Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I knew you when


I knew you when

Your mother's water broke in my mother's kitchen,
School,
Sleepovers,
First loves,
Pierced ears,
Grandpa's house,
Bobo's house,
Shopping at Woolworth's,
Skipping school,
Birthday parties,
Biking to Oliver Lake,
Walking to First Fort,
Hiking up Mt Hayes,
Eating donuts at Inez's,
The Capital Theater,
The Totem,
Boston Pizza,
Mr Mikes,
The pool,
The civic center,
Walking for hours,
Knock Down Ginger,
Red Rover,
Cowboy's and Indian's,
King of the Castle,
Skipping,
Double Dutch,
Hopscotch,
Weddings,
Babies,
Shoppers,
Losing our Mom's,
Losing our Dad's,
Laughing 'til we begged for mercy,
Getting drunk,
Smoking,
Camping,
Road trips,

I knew you when we only had each other,
I knew you when life was full,
I knew you when life was empty,
I knew you when life was good,
I knew you in my heart, from the first second I drew breath.

I love you

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Oh so preventable

Wow, where to start this week.
Duncan teenager Tyeisha Jones was murdered. Poor little girl, out at a house party and then on her way to meet a friend. How very sad and heartbreaking. I can only hope they catch the murderer in a timely manner , and throw away the key. I can't help but think about her poor mother.

Outdoor adventures in B.C. thought it was a good idea to slaughter 100 healthy dogs. I say slaughter because that's what it was. These little guys were not euthanized in a vet's office, but picked off in front of one another and rolled into a mass grave. How the Hell does something like this happen? Why oh why couldn't they utilize the Social Media and ask for homes or money to care for these animals?
I personally could have found at least 40 homes and probably dozens more foster homes, if only they'd asked. I am absolutely sick about this and am boycotting their business, you can too.

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Boycotting-Outdoor-Adventures-in-BC-Whistler/180065432029885

They thought business was bad before, well they have another think coming. Today the shooter wants compensation, as he was just doing as he was told. That right there is why God gave you a conscience and the ability to tell right from wrong. You just should have walked away buddy, no job is worth that.

Dr Smith the pathologist lost his medical license today. He plead no contest to professional misconduct and incompetence. There's another one who should go to jail, due to his fudging and out and out idiocy he sent William Mullins-Johnson to prison for 12 years for the rape and murder of Mr. Mullins-Johnson's 4 year old niece. 12 years, not to mention the stigma attached to this innocent man for the rest of his life. Plus as Mullins-Johnson pointed out, "Justice was not served."
There's still a guilty party out there.
Out of 44 cases they reviewed, 20 were found to be screwed up and resulted in 13 people being criminally charged.
These are families who not only lost their children, but had charges brought against them.

Metered Internet! WTF? Seriously? Dudes, come on. Sheesh. Go here, like it, sign the letter/petition to stop this lunacy.

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/openmedia.ca,

Then a lot farther from home, but very disturbing is the crisis in Egypt. I call it a crisis, there have been deaths, injuries, injustice and a huge amount of property damage.
Mr. Mubarak, just leave already, follow your family and get the Hell out of Dodge. You're done, really. 29 years is long enough to be a power hungry omnipotent despot, you aren't a young man any longer, go away.

Today he announced that he wouldn't run in the next election. DUH
I couldn't quite wrap my head around the damage to the museum, what a senseless thing, and oh so preventable.....Show your support for the people of Egypt.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/Avaaz




Well let's see, on the home front we're all ok. Had a merry chase and obsessive time getting my passport application in. Whatever will I do now?
Had a couple days where I felt like I was run over by a street sweeper, not fluish but not arthritis either, odd.
Hot water tank went a couple weeks ago, that was fun.
Dog is scratching and chewing at himself again, this after a couple hundred in treatments and whatnot.
Cats are good, shedding already and exhibiting signs of spring fever/insanity. So basically normal, for cats.

I've been haunting the movie store. My reviews:
Inception=BORING BAD BAH
Red=pretty good.
A-Team=pretty kinda ok but longish.
Winter's Bone=Best movie ever.
Expendables=Things go boom, I laugh.
Salt=Freaking A, way to kick butt Angelina (predictable plot. but good)
Resident Evil, afterlife=usual campy goodness.
The Town=BORING
Henry Brown=depressing, but really well acted.
Eat Pray Love=good, I was surprised. (Julia Roberts ain't no pretty woman when she cries) (really)

Well I'm outta here, gotta feed the meter........hehe


Sunday, January 9, 2011

Our Apathy

Once again, I sit and wonder WTH is happening in the world? Tuscon Arizona, a mass murder/shooting. 14 injured and 6 dead. Among the dead a 9 year old girl, Christina Taylor Green (ironically born on 9/11) a federal judge, John Roll, Congresswoman Giffords' aide, Gabe Zimmerman and Mr. D.Stoddard who threw himself on his injured wife Mavy, Dorothy Morris, and Phyllis Scheck both grandmothers.

