Archive for August, 2008

August 28, 2008
Filed Under (You are really pissing me off) by lovefrump

An actual add taken from Kijiji:

Wanted: Couple stuck paying for their wedding themselves – Need advice!!

Street address: 575 queens Avenue, London, Ontario, N6B 1Y9 View map
Location: London, Ontario
Date Listed: 12-Aug-08

We both work full time and we are getting married in October of 2009.

Our problem begins with both sides having parents who barely make enough to survive day to day let alone help pay for a wedding of any size.

We want to keep our budget as low as possible since every cent comes from our pockets.

We have already had to cut our catering down from 100 people to 40-50 to keep the major expense down to around $5k

I need ideas of how to cut costs and still give my girl the wedding of her dreams. I could also use stag and doe game ideas that helped make a lot of money etc.

If any millionaires are reading this and want to perform a good deed of the year, please feel free to contact us as well. If you can donate any services, catering, limo’s, dresses, suits, decorations, trip for the honeymoon, anything the wedding requires, I would be extremely appreciative. I know it seems a lot to ask for but my Fiance Lacy deserves anything I can do to help make her dream a reality.

You can email me at or
or call me at 519-601-0933 after 5pm.

I was astounded when my husband read this aloud to me. I have got to tell you, I am still shaking my head, so this entry is for you, Mr.Boyle.

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August 25, 2008
Filed Under (HUH?) by svana

I’ll admit it…

I wound up calling my old friend after some lengthy ribbing in a chat program. Suffice it to say, I did gain something from from the conversation. I got a dose of perspective…funny how that works. I had always been of the opinion that her relationship with her family was quite good, but, it would seem that that was not the case.

I was amazed to learn that her adolescence was filled with the difficulties that I had, but I had never seen hers…but isn’t that how it goes? Suddenly, my perspective was vastly different that the one I had as a teenager or even as a revisiting adult. I guess that’s what maturity will do to you.

On the topic of maturity, for a moment…I will say this….

High School never really ends. It just becomes more subtle, but more ludicrous at the same time. One of the reasons I do not go into the past is because the people that I knew then, are the same people now…just older. Age can either eliminate some of those nasty personality traits or amplify them.

I view my brain as a filing cabinet, filled with files from all the years and times of my life. Occasionally, I will pull one out…and purge items so it takes up less space and makes room for the new. I prefer to live now, rather than reliving the good or bad from the past. Sometimes a visit to the file room is needed and necessary, but too much time spent there is counter productive.

So…as I review my newly found perspective, I will put the file containing that time into archive…and leave it there.

August 23, 2008
Filed Under (The Happy Sad Things) by svana

It’s not too often that a wake-up call comes in the form of another human for me…largely because I am very aware of my fellow humans.

I usually do not carry cash, if I have my debit card…I’m good to go. I mention this specifically because from time to time, someone will ask me for spare change. This usually happens when I’m walking into a Tim Hortons first thing in the morning. My response is always, “What do you need?”…if it is food, I’ll buy you breakfast, if it is cigarettes, I’ll buy you a pack….but I will not arbitrarily hand over money. My eldest sister is an alcoholic, so I learned my lessons pretty early on and pretty painfully about “handing over money”.

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August 21, 2008
Filed Under (You don't say...?) by svana

Last week, a client that I thoroughly enjoy came in for an appointment with me. I really enjoy my time with clients who are of like mind, and I’m a bit selfish when that happens. From time to time, a friendship grows and I am doubly blessed.

We got on to the topic of Facebook, MySpace, blogging and the like. I do not have a Facebook account, nor a MySpace account…so I am virtually invisible, and I like it that way. My friend asked me how blogging was going. My response involved a fair bit of aheming, blushing and the like…with the final response of…”I don’t really have much to say…” He fell off his chair laughing, and with a wicked grin and a sharp sparkle in his eyes he said, “You have loads to say…you just don’t want to share it.”


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August 18, 2008
Filed Under (HUH?) by svana

The damnedest things make me laugh, and that is cause for concern with regards to my sanity some days. The pointy stick of email distance is working well for me, but I thought…perhaps mistakenly…that I would call my old friend.

LMAO – I needed that. Not the call, but the laugh.

