I Think I Live In Mexico

Good evening everybody, sorry for not posting in a while, I have been distracted by a few things. Last Sunday I took a walk to our community beach on the shore of Lake Michigan. The small road I had to walk down was a winding road past the drywall factory, past the boat yards. I know it has been about 3 years since I been to the beach, but was amazed by the changes.

The first thing I noticed was a big metal gate, it was open at the time, but I noticed a sign that said the beach was closed between 7PM and 6AM. I wonder when they added that I asked myself. I was planning to get a few shots of the sunrise, because the beach is the only place to get really good photos of it. I guess that is now out of the question.

A few feet down the road was the big "Waukegan Municipal Beach" sign, I was happy to see that, I was tired. As I walked through the parking lot I noticed all the signs. They all were written in English on the top, and Spanish on the bottom.

Anymore I think I live in Mexico not the United Sates of America. Why is everything done to please the mexicans? If I were to go to Mexico City, would there be signs in English as well as Spanish, no there would not be, unless maybe you are in one of the big resort towns. I thought when you became a citizen of this country, you had to learn the language. I found this next sign along the breakwater. Luckily, I know some Spanish, otherwise, how would I know what it meant, there was no English translation. In English it means: "Warning Restricted Zone No Walking." Is this America or Mexico?

The next thing the mexicans will demand is that Spanish is spoken in our courts and schools, and have the English language as only the secondary language in this country. If they don't like the way we run our country, why don't they go back to Mexico. I feel that Mexico is secretly trying to take over this country by sending all the people here.

A Wealth of Knowledge Within......

I took a picture this morning of a plaque [see above photo] that said "A Wealth of Knowledge Within...." It is a plaque on the side of the library where I go everyday to connect to the internet. Many people see the library as just a building with a bunch of books, many people think it's a building that just drains our tax dollars and think libraries are old, obeslete, out dated, and antiques in this internet age and shelves full of books on audio cd. Many people simply do not have the time to sit and read anymore in this fast paced world. The books inside this building is only a fraction of the sum of our knowledge we gathered throughout the ages. When a library is destroyed, like in New Orleans when Hurricane Katrina hit, it impacts the entire community as well as indiviuals. When a library is destroyed, the books can be replaced, but while the long process takes time, children and adults are lost without the ability to go there and learn.

This phrase can also be used for senior citizens. They are full of stories, information, and knowledge that can be shared with thier grand children who can tell their grand children and so on. We as a society view seniors as something that should be put aside and forgotten. We think that they are out of touch of this fast paced world we live in. No one is interested how they used to do things the "old school way," or "the old fashioned way." We think that if is done faster, it's better. My generation has seen the invent of: the microwave, cell phones, computers, lap tops, and countless other gadgets to make life easier for us. I remember when stores sold "penny candy, candy bars were twenty cents, returnable bottles, and a few other things that people of this generation think are only stories to amuse them. We, the people of this world, do not realize the wealth of knowledge that our senior's have inside them. "Back in the day," they may have done things slower, took a little longer to get from point A to point B, but the quaility of life, in my opinoin, was better. Even I have fallen victim to the necessity of needing: my cell phone, laptop, internet, color television, cable, and a bunch more high tech gadetry. Heck, if you took my laptop away from I don't think I could even function, LOL.

The point I am trying to make is, we need to utilize our libraries, talk to our grand parents [or go to a senior's home if you don't have any], and appreciate the value of what knowledge can bring you, you may even find your life actually improving.

A New Perspective

Since I have decided to get back into photopraphy, my prespective on the world has changed slightly. Photography is a great hobby for me. I walk everywhere I go, sometimes I take the bus, but most of the time I am walking. Walking every where I go gives me the opportunity to take the time to see everything that is around me. People who are diving can't, they have to remain focused on the road and other traffic, so it is difficult for them to see all the interesting things around.

The world is full of interesting things to see and capture in a photograph. Photography has opened my eyes to alot more things that I took for granted. Like the photo above. I was walking to the library through some road construction and stopped to take a few shots. The men who were working stopped and went to lunch, I was disappointed. Then this little guy started flying around a support cable for a telephone pole and then landed on the cable. I took several shots, but it was difficult to capture him, he was rather high up, but then another dragonfly came and they flew around a bit, then he landed lower on the same cable and I was able to capture this shot.

