Sunday, May 21, 2017

My Worst Impulse Purchase. Ever.

Alternately Titled: Remind Me to Never Go Shopping With Katy Again. Ever.

Alternately Titled: The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree.

Alternately Titled: I Think I Must've Been Dropped On My Head When I Was Less Than 15 Hours Old. (oh, wait...that was Katy. What the hell is MY excuse?)


A thing that one buys without planning to do so in advance, as a result of a sudden whim or impulse.

"We all sometimes make impulse purchases and regret them a few hours later."

That is the Oxford Living Dictionary's definition of "impulse purchase". 

My definition of "impulse purchase" is virtually identical but with the addition of several swears, one or two, quite possibly three, facepalm emojis and a bunch of these "!!!!!!".

I'm not really a "shopper" and as such, I don't do much shopping. Being somewhat of a miser and being a wholewhat of a hermit kinda work together to preclude me from being a prime candidate for Shopaholic status so I've always considered myself safe from the perils of impulse buying. 

Until this past Monday.

Twas the Day After Mother's Day...and Katy, having had to work on actual Mother's Day, was treating me to a lovely Mama/Daughter afternoon of lunch followed by a visit to my favourite store to pick out a Mother's Day wee giftie of my choice. (followed by her waiting in a dentist's waiting room for an hour while I had my teeth cleaned...but that's not an integral part of this story)

Lunch was at a neat little place called "Shine". It's a vegan juice bar and cafe so it was delicious AND nutritious. Since I have spent the winter focusing primarily on the delicious, I am in dire need of the more nutritious side of things, this extremely healthy meal left me feeling quite proud of myself. (I didn't know then that blissful feeling of pride was soon to be a big big way.)
Katy insisted on paying for our lunch.


Having an adult child who is gainfully employed ....and so much fun!!

We strolled up the street and into my favourite shop,  The Bird House Nature Company

I had my heart set on getting an oriole feeder (I know these guys are hanging around our little neighbourhood and I wanted to lure them over to my house...a story of heartbreak and joy that I may recount at a later date)and I immediately began to hmmmm and haaa my way around the oriole feeder display.

After several minutes of this, Katy says,

"I'll leave you to it. I'll be over there petting the cat."

Fair enough.

Can't say that I blamed her. 

I'd also rather pet the store cat than watch me/be me trying to make a decision about which one of two possible oriole feeders to buy. My decision-making skills (or lack thereof) annoy/bore me at the best of times, I can only imagine what it's like to be on the outside looking in. 

As a wise old philosopher once said, " I know one thing...indecision may or may not be my problem."

I eventually DID make my decision (emphasis on the "eventually") and selected a beautifully tacky, orange plastic oriole feeder. Apparently, orioles' taste in feeders veers rather dramatically away from the subtly rustic theme I've been cultivating with my feeder station.

Ain't she a beaut??


Ah well...à chacun son goût.
(and, yes, I did Google that to make sure I got the accents right)

We made our way to the cash counter and Katy pulled out her wallet(again) to pay for my Mother's Day gift and I told her that lunch was more than enough of a treat and I had been planning on buying the feeder since last summer and then I paid for it myself.

While it's fun to have gainfully employed and generous children, it's also fun to tell them to put their wallet away.

Now...believe it or not...the big, tacky, bright orange plastic bird feeder was NOT my regretful and ridiculous impulse purchase. As previously mentioned, I have been intending to buy one of those horrible looking things for there was zero fast and/or last minute decision-making involved in that purchase.

After I finished paying for my feeder and box of powdered oriole food, Katy turned to leave the store and I grabbed her and said, 

"Let's keep looking! They've got lots of great stuff!!"

She said,




And this is where the wheels fell off.


We wandered around the store looking at all the fun stuff and happened upon a small and tasteful display of felt cat beds. 

They were not inexpensive.

But they WERE awesome.

For those of you unfamiliar with felt cat beds, you can take a peek at a sampling here.

I thought they were a hoot and Katy did too...and we giggled and tee hee'd at the thought of our two guys hanging out in these things. 

It totally cracked us up.


And then she said...

"You should buy one!"

I said,

"YES!! Which one? They're all hilarious! Except maybe that one. I don't know what that one even is."

So we quickly discussed the merits and demerits of a couple of them and settled on one that we figured they could both fit into...they like to snuggle.

And then I gave my head a quick shake and said,

"You know what...nah...that's a lot of money. I can't do it."