You know, Canada411 is extremely useful tool. I looked up my contact from the past there, and wouldn’t you know it, there was her spouse! I debated for about 24 hours, and then picked up my cordless phone and called. A questioning voice answered, “Hello?”…I asked if this was “person XYZ?” I won’t put her name here, because I choose not to be petty or mean spirited…and what other people do with their blogs is their business, me I offer the right to name privacy. Suffice it to say, whoever answered the phone….HUNG UP.

Damn, I’m going to laugh again.

Ok, Ok…breathe…all better. After some lengthy emails over the last few days with this person, and some very deep questions posed of myself…and answered by myself. Asking for help from my friends and family for perspective, I took the plunge. Let me just say is was no more or less than I expected. It was what it was. What I find really amusing in all of this is…I don’t think she liked someone finding her contact information that easily. I am taking a rather perverse enjoyment of this situation. Karma will bite me on the arse for my enjoyment, of this I am certain, but it will be so worth it.

What I can say in the end is…

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the laugh :D

August 15, 2008
Filed Under (HUH?) by svana

It’s funny how life works out sometimes.

I moved around a fair bit when I was younger, instead of being an army brat with all the glamorous locations like Germany or France…I was an Oil Patch kid…moving from one small oil town to another and usually there was a pump jack featured predominately in the town somewhere as a decoration.

It still makes my teeth clench.

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August 12, 2008
Filed Under (Good Times) by svana

My lovely daughter heard about The Wheels Inn in Chatham and decided to ramp up her campaign for a mini-break.

I can’t blame her really. The last couple of years we have stayed pretty close to home in the summer, opting for day trips to the beach and other points of interest. To her credit, she has been very tolerant and undemanding over the last two years with all the upheaval in our lives. My kid is pretty darn amazing, actually.

So, being the dutiful Mom that I try to be, I got online and started checking availability for a weekend we had free. Lo and behold, they had a special on and rooms available. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I booked our room. Further inspection of the site inspired panic…I would have to don a bathing suit, worse yet…I would have to go shopping for a bathing suit. The horror!! Well…it is for a good cause.

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August 06, 2008
Filed Under (You are really pissing me off) by svana


Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English religioun, from Anglo-French religiun, Latin religion-, religio supernatural constraint, sanction, religious practice, perhaps from religare to restrain, tie back Date:13th century
(1) a : the state of a religious <a nun in her 20th year of religion> b : the service and worship of God or the supernatural
(2) : commitment or devotion to religious faith or observance 2 : a personal set or institutionalized system of religious attitudes, beliefs, and practices
(3): archaic : scrupulous conformity : conscientiousness
(4) : a cause, principle, or system of beliefs held to with ardor and faith

I’m a fairly tolerant person, despite my intolerance for stupid people out there.

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August 05, 2008

Ever since I was a little girl, much to my parent’s chagrin, I’ve loved stray cats. My first rescue was an orange and white tabby in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan in the dead of winter. My parents found out because of the glaring orange extension cord running from the side of the house into a well protected cardboard box…with a heating pad inside. He was a sweet cat that I would have loved to keep, but I found him a far better home where he could be an “only child”.

We have six, yes…SIX, cats. Three of the six are rescues, and three are from a cattery that I have very close ties with. My long-suffering husband, maintains that we have nine or ten cats as I am always feeding the strays outside. One of our more recent additions, a beautiful, spayed brown tabby we named Belle.

Belle: "I'm so pretty"

Belle: "I'm so pretty"

One morning, about three years ago, she showed up and joined me on the porch for a snuggle and scratch behind her ears. This routine went on for about a week.

We tried to find her owners, we put up posters, contacted the Humane Society, Animal Control and various other groups that might have held a clue as to whom this lovely cat belonged to. An additional three weeks went by, and no one claimed her, or even showed the slightest interest. Animal Control called back and asked if they should come and get her. We declined…and told them we would find her a home. That evening we went out to the porch to put food down, and Belle just sauntered into the house as if to say, “Honey, I’m home!”

After a flea bath, which she sat and tolerated…I’d say in silence, but she was purring too darn loud, we slowly introduced Belle to the house. She adapted beautifully from a cat who was very comfortable on the streets to an indoor cat….Which really made me think about pet owners in general.

