h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

A mutual friend, serenity, suggested that I drop by and pay you a call. You're more than welcome to click my name (above) to see a bit about myself. And if that doesn't scare you off, I'd be pleased to make your aquaintance.

Nick

Thanks for the blast of old man winter.....brrr. I have a few freinds from Canada. All being Native American as I belong to some native groups. I am not Native by birth only by heart. I am married w/ two boyz who I swear will drive me to insanity. I pray God is sending me a sign or a miricle but have not seen either. I am glad Serenity stumbled across me as I can tell she is a sweatheart. Take care and stay warm. Peace. Uffdamaida

Hey, I didn't send you the blast. Last week, I had a working trip to Edmonton and absorbed as much of that ragged cold as I could. And then obviously sent it directly eastwards, as Im feeling it again this week.

I peeked around your page, and saw that Serenity said I was "around Toronto". (I've known Helen somewhere between 2 and 3 years now) Close enough, ... about halfway between Toronto and Ottawa. A small'ish conglomerate called Trenton. Home of Canada's largest (only ?) transport Air Base. I don't wear the uniform any more, but I still work there, for the folks-in-blue.

So then, how old are your lads? As my PS suggested, my only baby is mostly grown. She turned 25 not long ago, and is "in the family way" with our 4th grandchild.

Howdy again. Me lads(who drive me crazy when together) are 7.5 and 3.5...uffda. You would think there would be no sibling rivalry w/ that space but there is. Probally cause they are boyz and I don't understand boyhood even though I had an older brother. Uffda. I have two good freinds in Canada. One in Edmonton and the other near Toronto. Both are First Nation. The one closer to you is Mohawk and Oneida. I am kinda adopted native americanA good friend of mine just married a man from Edmonton. We was talking and her last name is now Laird...I said that must be Scottish. Yup, she said. Well no more cold air eh? Take care until next time. Peace. Nicole

In the little family I grew in, there were 4 boys and 2 girls. I'm the younger lad though not the baby of the tribe, and between myself and the eldest, there is 5+ years difference. To the day each moved out and on their own, there was always some measure of bickering or competitions.

We now have the cold pocket of air, ... about -12C today (about 10F) Ah well, 'tis the season and all of that.

I was the oldest girl out of three children b4 my dad remarried(then came two step boyz). I guess I draw a blank, there was bickering but not all the time. My parents divorced when I was 7. We grew up w/ our father(thank goodness). I took over the motherly role so there was bickering but no time for alot of civil rivalry. My oldest bro was picked on my sis but not to extreme...More the prankster:S uffda. I just hope they don't kill each other or they drive me to insanity. PS. R u really a Rev? Just wondering Later. Uffdamaida

Somehow, very early in the histories, I was declared the black-sheep. Responsible for any mischief, damages, or even just a bad-weather day. Some of my siblings realized this early, and got great joy out of breaking or hiding something, blaming me, and then watching the beratings and beatings. The saddest thing is that, to this day, they still laugh about it. Admitting that they did so much, just for the fun of watching the results. They find it FUNNY !!! And so does my mother. I have very little contact with any of them.

On a whim, one day 3 years ago I searched the net for "free" ordinations. And found such a legitimate church. But having been raised Catholic, and seriously disillusioned early, I am a relaxed agnostic. I merely use the (legal) Rev term here to differentiate myself from the 40 or more others named simply "Nick".

Am sorry to hear. Because of my mom's leaving...and yes for the most it is a blessing...I remember not being able to be a kid...My oldest brother picked on me and teamed w/ my sis to get me in trouble. I guess(Actually acknowledging it)for some reason my dad was very hard on my brother...he couldn't do anything right(my brother). My grandfather was in WW2 and was gone when my dad was born. For some reason he was also hard on my father and he was also a Methodist Minister. I have heard reports my grandfather beratted his own father too. He didn't talk much...was quiet...Maybe this comes from my grandfather's mom side because his sister was ALWAYS barking at ppl. Getting back to realizing, I am realizing I am hard on my oldest..I seem to be yelling at him constantly. I think at times he is acting up just for that negative attention. Pretty dysfunctional pattern(learned) and I guess I am the only one who can fix it. I also go to Al-Anon as my real mom is an alcoholic and my step mom is recovered. FOR MY SANITY. Srry your family is dysfuntional. May you find peace anyway. Uffdamaida

My family is simply what they have always been. I realized long ago that I can't change them. And made sure that my relationship with my daughter, (and now grand-kids) is much more open, healthy and FUN !!! Humour is a very important ingredient.