And then she said,

"We can go halves and it can be your Mother's Day gift from me and you to you."

And I said,


And we giddily walked back up to the cash counter with our expensively hilarious felt cat bed and bought it.

When we got home, we rushed inside and woke both cats up and plunked them down in front of their uproariously clever new bed and they crawled right in and cuddled up and loved it and that's where they spend all their time now and we get to giggle whenever we see them using it and think to ourselves,

"Man oh Man!! That was the BEST impulse purchase we've ever made...EVER!!"


That's not what happened. 

They had no interest in it.





...even when we tried to lure them in with treats. 

They stuck their heads in and ate the treats and walked away and haven't looked at it since...not even to sleep on top of it.


Wanna see a photo of this glorious, over-priced and under-used piece of  cat bed craftsmanship?

I bet you do.

Here it is:

It's empty.

As usual.

Oh....and it's supposed to be an apple. (It seemed much more hilarious in the store...I guess you kinda had to be there.)


Super funny, right?


Now here's a video of it in action:

...I placed an empty Liquor Store bag beside it as an experiment.

Here is another riveting video of the cat bed:

...only this time I added a plastic bag.



There it is.

My Worst Impulse Purchase.


Anyone in the market for a Not-Even-a-Little-Bit-Used, fancy, Supposed-to-Look-Like-an-Apple super hilarious felt cat bed??

I know a guy...

Waaaait a second...

Hold that thought!!!

I might have to rescind that most generous offer!

Maybe if I put the plastic bag INSIDE the bed, the cats might actually use it...


Friday, May 19, 2017

A little bit of accountability never hurt anyone...

Ok... so... this is a quick message to those of you who have been quietly and subtly encouraging me get back to writing my silly and rather self-indulgent blog:

Firstly, thank you.Your gentle nudging has meant the world to me. Really really. Thanks. You are wonderful  :)

Secondly, I just had a nice long shower and managed to finally settle on what I'm going to write about. I'm not promising anything close to greatness. It's ridiculous...but at least it's something.

Thirdly, I'm sending this announcement out into the Universe ...and to you guys... so that I have some sort of accountability so I actually have to get off my arse and write the goddamn thing ...and I'm speaking figuratively here. I usually do have to be ON my arse to write ... not off.

So, yeah... my weirdo creative "process" has begun to sloooooowly crawl out of the quagmire of inertia that is my comfy comfort zone.

I've even got a few titles that I'm bouncing around:

My Worst Impulse Buy. Ever.

Remind Me to Never Go Shopping With Katy Again. Ever.

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree.

I Think I Must've Been Dropped On My Head When I Was a Newborn (Oh, Wait ...That Was Katy. What the Hell is MY Excuse?)

Stay tuned!!!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

A Modern Day (Netflix-Viewing) Tragedy...

My Guy and I have become mired down in what could quite possibly be crowned as THE  Definitive First World Problem.

Let me preface this by saying that I don't watch much TV... at all.

Really. I've convinced myself that Netflix doesn't count as TV...sshhhhhhhh...don't burst my bubble. 

I watch The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones and that's pretty much it.

...and their seasons basically run back to back so I'm good for about an hour a week.


I'm not sure why I felt the need for any sort of preface...but a preface is what you got.

So, a couple of weeks ago, we started watching Battlestar Galactica on Netflix.

..the re-imagined series... NOT to be confused with the most excellent original one from way back when that my little kid self was super obsessed with ...this is the one that I am obsessed with right now as a grown up adult person.

At first, all was going swimmingly.

We were really really enjoying the show in all its post-apocalyptic, space fantasy, campy glory.

It was awesome!!!

Spending nice time together, cuddling on the couch with the dogs and kitten.

Quality family bonding time is what it was!! Yes, indeedy.

We had deep conversations trying to figure out who was a Cylon and who wasn't. (I've actually got my suspicions that Shane is a Cylon, too, but we'll keep that just between you and me)

We even incorporated Battlestar Galactica lingo into our everyday conversations...

"Gods Damn it!! I forgot to buy milk!!"

"I wish the fraking dog would fraking quit barking."

"Oh my gods, that kitten is so fraking adorable."

"Where the frak did I leave my wallet??"

"Don't get all up in my grill...I'm the good Gaius."

You know, the usual stuff.

We had settled into a nice sensible Netflix viewing groove and were watching an episode or two...sometimes three... a night,  if/when we had a chance.

No big deal...

