you too.

I knew I had to be leaving soon and I didn't know how I was going to manage it if you were dead or still alive. As luck would have it you were still alive but that made it so much worse because I told you I would never leave you. I knew Kay and Debbie weren't going to take care of you and the following day they insisted that hospice put him in the hospital so they could try for the third time to put a catheter in you so they didn't have to change you. You hated that hospital and I'm sure you were in a lot of pain traveling on those country gravel roads. Then while they had you in surgery to put the catheter in you your poor broken body died. You died alone, no family was with you and if I live to be a thousand I will never forgive myself for allowing them to do that to you.

They didn't even have a service for you, no memorial but I had talked you into donating some of your organs, and then they cremated you and sent your ashes to Debbie.

All they ever cared about was how much money you had coming to you and what they were going to get.

I still break down every day and cry for hours thinking of how you died. You asked me to take care of you and I failed at the end. I know you don't hold it against me but I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself.

I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life without you. I had just started to know the real you. I will love you forever my sweet brother and I'm so sorry you had such horrible wife and kids.

I can't say goodbye to you; I couldn't say goodbye to Jennifer either. If I believed in fate than I would say that I've lived long enough to see everyone I love die.

I'm not strong enough for this, my mind forgets everything, and I loose things all the time and I don't sleep or eat much. I don't want to sleep or eat I just want to be gone from here, I want to be with you and Jenny.

Just to let my friends know why I haven't been to my space for a few months now.

My only brother has terminal cancer and the doctor's give him just a month to live. I flew to Missouri to be with him in March and I'm still in Missouri with him.

It's very difficult to see him in such pain but I feel so fortunate to be able to have this time to spend with him.

The doctor's only gave him a month to live and he's past that now but everyday he gets worse. His cancer started in one of his kidney's and has spread to all his bones. The pain is bad even with the pain pills and I'm just taking it one day at a time.

He's my only family left alive and I will miss him so much. I spend every second of the day with him and treasure the time I have left with him. I haven't given myself time to think of loosing him but I know it will be so very difficult to loose him.

I will be coming back to Michigan the end of May or earlier if he passes before that. Please keep him in your prayers that his last days are good ones.

Hugs

Bernice

All the Holidays were taken away