Here is this beautiful, affectionate cat who was “cared for” at some point… as evidenced by her being spayed… out on the streets. My biggest question of “Why?” was answered by Animal Control. Animal Control indicated that the largest number of cats they have come to them are in the age group of 11 to 36 months, and the reason why….”They are not kittens anymore, they are not as cute as they once were.” I was told that it was pretty likely that she was dumped far enough away from her home because whoever owned her didn’t want to pay the surrender fee to the Humane Society. Dumping her was much easier and cheaper.

I don’t think I need to say how disgusted this made me….and still does. As I am feeding no fewer than three outdoor cats in the morning and at night, two of which do not have homes and one does have a home but he is not well cared for there.

So a few pointers to prospective pet owners below:

1) Owning a cat is a responsibility, NOT a hobby. This means “Until death do you part”.

2) Your parents didn’t dump you because you grew up and were not as cute as before, don’t dump the cat because of this reason.

3) Yes, owning a cat costs money. If you are not prepared or able to spend funds on the health of your cat, don’t get one until you can, and see #1 and 2.

4) Spay or neuter your cat. Do not allow any babies into the world that you are not prepared to take full and complete responsibility for. See #3.

5) A cat is an INDOOR ANIMAL. If you love your cat, keep it safe inside.

Having had cats around me from birth, I have followed all of these pointers as if they are law. I have spent thousands of dollars on my cats for one reason or another over their lives, and when there was nothing left to do to help them, I was there at the end.

My husband has been very supportive, but I suspect if we become the local cat house, any more than we already are….he’ll divorce me. Nah, he won’t divorce me, but he won’t be too happy, either…and I like a happy house.

August 03, 2008
Filed Under (Show me the drugs!) by svana

So… I was fired by my neurologist for being a “difficult patient”, I alienated a whole group of people because I refused to pander to the would-be-victims.

:D I feel GREAT

Epilepsy has made me become more aware of the things I *must* do in order to take care of myself. This means I can power nap with impunity, I am so loving that! I choose to view this glitch in my very active, electric brain as a wake up call for what is truly important. I no longer burn the candle at both ends, breaking my back to accommodate people that do not appreciate the effort. It is amazing to me that I would find epilepsy liberating rather than a set of mental handcuffs.

The only drawbacks that I can see at this point are: how people react when I tell them I am epileptic; when the seizures actually hit me; and not being able to take a long tub bath without supervision.

My Mom, bless her…cannot refer to my seizures as seizures. To her they are “thingies”. I find this incredibly funny coming from a former medical professional. Perhaps it is because I am her daughter and she can’t bear the thought of me having this “condition of thingies”. Regardless, she has been supportive of my choice to handle my epilepsy without meds, despite her being terrified I will have a “thingie” at the top of our stairs and fall to my death. My Dad simply chooses not to mention or talk about it. I suspect that is as a result of being raised in a British household, where these “thingies” are not discussed. My friends, husband, and daughter just take it as it comes…like I do.

When it comes to supervised bath time, I get grumpy. I mean, what am I…two years old?? Intellectually, I understand why this is necessary…but it still pisses me off. I twitch once and immediately I am asked if I’m having a seizure. To be fair, I can’t complain too much…but I still reply with, “No, not having a seizure…just thought I’d have a nap.” Good thing my husband has a sense of humour, or I’d be doomed. I won’t say something like to my daughter because she would rip a strip off of me a mile wide for being irresponsible. Kids these days.

We have found a pattern to my seizure activity. This is a good thing as it allows me to be more cautious with myself when I need to be.

Recently…as in August 2nd, I missed out on a very important birthday party as a result of the seizure cycle. My going to the party would have caused a bit of upset for the birthday girl, as I would have had a seizure while in attendance, and that really is not cool. She shouldn’t have to worry about me on her birthday…especially with all the pole dancing going on. I suggested to her we could play a game on the balcony of “Pin the Dilantin on the Epileptic.” While I found that *really* funny, it meant I’d have to pony up some dilantin…which I don’t have…damn.

So, while I may miss out on some things, I win too.

Humour coupled with the support of my dear ones has really made this electric-lemon-thingie a great gag for all of us to enjoy, me most of all. I’ll be enjoying comments, said with deep affection of, “twitchy bitch/witch”. This simply reinforces my thought that the Universe does have a sense of humour, and it is up to us to see if we get the joke.