What caused this obviously mentally ill 22 year old kid to do this? Were there warning signs? I'm reminded of the Columbine shooters who posted pretty much what they had planned on the web. All the warning signs were there, yet nobody did a thing about it. I figured after that it would never happen again, yet it has.

Jared Lee Loughner had a myspace page, with many clues, maybe not what he had planned or the where and the when of it, but there were signs that he was disturbed and violent. He railed against many different things.

He had 100 rounds and a knife and according to sources at the scene he was pretty pleased with himself afterward. They found an envelope at his home that had writing on it; Giffords, my assassination and I planned ahead.

He was suspended from college, (PIMA sent him a letter saying he wasn't allowed back until he brought in a Dr's note saying he wouldn't be a danger to himself or others.) and according to Dateline he was denied enlistment in the Army. hhhmmmm. YET THEY LET HIM BUY A GLOCK 9mm!!!???

I was also disgusted by the Sarah Palin political ad, she put crosshairs on a map with representative Giffords and 19 other democratic representatives. She then urged her followers to *reload* and *aim* for democrats. The map read, "We've diagnosed the problem... Help us prescribe the solution."


Then there was Ms. Giffords political opponent Jesse Kelly, who held an event last June to shoot a fully automatic M16, to get on* target* and *remove* Gabrielle Giffords.

Soon after her office was vandalized.

Seems to me they did everything to facilitate this horror except buy him a juice box and a bus pass.

Once again our friends from the Westboro baptist church plan to protest at some of the funerals.
What an outrage, they get to spread their hate and spew their prejudice while a peaceful gathering outside of a Safeway on a sunny January morning takes it on the chin.

I'm sickened and saddened and horrified, have we become so desensitized and worried about not getting involved or fitting in that we can't nip something like this in the bud?

Our apathy allowed Ms. Giffords to be shot point blank in the head, a nine year old girl to be murdered and scores of families that will never be right again.

I wish things were different.



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

That feeling


To me Christmas is about feelings. When I was a little girl it was excitement, anticipation and a little fear. Was I good enough? Would Santa forget our house? These are big questions when you're five years old. I loved going to grandpa's house on Christmas eve and seeing all the family.


When I was a teen it was (although I hate to admit it) about the presents. I was still trying to hold on to the wonder and the special *feeling* I had as a little kid but it was already starting to fade. I was happy to see family (as we had a pretty small one) and I liked the food and the Boxing Day visits, the break from school.


When Buzz and I were married and had the kids it was all about fear of failure and making their Christmas special. It was exhaustion and worry over money and hope that out traditions were going to be looked back on with fondness and a little longing.

I got the *feeling* back through the kids, leaving out cookies and milk (actually it was butter tarts/coconut balls and a rum and coke) Making reindeer tracks in the snow, stuffing the stockings and trying to get to bed at a reasonable hour so I could get up early and get the bird in the oven.


As the kids grew up and my family shrank even more I became a little bitter. Buzz worked a lot of Christmas day shifts and I felt overwhelmed and under appreciated.

All the baking and shopping and running around, all seemed senseless. I hadn't felt an inkling of the *feeling* for years and bemoaned the expense and work entailed to scarf down a meal in 10 minutes.


Now that the kids are grown and Stacy has moved, Buzz is working all through the holiday and it looks like it'll just be Tory and I for supper. Oddly enough I feel a little flutter of the *feeling*; I can't explain it. You'd think I'd be all weepy and whiny, but not at all. (mind you it isn't here yet, I could be a hot mess by then)


Stacy has invited me to her place, I could have gone to Rupert or ensconced myself at the in-laws, but I'm more comfortable at home, with the familiar. I was also thinking about poor Buzz, his Christmas will be even more sucky than mine, so I figured whatever moments we could grab together would be nice.


Now I'm feeling relaxed, and contented even, go figure. Maybe I grew up or something. I'm excited for the great nieces and nephew to open their gifts, I'm relieved that I managed to get cards out with my hands being so swollen. I'm happy when I look at my gaudy little tree, and I'm looking forward to seeing family on Thursday.


Yup, I got that *feeling* back. I hope you all do as well.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Angel



Thinking about you dear Ellen. I miss you.