It is amazing that God has put this little dragonfly on this Earth for a purpose. While I am walking now, I am always looking for something interesting to photograph, and because of this, it has given me a new prespective on things. I now can see all the wonderful things that God has put on this Earth for all of us to enjoy. Each insect, animal, thing has it purpose for the greater good.

I now enjoy walking even more now. Always looking for that next interesting thing to photograph. I was hoping to have some nice photos of the sun rising this morning, but the rain prevented me today, hopefully tomorrow. Life is too short to be racing through life going from one place to the next. We should all find the time to stop. look at the clouds floating by, smell the flowers, just enjoy the day that God has given us.

Just A Stroll

Yesterday was Independence Day, I decided to to get out of the house, away from television, away from the internet, and go and take some photos. I left my dad's house and walked down Belvidere Rd. It is a very busy road ususally, but it being a holiday there was not much traffic. As a photographer, I try to keep my eyes moving around looking for something interesting. There is always something interesting to shoot. As I walked down the street I realized how, we as a society, throw our trash alongside the road, I seen beer bottles, soda cans, left overs from fast food resturants, clothes [I actually seen a full set in a 1/2 miles stretch, including underwear, pants, socks, shirt, bra, and shoes, makes me wonder if some lady is running around naked, LOL], and other garbage. It made me sad that we treat our planet this way.

After walking down Belvidere Rd. for an hour, I entered the DesPlaines River trail, I started walking north and looking around for wildlife to shoot. I didn't see any but I did take some shots of the river and several scenery shots on the trail. I couldn't stop very long to snap a picture, every time I did stop, I got swarmed by mosquitos who must have smelled fresh blood. There were so many, they could have all picked me up and carried me off. After about 45 minutes I came to Washington St.

I decided to go west on Washington St. I quickly came upon Six Flags over Great America. I snapped a few shots of a rollercoaster and a ride there. I moved on and found my shot for the day [the above photo]. Out of my entire stroll this is the only house that displayed any decoration for Indepence Day. I think this is "the" best shot of the day. This made me sad, when I was a kid, everybody had flags on their houses, they "actually" celebrated what the day stands for, I think that this generation has forgotten that. Anyways, I pressed onward. I finally, after 2 1/2 hours of walking came across a park where they were going to have a fireworks display, only to find out it was cancelled and rescheduled for the next day, due to the threat of rain. So after sitting for a couple of minutes I started my walk back.

I went directly down Washington St. I did not go through the trail, because I am not sure how safe it was after dark. By this time it was getting dark very quickly. By the time I got half way home it was very dark. I came across a family that had some very impressive fireworks, they were setting them off very close to the street I was on. I was able to get a few good shots of them, especially since I was right under them, they were going off right above my head.

Those were the last photos I took on my stroll, it was dark and I wanted to get home before the rain started. I got home just over 5 hours later. I walk 5 miles in 1 hour and 15 minutes, so at that speed, it comes to a 20 mile walk, in the end of all my photo taking, I took 115 photos. I was exhausted, I haven't walked that much in years, but it was a great little stroll. I have posted some of the shots on my FaceBook page for anyone interested. Take care and stay safe.......Kevin

Crazy Women

Are women in this county so lonely and desparate that they jump at any chance they get to find what they think "Mr. Right" is? Why does society say that everybody must be with someone? Why does society think that anyone who wants to be single, is strange or weird? Why does society think that anyone who doesn't want to find a guy or gal is gay or a lesbian? I have been asking myself these questions for a long time. I can't seem to understand this.

I do not believe in love, I do believe in lust at first sight. Over the past year I have tried to make new friends among the opposite sex. Everytime I starting chatting with someone on yahoo messenger, the same thing happens, usually after a few days of emails, and several days of chatting on messenger, maybe even with a few chats on the phone, it happens, she starts making plans for our wedding, and all this is before I even meet any of them.

I have been married twice, both has ended in disaster, I can't imagine myself going through all that again. The first one we argued all the time, nothing I did seem to be good enough for her. The second, all she wanted to do was use me, she was in this country illegally and thought she was an American citizen just because she married me.

Ok, back to the discussion, LOL. It seems that most women are desparate to find a nice, sweet guy. I have been told by many women that I just that. I can't tell any names here, but they seem to be everywhere. Why do these women think, that after a few phone calls, a few emails, a few chats on yahoo messenger, that they know me enough to marry me. For all they know, I could be a stalker, serial rapist or killer, some wacked out pervert just looking to have sex with anyone, and the list goes on.