Until we noticed a little tiny notation at the bottom of the Netflix Battlestar Galactica Episode Page (not entirely sure if that's really what the actual page is called but I'm going with it).

This little tiny seemingly harmless notation read "Available until October 1".

Available until October 1st???

As in a week and a half from the day that we noticed this godsforsaken life-altering notation???






Needless to say, our easy casual Battlestar Galactica viewing shifted into Extreme Battlestar Galactica Binge Watching Mode.

We were fraking committed!!

And we almost made it, too.


We finished Season 4 Episode 10 last night/this morning at 12:20am....and we had to surrender.

We need our sleep.

We both have jobs.

We have to be at the top of our games. (One of us is responsible for ensuring that a city with the population of 160 000 has clean drinking water. One of us picks up dog poo for a living. Clear, sharp thinking is a MUST!! Sleep-deprived minds are NOT clear and sharp!!)

It was a sacrifice we had to make. If we've learned one thing from the survivors of the 2nd Cylon Revolution, it's that life's all about tough decisions. You can't take the easy way out or people DIE gods damn it!!! They DIE!!!

There are 21 episodes in the final season.

We made it through 10.

We have 11 left.

(See the math I just did there?? Impressive, no?)

It isn't on Netflix anymore.

I checked.

It was the first thing I did this morning when I woke up.


All is not lost though.

We can actually watch the rest online.

There are pirated links all over the place...


It just won't be the same.

Our BluRay player was Netflix-equipped so we could watch it on our TV...sitting on our big comfy couch ... with our Bose surround sound system. It was awesome.

And now we have to sit hunched at our computer.

Our mission was not accomplished.

Sorry Admiral Adama.

We fraked up.

Big time.

So now you know where we'll be...

Sitting hunched at the computer...

For 11, 42-minute-long episodes.

My Guy found this video today and it's hilarious and makes me feel like less of a fraking wackjob.

He and I are not alone.

Take a peek: (Don't worry about the fact that the video is 10 minutes long...Really, it's only the first few minutes that are funny to anyone who has gone off the edge binge-watching a series. The last half of the video is probably funny only to those who are you only have to commit to a few measly minutes...You can do it!! I know you can!! It's not like you have to watch 11 X 42 minutes in order for your life to have meaning again. A few measly minutes is nothing...NOTHING, I say!!)


And here's a pretty fall-ish picture to boost my page view count:

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The name's Wizard. Social Wizard.

So, as you may or may not know, I sometimes struggle with the fine art of making small talk...thinking on my feet isn't one of my strong suits. I'm really really bad at it. It's kinda why I write.

I also sometimes struggle with letting things go...including and especially my social blunders. I like to hold on tight to those bad boys and tuck them away somewhere nice and handy so they're real easy to grab if ever I get the urge to make fun of myself. 

Sometimes I like to laugh WITH myself. 

Other times I prefer to laugh AT myself.

 ...depends on my mood. 

For instance, the other day, I saw a friend who is experiencing some pretty major health issues and as I walked by I quipped, "Hey ----!! How're you doing?" 

...and quickly carried on my way, internally smashing myself on the forehead for asking such a dumbass question of this wonderful person who was very obviously NOT "doing" o.k.

 There's actually no laugh "at" OR "with" for that one and I've managed to beat myself up rather handily and have since sworn to change my "go to" social greeting/pleasantry to:

 "Hi ----!! Nice to see you!!"

...or something like that. 

If you have any other suggestions, please leave them in the comments below.

I would be most appreciative. 

I need all the help I can get :D

That social "oops" came right on the heels of another that happened last Friday, although the Friday one is one that I can very definitely laugh AT myself about. I've had more than several chuckles and head shakes since it happened.

Immediately after the fact, I thought to myself:

"Self, that's the kind of thing you used to write blog posts about when you used to write blog posts. You should maybe start writing again."

"Yeah, maybe...but who really gives a shit about reading about my social ineptness ...or would it be ineptitude??? hmmm dunno"

...and I left it at that. 

But now since I'm apparently writing again and I am STILL shaking my head and chuckling about it, I thought I'd write a fascinating post about it. 

Although instead of actually writing about it, I'm going to create a sort of photo essay using the screen shots of a text chat I had with my fravourite friend. She and I appreciate and understand each other's "quirks" and quite often share them as a form of entertainment and/or as a means to elicit support and compassion. 

We've been doing this for nearly 30 years. It's a good system.

