Time Flies When You're.........

Wow! I can't believe it's been over a month since I've posted anything on my little blog!! Time flies when you're ......busy.
Ugh! Things were busy in October. A combination of fun and not so fun.....I have to admit I was in somewhat of a "funk" too! I don't know why....I just had a bit of a "Mad" on.
Do you ever just want to isolate yourself from EVERYONE and meditate....or medicate?
I mean, I was busy with opera, learning a really hard one called The Flying Dutchman. It's in German and there was alot for us to do and alot to learn. Usually I'm all gung ho ( that doesn't sound German......I think it might be Chinese but whatever, you know what I mean) but this time I was sort of "low" at the beginning of things but will admit that once I got into it.....ACH!! Mein Gott! You couldn't stop me!! I had a blast!

I was upset alot over the US election stuff. I was soooooo worked up about Sarah Palin and kinda depressed about her, and how many people think like her. I didn't want to comment on it on my blog because I just didn't know what and how to say it. You can't just write.....I HATE the thought of Sarah Palin and leave it at that could you? Well you could, but I couldn't.....
Anyway, it all turned out GREAT! Yeah Obama!!! So that worry has lifted.

Kids were still finding their groove in school. My daughter just started Jr. High and.....ok....I had alot of adjusting to do. She's a teenager now!! She does her own thing!! I'm a control freak and was trying to find MY groove and the right way to .......um.....control her .....without her knowing it! I didn't want to write about that.....it's kind of embarrassing but I think we've worked it out. I read her diary when she's not around.......ha ha joking!! She doesn't have a diary......I don't think.....I'll do a thorough search tomorrow. Anyway, she's a great kid and really communicative so I have nothing to worry about........yet......

With all the busy-ness, hubby and I kinda got lost in the shuffle too. Two ships passing ( out) in the night. I'd come home from work, make dinner, he'd come in the door, I'd go out the door with instructions for finishing the dinner prep and any homework help that was required and which kid's homework to actually do ( I mean really, little Suzy didn't make that diorama of Paris on her own and my kid's gotta compete with that?!!!)
I didn't want to write about that because if I don't have time to talk to my husband I shouldn't be writing on my blog right!!?

So the month flew by and now I'm back to writing about.....nothing much........yawn......back to things as usual!!!

So You Think You Can........

My kids and I are really hooked on the show So You Think You Can Dance. The Canadian version started a few weeks ago and we love it ! We've all come to the conclusion that the Canadians are WAYYYY better than our neighbours to the south! Even American Judge Mary Murphy marvelled at the talent saying something like " What do you people eat here in Canada? I think I'm gonna get me a citizenship here so I can dance like you guys!"

Anyway we hunker down in our PJ's with our snacks, and watch in amazement as young talented dancers "wow" us ( and often bring me to tears! I'm such a crier!). There are many though, who Think They Can Dance, and can't.

You have to love the confidence.

There's American/Canadian Idol and the audition shows where people REALLY think they can sing and are shocked when they are told they can't.

The audition segments of So You Think You Can Dance feature hundreds of

"thinkers" who really can't dance!

I think they're great. I think confidence should win something!!

I didn't have and still don't have that much self confidence. I had to audition for Edmonton Opera but I certainly didn't Think I Could Opera. I hoped, but I honestly didn't think I'd get in, and 7 years later I'm still a little worried about the phone call telling me the game's up and it's time to leave.

After watching a few seasons of So You Think You Can Dance.....I'm pretty sure I can't dance.

I'm positive I can't sew, or model, or fashion design, or decorate a prize winning cake. These are all shows where really confident people actually think, know and believe they can do those things really really well. I applaud them!

I especially applaud those who think they can....when they can't.

Three cheers for Canadian Universal Health Care!!

Tyra, sorry to disappoint you by not having you in my blog lately! Thanks for your comments on my last post, the kind words and prayers! Thank Gods too for our Canadian universal health care! Check this out!

I saw my family physician after about 8 days of symptoms as mentioned in my previous post, and within 2 weeks ( No long waiting period as rumors have it) I was having a CT that didn't cost me a cent nor did I need the approval for that CT from a "for profit" insurance company!!! My Dr ( a medical speciallist) who examined me was the one to determine that I needed a CT!!! Go figure!!! The government didn't decide nor did the for profit ( that's money making, in plain speak)insurance company what was medically necessary!! Anyway, it didn't cost me a cent, I had it in a timely manner and again thank gods it wasn't anything life threatening or serious.

If it was though, I know I'd have the best care from one of the best oncology hospitals in Canada within days.....for free. No declaring bankrupsy or loss of home due to those high medical bills for this Canadian!! Our family of 4 does pay a tax of about $95/month for that health care. Over the years my families incidental medical needs of approximately 1 CT (me), 1 MRI ( child), 2 babies including monthly prenatal exams, ( a paid maternity leave of 1yr so I could recover and be a full time mom for their first yrs and my husband could choose to take a month of that paid "paternity leave" to get to know his new children without loss of job or income too!!!) a few ER visits for heart palpitations ( hubby), car accidents for xrays and stitches ( ugh, hubby again!), cardiac monitoring, cardiac stress testing, asthma attacks ( child), pediatric allergy speciallist visits for life threathening allergies, stitches and x rays, you know, typical family medical needs over the course of 14 yrs. It wouldn't matter whether I was the CEO of a company or a single mom working as a waitress. I would have the same treatment options, for the same amnt of $$. It also would cost a family of 4 no more than $95/month if Gods forbid one of them had cancer, and another had a heart attack with the worry, and they got into a car accident and needed ongoing phsyical therapy following that accident. I'm Canadian and under our health care act I am no more deserving of the best health care than the next person be he/she homeless, alchoholic,drug addict, fashion model, CEO, banker, starving artist. I only wish everyone had this right to health.

It's NOT a tooma!

Phew! I had a CT on Wednesday and an appointment with a neurologist yesterday and the neurologist is 98% sure I have BPV. .........

Why do they do that? All these initials?
MI, STD, BPV, IV.............geesh!
I'm a nurse and I have to admit even I wasn't too sure what BPV was.....at first all panicky that it was an STD or some sort of CVA or latent symptoms from the MVA I had a few years back. So I asked him about the CT and he mumbled " it was normal" , almost with a "pfft, relax!" tone of voice.

Relax????? Buddy, I had brain tumor on the brain for 2 1/2 weeks!! I have to admit though that I had a few really good scenarios going through my head....kinda of similar to "Beaches" or "Terms of Endearment". Ya, in my little "mind movies" people were really, really nice to me and some were soooooo sorry for how they treated me in the past!! In one I went to Greece with a bunch of girlfriends......my hubby and kids were looked after by the whole community while I was gone so I needn't worry.

