Friday, May 9, 2008

Homeward Bound

We're headed off to Halifax this morning. We'll be staying at my folk's place. And as I've already arranged, I will stay one night at my Grandmother's house, to say a more personal goodbye. Most likely Saturday night.

Saturday we will be at the Funeral home, with the funeral being on Sunday ...Mother's Day. It's gonna be an emotional rollercoaster of a day for sure. We're thinking we'll actually take Mom out for dinner on Monday...

And then before we know it, we're back in Montréal on Tuesday aft, just in time for Mr's Doctor Appointment.

Thanks again to all of you, you know who you are. You're caring and support have been a real bolster for me and Didier, and I'll be sharing with my folks when we get home. (They already know about y'all from my Dad's chemo treatments)

The next time you hear from me I'll be Down East.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Angel

It's a sad day for my family.

It's a sad day for me.

As you know my maternal grandmother has been ill these past few months. On Monday night she was taken back to hospital from her recent arrival in a nursing home.

A couple weeks ago she had insisted that my Mother or Uncle take her home to pick up some summer clothes. They knew once she got inside that house she would not want to leave so they would not take her, instead went to pick up anything she wanted. We know now that she simply wanted to go home to die. That is where her husband passed on, and it's where her Mother had also passed on. It's where she wanted to meet her maker as well. I think, had she told them this directly they might have relented and taken her home, but being the cranky ass that she was so often in life, they only envisioned her not wanting to leave and causing a commotion. I only hope she forgives them for not taking her home.

She had been recently suffering from abdominal pain. At the hospital on Tuesday morning, the Doctors said it was likely a perforated stomach, or cancer, or both, they couldn't say for certain. My grandmother knew what was going on, where she was, and where she stood. Having been a Nurse for many a year, she knew.

She bluntly refused any diagnostic procedures, surgery or treatment that would prolong her time on Earth. She was ready to go. I think it takes a very strong soul to say, "I am ready to go, please do not interfer." That she was conscious, my Mother and Uncle could not over rule her decision. They put her on an IV drip and administered morphine to aleve the pain.

By Tuesday afternoon she was in a deep sleep. One she would only wake from for a few minutes that day.

- - -

Today as a part of my grieving process, one that begines often before the physical loss, I decided that I was going to ask N@ to play a song for my Nan on her request nooner show. Knowing the Mix's music dept as I do I thought I'd better do some checking first (It's incredible, but the Mix only had 6 CD's and only one untouched by Timbaland. So you really have to check if they have the song you want. ) I asked her to check if they had Angel by Sarah McLachlan, to which she replied yes, but that it had only been played a day or so ago on the show, so would not be in rotation again for a while. So as a second check I asked about Angel, by the Eurythmics. She said they had it and that it would be played today.

I replied back quickly asking that it not be played that I was only checking in advance, but it had already been put into today's show and by this point it was only 15 mins or so to air time. So I said, that would be fine to play it. I forgot to ask her to mention it was a dedication, but then in retrospect, it didn't matter because I know my Nan knew. 1000 kms away, in her hospital bed, I know she knew.

The song aired at 12:10 pm. I send a quick thank you to N@ then after the song played I went out of the office for a few minutes. On my return at 1:30 pm there were two phone messages; one from my Mother and another from my Father. I called my Mom who was on her way to the funeral home. Nanny had passed away at 12:31pm.

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I'm going to miss her terribly, as I miss all of my Grandparents. I love all my Grandparents, but she was, I have to say the closest to me, I think in part because we were so similar. Our birthdays were only 6 days apart. We shared the same passion for gardening. We both are more opinionated than is really good, we know, we both just don't care. We both nurtured a very healthy fantasy world (it's what we Pisces do so well) We are both emotional, and love hard.

I'd like to share a couple of pictures of the old bird... I'm hoping they are some of her favourites, they are some of mine...

This first one was taken in 1931. She was 18 at the time. It was at her family home in West Dover, Nova Scotia. Pictured with her is her dog Whisky and her older sister Beulah.


This next photo is taken in 1941, again at West Dover. This is her family portrait. The Newburys. My Grandfather Cyril, my Nan, my Uncle George and my Mother Gloria.


