First blog post

This is the post excerpt.


This is just a random bunch of ramblings.  You don’t have to agree or disagree with my opinions, as they are just that; mine.


Mini-Storage for Seniors

It was bound to happen some day.  I just didn’t think it would be that Wednesday.  The phone rang at 04:00 hours – never a good sign – and when I answered it, it was my brother telling me that Mom had fallen in her home.  She awoke on the floor, crawled over to the phone and called for help.  She was taken by ambulance to the local hospital, and when I arrived, she asked me if this was a set-up; paranoia had already set in.  Little did I know what a rollercoaster ride I would be in for, over the next several months.

Mom was diagnosed with a concussion, and was hallucinating.  There were people living on a boat on the 2nd floor of the hospital, she said.  There were construction workers coming into her hospital room in the middle of the night, she said.  My brother had taken the locks off of all of the doors of her apartment, and people were streaming in and out of the apartment, she said.  There is simply no point in attempting to be rational with an irrational person.

Over the next several weeks, as the hospital waited for her concussion symptoms to subside, it was confirmed that Mom had early onset dementia.  Looking back, I think we probably knew this was coming, but hoped otherwise.  There were little signs – mild word-finding difficulties, but nothing that caused us to be of great concern.  Mom had lived independently for so long, without issue, but suddenly that came to a crashing halt.

It is absolutely heartbreaking to watch your Mom cry huge tears while stating “I just want to go home” and having to tell her that she can’t, because it is not safe for her to live alone anymore.  Life is cruel to the weak and the old.  We parent the parent.  We keep a stiff upper lip.  We don’t let our sadness show in front of them, as we must be a strong and reassuring presence.

I am thankful that I have the skill and ability to advocate for my Mom but it has been a huge drain on me emotionally.  Without me to advocate for her, I feel that the health care system would eat her alive.  A friend and work colleague, who has previously been through this experience with her own parent, said some residential care facilities were like “Mini-Storage for Seniors” – so sad yet so hilarious at the same time.


Wearing Out My Welcome … Mat

Welcome mats – are we just being polite when we put them out front?  There are so many beautiful mats available now, some with designs, various themes, some sarcastic.  Currently I have a “Wipe Your Paws” mat out front, which was a gift from a friend.  Some days I would prefer to have a “Fuck Off and Leave Me Alone” mat – but that would be rude.  I am all for being rude during the right circumstance, but heaven forbid I should psychologically scar some Girl Guide just trying to get her cookies sold.

When someone asks me “How are you” I am prone to answer with the following: Do you want the polite answer, or the truth?


Oh Canada! Deconstructing the National Anthem In The Name of Political Correctness

My Original Post: Friday, October 4, 2013

Oh Canada!
[The name Canada comes from the St. Lawrence Iroquoian word kanata, meaning “village” or “settlement”. – So I guess we are going to have to change the spelling to Kanata]
Our home and native land!
[Wait a minute, can’t use the term “native” – should it be (N)ative or First Nations or…what about cultural diversity?]
True patriot love in all thy sons command. 
[Weir’s original lyrics from 1908 contained no religious references and used the phrase “thou dost in us command” before they were changed by Weir in 1914 to read “in all thy sons command”. This is what the controversy is about…me thinks she doth/dost protest too much! Then there is the word command? I expect my dog to answer to a command but not me! Should it read obey? Sit? Shake a Paw? Insert Feminist rant here…]
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
[Okay is this a sign of heartburn? Gastric Reflux is now part of our official song? Will it be sponsored by Rolaids?]
The True North strong and free!
[What about the West – the South or the Easterners? Are you suggesting folks from those directions are wimps?]
From far and wide,
[Presumably referring to “Across a large area” as opposed to non-urban residents with a large girth]
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. 
[I’d like to buy a vowel…again the standing! Oy vey!]
God keep our land glorious and free!
[God, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, Betty — whatever your name is…can you hold my purse…er…land?]
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
[Apparently for those who have hearing difficulties…]

Plus Size Women’s Clothing – Ugh

My original post: March 29, 2012

It never ceases to amaze me how retailers have missed the mark in plus-sized women’s fashion, especially in Canada.  They are missing out on a very (no pun intended here) large market.  A few pointers:

  • we’re not all headed out for a safari, so cut back with the jungle prints already;
  • chances are if we are plus-sized we are not thrilled to bits with our arms so ditch the sleeveless;
  • we don’t need “built in” necklaces attached to blouses, we are capable of accessorizing on our own (or not) thank you very much;
  • bullet-proof polyester is not a good look for anyone;
  • just because I am a larger build does not mean that I want to look like I am 80 years of age (no offence to octogenarians out there…)  I still want to feel fashionable and part of the current trends.

I could go on – and on.   But you retail buyers know who you are.  If you think you are doing a good job – think again.