So really I guess despite thinking I had a brain tumor I'm a positive thinker. Never in my brain tumor mind movies was I actually very sick ( nor did I look sick other than the 20lbs I lost which is actually a good thing, I looked great!). I mean, I went to Greece with a bunch of girlfriends and sang the entire Mama Mia soundtrack running up and down cliffs! I gave speeches at schools about living life to the fullest. I was busy helping my fellow nurses on the chemo ward ( a model patient). Never was I sick, in pain or looking anything but the best! So ya, I was a positive thinker. I WAS scared but didn't let my fear get the best of me!

So what's BPV you ask? It's Benign Positional Vertigo cause by some particles moving around my inner ear that aren't supposed to be moving around that part of my inner ear. Those particles are telling my brain that I'm spinning when all I'm actually doing is lying down trying to sleep, or tilting my head really far to the side while trying to read titles of books in a library......when that happens I grab my husband so I don't fall off the rapidly spinning bed or I grab at the book shelf, toppling over several books annoying the librarian and embarrassing my kids .

So that he's 100% sure I am booked for an MRI in a couple of weeks. What else could it be?????? CVA? MS? IIP? HPV? hee hee hee.......

Feelin' the buzz....

So, I've been experiencing a wierd vertigo thing for about 8 days now. Not necessarily a "bad" feeling mind you. Sort of like the good BC bud I experimented with in my younger years without the hysterical laughter and munchies. Good for my waistline, bad for doing my job!
It all started , like I said, 8 days ago with me getting up to go pee in the morning and finding myself half running, half stumbling sharply to the left!
The rest of the day wasn't so sharply shifted yet still spent in bed, a spinning bed, feeling , well....high and very very tired. It's eased off a bit, but am still dizzy and clumsy.
Now, remember, I'm a nurse and kinda know stuff so of course I did a little "reasearch" of my own and kinda sorta had myself a little freaked out by MS. Well I went to the Dr yesterday and after explaining my symptoms.....I might add that I mentioned the BC bud feeling and was met with a blank stare ( nerdy med school type!), she ruled out MS. Something to do with my age and having the first every symptoms....like I was WAY tooo OLD to be having the first symptoms!!!! Thanks, I think!?

So now I have to go see a neurologist and have a head and neck CT!!! A couple of bad things really. First of all head CT can mean they're looking for a brain tumor!!!! Another bad thing is my neurologist just may be a terrorist......Al Hussain..... That's his name!!!! ( I know, I know....soooooo politically incorrect but I kinda thought it would get a chuckle!!)
Anyway, I'm sure I got some wierd virus from my recent foreign travel to .....Vancouver when I was there in July..........or......my other exotic trip to Saskatchewan so I'm only slightly nervous......and maybe a little paranoid.......due to that BC bud again!! So, I'll keep ya posted and if anyone has any good and funny " stoned" stories they'd like to share please do so!!!

Oh, if only SHE'D blog- revisited

Alas! Another response to my email from yet another " non-blogger" who should definitely blog!!
I guess I should thank them for not having a blog- I have material!!
This one is especially funny for those who grew up in Edmonton and have visited our so called zoo over the years.
Enjoy!


Now – as for your inability to blog the intimate details of your life – would you consider an anonymous memoir, instead? Something like “The Sordid Affairs of ‘K’.” Because really, it’s just selfish to keep the hilarity of your observations under wraps. My personal stuff is much less riveting, more dull and domestic. IF I was writing a blog this week, it would perhaps be something like this:

THE DAY THEY MADE US GO TO THE ZOO – PART DEUX

Okay...for all of you who are not Barbara...there’s a prologue. Several years ago, seeking some functional balance of visiting and responsibly caring for my children (only Steven and Grace, at the time), Barbara and I decided that we would go to the zoo. There, we reasoned, the kids would be enchanted by the poo-flinging primates while we could stand behind the stroller, chatting happily as we tend to do. It didn’t quite work out. It was drizzling just a little, if I remember correctly. Sort of chilly. Grace, at the tender age of about two, had already mastered the art of full-frontal-bitchery. Steven was no match, but still a game competitor, bringing his whiny little ass technique to the playing field. Barbara and I did not, therefore, achieve the pleasant visit that we set out to have. What we did get out of the deal was a photo of the two kids, posing in the mouth of the concrete whale sculpture, wearing soggy rain jackets and grim expressions that captured the misery of the outing. We titled it “The Day They Made Us Go to the Zoo.”
But time heals all wounds. Or wounds all heels. Or, at the very least, makes you forget the lessons that you swore you’d never forget. And so, a few weeks back, I mentioned to Barbara that I was planning on taking the kids to the zoo. “Your kids hate the zoo...remember?” she said, helpful friend that she is. I did remember, then, but thought that things would be different now. They are older. More thoughtful. More interested in animals that aren’t animated. So we picked a nice day when there was no rain in sight...just a nice, oppressive, 30 degrees and a blazing sun hanging in the sky...and WE WENT TO THE ZOO. AGAIN.
It is my theory that Valley Zoo started losing its charm the day they took “Storyland” out of its name. It has since been like a poem without a theme, or a balloon without air. Pointless, at best; soulless, at its worst. This is obvious the minute you walk through the gate and face what was once the “Three Little Pigs” scene and is now...a gerbil ranch. Seriously, it’s a couple bales of hay, a few pieces of PVC pipe for rambunctious games of hide-and-seek, and about a hundred rodents. “What’s wrong with that one?” asked William, pointing to a grotesquely pregnant female. I looked around and noticed that several other loose-lady gerbils were in similar shape. The sign on the fence that informs people of each animal’s status (extinct in the wild/endangered/etc.) classified them as “thriving.” No shit. We moved on.
We saw porcupines. We saw ducks. We saw roughly 2,000 lemurs. They actually have a habitat for the oh-so-exotic “crow.” Perhaps they should look at renaming to something along the lines of “The Quotidian Valley Zoo.” Or, “The Prosaic Valley Zoo.” I wanted to find the habitats for “The Common Household Mouse,” and the “Garbage-Eating Magpie,” but the kids wanted to go to the petting zoo. So we went. It was there that I really bemoaned the fact that I had forgotten my camera at home (alas, there will be no follow-up photo in the whale’s mouth). Eagerly awaiting your child’s petting at the zoo are roughly a half-dozen insane-looking chickens and two goats. One stood by the far fence, rolling a threatening, glassy eye in the direction of any child brave enough to approach. Few did. They were all opting for goat-number-two, who could have passed for dead, save the slight, tell-tale rise and fall of respiration. That shallow in-and-out, that was the only sign of life in this goat, who lay limply on its side in the middle of the dirt yard, assaulted by eager-to-pet children and the crazy, wandering chickens. As Natalie went bouncing over to maul this sad creature, Dennis looked worried about the kind of diseases that jump species. He asked if I thought it had expired. “No,” I said. “It’s just given up its soul.”
We moved on.
We discovered that the train, the highlight of every visit to the zoo since I was nine years old, is gone, baby, gone. The tracks are torn up, there’s a new building housing a few hundred of the ubiquitous lemurs built right over where the tracks used to be. So it looks pretty permanent. In its place, they offer “the new, ELECTRIC train!” which is roughly the size of a Tonka truck and wouldn’t amuse anyone over the age of two. But we bought ride tickets on the way in, and would be fucked if we didn’t get our money’s worth. So we forced Grace and the twins onto the merry-go-round. We would have made Steven suffer as well, because we’re all about fair treatment, but they won’t let you on the damn thing if you’re “taller than this line.” And he was. So we watched William and Natalie, bored but willing to endure the few minutes that it took, and Grace, who was clearly in HELL. Again, I itched for my camera, because the expression on her face was just about beyond description. It was rage, and humiliation, and fear of being spotted by someone she knew, all rolled up into one big facial stew. Her body language said, I am so cool, and so far above this. In fact, I am above everyone. It is criminal that I am forced to be with these people, let alone on this childish contraption. But it was a hard pose to pull off as she went up-and-down-up-and-down on her little pink horsie.
We moved on.
It was decided that the rest of the ride tickets would be used to let Will and Nat ride ponies until they puked. So we set off in search of the pony rides, situated in a far, far corner of the property that you just about need a pony ride to get to. On the way there, William finally saw something that excited him. “Hey!” he yelled. “It’s a Coke machine!!!” He actually went up and stroked it. We are mean parents who wouldn’t give the kids any change to plug into the thing (if only it had accepted ride tickets...), but we did all stop for a moment to marvel over the logistics of a big machine that was really just by a path in the midst of a field, apparently wired into Mother Earth herself. Then we saw other man-made structures jutting out of the meadow. “Bathrooms!” someone yelled, as we happened upon a row of ominously leaning porta-potties. “Sshhhh!” said Steven, “I’m going to pet it!” And he made a big show of sneaking up on the potty’s blind side, then reaching out, in a real Mutual of Omaha moment, to gently stroke it. Finally, we made it to the pony rides, where the twins each took two turns on a beaten-looking nag named “Sage.” I spent almost the entire time considering the posted rules sign, wondering why they wouldn’t let you ride a horse if you were wearing a thong. Eventually, at the end, I realized that they were referring to flip-flops.
I am telling you all of this because you are my memory-keepers. There is no photographic proof, this time...so I thought that a detailed written account was in order. In a couple of years, when I say, “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to take the kids to the zoo?” I now expect seven emails or phone calls in response. “Remember...your kids hate the zoo,” is what you have to say.
Of course, I’ll probably go anyway.

