Saturday, December 27, 2008

Thursday, September 18, 2008



Have you seen my gallon of paint? Last seen in my hallway but has been missing for several months now. It’s been gone so long I can’t even remember it’s colour name.
REWARD offered.

Friday, August 08, 2008

This makes me happy and restores faith in humanity. It's perfect

Thursday, August 07, 2008

You know it isn't easy to shock me. But the murder of Tim Mclean did that. I met his Dad and his step mother (through a good friend of mine and theirs) I wasn't planning on posting on this subject for this reason. It hits a little too close to home. I am horrified at the media coverage ( especially how the media reported it in the early hours - the family found out through them not through the proper channels) and horrified at the nature of the crime. Now there are other things to be horrified about. Including PETA ( a bunch of freaks - I think they are off the deep end on most subjects - including pet ownership ) and the freaks at westboro baptist church. They both are using this to forward their own agenda. Disturbing.

Members of a notorious U.S. church that's been branded a hate group are coming to Winnipeg to protest at the funeral of Tim McLean Saturday.

A spokeswoman for the Westboro Baptist Church -- which is known for staging protests at funerals of American soldiers who have died in Iraq -- said seven members will picket outside the Westwood Community Church Saturday to let Canadians know that "God hates you, and it's because of your rebellion against his word that this child is dead."

Viriginia-based People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, otherwise known as PETA, said Thursday the advertisement to run in the Portage Daily Graphic was to highlight the suffering of chickens, pigs, cows and other animals when they're slaughtered for human food. The PETA spokeswoman for the proposed ad, Lindsay Rajt, said the advertisement is shocking but was not meant to dishonour the death of 22-year-old McLean last week.

"We hoped to challenge everyone shocked by this horrible crime," said Rajt. "Animals went through exactly what he went through."

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

tooth fairy is a sick bitch

Cora came over today with her 6 yr old.... She took him to the dentist and he had a tooth pulled. bad enough but they gave him a little box with the tooth in it... clear top so you could see the nasty thing all icky with bits of blood on it in it. made me think of the tooth fairy. What a twisted piece of work....

Let's examine the evidence.

She is obsessed with teeth - only children's teeth... seems a fetish or something.She spends all her time obtaining them. What for? Does she eat them? use them in some nefarious way. Is she making an army with them. Making some fort. What possible normal reason would she have for getting all these teeth. I bet her house is like a pack rats.

She breaks into your house. She tiptoes to your sleeping defenseless childs room while they are sleeping and steals a body part from them.

Gives them hush money. Possibly to purchase more candy so they loose more teeth... like a crack dealer I think. Maybe she is grinding and snorting the teeth like a total freak.

Do you really want this in your child's life? don't you think we should hunt her down and stop her..... sick stuff i think.

Friday, July 18, 2008

God, do you ever have those weeks where you can't stop laughing? I seem to be having one of them. It isn't like it's been a particularly good week. My Grandpa died yesterday. Not usually a source of laughter but surprisingly so. I know when my dad died almost 10 yrs ago.... life was oddly funny. My siblings, mom and I never laughed so hard as then. I suppose without the sour the sweet doesn't taste so sweet. something like that.

My life is going really well... lots of fun in the summer time, lots of friends, family and animals running around my house. Sometimes I wonder what a certain lovable adorable awesome bald guy who is in my life these days take on all the wacky people in my life, calling and popping over all the time. He is so fun and easy going and doesn't even freak when he is pooped on by a cat.
Granted he fits in quite well... he is thinking of going back to school to take nursing, must say he has the go with the flow and sense of humour for that. Most of my friends are nurses and have that warped weird sense of humour which makes life fun and interesting.

Laughing over surreal situations in our personal lives, our work lives and warped horrible dark things. Laughing at the things like orgasming at the gym, catatonic nuns and bearded naked women. I laughed so hard at lunch yesterday I thought I would split my gut. It was surreal going to a meeting about the most difficult patient I have ever met in my life. The nastiest person out there , hands down. There are only a few of us that are still able to go in and see this person. All of us very easy going and go with the flow. So this meeting was odd. But again - I am choosing to surround myself with people who are supportive and funny and amazing people.