So here it is:

 "Social Wizardry: A Photo Essay"
(I'm blue)

...and we then went on to have a rather intelligent discussion about the results of last week's provincial election. We aren't total self-absorbed wankers.

The End.

**oh, and as a note of explanation...the "I like your house" bit was a crack aimed at a line I used 25 years ago in an ill-fated effort to pick up a very handsome young man at a party he was throwing at his house.

In my defence, it WAS a cool house...

...and I DID like it.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

"She turned me into a newt!" ...and something kinda serious, too.

Hey!! Look what I nearly stepped on today!!!

Now, I know you all are thinking "What a cool looking salamander!!"....alas, Beloved Readers, you are incorrect.

You see, I, too, leapt to the conclusion that it was a salamander but when I got home, I immediately Google Image-searched "red salamander" only to find that I was mistaken. A red salamander is something entirely different.

Curious, I decided to broaden my limiting it somewhat...weird... and Google Image-searched "Ontario Salamander" and I learned that....

It is NOT a cool looking salamander.

It is a cool looking NEWT!!

No... not a N.E.W.T.... a NEWT....a N.E.W.T. is, again, something entirely different.

And it's not just any run of the mill kind of newt, it's so cool it actually has two names. It answers either to the ho-hum name, "Eastern Newt" OR to the fancier but rather obvious name, "Red-Spotted Newt".

And did you know that it is the only newt that lives in Central/South Ontario??

Well, to clarify, there's probably more than just this guy living in Central/South Ontario but the Eastern Newt/ RSN is the only species of newt that lives around here.

I thought that was pretty neat.

 I've seen loads of salamander but he's my one and only newt and I was moved to share my big news with you guys.

Don't mention are most welcome!!



p.s. I realize I haven't been around much over the past few months...

Holy Crap!! I just checked and I can't believe I haven't written anything since November! 


My bad.

My world has been a bit hectic and strange over the past year and the hectic strange stuff really ramped up from October onward, so in accordance with my own special brand of self-preservation, any of my downtime was spent being passively entertained.

I kinda slipped outta "Writer Mode" and found myself very solidly in "Reader Mode".

I've been reading voraciously. Some good stuff. Some crap stuff. But I read my brains out for six-ish months and it was fun :D

Oh...and I also discovered Netflix and got sucked down into THAT rabbit-hole. It's sooooo awesome...and wildly time-consuming.

Here we are now. Entertain us.

I won't go into some of the stuff that weighed me down but I will touch briefly on one thing because it's pretty important and most people don't know a whole lot about it and if even ONE person reads this and learns something new, then that is great.


My Guy has Lyme Disease.

And it sucks.

In a big bad way...and his story is nowhere near the worst I've seen.... but this thing has really kicked the crap out of him.

hmmmm....I've been sitting here for the past half hour trying to figure out how to explain it all and I'm just not sure where to go with it. I could try to tell his whole story but that would take a looooong time to write and it's confusing and convoluted and I don't think I'm up to the challenge.

I guess I'll take a stab at writing up my own explanation which will probably be confusing as hell so if you're interested in reading actual experts describe this just skip down to the blue link and it'll tell you all you need to know...


Most people know very little about this disease ...I know I didn't. I knew you got Lyme from a tick bite and dogs could get it too. I didn't know that it's an inflammatory disease.  If not caught and treated early, Lyme Disease can wreak havoc on almost every system in your body. It imitates many autoimmune diseases which makes diagnosis... to those not familiar with Lyme... pretty tricky. It can be mistaken for Rheumatoid Arthritis, MS, ALS, Chronic Fatigue, Fibromyalgia, Lupus, Crohn's,  HIV, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Huntington's...quite a list.

The thing is...while the symptoms of Lyme may mimic those diseases, most of which are incurable, if those symptoms don't respond to to the usual treatment or don't quite fit into what is "normal" for those diseases or nothing seems to help...and if Lyme is considered a possibility and it turns out it IS IS, in most cases, treatable with a long term course of antibiotics.

That's where the trouble starts.

Actually the trouble starts with the fact that most doctors don't know anything about Lyme other than a quick text book explanation and so, Lyme is rarely considered a possibility.

If you can actually convince your doc that you think you have Lyme and they send you for a blood test to "confirm" it, the testing in Ontario (and all of Canada) is horrifically unreliable, yielding many many false negatives and if that one test comes back negative...Lyme is ruled out. It doesn't matter if you present with all the symptoms of Lyme, diagnosis in Ontario is based strictly on one blood test. It will not be treated with only a clinical diagnosis.