Jo-Anne

Oh if only she'd blog!

I've been trying to convince some good friends of mine to blog. I recently sent them all an email with links to good blogs and plenty of encouragement to join in the fun. This is a response from one of my friends .....I HAD to share.

My dear Dilys, et al

The reason why I cannot write a blog is that I do not want my kids or parents to know what kind of stuff I think about. This is, I think, something you could more fully appreciate if I revealed to you the mental email I was composing to you yesterday morning. It was about Drunken Sex.

I'll spare you the details, but the gist of it was that I woke up the next morning (at my house, thank you very much!) with the worst hangover I can remember since I was in my 20s. The TV remote was on the floor in the bathroom. The few inches of wine I hadn't managed to consume were drying in my glass on the kitchen counter, the wine bottle itself laying on its side like it died of exhaustion. There was an unnatural amount of candle wax spilled on the deck by the hot tub. I can't explain the bird feathers. Worse, there was a large puddle that looked like blood. For one full second, I thought we sacrificed a goat. But it was just clothes. From the neighbour's across the alley.

Kidding. The clothes were Wayne's and mine. I don't recall shedding them. My last clear thought is coming from dinner with Barb (where we consumed a bottle of wine) to discover the back yard completely lit with tea candles. They outlined the edge of the patio, went up both sides of the steps to the hot tub, and lined the ledge of the tub itself. There were candles on the patio table, and on the lawnchair side table. It was beautiful. Magical. Wayne had a glass of wine poured for me, ready. Music played. He looked very handsome.

So I decided I could allow myself to take a recess from being magnanimously distant. This was my most recent response to his latest screw-up. (As Wounded Wife responses go, it is pretty good: lets you talk and behave very politely, while you are letting him know superior you are.) I think another release factor was that, at dinner earlier, I had become Benign Buddha Karen. Loving all life, filled with compassion, profound spiritual awareness--you know the mood. Two glasses of wine, and Benign Buddha tells Wounded Wife to let the past be past, and become One with the present. Three glasses of wine and candles look like glowing love fairies.

Why is it that you wake up earliest on the days you feel worst? My theory is that your cosmically connected Inner Self wants to take advantage of the teaching moment. As I wandered around the house that morning, I really felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. It surprises me now to think how reasonable it seemed--even for a moment--that we had sacrificed a goat. Reason asserting itself was not that we would never have done such a thing, but that we didn't own a goat.

These are things my parents and children need never know. But if I was blogging, I would entitle the whole thing "Why You Should Eat Lunch Before Having Wine with Dinner". It's always ultimately about food, if you ask me.

xxoo
Karen

P.S. Does anyone know how to get massage oil stains out of carpet?

It was THIS big!

One of my top 5 favorite movies of all times is Big Fish. I think I love it so much because I relate so well to the main character.......I tend to exaggerate a bit......just a little bit.

This movie is about a man who is dying and his son is visiting him. The Dad shares these amazing stories of his life but the son doesn't believe them. He thinks his Dad is lying and he's pretty ticked off because he believes that all his life his Dad has been lying to him . He just wants to know his Dad and he keeps getting all these BIG FISH stories and wacky wierd stories of events and characters that are too wierd to be true. The Dad dies and low and behold all the characters from the stories his Dad told are at the funeral. Maybe not quite as the son pictured them.....but they're all there! The stories were all TRUE!!

I absolutely love telling stories. I love telling stories of events of my life or other peoples lives for that matter!. I reinact events, I use foreign accents and just the right facial expressions to get the story across......and yes....sometimes I exaggerate a little bit. Lately my kids have been busting me and kind of wrecking my stories. I'll have a captive audience of friends.....I'll be in the middle of a story....they're all watching me, hardly breathing, looking shocked, or amused or whatever I want them to be when right in the middle one of my kids would go " No you didn't. " or " There weren't that many" or " They didn't say it like that"......ARGH!!!!

I've actually had to sit my kids down and tell them to stop doing that.

"But Mommy, you're lying!" they exclain loudly, tears collecting at the corners of their soulfull eyes. ( see? Doesn't that sound better?)

"Not really lying," I reply." I'm embellishing and improving the story.You see, there's a story and then there's a STORY. People want the STORY."

Don't get me wrong......I really don't lie. I tell the story and sometimes it just seems exaggerated by my sheer enthusiasm. My enthusiasm for telling the story sometimes makes the story better. I mean really would you like to hear about how it was raining and I forgot to close the car windows or would you rather hear about how it was absolutely pouring, in fact it seemed the rain was horizontal it was so windy. I heard the snap of branches just over my head on several occasions and the kids were pale despite their summer tans. We were almost at the door when I remembered I had left the car windows open. God help me, I had to go back! Just then there was a blinding light and instantly the deafening crack of thunder....simultaneous which meant the strike of lightening was within feet of our car........anyway, you get my drift?