People like Nat, who when I told her my gramps passed away - she didn't know what to say without the "s" word ( inside joke for us) I responded that well, he was old and sick for awhile and this was expected. "Well" she said... " then good riddance" I laughed so hard at that. I would love her to come to our work coffee breaks.. she would fit in so well.

Like the co worker that I argue about religion ( we differ vastly) and debate all things and connect emotionally. Like my 2 best buddies at work. We haven't been working all together but when we do - watch out. The three amigos- they protect me, slap me upside the head when i need it, laugh with me, and just make my life wonderful. I have a wonderful bunch of friends through my office friend. She is amazing... she worries too much, I wish she could realize how funny and cool she is, and not worry so much about other people.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

On my way to becoming a crazy cat lady.....

I now have 2 cats!!! I got a kitten. I named him Rufus. He's a little crazy but he fits in really well in this house. He's 8 weeks old.My sister's co worker was fostering his siblings and him with his mother. The mom was loaned out to an orphan litter of kittens 3 weeks ago. He is pretty needy but so independant at the same time. About 10 minutes after bringing him home in the carrier - Fredo had no signs of aggression so we let him out to explore and sniff.

Big size difference. I've never had a kitten so unafraid at first. We didn't have to separate them yet. The only aggression Fredo seems to have is to bit and nibble him on the neck and then lick furiously. Fredo is very playful now. Finn is pretty fond and very gentle with little Rufus. Wants to lick those ears and bum clean. And Rufus LOVES it. Right now Rufus and the dog are napping next to me in bed about one inch apart (the dog lied almost on top of rufus catwright and he just readjusted and went back to purring.)

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Post Secret...

Courage can be more important than artistic training or technique in creating meaningful and lasting art .
Frank Warren

I just got back from the post secret exhibition at the WAG. It was fabulous. I can't get over how much different it seems in person. I saw a lot of the cards I have seen posted on the blog and others were new. Something about seeing people's handwriting, the actual postcard and both sides in about 1/3 of them.

It is truly amazing to feel connected to so many other people through similar secrets. To smile, then get chocked up in the next instance. Some of the secrets hit me right in the middle of the chest.

I am privileged to have seen this exhibit.

Just amazing.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Remberance Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep,

though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.
— John McCrae

Rememberance day to me always makes me think of family members who have passed, most notably my dad and my grandmother.

My grandparents both served in the air force and met during the war while stationed in Gander. Of course that was considered overseas at the time. My grandmother was my grandfathers nurse during an appendectomy one summer. She remembers that she had two patients that summer who had this surgery and one was a jerk and one wasn't.

Christmas came and my grandfather saw her introduced himself and asked her if she would like to cut in line for their supper meal and mail pickup. She did, hoping he wasn't the jerky patients but the nice one. Apparently he was the nice one since she decided to marry him. They ended up being stationed apart after marriage and would meet up for weekends away. It was on one of these weekends that they decided that they should start a family. My grandfather's ulterior motive was that he feared she would be going overseas to nurse on the front lines and he feared for her. My dad arrived approximately 9-10 months later. He was a very big boy. He would always stick out in family portraits. While both my grandparents were of decent heights and my grandmother quite tall for a woman at that time ( I am thinking she was about 5'7 ish , he was 5'10 ish) my dad ended up being 6'4. the 5 other kids my grandparents had were normal heights (no one over 6 ft tall).My dad towered over everyone.

The reason my grandfather would say with a mischievous twinkle in his eye would be " Well he is big because we worked on him ALL weekend"

I wish I had pictures on my computer of my grandparents - especially of my grandmother in her nurse's uniform and her dress uniform to share. They are some of my favorite pictures. I remember when I graduated my grandmother was so proud at the ceremony she was crying. I am so proud of my grandmother, she was one of the strongest women I knew. She lived through the war, the depression in Saskatchewan as a child, the death of a child. She had her last baby at the age of 48! she worked into her late 60's. She was so protective of her children she actually strangled a rabid skunk with her bare hands when it was about to attack her child, yet she was so well mannered - you wouldn't believe she was capable of that.