What ever happened to the old fashioned courtship. You go out with them for maybe a year, get to know them, both mentally, physically and intimately, then decide if they are worth the time and effort of marriage. It seems to me that all everybody is looking for these days is a quick solution to loneliness.

I have fallen into this trap not once, but twice. When I met my first wife, we were married within 3 months of our first date. With my second wife, it was even quicker, within a month and a half. I have told myself, I would not let this happen again. As a result, I have no trust what so ever in women, they are good for only one thing, cause pain to men [I bet you were thinking sex, LOL].

There is one woman who is an exception to this, I knew her in high school, and after 25 years we ran into each other on the internet, we have become good friends, one who I would trust with my life.

In this fast paced world with the internet, cell phones, computers, and all the high tech gadetry, we should take the time to get to know each other and become friends and get to know each other, maybe the world will be a better place to live, and the divorce rate won't be as bad. Take care everyone........Kevin

The Demon Cat From Hell

Today and through Sunday, I am cat-sitting a 14 year old cat for my dad. I will start from the begining about her.

During one of the periods I was separated from my first ex, I got a lovable and playful kitten. I named her Trouble, I had a feeling that name would eventually fit her perfect. Shortly afterward, my dad got a very playful kitten, he had a lot of problems training him and wanted a more subdued cat. When me and my ex got back together, her and the cat did not get along very well at all. So I traded Trouble for Tiger. This demon cat from hell would never forget that.

Over the years, my dad moved from NJ to FL to IL. Last year when my dad went to Indiana, he asked me to watch this cat from hell. One morning, while giving her water, she tried to bite me. I chewed her up and down, telling her she should be grateful for me taking the time to feed her and give her fresh water. I never saw her for the remaining few days. I knew she was alive, her food and water was disappearing and her shit box was dirty.

This year, my dad once again asked me to watch her while he is in Indiana. Appearently she is pissed about this. She has tried to bite 4 times today [as of this posting], she also shit and pissed all over my dad's bed and has taken up residence in the guest room on the spare bed, and she will not allow me in there, LOL.

This is truely a demon cat from hell [picture above is her], I can picture her laying on Satan's lap, letting him pet her while she purrs. So the question is, who will survive, the demon cat from hell or me?

Take care and tomorrow I will blog about my ability to attract crazy women, LOL

Babysitting

First I would like to apologize for not posting anything new lately. I have been working long hours and was extremely tired and stressed.

On my weekends I babysit my great neices and nephew for my sister. She has custody of her grandkids, basically because my idiot nephew and his wife got involved with drugs. Anyway, these are some of the best kids to babysit. Except for a few times when they are brats, they are well behaved [they are the best when they are sleeping, see above pictures].

The 2 smaller ones love to be photographed. Little Jason is two years old and going throught the "terrible twos" right now. He is a funny little kid most of the time, but when he gets mad, watch out, he can be the baddest little demon around, LOL.

The word I think of when I think of the middle kid, Kirstin, is "bitch." LOL. I pity the guy who marries her, she will not ask for anything, she demands it, she doesn't care if your busy, she wants it "NOW!" LOL. She can be the bitch one minute and a loving little angel the next, you never know which one you'll get from one moment to the next. She doesn't do that for me any more, she knows I don't stand for it, instead of getting what she wants, she'll get a time out instead. She is 3 years old going on 30, LOL.

The third kid is Rhianon, she is the good one of the three. She helps me out with the other 2 whenever I need it. She can be a bit bossy, thinking she is in charge. She also has a lot of medical conditions, which require special training to handle. She has Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes. She wears an insulin pump which has to be changed every 3 days. Every few hours, her glucose [blood sugar] level must be checked. After every meal, or snack, her glucose level must be entered along with the total carbs she ate, then the pump figures out how much insulin is needed and delivers it directly to her, via a tube that that is attached to her body.

I love these kids, even when the act like little demons. I spend my entire weekend helping and watching the kids for my sister so her and her husband can go and unwind and relax a bit. They are great kids really, just a little understood. The oldest has a lot of issues from the way her parents treated her, but we are working on that. This weekend is my "off" weekend, something that is rare. Instead of watching the kids, I'm watching my dad's "demon cat from hell." I'll tell you about her tomorrow, until then, take care.