Monday, January 9, 2017

Be Nice.

If you can't say it to someone's face, don't post it.

 I've been reading comments about Meryl Streep. She's being called down for her Golden Globe acceptance speech.


 In her speech she made it clear that mocking one another for race, creed or ability (disability) is unacceptable. She basically just reminded us of what out parents told us when we were 3. Be nice, play fair, show some compassion and acceptance for other people and their differences.


 She also didn't name him or call him names while doing so.


Now the people who are slamming her for this are in turn being insulted by people who like her. That's right, I've seen it several times. 


The people who profess to hate what Mr. Trump said or did are now attacking the people that didn't like what Meryl said. Thus completing the circle.


 I'm sure Ms. Streep didn't give such an impassioned and heartfelt speech to have her supporters do the same thing she abhors.


 I also read today that people elect who best represents them. Judging by all the hate filled comments from all sides we can see how Mr. Trump got elected. 


Like him or hate him, respect one another's right to do the same.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Dona Nobis Pacem 2016

I am so disheartened this past few months, mostly it's due to the American Election. 

The negativity, the threats, the bitchiness, the rhetoric and the out and out meanness. Most of that from the candidates themselves; however if you happen to have an opinion on either candidate you open yourself up to a slew of negative threatening comments.


The comments are from your so called friends. The people you profess to know and can't live without. The family of social media you've surrounded yourself with. People in your own blood family, people in your heart family.


At this point I don't think it matters who wins as I feel we've all already lost. You the people (yeah you Americans) have, as my Granny would say made your beds. I honestly pity you.


 Either candidate or Party is moot at this point, it's not the destination it's the journey. Your journey up to this election has been fraught with pot holes and instead of properly fixing them you put up some bumpy road signs and moved right on up the road. 


So Peace in 2016? I hardly think so, we've got to wash this road grime and snake oil off of ourselves.


Going to take my negative thoughts out for a walk, blow some air through that stink.

Be nice.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Some days the sadness is like a wet fog.

It swirls around my face, covers my eyes, ears, and mouth.

I can't breathe, I can't hear, I can't see.

It's isolating and lonely.

It's comforting and right.

It's a living breathing entity, this sadness.

It's on me, it's in me and sometimes it's me.

The only me.

I'm tired.


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Days

Most days I can get out of bed, spend an hour on the computer and go kick some serious ass on the treadmill or out on the track, do some housework or visit friends and cook a fab supper for Buzz.

Some days it takes me longer to get out of bed and maybe I'll do a little less on the treadmill and need a nap before I make supper,but I still kicked that days ass.

Other days I can't jump out of bed, I can get up though and stretch a bit and maybe if I'm not too sore I can do the laundry or sweep the floor. That's about it, no walking on other days. I still however kick that days ass, because I got out of the bed. I may go right back into it, but I got up and kicked that days ass to the best of my ability.

These days I've learned to listen to my body, and actually do what it needs.

Luckily other days are becoming rarer but they do still happen. I'm gonna go kick some ass....gently.

Monday, November 16, 2015

From my FB page.



Hello friends and family. Welcome to my wall of positivity and love. If you agree with any of the following statements, I invite you to unfriend and block me. #1 All Muslims are terrorists. #2 All Priests are pedophiles. #3 All Southerners belong to the KKK. #4 The Burka should be banned in Canada. #5 All refugees are ISIS members. #6 The Westboro baptists are a great example of Christians. #7 Only Christian prayer should be allowed in schools. #8 All Irishmen are drunks. #9 All men are rapists. #10 I'm being persecuted for my religion in Canada. #11 All turbans, Hajibs and Yarmulkes should be banned. Seems silly to lump in the KKK with a Burka eh? Well that's what you're doing. All these memes and blanket statements based on no factual information are just silly. That's right, silly, and hurtful and racist. Should take care of our Veterans before we open the border? We're trying! 9 years of Mr Harper cutting services can't be fixed in a couple weeks. Give it a chance. No one is forcing you to be un-Christian either. If you want to say Merry Christmas and have a Christmas tree go ahead. You live in Canada, you can do that here. There are as of 2013, under 300 homeless veterans in Canada. Not thousands, we live in Canada not in the USA. You put up memes about supporting our vets but the pictures are of Americans and British vets. Yes we should take care of our own first, again with the cuts and again give it a chance. It's on all of us. Give your umbrella away, make someone a sandwich, donate your old coats, Hell buy a new coat. These are all things you can do yourself to ease a homeless person's misery for a few hours. The refugees from Syria are homeless and running for their lives, seems to me it's just common decency to help them. They'll be vetted, maybe one rotter will slip through, maybe not. That's what they want you to think with the ID that conveniently popped up. They were Belgian Nationals that terrorized Paris. ISIS is a scourge, (I'm not all pie in the sky here) and hopefully it'll be dealt with. You can't throw the whole pot of spaghetti out because the cat licked the edge of the crock pot.....(wait that was here) I dislike the Trojan horse meme, I dislike the fake news stories about Syrian rapists getting European women. Come on people give your heads a shake. The real story is about gangs roaming Paris beating on non-whites. We're the problem, not the poor Syrian running away from total destruction of their homeland. Lets be nice, and fair and try to help one another. I don't want to hear anything negative. Keep it to yourself, or delete me, please. So post your songs and poems and positive stuff here on my wall. Love, peace out.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Dona Nobis Pacem 2015

