Tow Trucks and Their Drivers

ThisSteven's Tow Truck is my son, Steven.

He is 21 years old and as of March 20, 2014 became one of your friendly-neighbourhood CAA tow truck drivers up in the B.dot.  He’s very excited for his new career; he says the best part of it is that he gets to help people.  He makes his mama so proud 🙂

I drive the 400 series highways in the Greater Toronto Area a lot.  I see accidents and broken down vehicles on a regular basis; I see them just about every single trip.  I know that when there is a vehicle off to the side of the road and there are emergency vehicles or tow trucks present, it is my duty as a responsible driver to give them room to work.  I move over to the to the next lane if there is room or I’ll give them the widest berth possible if there isn’t any room.  We should all do this.

All too often I hear on the news that one of our front line emergency services workers (police, fire, ambulance) or roadside assistance worker was hit by a passing vehicle as they attended to someone who themselves had been involved in an accident or was stopped along the highway.  This is incredibly tragic and so completely preventable.

For all of us who drive vehicles, it is our responsibility to drive with care and caution at all times, but especially when any type of road crew, emergency workers, utility workers or roadside assistance are present.  If you live in the Province of Ontario and have an Ontario driver’s license you should know this because it is in the driver’s handbook.  This link will take you to the Ministry of Transportation Ontario‘s web site.

For the sake and safety of my son and all of his tow truck driving brethren, and anyone else who’s job requires them to work on the open road – PLEASE, I implore you – be respectful when you pass them on the highways and byways.  Give them room to work safely.  Their moms and everyone else who loves them will be eternally grateful.

This public service message is brought to you by ‘She Who Nags Because She Cares’ 😀

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Happy Pancakes, Tuesday!!!

Yes, I realize it’s Shrove Tuesday to all ye who be Christians, which means tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent. If you don’t already know the history of Shrove Tuesday, here’s some great information I found on this web site:

The Origins of Shrove Tuesday

Shrove Tuesday originated during the Middle Ages. As in contemporary times, food items like meats, fats, eggs, milk, and fish were regarded as restricted during Lent. To keep such food from being wasted, many families would have big feasts on Shrove Tuesday in order to consume those items that would inevitably become spoiled during the next forty days. The English tradition of eating pancakes on Shrove Tuesday came about as a way to use as much milk, fats, and eggs as possible before Ash Wednesday began. In France, the consumption of all fats and fatty foods on this day coined the name “Fat Tuesday” or Mardi Gras.

Originally beginning on Sunday, Shrove Tuesday was a three-day celebration that culminated in large feasts on Tuesday night. By the beginning of the 20th century, however, the event was restricted to the Tuesday observance. Carnival became associated with Shrove Tuesday, in part from the Spring Equinox celebrations that were practiced by the Romans and the ancient tribes of Europe. The word “carnival” comes from the Latin carnem levare, meaning “to take away the flesh”. However, in the New Orleans and Rio de Janiero celebrations, public revelry and carousing have become the tradition for Carnival around the world. It was mostly as a result of the Carnival celebrations that the Church restricted the observance to a single day.

and that’s all well and good… but I’m just in it for the flapjacks 🙂

Gluten free, banana-blueberry pancakes

Gluten free, banana-blueberry pancakes

The F-Bomb and Why I Love It

f-bombI don’t know if my children – mostly adult, btw – have ever read my blog but if you are reading this post you should probably stop now, because mama is about to swear… a lot.  Also, if you are offended by the f-bomb you should read no further, in fact, you may want to skip over my blog altogether.

Fuck

I love the word fuck because, not only is it a joyful and invigorating pastime, not to mention THE best way to procreate, but it is also an incredibly versatile word.

Wikipedia has a lovely article on the etymology of the word fuck. Although I tend to question the absolute validity of any articles on Wikipedia, this is a great starting place from an educational standpoint.

HuffPosts article by Melissa Mohr, A F*cking Short History of the F-Word, is very entertaining and helps to disseminate some of the myths of my favourite fucking word. However, in the third paragraph, Ms. Mohr states that the word fuck is not Anglo-Saxon in origin but Germanic… uhm… Anglo-Saxon = Germanic, so I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. You can read all about Anglo-Saxons here.

I first read the following excerpt from George Carlin’s stand up performance about 25 years ago when it was passed around from office to office via fax. Yes, you read that correctly. For all you young ‘ns (under 35), there was a time – before the interwebs – when silly jokes and pics were shared through that new fandangled technology called the facsimile machine.

