Club Q Q107-Loyalty Club (Southern ON Only) v4

[rock lobster]

a *guy* asking for directions?!

*guys* never get lost , everyone knows that.
He's looking for a babe!

[rock lobster]

a *guy* asking for directions?!

That's a new pick-up line.
I gotta try that one!

[ecat444]

[Lee03]

I wonder if we can hook him up with Abigail???

[kenrod]

Whenever Bell Slips-Up... even in the Slightest... the Wife Calls them to let them Have-It.
She has gotten into the Habit of Asking, "Where are you?".
She Tries to get someone who is IN Canada.
The Next Screw-Up, She Says that She is Selecting "French" to Keep the Call within our Country.

By the End of the Tongue-Lashing that She Supplies, She Usually get a Compensation of sorts... even if it is only a Few Bucks on Credit.
She does not let them get away with Anything.

Demand a Compensation!!!!
They Owe You!!!!

What a great idea! Pressing the French option to keep the call in Canada.
Your wife is a genius Wolf!

[ecat444]

Gotta run or walk I mean - got 2 hrs to get to King and Bay - should make it if we don't stop anywhere! Have a good one everyone!

[kenrod]

Attachment 236121

Cool!!

In Canada, you can fart different notes when you take a step.

[kenrod]

Good morning fellow Canucks!

Sorry about the message above. It would have been more meaningful if the picture was shown.

Hope you all have a great day.

[Knottythots]

Good morning
Alohamom - not hard to understand the Leaf, they are owned by Bell and Rogers
Woflie - thanks for the Zeppelin link

[Chers1]

This is for our friend Karl. Believe it or not he never heard of poppycock popcorn.WOW!!! Here it is Karl just for you.
Attachment 235965

that one is good but for those chocolate lovers.. this one is so much better.. yummy yum

[Spartacus]

The sandpiper: MAY YOU HOLD AND TREASURE THE ONES THAT YOU HOLD DEAR TO YOU, I DO.


Boy oh boy. .... A child ... How often God uses them to teach
us ....


This story doesn't ask anyone to forward
it or take any action other than to read and enjoy. By the way, I wish you
a sandpiper.
The Sandpiper


by Robert Peterson




She was six years old when I first met her
on the beach near where I live.

I drive to this beach, a distance of three
or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me.

She was building a sand castle or
something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello," she said.

I answered with a nod, not really in the
mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building," she said.

"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not
really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of
sand."

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped
off my shoes.

A sandpiper glided by.

"That's a joy," the child said.

"It's a what?"

"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come
to bring us joy."

The bird went gliding down the beach.
Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain,

and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my
life seemed completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.

"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert
Peterson."

"Mine's Wendy... I'm six.."

"Hi, Wendy."

She giggled. "You're funny," she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and
walked on.

Her musical giggle followed me.

"Come again, Mr.. P," she called. "We'll
have another happy day."

The next few days consisted of a group of
unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother.

The sun was shining one morning as I took
my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper,

I said to myself, gathering up my coat.

The ever-changing balm of the seashore
awaited me.. The breeze was chilly but I strode along

, trying to recapture the serenity I
needed.

"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to
play?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with
a twinge of annoyance.

"I don't know. You say."

"How about charades?" I asked
sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again.
"I don't know what that is."

"Then let's just walk."

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate
fairness of her face.
"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there." She pointed toward a row of
summer cottages.

Strange, I thought, in winter.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on
vacation"

She chattered little girl talk as we
strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things.

When I left for home, Wendy said it had
been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her

and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in
a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy.

I thought I saw her mother on the porch
and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly
when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today."

She seemed unusually pale and out of
breath.

"Why?" she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my
mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this

to a little child?

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a
bad day."

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day
before and -- oh, go away!"

"Did it hurt?" she inquired.

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with
her, with myself.

"When she died?"

"Of course it hurt!" I snapped,
misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went
to the beach, she wasn't there.

Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to
myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my

walk and knocked at the door. A drawn
looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I
missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."

"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in.
Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to

bother you. If she was a nuisance, please,
accept my apologies."

"Not at all! she's a delightful child." I
said, suddenly realizing
that I meant what I had just said.

"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She
had leukemia
Maybe she didn't tell you."

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had
to catch my breath.

"She loved this beach, so when she asked
to come, we couldn't say no.

She seemed so much better here and had a
lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks,

she declined rapidly..." Her voice
faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it.

Could you wait a moment while I look?"

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for
something to say to this lovely young woman.

She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR.
P" printed in bold childish letters..

Inside was a drawing in bright crayon
hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird.

Underneath was carefully printed:

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart
that had almost forgotten to love opened wide.

I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over,

and we wept together. The precious little
picture is framed now and hangs in my study.

Six words -- one for each year of her
life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and
hair the color of sand
-- who taught me the gift of love.


NOTE: This is a true story sent out by
Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the

incident changed his life forever. It
serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to

enjoy living and life and each other. The
price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.


Life is so complicated, the hustle and
bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about

what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or
crisis...

This week, be sure to give your loved ones
an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment...

even if it is only ten seconds, to stop
and smell the roses.

This comes from someone's heart, and is
read by many
and now I share it with you..

May God Bless everyone who receives this!
There are NO coincidences!

Everything that happens to us happens for
a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant.

Who knows what they can teach us?


I wish for you, a sandpiper.

That is so beautiful and so true!! Peace and Love. A Sandpiper to all.

[Chers1]

OK-I am not really one to get mad but this is absolutely ridiculous! (caveat-I am sorry ahead of time if offend anyone who works for Bell)
Due to the DECEMBER ice storm, our land phone line detached from our home. Mark called to have them come and reattach it. They showed up and it took the "technician" (HAHAHA) quite a while to absorb that the line was into our house above ground. He kept insisting we would have to wait till spring to dig. My husband finally got through to the guy and he reattached it to the house. PROBLEM SOLVED, RIGHT?!?!?! NOOOOOO. A few weeks later we get a call to schedule our "dig". We explained there was no need, all is good, etc. FINE, SHOULD BE END OF STORY, RIGHT-NOOOOO!!!! This happens a few more times, what the heck is it going to take to get the communications through within this company??? (how ironic!) Two weeks ago I come home to a guy locating where they are going to dig to fix my f***ing phone line!!!!!!!! I told him it was not needed, it was fixed back in Dec blah blah blah. He tells me to please CALL BELL so he will at least get paid for his time. Fair enough, I do so as I dont want my property dug up in the freaking first place. I came home today to a CREW DIGGING UP M"Y PHONE WHICH WORKS FINE and of course, ready for this---I know you know what is coming---what do you think has happened...

MY FREAKING PHONE LINE IS ALL STATIC, NO DIAL TONE AND THE BLANKETY BLANK BLANK BEEPI:NG PHONE ISNT WORK:ING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!

WTF?

Sorry rant over, I dont get mad easy but this is absolute garbage

LOL.. with you not at you.. I've had that happen to a friend of mine.. they never did fix it. I'd call and get one ring and then blank.. they never figured it out and he finally gave up and went with cogeco..

[Spartacus]

Congrats on your new BLUE. One of each cool. Knottythots!!!!

[rock lobster]

What a great idea! Pressing the French option to keep the call in Canada.
Your wife is a genius Wolf!

Or perhaps Haiti,Sierra Leone or heaven forbid ......France.

[SillyLoocie]

Just in case anyone is hungry & missed their lunch like me,
I have brought you all a sandwich a delectable stromboli,
You can make them many ways & they really are quite yummy,
They also know just how to cure a growling hungry tummy,
There's lots of room at my table, so won't you please be seated?
I'll warm your sandwich up for you, cause they are much better heated,
Remember lunch is important to help you make it through the day,
You know you're always welcome at Loocie's Lunch Cafe.