Well I'm optimistic on this fine day. Justin Trudeau was sworn in as our Prime Minister, and our new cabinet looks great. Really great. 
I find that I'm looking forward to what will come next.
Love him or hate him, we have to give him a chance. Nine years of Mr Harper, has given him a monumental work load. 
The naysayers are already grumbling about him not being able to bring as many refugees in as he said. 
I say give him a chance, he has literally been Prime Minister for a couple of hours, sheesh. 
Let's get back to family and being a kinder gentler nation.
I'm gobsmacked at the rampant racism that seems to be the norm these days, if a woman wears a ha-jib for personal or religious reasons it doesn't give anyone the right to castigate her in their blogs and their forums.
When did we get so mean? We rail against bullying, (which in itself is bullying) and rant about things that we don't like. We freely call people fag or retard or stupid if we disagree with their views or political stance.
 We can't seem to understand that we can do this because we live in a *free* country.
I was so relieved at the end of the election, not that Mr Trudeau was elected (although that was good) but that the hateful campaign could end. The bitching and backstabbing and mass hysteria.
Finally a little peace in our Government.
Lets be nicer to one another and stop the negativity, lets give it a shot, really it's not that hard.
Let peace begin with you in your homes and in our schools and churches. Lets teach by example, that's how our kids learn. Hate in, hate out. Lets fix it.
Lets give Mr Trudeau a chance to fix it.
Peace out my hippie friends!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Dusty canes and squeaky walkers




Well it's been a year or so since I started *walking* and taking a bit of care with the stuff I cram down my gullet.  I don't diet, I just try to reduce the portion size and double the veggie size.

It's been a journey of fits and starts, true dedication followed by a little resentment.
Some days I have trouble getting motivated, and think I should join a gym and have someone yell at my lazy butt. Then I remember why I need to move, just move, not lift weights or jog or do one armed push-ups. All I need to do is move.
Get my sore stiff, inflamed joints on my treadmill and just move.

So I move, and I climb, I climb a thousand feet some days, other days only 400 or so. I go sorta fast, I go at a snails pace, I move. I jiggle my arms (or to be fair they do that on their own) Sometimes I warm up and don't go on the treadmill. I stretch, vacuum or wash the floors instead. Just move.

Some days I'm still too hard on myself, and need to remember not to bully myself, not to be disgusted with what I see in the mirror. That's the hard part. I saved last years wall calendar so I could see all the miles I've walked and all the days I did it. I try to atta girl myself at least once a day.

Some days are hard, this past week has been a study in contradictions. Move for your joints, but the joints don't want to move. My body has decided that it can't/won't process certain foods, just out of the blue. It also doesn't want to let me sleep, let me get the rest I need to get so I can move.

 I feel like I'm packing a piano on my shoulders. Grabbing a coffee cup hurts all up my arm, placing one foot after the other sends shooting pains up my legs. Can't turn my head for the stiffness. I managed on 5/7  days to get on the treadmill. Didn't go far, only climbed 400-500 feet a day, but I got up on the damn thing. Atta girl! 

Sometimes I need a reminder why I need to move. I found dust on my canes this morning and my walker has a squeaky wheel. All those pill bottles are reduced to 4 pills a day. That's 4!! So I guess we need to keep moving.