Now my kids would go....." we weren't pale........it wasn't simultaneous....blah blah blah"

I think I've had a pretty interesting life and I do have some good stories. I just make them better for YOU the listener.

Wedding Season

Summertime and the livin' is easy......

When I was in my 20's, ( which was, I admit 20 years or so ago)starting around April I spent almost every 2nd weekend at a wedding until mid September! Summer was definitely wedding season and I started shopping for wedding gifts at Boxing Day sales in preparation!

Two springs ago, while driving the kids somewhere, my 10 year old daughter stated that she had never been to a wedding! She sounded sad and in all honesty I was sad for her! Weddings are exciting for a 10 year old girl. The bride, the fancy dresses, the dancing.......but alas, no one's doing it anymore!!!

We have neices and nephews at that "marriage age" but they're living together......no weddings.

I told her that if she didn't get to go to a wedding sometime this summer we'd crash one!! Wouldn't you know it ( to prove that what you think about you bring about!) about 3 weeks later, we get an invitation to a wedding!!

A gay wedding!!! Gay marriage was just legallized in Alberta and two of my friends were going to be the first!!!

Imagine my delight when the conversation went like this......

Me " Hey guess what? We just got an invitation to a wedding!!"

My kids " Yippee!!"

Me " Um....this wedding is going to be a bit different though"

Kids " Why?"

Me " Well, it's two boys getting married"

Kids " And?....."

Me " Well, that's a little different"

Kids " Is there going to be a dance?"

Me " ya"

Kids " Yippee!!"

Yup, they were excited to be going to a wedding! They didn't seem at all phased by the gay part. To them it was two people getting married....it was just a party celebrating a marriage!

It was great! No different from many of the weddings I had been to. There was a lovely ceremony, a great buffet and a dance to follow! Mom of the groom cried, uncle of the other groom got too drunk! There were neices and nephews and brothers and sisters and gramma's and grandpa's and friends!

The speeches were great. A hilarious one about how the groom chose the perfect time to come out of the closet......at the moment when his brother phoned home from a Mexican jail! His parents couldn't get too mad at him then!!

A touching one where one of the grooms tearfully thanks his "stand in parents" for being so supportive and being there for him. His own missionary parents absent on this special day.

The kids had a blast, hubby and I had a blast and we all spoke often about how much fun it was.....and how "normal" it was. Really, a wedding is a wedding.

Hard to Believe

Just over a year ago our good friends and neighbour's 6 yr old son Jake was hit by a truck and killed while coming home from school. This tragic event happened just a few blocks from our homes.

I will never forget that day for as long as I live nor will I drive past that corner, as I do every day, without thinking of it.

Within hours of the accident there were flowers, balloons and stuffed teddy bears placed at the corner signpost. In the end there were more than 200 teddy bears donated to the local children's hospital. One stranger from our community built a little cross with some kind words carved on it. Another stranger from the community drew a charcoal sketch of Jake and affixed it to the street post. At Christmas time, our family left a little tiny Christmas tree and a small stuffed snowman. At halloween our two families went trick or treating together as we have for years.....this year we made a stop at the memorial and each child gave "Jake" some goodies from their goodie bags.

Our friends Mike and Jill have been keeping their son's memorial small and tasteful. They themselves tape a small vase to the sign post and fill it with artificial flowers. When others in the community add something like a poem, a picture or a balloon, Mike or Jill take it home to put in their memory chest so that it doesn't become a distraction or a hazaard to drivers.

All in all it's a small, pretty spot where a horrible tragic event occured.This event rocked our community. It's not just the family that goes to the memorial. It's a place where strangers have placed poems or flowers because you can't just go to their house, knock on the door and say " Here, I was feeling bad so I wrote this poem!". Instead people are able to anonymously show their grief and support to a member of the community.

A couple of weeks ago Mike was driving by and he noticed everything was taken down and a cardboard box was sitting by the signpost. Their flowers and vase were in the box with a note that said " could you please stop putting flowers here. When my wife and daughter go by it makes them too sad." There was no name signed to the note.

The next day after much thought, Mike put the vase and flowers back on the signpost and a day later someone once again put them in a cardboard box. During these few days, the driver of the vehicle was acquitted of all charges and we celebrated Jakes 8th birthday, an emotional and difficult couple of weeks for the family so Mike put the flowers back in the vase, and back on the signpost.

The next day they were gone, no cardboard box either. The person took everything.!!

You know, I, my husband and my kids need those flowers there. Our community of friends needs those flowers there. I ran to that spot a year ago with my nurse brain running through basic first aid..... yet I came upon our little Jake lying on the street with 5 paramedics doing CPR and advanced resuscitative efforts to save his life. I drive past that corner at least once a day and like seeing some flowers and the odd balloon thank you.

Who does this guy think he is? So, his wife and daughter are saddened by the flowers? There's a big sign in the shape of a coffin that says "FATALITY" on the top of the sign put there by the City.....and THAT doesn't make them sad??? If anything, those flowers make a driver SLOW DOWN because they say...someone died on this street corner.

I'm flabbergasted. I don't get some people.

An honorable man

After my Dad's passing in April, the Edmonton Journal ran an article about my Dad. Here it is.