Indeed, if you are seeing that you are perhaps disproportionately tough on your eldest, this would be a good time to try to get a handle on it. Just my 2-cents-worth. (Canuck 2-cents, of course )

SO I did a bit of googling, and found the common understanding of "uffda" ... Is there anything or particular meaning in the rest of your chosen researcher name? Just curious.

Sorry if this posts twice...hit wrong button. Well as I said my mom left when I was 7. I remember my dad always being on my brothers case and although he didn't do so to me, I am showing signs of the same w/ my oldest child...It is a two way street there though...he acts out for negative attention and I blow up. I also have health problems which don't help my patience level at all...uffdamaida. At least I am recognizing it and am going to take him to a counselor to see what WE can do about the situation. He drives me to the brink of being so angry I either give up or a few times I have had to stop myself. That is no way for a child to live and I realize it. I just need to take action to get help. I also go to Al-Anon as my mom is an alcoholic and step-mom now recovered but while growing up things were chaotic. I had alot of Anger and I guess it still haunts me today...More so w/ my real mother. I suffer w/ health problems which don't help my temper level. I am sorry your life sucked also. I am not agnostic but get confused w/ God. I believe in more of a Spiritual way like the Native Americans. Until next time peace. uffdamaida

Alot of true Norsks grew up hearing saying Uffdamaida ya sure ya betcha...like the movie Fargo...we don't talk like that constantly. I just adopted it so I wouldn't put down my own name...I go by dakotatears on my native sites.

I can only wish you and your eldest successes at finding some solution then. To growing conflicts and what-ever. Are your own 'health problems' particularly debilitating, or heavy on medications? I understand that often that can complicate a lot of other health and emotional considerations.

Personally, I know that I have an extremely short fuse. And if I hadn't learned some very tight self-control very young, I'd have a far worse history behind me. For days when the bottled-up anger gets too much, ... I have an old tree stump that needs removal, and a very stout axe.

Since a priest kind of turned on me, very unpleasantly, I've not subscribed to any particular faith or belief system. I have made an effort to read of any ways and beliefs that I can find in English. I actually have quite a collection of religious tomes now. If I were to ever settle in to anything, it would seem like some unusual blend of Buddhism, much-older-Wiccan and Druidic ways, and some aspects that I have read of native North Americans. Call it "The Way of Nick", because it really wouldn't be any one rigid path or way.

Since you said a preist turned on you, do I assume in the worst way. I have an uncle who was ordained but he was far from God. He molested at least one of his children and dabbled in porn. This is why I live the Native tribe religion or First naiton where you are...tis similar to buddhism in the way they believe God is in every breathing thing...four directions. I had a penpal who was buddhist and my step-mom thought I was going to convert...I just wanted to learn. I have also had a penpal who was Muslim. I try not to talk about religion as it can be troublesome for many(like politics)but how I believe although we pray differently, there is only one God. I am no way going to say one religion is better than the other or what not. As Al-anon would say, take what you want and leave the rest. I just enjoy learning about other cultures and ppl of diff. nationalities. I wish we could just all get along but I know that isn't always true even in our own families(dysfunctional)as they may be. Until next time may the snappy cold air find you some peace

To my understanding, "God" is that higher inexplicable power. It may be an all-knowing, all-seeing being, it might be nature, it might be the odds and chances of universal evolution. I don't know, and mostly do not care. I simply feel there IS something greater, wish to know it and respect it. And see anyone else as seekers as well. Those who feel they have THE answer, and must beat it in to everyone else, by any means possible, ... I feel that they have it wrong, and leave them cold. I am not an aggressive man, and only defensive as I personally feel a need. I will happily listen to anyone's views, and hope they will respect my right to disagree or not be converted.

No, the priest was not "that way" a problem. I read some foolish books, Erich von Daniken and his theories of other-world beings as the source of our wonders. At about 13 years old, an altar boy of 4 or so years, I asked the priest about some of the notions. Very respectfully, as he WAS the core of our village. He coldly told me that my time and services as an altar boy were no longer needed. And if I chose to not attend daily or weekly services, he would 'appreciate' that as well. You can imagine that being that coldly rebuffed by God's-local-voice, ... it was very shattering.