It is next to impossible to get the treatment that is needed to cure Lyme. Doctors refuse to prescribe a long term course (3 months?? 6 months?? 1 year?? 2 years?? etc etc...until symptoms clear up) of antibiotics to Lyme patients.

The crazy thing is that they will prescribe them for HIV, TB, ocular rosacea (as will be explained later on) but for whatever reason, they will not for Lyme and if they DO...they will get their medical licence suspended.

This forces people to seek diagnosis and treatment in the US...and it is expensive and inconvenient and just plain old crappy.

It is the strangest, weirdest most frustrating thing.

This weirdo thing has turned me into a sort of half-assed conspiracy theorist and if I talk about for too long, I start sounding like a ranting zealot. And that's not cool.

The reason why I am desperate for people to learn about Lyme and how to prevent it and, failing that, how to recognize it and how to treat it, is the fact that the changing climate is allowing the tick population to move further north...up into our neck of the woods. I just want people to have a wee bit of knowledge.

Awareness is everything!!!

So, if you're still with me, please explore at least the first link and read what people who actually know what they're talking about explain why it's important to learn about Lyme:  <--- a great article in Maclean's that explains... coherently... what I've been trying to say.

The leader of Canada's Green Party, Elizabeth May, is this close to making significant changes in the diagnosis and treatment of Lyme. She is an angel. There's still a looooooong way to go ...but it's a start:

And here's a Nature of Things episode that delves into the Lyme Disease problem in Canada:

So...pretty please with sugar on top, do me a great big monster favour... learn about Lyme Disease and how to prevent it. It'd mean a whole lot to me.


p.p.s If you have any interest at all in reading about My Guy's particular story, I've written about it and I tried to be clear and concise in my story telling...I even used bullet points to make it look like I'm not rambling but really, it's just an excuse for me to not use proper sentence structure. I wrote this before I wrote anything else Lyme-related so there are a few redundancies...huh...weird.

If you're NOT interested in reading my horrible rambling writing....this is your final warning.

I hardly even proof-read it since I'm pretty sure most everyone has bailed by now. I'm just going to hit "Publish"

Head back!!

Before it's too late!!

