"Oh, leave me out of this, Homer. Games of chance are strictly forbidden by Deuteronomy 7!"
"Seven, aye?! Got any more lucky numbers?"
From the nytimes.com website:
"The nuns of this city, going, going - going to Atlantic City?
At least Sister de Sales is, on occasion. She says that a sister who is still able to drive will take this gambling-nun posse for a midweek stay at the Showboat, or some other casino where they can get adjacent rooms, eat and see a show. Sometimes they lose a little at the slots, sometimes they lose a little more.
But, as the good nun likes to say, "What is, is.""
Bizarre. It's kind of like seeing a nun smoking (which I never have, but then, I've never seen a nun at a pub or casino, either).
On another topic entirely, I went to see the Epilepsy Foundation here in Chch yesterday, and found out a bit of information on Epilepsy Assist dogs and how to get them registered. They were just so helpful, they've also given me the name and contacts for the EA organisation up in Auckland, so I feel like I've started the project rolling anyway.
The other interesting thing is that there are all sorts of services and things available to people with disabilties or on the sickness benefit - like cards for reductions in public transport or entry to pools and stuff - and WINZ doesn't tell people about it, which I think is stunningly remiss. I could have been using this for years and it would have been very nice if WINZ had at least mentioned it.
I rang my mum and told her about Sock. I was crying because frankly, the whole thing terrified me. I said to her "shit, you know, if the dog hadn't told me I'd almost certainly have drowned" and her response was "well, it was good you have the dog then, ay?"
Is that a normal response? It's a logical response, I guess, seeing as the danger is over and was avoided. But somehow it was rather less comforting than an "oh my god! you almost died! I'm so glad the dog was with you. are you ok? can I do anything?" kind of response.
So thank you for the comments, it made me feel like at least some people would be sad and shocked if I drowned in a bath-tub. Sometimes I feel like mum would be more concerned about damage to the plumbing.
... and then I tell myself to stop being quite such a self-pity-a-thon! *grin*
Yay only a couple of days til Chrissymiss!
Posted by phreq at December 23, 2004 08:21 AM | TrackBack
yeah, a friend of mine has a brother whose on a sickness benefit down in Chch and he gets all sorts of stuff from Winz etc - computer printer or something similar amongst the lot - mainly by being an arse and or yelling until they give in. it seems silly that the only ppl who are going to get access to all the things that are available are the ones who make the most noise. do they not think about the fact that if someone is sick, their energies would be better spent trying to get better, rather than chasing winz officers? it shouldn't all have to be passed on by word of mouth
glad you've tracked down some resources tho.
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