And my friend, I find peace everywhere and any where that I can. It's a very rare day that I am not at peace with myself, my nature and my world. I know that I am who I am, I try to be good to one and all, hope for the same, and do not lose sleep (much) over instances that aren't as I'd hope them to be.

Which is all we can ask from our selves and others. I too have some problems w/ organized religion...Only HE can tell you the answers not some minister or clergy men... Beleive it or not there are alot of sick Clergy men out there who should not be there....Well going to rest my body. Just like I have a short fuse, so do my white cells. Have to rest so I don't truly get sick. Take it EZ. peace. Uffdamaida

Clergymen of any line are still mortal. And prey to all of the weaknesses of the flesh, mind and ambition. I only decry those who agitate others to evil or harmful ends.

My knowledge of bodies (aside from delightful appreciation of forms) and their chemistry is very limited. But a reference to white-cells tends to make me think of very dire conditions. Perhaps there are some that are not so bad, and you can enlighten me? For privacy and quietness, there IS an e-mail address given on my Personal Space, near the end. It resembles an envelope.

For tonight, rest well, and I'll watch for you another day. But with a warning: I'm not always serious, sombre and dire. I have a somewhat warped sense of humour that can run any number of directions. Light, dark, twist-on-words, facetious, foolish, self-depracating, ... you never really know. So perhaps, ... beware.

G'night Lady (Nicole) DakotaTears

Oh, and just as a "by-the-way", ... I have tagged you as a 'friend' here. I do hope you don't mind. If you do, I will disconnect as I don't ever wish to be overly intrusive.

Good'day my freind...I too can be warped. Growing up in a male predominated home one becomes this way...or just in a home that we learned how to function the best we can. I have a freind out there some where(he hasn't posted anything to me for a long time). He is what I wouldl call my eccentric friend My sis and I used warped sense of humor to make life a lil better...even to the point of sarcasm. It helps us deal w/ life a lil better. Comedy of any kind is goot for the soul I believe. It destresses you and can help heal physical and mental doings. Laughter is the best medicine when no other goot stuff can be found. Later my friend Nicole

I'm no master of it, but sarcasm IS a way and piece of my days. With people that I know can take it and know me. You are still quite an unknown, so of course, I shall remain polite. For now ...

So please, if you find time, tell me how you find yourself so attuned to the native/aboriginal/Indian ways? I gather that is not your blood-lines, but more of a "heart-feel". I am quite interested.

Also, if you are at all interested in less public and more open chats, ... I have an "envelope" displayed on my front page. That is an e-mail address.

b4 I explain why I feel attuned to the native's I will enlighten u w/ wht I know about white cells. White cells the creator gave us to help fight infection...when you have too many you may develop luekemia(they eat the red cells, now in my case, I went thru a aplastic anemic crisis...has to do with the spleen...once I was stabolized and released a year later I had my spleen/gallbladder out(they were both bad) a year later I didn't feel good agian. I developed fibromyalgia/chronic fatige. The virus that made me sick decided to invade my bone marrow. My marrow does not function NORMALLY and doesn't make white cells like normal ppl do( I tell my hubby I'm not normal) Well I recently went to my reumatologist and was told my white cells were at a dangerous low level..not a whole lot to herd of a bunch of viruses...uffda. That is where I am now
Now as far as why I feel compelled to be drawn to native culture. I guess I grew up not far from an Indian Reservation. When I was young I lived on a farm and would talk to my dad's milk cows...even naming them(Melissa,SheShe,Martha,Rose and Rosie)haha. although I was sad at times I kept looking toward the Indian Nation. I heard mean things about them like they are nothing but drunken savages. Even though my mom and dad divorced,she taught me not to judge by one culture but as and individual. Throughout my struggles w/ school and being called names,I guess I became more sensitive to other ppl. It is heard to explain but I guess if I had a past life, maybe I was native or my spirit guide is one. I have felt compelled to visit sacred sites and just learn from their history...the good and the bad and say srry..even tho I didn't do anything wrong but maybe my relatives did. Don't know if that helped or not. My adopted Cherokee mom may not live long but I told her she could visit me in my dreams anytime Later my friend. uffdamaida