Rough Timeline for My Guy's Lyme Journey

  • His jaw got sore. Really sore. Eating was painful chore. Was treated by a physiotherapist for TMJ for a few months but saw little to no improvement.
  • His fingers started to swell and his joints started to ache. He had a hard time getting dressed, brushing his teeth, climbing stairs, sitting down...pretty much everything.
  • Diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis...even though his symptoms didn't really fit the disease. One blood test indicated that it might be RA and the docs latched onto that and ran with it.Treated with the "entry level" meds but they didn't seem to work so they upped the ante and put him on a stronger drug and 2 days after the first full dose his world turned upside least that's how his brain saw it. He fell down in the bathroom and got a ambulance ride to hospital and was told he was suffering from an episode of "Profound Vertigo" and tinnitus and given a bunch of meds to help him "stabilize". The emerg doc thought it may have been a reaction to the injection he had for his arthritis and recommended that he try a different treatment. He was told it would take anywhere from days to weeks to months before it would go away.
  • Rheumatologist flatly disagreed that it was a reaction to the arthritis injection and directed him to stick to his weekly injection. He did it one more time. Ended up feeling worse than he did when he was in the hospital with any progress made was wiped out. He couldn't walk across a room by himself. I had to help him stand. The buzzing in his ears was relentless and he couldn't concentrate on anything. He was off work for a month.
  • During this time he had an appointment with his ophthalmologist for pre-existing and "unrelated" condition...(or at least we thought it was unrelated) and when the doctor heard about what had been going on, he asked two questions: "Have you spent much time in the woods lately?" (Yes...yes he had. We live in the woods and had been doing a ton of clearing up of dead wood) "Have you spent any time in southwest Ontario? " (Yes ...yes, he had...Each summer we spend a week camping in Long Point). The doc then implored him to get tested for Lyme Disease and when the standard Ontario test came back negative (which it did) he was to send blood samples to California to be tested for Lyme there. Also, he strongly suggested that he NOT take any more drugs that compromise the immune system...which is exactly what the methotrexate injection did. He guesses that once the immune system was turned down a few notches by the injections, the Lyme bacteria was given free reign over his body and went in to hyper-drive and the symptoms multiplied and worsened.
  • Rheumatologist, upon reflection, decided that what My Guy was suffering from was probably not RA because it was not responding to treatment the way RA typically does. Suggests that it could be MS and sets up an MRI to explore further....MRI shows that it isn't MS either. Rheumatologist emphatically refuses to consider Lyme as a possibility "This is NOT Lyme Disease. Chronic Lyme Disease does NOT exist!"
  • Found a local Lyme Literate Naturopathic doc who after taking note of all of the symptoms My Guy was presenting, told us that he had approximately 80% of the listed symptoms of Lyme and that it was his opinion that it WAS Lyme Disease and wanted to start a course of treatment right away...which meant either flying to BC for treatment or travelling to New York state (both options would be prohibitively expensive) to be treated because Ontario refuses to treat Lyme with an extended course of antibiotics. We did send blood to the lab in California and it came back positive for Lyme.
  • Yup...Positive for Lyme Disease 
  • a remarkable lucky twist of fate, the "drug of choice" in the treatment of Lyme is a very strong antibiotic called, Doxycycline, is also the drug that he had been prescribed one year previously to treat his ocular rosacea. After the initial two week course(in the fall of 2012) cleared up the ulcers on his corneas, he was told to take pill or two a week just to keep the ulcers at bay. He was probably going to have to do this for the rest of his life...So he had a prescription for Doxy (with many many repeats) to treat one condition but no one in Canada (except one Naturopathic Doctor in BC) would prescribe long term for Lyme...because long term antibiotic use is "bad"
  • Taking matters into our own hands, we did a big BIG no-no and, along with the protocol that the NatPath doc set up for him, My Guy started taking the Doxy at the recommended dosage to treat Lyme Disease...and slowly but surely, day by day, month by month, he started feeling better.
  • The full body inflammation and painful joints subsided "Your arthritis seems to have gone into remission." -says Rheumatologist. How strange...
  • The buzzing in his ears gradually stopped...mostly
  • He is able to stand  up and walk without feeling dizzy
  • He is able to stand for extended periods of time without need to hold onto something to prevent himself from falling
  • He is able to DO stuff
  • It's amazing!!!!
  • So, an extended course of antibiotics has cleared up most of his symptoms... and this is after being told by two Family Physicians, one Rheumatologist, one Infectious Disease Doc and one Neurologist that because that one (highly unreliable) blood test came back negative, he couldn't possibly have Lyme Disease and that there was no such thing as Chronic Lyme Disease.
  • These are the explanations we have received from the neurologist: a) He just must have a predisposition to inflammation(that has "mysteriously" gone into remission) b) the vertigo and tinnitus were most likely caused by an ear infection (which the Ear, Nose Throat specialist determined that it was not) and that 3) any of the cognitive difficulty he was having (which was LOTS...losing words, trouble concentrating, unable to complete sentences, memory loss, difficulty processing information and acting on it, difficulty with comprehensive reading) was because he was in pain because of the inflammation, and pain makes you tired and when you're tired you feel a little off....yeah...that's it...he's just been tired...???...  We even told the neurologist our top secret secret that he was taking the Doxy and he replied that it is thought that Doxy may have some anti-inflammatory properties and it really was just a coincidence that he was feeling better. Case Closed .... OR ... And this is my explanation: he could've been bitten by a bug that transmitted a bacteria that causes all the symptoms he was presenting and once proper long term antibiotic treatment was administered these symptoms started to subside. 
So, as it stands now, after 6 months of Doxy, he is feeling almost back to himself. He has been such a trooper and has stubbornly and stoically made his way through these challenging and frustrating and painful months and has done his best to not let Lyme run/ruin his life. He still has crappy days but on the whole he is feeling waaaaaaayyyy better.


 The kicker is that we can't even tell the other doctors that he's been taking the Doxy for Lyme or, more importantly, that it actually WORKED because ever since it was established that the medical community was refusing to consider Lyme as a possibility, we let the matter drop and haven't spoken of it again.

"Lyme Disease?? What Lyme Disease??"

We've wanted to stay under the radar because we are afraid that our "golden ticket"...the Doxy he is being prescribed for his eyes ...will be taken away if they find out he's using it to treat Lyme.

It can come back...if one little bacteria spirochete bastard is still floating around in his body...once treatment can come back. And we need that prescription.

Well that's it.

Fingers crossed that the nasty little bastards are on their way out...permanently.

I love you, Sweetie!! You've been a Rock Star!!

I'm gonna go curl up in bed and switch from "Writer Mode" back into "Reader Mode"....


