Saturday, May 30, 2009

Britain's Got Talent: The Final!

SUSAN BOYLE DID NOT WIN! The competition was won by Diversity!

Flawless:



Shaheen Jafargholi:



Aidan Davis:



Hollie Steel:



Stavros Flatley:



Shaun Smith:



Susan Boyle:



Julian Smith:



Diversity:



2 Grand:



And the winner is:

Liars always get caught

This is one dishonourable player!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Kris Allen and Adam Lambert discuss American Idol

Adam's response to who get the top bunk is priceless. :)

It's official! Archie to marry Veronica!

Click here for details!

Geez... and I thought Kris Allen beating Adam Lambert on American Idol was a surprise! :)

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Here today, gone tomorrow or slowly fading?

Hump Day
By Brian Cormier
Moncton Times & Transcript
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Editorial Page

It's a fact that one day -- eventually -- we're all going to die. Some believe we'll go to heaven. Others believe we just die and that's it. "The end."

Whatever you believe, the fact that we die (at least in the sense of our physical bodies) isn't really up for discussion. Once your heart stops beating, it's pretty safe to say that you'll be forgiven for being late for work, not returning those important telephone calls or not sending in your credit card payment on time.

What I've always found perplexing is why some of us go so quickly while others linger on seemingly forever and disintegrate into suffering, sometimes for years, while others are snatched out of our lives instantaneously. There's no time to prepare. There's no time to get used to the idea. They're just there one minute and gone the next.

On Saturday mornings, I usually run a bunch of errands, including a large grocery order. A couple of weeks ago, I was returning to my car when I saw an older man with a crutch yell out and then fall behind a car. Luckily, he fell next to someone who was able to help him right away. I rushed over to see what I could do, as well.

He was confused and couldn't remember where his car was -- or even what kind of car he had. The fall had given him quite a jolt and he was shaken up. While the other gentleman who was helping went back into the supermarket to get the man's wife, I sat him in the back of my car to wait.

I got a chance to talk to him. His confusion started to ebb a bit as he relaxed and got his bearings. He told me that he'd just had his knee operated on and that his diabetes was acting up. He was angry, not at me, but at his declining health.

"I hate this," he told me. "I can't control what happens to me."

I'd asked him if he'd fallen before and he told me that he had indeed fallen -- several times, in fact. I deduced from his obvious frustration that he was fighting a losing battle with aging. Once likely a vibrant man, he was slowly but surely losing his independence. It was clear that he couldn't even trust himself to go back to the car by himself without being escorted like a child.

Some firefighters who were nearby came over to see if he was OK, and he said he was. He hadn't broken anything, but his recently operated knee needed to be rested after a bit of a bang. His wife then drove up with the car. She thanked us, but I could tell that she was not impressed with her stubborn husband who insisted on going into the supermarket when he should have just stayed home to rest his knee. Not only that, but he then insisted on heading back to the car on his own -- a car he couldn't even find.

We helped him back into the car and he thanked us profusely for our assistance. I'm not sure how his wife got him back into the house, but I'm sure they managed.

Contrast this situation of slowly declining health -- and seemingly years of suffering -- with those who are here one minute and gone the next.

I'm not sure how old you have to be to have your own butcher, but I guess I've reached that age, because I had one. Of course, he was a lot of other people's butcher, too, and had a large and loyal clientele.

I'd drop by often -- probably not as often as some other customers -- but often enough. He knew my father's family and we often chatted about how different relatives were doing health-wise, etc. He also was a regularly reader of this column and we talked about various things I'd written about.

Once in a while, he'd tell me a joke he'd recently heard. They were usually clean, but with just a hint of "Wink! Wink!" naughtiness. When we were the only two people in the shop, he would sometimes confide other things, such as telling me once about how tired he was. He had to work like a dog all the time. Sometimes he'd be up at 4 a.m. making his famous head cheese that his customers liked so much.

It was stressful, I could tell, although he never showed it. He was always friendly, smiling, and offered customer service that was nothing less than stellar. He knew his customers by name and they knew him. Many became friends, I'm sure.

During our last conversation a couple of weeks ago, we talked about one of my aunts who is quite ill. He told me that he was going through a list of people he went to high school with (perhaps for an upcoming reunion?) and he was astonished that a large number of them had already passed away, even though they would have only been in their early sixties.

About a week later, I returned to the shop and asked, "Where's the boss?" It was rare that he wasn't there. "He's sick," I was told. "Must have the flu," I thought.

There aren't many things that completely shock me, but when I opened the newspaper last Thursday to find Don "P.I." Richard's smiling face looking back at me from the obituaries page, I nearly fell off my chair. My jaw literally dropped. Other friends and customers had the same reaction, I'm sure. His illness was swift and sudden.

I'm not sure why Don went so fast. I'm not sure why the gentleman who I helped out in the parking lot seems to be lingering on and declining slowly -- much to his dismay and frustration. It's all part of a great mystery.

I just wish I knew the answer.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A butler's diploma? Who knew?

The Optimist on QTV

Laurence Shorter, author of the book "The Optimist: One Man's Search for the Brighter Side of Life":

Today's Hump Day column...

... is about the mystery of why some people linger on before dying and others go so quickly and suddenly that we're left reeling.

If it's Wednesday, it's Hump Day!

Check it out today on the editorial page of the Moncton Times & Transcript or return here tomorrow when it will be posted online.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Monday, May 25, 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Susan Boyle makes it through to final of Britain's Got Talent

No surprise there!



Here she is singing Memory. A shaky (very!) first note, but the rest was good!

More "Britain's Got Talent" acts

Kieran Gaffney - 12-year-old drummer



Fred Bowers - 73-year-old breakdancer

I get dizzy just watching this!