Fine singer passed up career to be near his family
Glyn Williams could have travelled world, but cherished home life
Don Retson
Journal Staff Writer
Edmonton
Edmonton's music scene was abuzzz in 1966 when Glyn Williams received a dream offer to join the world-renowned Roger Wagner Chorale on a tour of the United States.
It was a terrific opportunity that offered Mr. Williams- the first professsional opera baritone in this city- a chance to become internationally known.
A family member recalls that chorale music director Roger Wagner, who had met Mr. Willams at a workshop in Calgary, applied all the presure he could to get him to accept a lead role in the six-month tour, which opened at Carnegie Hall.
Mr. Williams thanked Wagner kindly, but resisted the tantalizing offer. "He chose to turn this down because it would have meant being away from his family for extended times" recalls Ken Smith, Mr. Williams' brother-in-law. "He loved his family more than his job or his music."
A humble mand blessed with an incredible voice, Glyn E. Williams died of cancer on April 14. He was 79.
"Glyn Williams was truly one of the finest vocal talents that his city has ever produced," said former CBC-TV producer Armand Baril.
Baril recalls the official opening of CBXT-TV Edmonton on Nov. 7, 1961, when a live concert from the jubilee Auditorium was broadcast nationally on CBC-TV. As producer-director, Baril said he shared the excitement of that gala event that featured various local musical talents, including Mr. Willams.
"When Glyn started to sing," said Baril, "it was clear to everyone across the nation and in the concert hall that here was a magnificent voice destined to go far".
Edmonton Opera's resident baritone in the late 1950's and early 1960's, Mr Williams did appear occasionally as a guest solosit in the U.S., such as at the Seattle Worlds Fair in 1961 and the Welsh Singing Festival in San Fransisco.
Betty Mae, his wife of 56 years and a talented musician in her own right, would play for her husband whenever he didn't have an orchestra to back him up.
"We were a team," she said of her husband, whom, she added, also had a great talent for leaving people in stitches with his wicked sense of humour. "He didn't tease or he didn't make fun of anybody else,"she said. "He was just witty."
Despite his many opportunities to go on to the world stage, Mr. Williams chose to remain here with his family, where he performed major roles with Edmonton Opera, Oratorio, the concert stage and radio and TV.
In a Journal aricle in 1966, then music critic Ann Burrows said Mr. Williams' invitation to join the Roger Wagner Chorale on tour was an honour and that " no local singer is more deserving of such an excellent professional opportunity."
Born in Vancouver in 1929, Glyn's family moved to Edmonton when he was very young. After graduating from high school, he got a job with Imperial Oil in 1949, staying with them until his retirement in 1987.
He met Betty Mae when they were both participating in an amateur variety show which was put on for several years. In proposing, Mr Williams got down on one knee, giving Betty Mae both an orchid and an engagement ring. They were married in 1952.
Blessed with a beautiful baritone voice, Mr. Williams sang in the Knox Metropolitan Choir for 45 years. His love of music led him into the professional opera society of Edmonton. He participated in its first production of Madame Butterfly, playing the role of Sharpless. He was in several other operas over the years and had the major role of Marcello in La Boheme. This success led him to star in a locally produced TV variety show on CBC Edmonton which ran for 2 1/2 years.
A great family man, MR. Williams would attend almost every sporting event or concert that his children were involved in.
At his recent memorial service, grandson David Donnelly said Mr. Williams was also proud of all seven of his grandchildren. "Grandpa gave us confidence to succeed in whatever we wanted, " Donnelly said. "He showed us that we can do anything we set our minds to."
Besides Betty Mae, Mr. Williams is survived by daughters Judith and Dilys and his son Richard.

Happy Father's Day to an amazing Dad.

Amazing!

Gunther von Hagens' "Body Worlds" The Original Exhibition of Real Human Bodies is being presented in a couple of weeks here in Edmonton at the Science Center.

The kids and I have seen the ads and pictures on the sides of buses while driving to school and Nathan hasn't really commented while Claire says she's creeped out!

I think it's pretty amazing.
From individual organs to whole bodies, BODY WORLDS offers visitors a rare opportunity to see the complexity of human anatomy and physiology.
BODY WORLDS features authentic human specimens preserved through a revolutionary process called Plastination. This remarkable preservation technique replaces bodily fluids and fat with reactive plastics, thereby preserving human tissue in its natural state. Visitors who embark on this amazing journey below the skin's surface will view an extensive collection including more than 200 authentic organs, systems and whole-body displays.
Gunther von Hagens' BODY WORLDS exhibitions are the only anatomical exhibits that use donated bodies, willed by donors for the express purpose of serving BODY WORLDS mission to educate the public about health and anatomy. To date, more than 8,000 people have agreed to donate their bodies to BODY WORLDS for Plastination and use in the exhibits.

I can't wait and I think we're sooooo lucky to have this exhibit come to Edmonton.

Father's Day Fiasco!

Sometimes in this fast paced world of calenders, blackberries and daytimers I wonder if we're all losing it.....
I know I am! Here's what happened this weekend.
Things have been fairly hectic with work, kids, and the social calender and when things get like this I often walk around with a sick feeling that I'm forgetting something. On Saturday while shopping for some summer clothes for my daughter Claire I noticed the Father's Day signs at the mall.
Wham! Holy shit ! I almost forgot Father's Day! ( I think to myself as I silently pat myself on the back for actually remembering) Claire and I traipse off to the Hallmark store for the perfect cards and then we buy the perfect set of beer mugs.
I have to work early in the morning so Claire has it all planned to let Kevin sleep in while she and Nathan make him breakfast in bed. Upon my return from work we'll sit him on the couch and present him with the cards and gift.
Well Father's Day went smoothly and without a hitch........yesterday.......a week early!!!!!
We all believed it was Father's Day....even Kevin !!! Later that day it was Claire who said,"Mom, isn't Father's Day on the 15th or 16th or something?"

We all burst out laughing and Kevin seems pleased at the idea of a replay next Sunday!!

My kind of Daycare!

When we had kids we made the decision that I would work my shifts around the kids. No daycare or dayhome for us......but we didn't see this one!

Not only would I put my kids in this one.....I'd quit my nursing job to work there!!

Maybe in China, because I've heard you're only allowed one child they don't have enough children for all the daycare space........

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G

Congratulations to Sameer Mishra from Indiana who successfully spelled "guerdon" to win this years 2008 Scripps National Spelling Bee. I'm always amazed every year at these kids who can spell words that I didn't even know existed!

Last year a local boy came in runner up! He was in grade 8 at my kids' school here in Edmonton, Alberta Canada! The school is an arts based school, Grade K-12 . We were soooo proud of Nate and his amazing accomplishment. Here was this average Grade 8 public school kid surrounded by homeschooled, spelling bee careerists ( spell THAT!) and he spelled his way to runner up! Gotta love those stories.

I sure wouldn't do very well in a spelling bee. I do read alot but have to admit I kinda skim over the long hard words usually mispronoucing them in my head only to embarrass myself later when I try to use it in a sentence. Never mind knowing it's root origin!

Just today I was talking to my husband and I said a big word.....wrong....and he politely corrected me. I hate that!

My son's a good speller. He has a weekly spelling test at school and NEVER studies the words. The night before he sits down, I recite the words and he spells them......correctly.....first time......even when I mispronounce them!

I just want you to know though......I DON'T use spell check......ok, maybe you already knew that.

Go back.....way back......

I was doing a little channel surfing while waiting for my oven to preheat and stopped on Oprah for a moment. I used to watch her quite alot and haven't in a while due to time, kids, and the fact that I would rather read, but today I ended up turning off the oven to watch the whole show.

She had Dr Brian Wiess on today. Brian Wiess MD is a graduate of Columbia University and Yale Medical School and is Chairman Emeritus of Psychiatry at Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami. Dr. Weiss is a psychiatrist whose specialty is past life regression therapy. Yup, he hypnotises you and takes you back to past lives......past lives your "soul" has lived before.

It was facinating.

I've read alot lately about the metaphysical world and reincarnation and this is how I see it.

Our physical bodies are just "vessels" for our souls. Our souls basically "use" our bodies to learn or perhaps teach others a lesson (apparantly the wise old souls come back to do some teaching) Once this particular lesson or lessons are learned, our physical bodies die and the soul leaves the physical body it was in to reincarnate in another physical being.

His own words probably explain it better.....