This next pic is from Christmas 1961, a mere 8 years before I landed on Earth. If you look closely you will see her little friend Timmy the Budgie sitting on her shoulder. As both my Mother and Nan have told me, this was how they would often be in the living room listening to music.



And this last photo, was taken on October 19th 2007. Didier and I had gone to Halifax for a belated Thanksgiving, to spend time with my parents (Dad had just started 6 month course of chemo for lymphoma) , and to visit with my grandmother who was in hospital. It brings me such unparallelled joy that this woman, who at 94 years of age and having really, never spoken a word with my directly of my 'persuasion' so unabashedly accepted, welcomed and loved Didier. She never ceased to amaze me with the love she could give, but even this was beyond the top for me. It was, truly one of the happiest days of my life. I'll never for get it, as I will never forget her.


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I didn't realize just how appropriate and profound the lyrics were to the song that N@ played today until just now as I checked them online...

ANGEL
by the Eurythmics.

Underneath this canopy of snow
Where fifty-seven winters
Took their toll
Where did you go?

And I believed in you
I believed in you
Like Elvis Presley
Singing psalms on a Sunday
(Where did you go?)

Well she's gone to meet her maker
Back to where she came from
Come to save her soul...
Come to save her soul...
Come to take her home
'Cause it's late and past
Your bedtime
Well past bedtime

Angel
My angel
Fly over me
Angel...

She took her life
Within her hands
She took her life
Within her own two hands
And no-one can tell her
What to do now

And I believed in you
I believed in you
Like Elvis Presley
Singing live from Las Vegas
(Where did you go?)

Well she's gone to meet
Her maker
Back to where she came from
Come to save her soul...

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I love you Nan.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Exit, stage left - History repeating itself

November 15th 2006 MARIO Lopez and KARINA SMIRNOFF are eliminated.

May 6th 2008 MARIO and KARINA SMIRNOFF are eliminated.


You'd think that any superstitious person woulda seen this one comming a mile away...

As way of public service to Karina, here's a suggested list of Clebrities, Althletes, Polititians etc she way wish to avoid in the coming season[s] of Dancing with the Stars:

-Mario, Nintendo mascot
-Mario, American R&B singer
-Mario Aerts, professional cyclist from Belgium
-Mario Ančić, men's professional tennis player from Croatia
-Mario Andretti, American race car driver
-Mario Batali, American chef
-Mario Been, Dutch football (soccer) player and manager
-Mario Benedetti, Uruguayan journalist, novelist, and poet
-Mario Berlinguer, lawyer
-Mario Bezzi, Italian entomologist
-Mario Botta, architect
-Mario Capecchi, Italian-American scientist
-Mario Caserini, Italian film director
-Mario Cipollini, professional road cyclist from Italy
-Mario Condello, australian gangster
-Mario Cuomo, former governor of New York
-Mario del Monaco, Italian tenor
-Mario Dumont, Québec politician
-Mario Elie, retired basketball player
-Mario Frangoulis, Greek tenor
-Mario Gentile, former municipal politician in Toronto
-Mario González, Mexican boxer
-Mario Jean, a stand-up comedian and film and television actor from Quebec, Canada
-Mario Kummer, East German track and road cyclist and manager
-Mario Lanza, Italian American opera tenor and Hollywood movie star in the 1950s
-Mario Armando Lavandeira Jr., better-known as Perez Hilton, celebrity gossip blogger (no, wait... this would actually BE a good choice!)
-Mario Lemieux, Québec retired professional ice hockey player
-Mario Lopez, actor and television host
-Mario Matthias, drummer for the German indie rock band blackmail
-Mario Maurer, Thai actor and model
-Mario Melchiot, Former Chelsea and Birmingham, Dutch international football (soccer) player
-Mario Mendoza, former Major League Baseball infielder
-Mario Mijatovic, Croatian football (soccer) player
-Mario Monicelli, Italian director and screenwriter
-Mario Monti, businessman
-Mario Monticelli, Italian chess player
-Mario Napolitano, Italian chess player
-Mario Piu, Italian DJ
-Mario Puzo, author
-Mário Sabino, Brazilian judoka
-Mario Salieri, Italian porn director
-Mario Sammarco, Italian operatic baritone
-Mario Sandoval, singer-songwriter member of the Mexican Pop duo Lu
-Mario Savio, American political activist
-Mario Scaramella, Italian lawyer
-Mario Soldati, Italian film director
-Mario Sorrenti, Italian American photographer
-Mario Sperry, heavyweight martial artist from Brazil
-Mario Stanić, former Croatian soccer player
-Mario Testino, Italian Peruvian photographer
-Mario Tremblay, Québec professional ice hockey player and coach
-Mario Vazquez, former American Idol 4 contestant and singer
-Mario Williams, American football player
-Mario Winans, R&B singer
-Mario Zagallo, Brazilian football player and coach

Did I miss anyone?

