Monday, October 8, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Canadian Dance Moves!
Love this video!
Carry the 24
Skip the Goose Poop
and Scrape the Windshield
are my favourites!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Dreaming of Japan
As a little girl my parents traveled to Japan. My dad, a successful businessman in the photographic industry, was invited to go with the Canadian government on some sort of industry tour. I was about 7 so honestly I don't really remember all the details. What I do remember is that on their return, my Mom had gained a deep love for Japanese culture, art and food. They brought back beautiful art work, kimonos, Japanese dolls and other items as souvenirs. If we were celebrating something special, we would head to Toronto to one of the authentic Japanese restaurants for dinner. As a result, I have a strong appreciation and affinity to all things Japanese.
I dream of one day going to Japan. There are many destinations on the list, including Morocco, New Zealand and the Galapagos Islands but Japan is number one!
My good friend Stephanie was visiting me last weekend. She toured Japan a few years ago as part of a cultural exchange home-stay program. During her visit the topic of Japan came up. She's planning to go back again this April. By the end of the conversation we had decided that I should go too!
There are still lots of details to finalize but right now I am tentatively planning for two weeks in Japan in early April - just in time to see the cherry blossoms! One week would be spent as part of a home-stay in Kariya, Japan, a smaller city in central Japan that will enable day trips to Kyoto and other areas and then the following week Stephanie and I would travel to other parts of Japan and maybe Korea on our own.
Sounds amazing right? As I mentioned nothing is confirmed yet but I felt it was best to put it out there into the universe that I AM going to Japan. Now I just have to make it happen!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Is my mother losing It?
Those of you who know me well would know the story of the time a few years ago when my parents couldn't reach me on the phone (I had had a migraine the night before and turned the ringer off of the phone - then forgot to put it back on later) and because it was out of character for me to not answer the phone on a work night, progressively, later and later in the evening when they knew I should have been home - they called the police.. Yes I awoke to pounding on the door at 2 am by the police. They spoke to me through the door and told me to call my mother. Once I was on the phone to her I knew it was legit and had to open the door and let the cops in - so they could see that I was o.k. and nobody was holding me against my will.
In retrospect I know that this was around the time of the home invasions that were taking place in our region by Russell Williams - who was doing a series of home invasions on single women and assaulting them, eventually progressing to killing two women. Fortunately the sick bastard is rotting in jail now. But back then, I don't even think we knew that it was going on or that there was a sicko in the community preying on single women - the police did but they hadn't made that info public yet. Regardless, my mother was beside herself with worry that night...because she couldn't reach her then 40 year old daughter....Yes, this is true...this actually happened. I can laugh about it now but at the time, not so much. Perhaps I can finally top this story with the incident that happened last night.
So I need to give a bit of background info to explain the scenario.
Once a year I teach a professional development course for the Ontario Museum Association. They send me to a different location each time. This year I was in Toronto.
Since I was going west I booked a few days extra off my regular job and took the opportunity to visit my family . My parents/family all live past Toronto in Niagara region. This is about an 1.5 hour drive south west of Toronto so I was able visit them and leave my dog with them to care for while I was in the city for the course. Before I left them for Toronto I had a brief visit with my sister, who I really don't get to see often enough. We made arrangements to met up at the Niagara Chapters Bookstore and Starbucks on my way back to my parents after my course had wrapped on Friday night. I told my parents these plans on Monday night, before I left to go to the city.
The course ended Friday at 5 pm. I spent about an hour chatting with colleagues, packing up my supplies and loading my car. By 6 pm I was ready to get on the road but really didn't want to face the rush hour on the highways. I told my parents this timing before I left and indicated that I would grab a bite to eat and wait a bit before getting on the roads.
I went to IKEA, had a nice little shopping experience in their housewares section (always my favourite part). We don't have an IKEA in Belleville so it was an enjoyable way to pass a bit of time. I had dinner in their restaurant, paid for my purchase and went back to my car. I texted my sister my estimated time of arrival at chapters/starbucks and got on the highway.
I met up with my sister about 8:45, we browsed the bookstore and then sat out on the patio sipping chai lattes and chatting. We lost track of time and before we knew it it was 11:30 pm . We got in our cars and started to drive away when suddenly my sister pulled over her car and flagged me down. Her partner, Sam, had called her as she was pulling out of the parking lot. She said "Call mom immediately... they've been looking for you. They've called the POLICE."