"I think everybody reincarnates because we have many lessons to learn, lessons about love, compassion, charity, nonviolence, inner peace, patience, etc. It would be hard to learn them all in only one life. Also, some people come back voluntarily to help others. " Dr Brian Weiss

Well, we can only hope this is so. Little Jake's tragic death a year ago only means that his soul has moved on and we all will meet him again in some other life. His physical life and his death taught us all so much about love, life, compassion, patience etc. Jake must be a wise old soul.

Only my hairdresser knows for sure.....

I'm trying to decide
on a hair color. Here
are a couple of pictures of me with different hair colors.
OK, maybe the middle one could have been taken at a better angle, but you get the idea. Right now I'm kind of dirty blond. Ick, what a word.....dirty.....sounds so.....unclean.
I liked being a redhead....but it faded so fast and went from firey red to .......dirty ( there's that word again) red in no time.
I enjoyed being really dark too....felt all witchy ( see picture) and mysterious....I have to admit I felt more sophisticated being dark haired. As a blonde I would say I feel flirty and .......fun? And as a redhead I would have to admit I feel kinda .....hot yet .......funny ( think Lucille Ball and Carole Burnett with sex appeal?) So, with advances in technology and limitless funds ( hee hee there's that funny redhead in me) I could change my haircolor almost weekly.
What mood am I in this week?......feeling a need for fire"..o.k.pull out the box of red. Going to a dinner party and want to portray the mysterious, seductress let's bring out the witchy dark.
I just did the blonde ambition look about 3 weeks ago and already I'm up for a change. Maybe I need therapy.

Those were the days.....

Who would have thought that in the 30's people were so open minded? I mean really....you COULD get hit by a bus and all hopes of ever having a fag - gone. They had it right back then.....live life to the fullest. Have that fag and enjoy him before it's too late!

Also, as a nurse I am so impressed that in the 30's they even think to sanitize the tapeworms. The technology was really quite advanced then.....sanitize the tapeworms yet keep them alive so they "banish" that fat. Wow.

Playing Dress-up

I am so grateful that I get to play dress up every year with Edmonton Opera. As a grown up I don't often get the chance to "dress up". How often do you get to play fairy, wench, peasant or fair maiden? I get to do it several times a year!!!

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Sandwich please, hold the mayo!

I've heard the term "sandwich generation" ( young kids and aging parents, YOU in between!) and I do fit the bill logistically but until about 4 weeks ago I wasn't what you'd call "actively sandwiched"!
This morning it hit me......this morning I drove my kids to school after packing their lunches and checking on their homework, I arrived at the hospital where I fed my Dad his breakfast, shaved him and helped him have a shower, I stayed until my Mom arrived then I slipped down to the cafeteria to get my mom some lunch, after lunch I helped my dad get into bed for a nap, walked my mom to her car, got into mine to pick my kids up from school. I'm making an early dinner so I can drive my daughter to her music rehearsal, go to the hospital to help Dad with his supper, go to my opera rehearsal, slip out early to help Dad get settled for the night, come home, tuck my own kids in, grab a HUGE glass of wine and go to bed!
I don't want this to sound complaining at all. I'd do ANYTHING for my parents. They've done so much for me and my kids. I don't mind doing this.....I just hate that I have to.....I hate seeing my Dad dependant.....a man who did everything so well. I hate seeing my Mom trying so hard to be ok on her own.
My hubby's been great, doing some laundry, making some meals, helping with homework and tomorrow my sister's coming from Vancouver with an open ended return ticket....ALLELUIA!!
I guess one could look at the bright side........I'm needed, I'm useful, my nursing background has really come in handy ( it's amazing the stuff Dr's will tell you when you speak their lingo!), my kids are old enought that they help when they can and we have a health care system that does anything and everything it can to diagnose, help and treat with no thought to how much it will cost or whether or not the HMO will cover it.
My Dad has had a CT, MRI, Lumbar puncture, neuro consult, heamatology consult, oncology consult, great nursing care, top of the line meds, and NOTHING had to be approved by an HMO, and nothing will cost a dime.
If they need help at home, aids for daily living, new medications, that will be provided by our health care system. I just have to convince my parents to accept the help!!

Not so "The blessing"

This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best web mail-award-winning letter.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f-----g kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull shit. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.
Best,
Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX

Gentler Times

As my children are both nearing their teens and I have less control over their lives, I think more and more about the choices they will be making. Let's talk music for one.
I love and enjoy all types of music and encourage my kids to " try it before you say you don't like it". We all listen to and give a fair chance to classical, rock, folk, jazz, blues, opera, hip hop, pop etc etc. They both have ipods and I ( because I pay)download songs for them. They tell me the songs and I download them. Now, I download the clean versions of the songs and they have no problem with that. That in itself got me thinking.....
There's alot of "explicit" music out there. Pretty soon my kids will be buying their own music and listening to whatever they want. I was a little worried about that and it got me thinking to a more gentle time when I had total control over what my children heard. Here's some of it......

Rock- a - bye, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, cradle and all. (Sweet dreams!)

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kinds horses and all the kings men,
couldn't put Humpty together again. (Oh well. They tried)

Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers.
I took him by the left leg
and threw him down the stairs. ( wouldn't you?)

Rub -a -dub- dub
Three men in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher the baker, the candlestick maker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,
"Twas enough to make a man stare ( huh? It doesn't even rhyme!)

Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie ( yuk!)
When the pie was open'd
The birds began to sing ( ah! hot! hot!)
Was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the counting house
Counting out his money ( three for me, none for them, five for me, none for them)
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes ( sigh)
When down flew a blackbird,
And pecked off her nose.

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And all things nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails ( cut off tails?!!)
That's what little boys are made of.

So, I rethought the censorship thing. There's not much that I can think of that's more horrifying than the gentle nursery rhymes of yore!!!

Photographer

I was on my way home from work yesterday, sitting in traffic when I looked to my right and just above the car beside me I saw the upper torso of a photographer taking a picture.

He moved the camera this way and that, holding it sideways then turning the other way to view his "subject" from another angle.

His camera was one of those big cameras that you have to focus manually. It had a fairly large lens and looked kind of heavey. I was watching him and wondering what he was taking a picture of when the car beside me moved ahead "exposing" the whole photographer and his shopping cart full of all of his belongings.

He was a "cart pusher", "homeless", "street person" photographer!!! As my lane wasn't moving in the traffic I had time to rudely stare at my photographer making certain that indeed he wasn't pushing a cart full of expensive photography equipment. Fortunately he was so "focused" on his picture taking that he didn't notice my rude stares but those stares did ascertain that indeed he did have an assortment of empty pop bottles, shoes, garbage bags and tarps all neatly piled in his shopping cart.

Was he really taking a picture? Was there film in that camera? Why hadn't he pawned the expensive looking camera? Who knows?!! Who cares?!!

I was intrigued and let my imagination tell me that this man, standing on a busy street, in front of a fancy restaurant, being stared at by employed people in warm cars, saw something beautiful and wanted to capture it in his most valuable posession, his Minolta.