George Carlin – The History And Many Uses Of The Word Fuck

Perhaps one of the most interesting words in the English language today, is the word fuck. Out of all of the English words which begin with the letter F, fuck is the only word referred to as the “F” word, it’s the one magical word. Fuck as most words in the English language, derived from German, the word “fricken[?]”, which means to strike.

In English, fuck falls into many grammatical categories:

  • As a transitive verb, for instance – John fucked Shirley.
  • As an intransitive verb – Shirley fucks.

It’s meaning is not always sexual; it can be used:

  • as an adjective – John’s doing all the fucking work
  • as part of an adverb – Shirley talks too fucking much
  • as an adverb enhancing an adjective – Shirley is fucking beautiful
  • as a noun – I don’t give a fuck
  • as part of a word absofuckinglutely, or infuckingcredible
  • and, as almost every word in the sentence – fuck the fucking fuckers

As you must realize, there aren’t too many words with the versatility of fuck, as in these examples describing situations such as:

  • Fraud – I got fucked at the used car lot
  • Dismay – Aw fuck it
  • Trouble – I guess I’m really fucked now
  • Aggression – Don’t fuck with me buddy
  • Difficulty – I don’t understand this fucking question
  • Inquiry – Who the fuck was that?
  • Dissatisfaction – I don’t like what the fuck is going on here
  • Incompetence – He’s a fuck-up
  • Dismissal – Why don’t you go outside and play hide-and-go-fuck yourself?

I’m sure you can think of many more examples. With all these multi-purpose applications, how can anyone be offended when you use the word? We say, use this unique, flexible word more often in your daily speech. It will identify the quality of your character immediately. Say it loudly, and proudly!

Fuck you!

Anyone who knows who the late, great George Carlin was, knows that he had a penchant for the f-bomb. This link will take you to a YouTube compilation video of (all/most?) Mr. Carlin’s uses of the word fuck in some of his more memorable stage performances. This is 10 of the funniest fucking minutes of video I have ever seen, and that’s mostly because after about three and a half minutes of watching a YouTube video I’m bored out of my fucking mind…  Not so much with this one.

I hope you continue to rest in peace, Mr. Carlin; you were one funny mother-fucker

George Carlin

Make Way for Emergency Vehicles

Brampton Fire

There is a fire station barely a block from my house.  It’s a very busy fire station.  I know it’s a very busy station because I see their trucks quite often driving south down the street in front of my house; lights flashing, sirens wailing.  Even more often, I hear the sirens as the truck and its crew depart the station in response to myriad emergency calls.  I hear the sirens even though the station is a block from my house.  I hear the sirens as the truck and its crew race off in all directions away from my house.  I hear the sirens for blocks as the truck and its crew respond to the emergency needs of the citizens of my city.

If I can HEAR the sirens wailing blocks from my house, why can’t the guy in the little blue Honda (and by ‘guy’ in the little blue Honda, I am referring to drivers of all genders, in all manner of vehicle) hear the sirens of the giant red fire truck that’s right behind him.  Or, maybe he does hear the sirens but he doesn’t know that the law requires him to pull over and let the fire truck pass.  I find that hard to believe.  It’s still on the written test, isn’t it?  Every licensed driver who gets behind the wheel of a vehicle must know that it is a requirement of the Highway Traffic Act that you must make way for all emergency vehicles (police, fire, ambulance and public-utility emergency vehicles).

Emergency vehicles are easily identified when responding to an emergency through their use of flashing red lights (police may also use red and blue flashing lights), a siren or bell, or alternating flashes of white light from their headlamp highbeams. Also, be aware that police, fire and ambulance services use many different types of vehicles, including bicycles, snowmobiles, all-terrain vehicles, motorcycles, buses and trucks. (Note: this paragraph is a direct quote from the Driver’s Handbook page of the Ministry of Transportation (Ontario) web site)

It is possible – although I must say this thought is incomprehensible – that the drivers who don’t make way, know the law, but they just don’t care.  This I do not want to believe.  They have to know that these emergency vehicles are on their way to help someone.  Perhaps that someone is a stranger, but perhaps that someone is known to them.  Perhaps that someone is a someone that the care very much for; a someone that they love.

When next you spy or hear an emergency vehicle approaching, from any direction, please, I beg you; pull over to the curb, stop your vehicle and allow the emergency vehicle to safely pass.  It matters not that you know where that vehicle is headed, but think of who they might be on their way to save: your mum or dad, grandparents, siblings, or maybe your child.  I know you wouldn’t want anyone to stand in the way of someone you love getting the help that they need.

Lead by example; others will follow.

Ministry of Transportation (Ontario)