Jamie and Claire!! I'm coming back!! See, I told you I wouldn't be gone too long.

Friday, November 29, 2013

I'm not a TOTAL hater...honest. maybe I hate a couple of Canadian songs from the '80s but I'm not a complete CanadianMusicaphobe. It's a real word. If you don't believe me...look it up.

Au contraire, mes amis!! See!! I'm even bilingual... I totally love Canada!!

I enjoyed a whole whack of Canadian music when I was young..... and restless. <---- see what I just did there?? Well, you would if you a true fan of Canadian music from the '80s, like me.

My tastes were a little diverse...

Along with almost every teenage Canadian girl in the '80s, I loved Corey Hart. I had a chance to go see him in concert but my dad wouldn't let me go because a teenage boy was doing the driving and he didn't trust teenage boy drivers...weird. Anyway, the boy I was supposed to go with took another girl...Thanks for nothin' Dad!!  Goddamn, Corey Hart was so adorable.


I loved the super awesomely cheesey Platinum Blonde....but that doesn't really matter. You're welcome for the chance for an awesome air drum solo. The lead singer looks just like my next door neighbour did...but she was/is a girl.

I loved Rush. My friend and I would sneak into her brother's room and listen to all his Rush albums and discuss the lyrics...we were so deep. Yeah right.

See...I loved TONS of Canadian song in the '80s. And there's waaaaay more...


You know what I feel comin' on??

I feel a comprehensive list comin' on...don't you??

So here is:

"A Kinda Comprehensive List of Canadian Songs from the '80s That I Loved"
by: squirrel_e_girl

  • One of my Favourites: "She Ain't Pretty" by Northern Pikes. I think it's hilarious.  (this one is from  1990...but I'm sneaking it in anyway)

  • Any song by The Grapes of Wrath, but probably this one the most... Peace of Mind

  • Any song by Blue Rodeo. I'm going with "Try". These guys are still one of my very very favourite bands.  Jim Cuddy is so dreamy...sort of a Woody from Toy Story/ Wayne Gretzky combo...but sexier.

  • Who doesn't love "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats?

  • Then there's "Heaven" by Bryan Adams. Everyone loves this song and if they don't then they have issues...big ones. Actually, the very first time I ever felt "old"was immediately after this song played on the radio and the announcer said "And that was an oldie but a goodie by Bryan Adams. Ten years ago this week, "Heaven" was released"...and I felt like someone put a (cuts like a) knife right straight from the heart of my youth...I was 23. "Heaven" was responsible for my awakening to the concept of the passage of time. This little explanatory blurb is grammatically indecent...but I'm leaving it as is.

  • I also loved anything by Spoons. They were the first band I ever saw in concert. My best friend and I took a bus all the way down to Barrie to see them. It's only 1/2 hour away...but we were 14 so it was kind of a big deal.  The keyboardist was a total babe and only now, as a mature grown up lady, can I fully appreciate the hotness of the bass player. She is even more of a total babe. My favourite song is "Arias and Symphonies" but I could only find a non-'80s version so I'm not going to showcase old people singing the songs of my youth. Instead, take a peek at "Nova Heart"'s pretty good, too. (if you really want to hear "Arias and Symphonies" click here and scoot to 19:07)

  • this one is a wee bit cheesier than the rest but I still loved it.  It's a song by Honeymoon Suite...who played in my high school's gym. These guys are the second band I saw live. The song is called "What Does it Take" and it reminds me of a boy I loved...*sigh*. BIG HAIR ALERT!!!

  • And, now for something completely different...David Wilcox. He's awesome. His songs, along with ACDC, provided the soundtrack to most Orillia high school parties back in the day. I could probably sing several of his songs word for word acapella ...THAT is how ingrained Wilcox is into my memory. I saw him, too, at a high school concert..he was a hoot. He might've even been drunker than some of the teenaged concert goers...and that's sayin' something. Although, at that particular concert, I think the vast majority of kids were on acid...present company excluded. Seriously, if you were to poll any/all people who were in attendance at that show, most would have to check the "yes" box after the " Were you on acid at the Wilcox concert at OD?".  Not me...I was just smashed...most likely on Southern Comfort and Cream Soda...yummy. Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago, my Sweetie and I had the good fortune of seeing Wilcox play live and I was wondrously surprised when he stepped on stage and started to sing. Quite frankly, I was expecting to be embarrassed for him. The man is 64 and has lived a HARD life of booze and drugs and I figured he'd be horrible...but he was the opposite of horrible. His voice was clear and crisp and his guitar playing was as sharp as ever. Super crazy impressive. Kudos to you, Mr. Wilcox. Here's "Riverboat Fantasy"...sing along with me, if you please:

  • This is another good one. "I'm an Adult Now" but The Pursuit of Happiness.