A blessing

My daughter's at "that" age. She's a tween. She just experienced that first of firsts....the first period.
I was lucky in that my Mom told me what to expect but more importantly made it seem like a good thing. I have friends who've made their daughters cry when they discussed menstruation...crying out " I don't want to get older!".
I always knew I wanted to do something "special" for Claire when the big day came. I told her we'd go out for lunch, and go shopping for something special to mark the event.
When the day did arrive I was talking to a friend of mine about it and she asked if I'd like to hear the Wiccan "First Blood Blessing". I told her of course and here it is.....
You're supposed to read it out loud in a forest or something but I just wrote it out and gave to to Claire in the car on the way to Sushi!!
Be free, be strong, be yourself, be lucky, be proud to be a woman, be loved and be loving.
May your body always be a blessing to you, a temple of love and pleasure.
May your womb bear fruit at your desire.
May you always remember that your power to create is of the body, but not bound by the body.
May you bear many different kinds of fruit.
Honor your blood that waxes and wanes with the moon, for it is the living presence of the Goddess.
May your blood flow gently, without pain, reminding you that within you lies the circle of birth, growth, death and rebirth.
Yours is the power to open or close the gates of life, and yours is the responsibility to be a conscious guardian.
Open to the embrace of love when you choose, and when you do not choose, may you be inviolable.
Care for you body as you would for a sacred grove, and care for those you love.
May your life be rich with many forms of love: passion, affection, devotion, compassion, humor and playfulness, wild adventures and a safe hearth to come home to.
May you find lovers, partners, friends and companions those who will nurture you and those whom you will nurture.
Know that you are unique and precious, that no one else can take your place.
Be Blessed.
So she read it, blushed, said " Thank You Mommy" and we pigged out on Sushi and shopped til we dropped!1
She keeps the note in her "special keepsake box".

Food , glorious food

My friend Mika just "tagged" me in something called a food meme. I don't know what a meme is, and I'm not very computor savvy so I'm going to break some of the rules but I'll do it anyway!

The rules:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules ( right off the bat I break a rule...I don't know how to "link")

2. Share 5 food facts about yourself

3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post and list their names ( linking to them....Linking again!!)

4. Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs.

Here's my lame way of linking....Mika http://mika-ryan.blogspot.com/ sent me this and I'm determined to do it my way!!!!

1. My mom did "fusion" before it was even a word in culinary circles. Yup, I was raised on a Canadian/British fusion of VERY well done meat, VERY boiled vegetables served with a heaping side of boiled, mashed potatoes or minute rice. She also put different foods together in what we now call a fusion but back then it was called a casserole. Tuna, rice and Miracle Whip or macaroni, hambuger and tomatoe soup ( a favorite of all the grandkids ....they beg her for it!).

2. My relationship with food morphed somewhat through my teenage years and into young adulthood. I had an eating disorder. Food was eaten for all the wrong reasons, not tasted, not appreciated, loved and hated at the same time. It became an obsession and all consuming. Not good food years.

3. I now have a normal healthy relationship with food. Let's face it, the casting director for the next Sex in the City is not going to come to Edmonton in the near future looking for that perfect 46 yr old mother of two to replace Sarah Jessica Parker!! I'm not paid to be skinny!! I enjoy food!!

4. My roommate through nursing school was in the restaurant business prior to nursing. She changed me. She taught me about cooking, ( not to say we didn't enjoy our Kraft dinner or crunchy peanut butter by the spoon!). Lois exposed me to ethnic food, fine cuisine, fine wines, the art of dining slowly for hours at a noisey artsy restaurant, cooking from scratch! Thank you Lois!!

5. Having kids kinda changes things a bit. My 11 yr old is a whiz in the kitchen and will try , and usually likes most foods. She did all my Christmas baking and she can cook up a storm. My 9 year old is another story. I don't really know how to describe it....only raw veggies, no sauce ( including ketchup! What kid doesn't like ketchup?!!) , he does the "gross shiver gag thingy" if there's ANY skin or fat on his meat, hates fish ( although LOVES calamari...and even knows it's squid!), no spice ( therefore no flavor). Anyhoo, our family meals are kinda boring ( maybe why mom cooked how she cooked......3 kids with different tastes!). I know it'll change and we can all sit down to a good Pad Thai in a few years.

So for my tagging I break the rules too. I don't know 5 other bloggers! My friends are facebookers so I'll only do a couple......and again I have to do the lame way of linking......

I tag my sister Judith http://judes-journey.blogspot.com she was raised on Minute Rice too!

I tag Maggy and Me author http://maggyandme.blogspot.com she's a friend of Mika and I read her blog and enjoy it.

Now I'm going to try to get some of my friends on facebook to get into this blogging thing. I mean really....there's no "meat" to facebook, no stories, no debates, nothing to really "chew" on...it's a little like Minute Rice.....

Sensitive Issues

There's a really good blog I love to read. It's called Life with Mika....check it out at http://www.mika-ryan.blogspot.com. I met Mika about 12 years ago in Vancouver through my sister. I liked Mika right away. She's funny, liberal, open-minded, adventurous, just a neat person to be around.
Mika was born in Texas USA and came to Vancouver Canada many years ago. Mika's family still lives in Texas and through her blog she can keep them up to date on her comings and goings. Her son lives in Thailand and because of her blog she can still be a Mom in touch with her son, imparting her motherly words of wisdom and letting him know via this medium that she's still cool and in touch with what's going on in the world.
Lately the blog has been "interesting".
As I mentioned before Mika was born in Texas, .......I've been to Texas. I went to Dallas 2 years ago for a Mary Kay thingy and whoo-eee I've never been preyed, I mean prayed for, so much in my life!!!!
We're talking about the land of Bush and right wing Christian conservatism and well...I was sitting at a table with about 7 Texan gals and I was made to hold hands while grace was said and the talk ( they started it!!) came to religions and I guess I made the mistake of mentioning , respectfully, that I question the whole male sky god thing and that perhaps we're all accountable and can't ask said male sky God to fix our mistakes and everything and well......if there is a male sky God I've got it made in the shade because they prayed....are still praying for me......(oh and they're praying for my gay opera friend who got married to his partner legally in Edmonton the week before too). ( word of advise....when in Texas don't mention the power of the Universe, gays and liberals)!!! They were great gals, and I know they liked me and wanted what they thought was the best for me....I guess.......

Anyhoo, Mika is honest and open minded about her beliefs, and tells it like it is in her blog and well.......her last post mentioned politics ( she's liberal minded) and a family member( I'll call Ms T) made a comment on Mika's blog that got all preachy and lecturey and I kinda lost it.......
You see Ms T has been irking me for awhile and I've tried to be all light and funny and "Oh well" about her in the past but the last one just got me!!! Something about " why Canadians even care about who gets elected President of the US!!! Her past comments on Mika's blogs about topics on.....
gays ( apparantly wrong, wrong, wrong......but with the "right" religious beliefs gayness can be fixed!) ,
religion ( Christian conservative),
immigrants ( free loaders),
health care ( you got the cash you get the care),
those in need of social assistance( those people from New Orleans should stop expecting the Govn't to bail them out),
I'd usually comment in some offhand way but the last one irked me alot! Why do we Canadians care? Because we're global citizens!!! Because your President Bush is wrecking it for everyone in the playground we call "the world"!!!