Fingers crossed

Got a call from Mom this morning. (calls at 6:30 in the morning are never good) My Nan is back in hospital. It's not looking good. Perforated stomach, or cancer, or both, they can't say for certain at this point. Regardless, she is refusing surgery, so the next call I get might not be good.

I know she's 94 and she's lived a full life, but I'm not done with my Grandmother yet, so she can't go.

If you've got a bit of positive energy can you spare, send it to IC in the palliative car unit at the Halifax Infirmary, there's an old broad that could use it.

Thanks.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Dear Carrie Ann and Bruno... part two (the bitch is back)

Apparently I was not clear the other week in my letter to the two of you. I'm not sure how I could possibly be any clearer than:
"Please.
Shut.
The.
Fuck.
Up."

I can only guess that it was the politeness of my request. The word 'please' I guess, was rather confusing to the two of you. So, with that in mind, allow me to be a little more direct...

Hey fucktards skank judges. Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up now. Shut the fuck up tomorrow night. Shut the fuck up next week. Shut the fuck up next season. Just, Shut the fuck up.

You're as useful as tits on a bull. You're phenomenally rude, consistently reward poor performances and have your smoke blowing lips so far up the pretty people's asses that it looks like the dancers are blowing smoke rings outta their own lips.

Giving Christian scores of 10 is just truly beyond the pale. You pathetic lame ass, douchenozzle asstards. Yes, he did well and deserved a bit of praise for continuing because of his injury, but those dances were not perfect, with or without an injured arm. And to try and state as you did, on live international TV that it "didn't show" only makes you look like the fuckity ducks that you are. Just like how Priscilla Presley's facial expressions were "remarkable"... She's only got one fucking expression and that's "Dude! What the fuck?! Help me, my face is fucking frozen."

...which brings me back to you: Skankalina and Skankisimo...

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DROP THE FUCK DEAD.

DIE ALREADY.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

DIE DIE DIE!

Thanking you in advance,

Misster-Kitty.

PS, since I already know that my aforementioned requests will be ignored, here's a thought... maybe you two could let Len finish ONE critique without interrupting him. Huh? Coulda? Maybe? huh?

Quote of the week (20)

OK, it's been a LONG while I know... move on...

- - -

Over heard in the Men's Room today at Lunch...

"Cookie, is that you?"

OK, Not so much 'overheard' [by me], as spoken by me. But it WAS over heard by some guy at the urinals, and I'm sure he feared for himself as I was in full on swish when I spoke...

Cookie is an old friend of mine (Alex Tsang) whom I have not seen in about 4 years! When I was exiting the men's room today he was entering... I recognized that face and instead of doing the polite thing and saying "Alex, is that you?" Cookie just tumbled outta my gay leopard print hand bag of a mouth. I mean you call a person "Cookie" for 7 years and that's all you know, ya know?!

WHY "Cookie"? Well, he's younger than the rest of us, smaller than the rest of us, sweet as all get out and WAY MORE innocent, nay, naive than, well, 99.9 % of the world population. I should really post on a couple of the more classic pranks we did to him...

Anyhoo, it was a riot running into him here in the washroom... He's just started working for another of the Divisions here in the head office.

SMALL WORLD

Mimi and Florence.

Two and a half weeks ago I felt as if I were on my death bed, (as you will recall) and Didier was there, nursing me along the way.

Well, now it's my turn. :-) and I go there willingly.

Didier has been under the weather for over 2 weeks now. It started back on Friday April 18th. He'd been coughing, congested and fevered for a couple days and by that Friday, he was down for the count. He called in sick to work, made a Dr's appointment for Saturday and went back to bed. On Saturday the Dr said "Flu"... and so he took it easy, bed rest, Tylenol and lots of cough syrup and juice... He stayed home on the following Monday and grudgingly went back on Tuesday, based on deadlines and workloads he felt compelled to complete.