WTF?
Somehow a giant miscommunication happened. Either that or my mother is completely losing her mind. My mother did not remember me telling her I was going out with my sister after my course. She says I was to have been home at 6:30 for dinner. I can honestly tell you we never discussed dinner - it was physically impossible for me to be home at that time.
When I didn't arrive home they called the hotel I was staying at. I checked out at 8:36 this morning - the last record anybody had of me. They tried my cell phone - it just said the customer is not available - they must of had the wrong number - I have to look into this still - as my phone was on and never rang once and furthermore, I have voice mail. My mother decided, against my father's wishes, to call the Police.
The Ontario Provincial police looked up my license plate to see if I'd been involved in a traffic accident and when they found nothing they told her to call the Toronto Police. The Toronto Police had nothing. They told her to call the Niagara Police - they decided that they would come out and take a MISSING PERSONS report on me.
That was when my mother called my sister's house - because she couldn't bear to file a missing person's report without somebody else with her - since in my mother's words later "Your Father was being an asshole and telling me I was being paranoid." she was in HYSTERICS by this point. Of course, my BIL new exactly where I was and contacted my sister immediately.
So at 11:45 last night I was on my cell phone on the side of a busy road talking to my mother who was freaking out, sobbing and unable to even communicate. I was home 15 minutes later. By then my Dad had called off the police - they still did a report - I had to tell them exactly where I was so they could finish it off.
When I got home Mother was still sobbing. At first she clutched me to her, hugging me. Then she pushed me away and actually turned her back on me and faced the corner by the door, resting her head against the wall and sobbing even more. She couldn't look at me. She was overwrought but also I think a trifle embarrassed. I was up with her until 2:30 am trying to calm her down.
I said to her "Mom, when I can't find you for 4 or 5 hours I don't call the police." She said that this was different. Why? Because she had a bad feeling. Because she thought I was coming home for dinner and then didn't. Because that was not at all like me to do something like that and not be where I said I would be. Because I am precious to her and she couldn't bear it if something had happened to me. Because the traffic in toronto is insane and you always hear about terrible accidents. I could go on and on and on with her rationale.
I am still reeling from it all.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Rant because an irresponsible dog owner/neighbour is really pissing me off
My next door neighbour's teenage daughter brought an 8 week old puppy home last week. Needless to say her mother was not having it and made her find a new home for the dog. She gave it to the neighbour on the other side - a young couple, both about 20 years old, that had just moved in the week before. My first impression is that this pair are total idiots.
So on the weekend they had a friend over with a huge German Shepherd. It stepped on the puppy and the puppy broke it's leg. The couple took the puppy to the "cheapest vet" they could find and learned that the bill would be over $1000 so they left without seeking treatment for the leg.
I got involved when my neighbour asked for advice on how to get this puppy away from the couple and get some medical help. I am so disturbed by this and ready to call in the Humane Society because withholding this treatment is classified is animal cruelty. I spent most of the evening counselling my neighbour on how to get these kids to surrender the dog to a rescue organization that could treat the leg and then foster it until it is adopted. I got all the contact info - sent it all out, All this work just to have a plan of action pulled together in order to present these kids with their options. she contacted the rescues and only now I find out they will not take the puppy because it is a pitty mix. An important piece of the puzzle that nobody told me. Pit Bull type dogs are illegal in Ontario. All this work and back to square one. No rescue organization based in our province will even touch the dog. So now we are trying a pit bull rescue group based in Quebec - they transport dogs out of Ontario. Also I'm told our local Humane society may take the puppy as long as it might pass for some other mix - perhaps husky/lab - and with no reference of pit bull upon surrender. .
This is getting sadder and sadder - the couple won't treat the dog, the dog could potentially be permanently damaged or have a limp or eventually require amputation if untreated. Or he could be euthanized if I lodge a complaint of animal cruelty because it is a banned bred. What to do, what to do, what to do.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Incredible Miniature Food Sculptures | Colossal
http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2012/04/incredible-miniature-food-sculptures/
These miniatures look good enough to eat!
These miniatures look good enough to eat!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Singing on the moon
If I was on a space mission to the moon, I'd want to sing an skip around too! This is a recording from the Apollo 17 mission to the moon.
"Dum de dum dum dum"
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