  • This song isn't one of my favourites, but this past summer, I did win two rounds of golf because I was able to name "The band and song name" on a radio contest called "The Blast from the Past". I feel it deserves an honourable mention. It's "Innocence" and it's by a band called Harlequin. Thanks for the golf, dudes.


Now...there are actually TONS more but I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead and I think I've firmly established the fact that I really DO love Canadian music of the '80s.

Now, Canadian literature....

That is definitely another story. 

A dark, dreary, depressing story. 

Don't even go there, sister.

Holy Shit!!!  Canadian authors are a morbid lot.

Although I do love Timothy Findley.

But he's a dark DARK bastard, too.

And I would FOR SURE lose my Orillian citizenship if I lumped Stephen Leacock in with everyone else... 

So, before I discover any burning bags of dog poop on my front porch...

I Heart Stephen Leacock.

And Gordon Lightfoot. (gotta cover all my bases)



Saturday, November 23, 2013

Thanks, Bruce Cockburn. I needed that.

I never... a million gajillion years

thought I'd have anything nice to say about Bruce Cockburn's music.

But, now I do.

You see, I was driving home from work today and this song came on the radio:

...and I started to COL (Chuckle Out Loud) to myself.

You see, waaaaaaaaaay back in the '80s, when this song first came out, I hated it.



Hated it.

It made me irrationally angry.

I'm talking, Teenager Irrationally Angry.

And that's pretty f**king irrationally angry.

The only thing that made me more irrationally angry than THAT song did, was THIS song :

Holy christ.

The songs are soooooooo loooooooooong and booooooooring and monotonous and stupid and repetitive and looooooooooong and boooooooooring and monotonous and stupid and repetitive.

They made me want to remove my eardrums with a pair of tweezers.

Now, I know that he's being all environmental activist-y and trying to raise awareness of a lot of shitty SHITTY things that go on in this crazy ol' world...and I do respect that.

I really do.


On top of that..

He's Canadian.


Goddamn, I hope I don't get my Canadian Card suspended for this bare-faced blasphemy. Fingers crossed.

Great job, Mr. Cockburn, fellow Canadian. I commend you on your efforts to save our beautiful planet.

...but could you please "do good" with better, less annoying songs??

Pretty please??

With a wee bit of organic stevia on top??

Back in the day, I seemed to have issues with certain Canadian songs of the '80s, because I also f**king HATED this one, by Luba:


It's stupid and super long, too.

Then there was THIS ONE, by The Parachute Club, that I think I probably hated more than the other three combined:


Anyhow, I'm a little off course.

Back to Bruce and why I'm grateful to him.

So, "If a Tree Falls"  was playing and I was chuckling, thinking back to my irrational teenage years and marveling at how violently perturbed that song made me (and if I'm completely honest, I still can't stand it) and how much those other songs bugged me, too, and I thought to my Self...

"Self, that sounds like some fun blog post fodder."

You see, what with one thing and another, I haven't felt particularly inspired and I've avoided my blog like it was someone knocking on my front door...

I've got another funny "someone knocking on my door" story ...maybe I'll write about that, too. We'll see.

And who woulda thunk that I could find inspiration in a stupid annoying long ass monotonous Bruce Cockburn song??

But I did.

And I'm writing about it.

Lucky you guys!!??


The End.

p.s. As a favour to you, I will also share the only other good thing about Bruce Cockburn, and that is this cover of "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" by The Barenaked Ladies:

You're welcome.

OH!! ok....FINE!!!!

I admit that, since becoming a grown up person, I have, on occasion, much to my teenage Self's chagrin, found myself inadvertently singing along to both the Luba song AND the Parachute Club song.


You caught me.

I still hate the Bruce Cockburn songs.

So there!!


It has been brought to my attention that I actually DO like an actual Bruce Cockburn song that is actually sung by Bruce Cockburn.


But I am a big enough squirrel_e_girl to admit it.

It's a really good song. It's sweet and happy and up-tempo.

It is written and performed by Bruce Cockburn.

And, I like it.

Here it is:

...I still hate the other Bruce Cockburn songs.

So there!!