I commented quite strongly. I Bush bashed, and said some other stuff and I think I insulted Ms T and maybe got Mika into some trouble with her family.
Mika, I'm sorry if I offended your family.....I'll try to play better in your sandbox next time!

Slippery Slope to Sweats and Greasy Hair

I'm sooo confused! As I mentioned before I'm a telehealth nurse....I provide medical advise and info over the phone. Right now I work downtown, on the 5th floor overlooking the river valley. It's bright and aery and across the street from a Starbucks. Need I say more!
We've been notified that a new pilot project is starting in a couple of weeks.....the chance to work from home.
No parking issues or should I say parking tickets issued.
No commute in a snow storm, no worries that after 8 hrs parked outside the car won't start. BUT......
This could be dangerous ...... Could this be me.....
I see myself now......rolling out of bed onto the floor where I crawl to the office in my basement.
It's cool in the basement so I wrap an old blanket I find in the laundry room around my shoulders.....8 hrs later my children knock tentatively on the door .....I open it and they cringe at both the sight and smell of mommy ......my greasey hair with dark roots about 3 inches long, coffee stained sweats, I'm carrying dirty dishes and empty beer cans out of my office, I squint at the natural light coming down the stairs from the kitchen above.
Alright, I'm sure it won't be that bad but do I want to do the "work from home" thing?
I don't mind getting out of my Lu Lu Lemon sweats and jeans to don the office casual garb.
I don't mind dropping my kids off at school and stopping at my Starbucks as I head into the office.
I have some nice shoes and skirts that I only wear to work....I want a reason to buy more!
I hate having to go to work in a snowstorm.
I don't like the commute...wasting gas/global warming and all that.
Argh!

And I Quote!

The following quotes were sent to me via e mail from a friend....I HAD to share....
LANGUAGE

There was a time when words were used beautifully. These glorious insults are from an era when cleverness with words was still valued, before a great portion of the English language was boiled down to four-letter words!


The exchange between Churchill and Lady Astor:
She said, "If you were my husband, I'd give you poison," and he said,
"If you were my wife, I'd take it."

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Gladstone, a member of Parliament, to Benjamin Disraeli :
"Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease."

"That depends, sir," said Disraeli, "On whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."

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"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr

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"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."

- Winston Churchill

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"A modest little person, with much to be modest about."

- Winston Churchill.

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"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."

- Clarence Darrow.

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"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." - William Faulkner(about Ernest Hemingway).

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"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"

- Ernest Hemingway(about William Faulkner).

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"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it."

- Moses Hadas.

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"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know."

- Abraham Lincoln.

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"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it."

- Mark Twain.

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"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."

- Oscar Wilde .

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"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend....

if you have one." -

George Bernard Shaw toWinston Churchill.

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"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one."

- Winston Churchill, in response.

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"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here."

- Stephen Bishop.

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He is a self-made man and worships his creator."

- John Bright.
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"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial."

- Irvin S. Cobb.
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"He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others."

- Samuel Johnson.

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"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up."

- Paul Keating.

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"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure".

- Jack E. Leonard.

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"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt."

- Robert Redford.

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"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." - Thomas Brackett Reed.



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"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him."

- Forrest Tucker.

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"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?"

- Mark Twain.

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"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.

- Mae West.

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"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go."

- Oscar Wilde.

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"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang(1844-1912).

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"He has Van Gogh's ear for music."

- Billy Wilder.

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"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."

- Groucho Marx.

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A WOMAN MARRIES A MAN EXPECTING HE WILL CHANGE; HE DOESN'T.
A MAN MARRIES A WOMAN EXPECTING SHE WILL REMAIN THE SAME; SHE DOESN'T.
anonymous

Let it Be

I'm feeling a little schizophrenic these days. You see, I'm in the midst of a heavey rehearsal schedule. I'm singing in Edmonton Opera's HMS Pinafore which opens on Sat Feb 2nd AND I'm singing at Edmonton Sings the Beatles with a Rock band the night before!
I go from Beatles to Gilbert and Sullivan rather easily and I'm a little worried I'll snap on the night of the concert and during Hey Jude I'll start going all opera!
Actually, my biggest worry is WHAT TO WEAR to the Beatles gig.
For opera, we have costumes and wigs and make up and we all look a little goofy.....for the Beatles gig I've gotta look cool. Oh help.
I've got great boots......and that's about it right now. They're pointy toed, slim to the knee, high heeled ROCK ON! boots.
It's the rest of the outfit I'm stuck on.
There are other female artists performing that night that do this for a living.....they have OUTFITS....I don't. Do I wear jeans? Do I wear leather and lace? Do I go all Stevie Nicks and get layers and scarves? I don't know what my Rock and Roll style is!!
Don't get me wrong.....I've lots of ideas and have actually spent $$ on those ideas. So far I've shopped and bought the boots and this cute plaid long jacket. In the store I thought I looked trendy....at home I look like Paddy O'Sullivan goin' to the corner pub for a wee pint!
The other outfit I tried is....the boots.....jeans and a leather vest. In the store I thought I looked really Rockin'.....at home I looked really scarey fat biker chick.
I haven't given up quite yet. I have a week. I need a cross between Paddy, biker chick and Stevie Nicks....maybe a little Cher in there too?
Any ideas?

Can Hardly Stand it!!!

I am intolerant of intolerance!
I discovered this the other day while driving the kids to school.
It had snowed a bit and per usual the traffic was s-l-o-w.
We're driving along minding our own business and we come to an intersection. There was a car ahead of us, in the left lane ( our lane ) waiting to safely turn left ( we were going to continue straight) and the jerk off behind starts honking incessantly. Sure the poor thing in front of us could have gone a couple of times but was obviously a little nervous about crossing so was making sure she or he had plenty of time. I LOST IT!!!
" Hey you f#$ing ( I actually said frigging- kids in the car!) jerk off take a Valium!! Oh I forgot you OWN this road! Did you forget you could get into the other lane that you probably think you own? Huh? HUH?" (Kids quietly registering this for use in future when they too loose their tempers and swear and I start scolding)
No, I wasn't losing it at the car in front holding up the line....it was the impatient, intolerant, jerk off behind us that I was mad at.

I did it the other day while walking across the street too. I was walking across the intersection and there was a car waiting for me to cross. The car behind him or her was honking and gesturing. ( what? He's in a hurry so hit the damn pedestrian already!) I actually did one of those fist in the air then waving it off like why bother gestures and said quite loudly ( loud for someone who's walking by herself and not one to talk out loud to herself....usually)" I'm crossing here!! Geeze!!!"

I really can't stand impatient intolerant road ragers!
So, LAY OFF BUSTER!!!