Slowly but surely he was improving during the week, but no great leaps made. By the weekend of the 26th/27th we were now both sick, coughing constantly, in tandem so it seemed so that sleep had become a thing of the past.

By Wed the 30th we actually both seemed to be noticeably improving. That was short lived however...

We went over to our friends Jason and Franco's place for "Ugly Betty Night" a double feature this week of not only U-B but also LOST, as neither Didier or I saw last weeks episodes and our friends kindly PVR'ed em. Along with five other friends, (we were nine in total, and of that nine, five of us were under the weather. Curse the psycho warm\cold weather) So it was BBQ-steaks and two Ugly Bettys, a little bit of coughing,a few drinks and some homemade cantelope ice cream, then the first LOST (the previous week's taped episode) At 9:50pm we thanked out hosts again for a wonderful meal, evening and taping U-B and LOST and quickly scurried home to catch the current evening's episode (thankfully, living 2 blocks apart allows for such timely exits and entrances...)

By 11:00pm Didier was decidedly a bit sicker, and running another fever. By Friday morning he was having difficulty breathing; his chest was very tight, he was coughing and choking and now running a fever of 103.7'F (39.8'C) He called into work 'dead'. Having to leave for work, I left strict instructions: "Go see your Doctor this morning, and if he's not available go to Emergency."

I got a call at work by about 11:30am or so, he'd just got back home from the Emergency at St-Luc and it was confirmed... Pneumonia. 2 weeks of antibiotics*. Not good, but coulda been worse I guess... I mean he didn't need to be hospitalized. (Thankfully.)

I got home on Friday evening, checked in on my little guy who had by now perfected his Mimi imitation from La Boheme (heh) and aside from juice and ice water and the odd Tylenol, had been and continued to work on his transformation into a Bat and sleep in 'the cave' (a.k.a. master bedroom) I passed out myself on the living room sofa, tired as much from the week's work as my own nagging cough. I got up periodically to check on Mimi, get a new fever reading and fill the ice in his glass.

8:30am Saturday I got Mimi up and prepared to get him to see the Doctor (an appointment he made before going to the Emergency, just in case that didn't pan out... you can only wait in a stuffy Emergency room waiting room so long). We cabbed the whole 6 blocks down Rene-Levesque and waited til 10:40am for his 9:50am appointment. Within a few minutes of seeing the Dr, answering a few questions and asking a few of our own, Doctor wrote a note excusing Mimi from work til the 16th. Bed-rest and little else on the agenda.

By 11am we were back home and I got Mimi a little something to eat (the first food since Thursday night), he took his minivans , er I mean antibiotics, and was sent back to bed.

After making a quick list I was off to the Grocery Store collecting what foods Mimi requested along with some Ensure and a little extra soup, soup and soup... By the time I got back home I had morphed into full-on Florence Nightingale-mode, to match his Mimi-mode.

The remainder of the weekend included much sleeping, pill taking and fever by good-patient Mimi. Sleep, checking in on Patient Mimi, and movie-watching** by faithful Florence.

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I can't help but wonder how a parent feels when one of their children is sick. I mean, there's only so much you can do. You can check on them a million times an hour, wish and hope that they get better quick, cater to their wants and needs and still after all of that, feel completely ineffectual, 110% useless and incapable of doing enough to actually improve their condition...

I checked on Didier as often as I thought would just border under the line of acceptable - show my concern and readiness to help, while not raising his blood pressure by hounding him. You want them to rest, but you want to be sure whatever they need, you're getting for them as soon as possible. Asking questions while trying not to ask too many and upset them. Putting food in front of them, asking them, telling them to eat,they have to eat, when you know damn well when you're sick you don't have an appetite and being told to eat just makes it worse.

So yea... I don't have any kids, and I'm glad, 'cause I don't think I have the heart to see them sick. Dealing with the one you love, who's also a grown adult is hard enough, because there's nothing more retching to your hear-strings than when someone you love is ill. If it were a little child, my heart would completely break.

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...and how was your your cold, wet and windy weekend?

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Mimi is convalescing peacefully this week, Florence will run a double-feature at Lantheus Medical Imaging during the day and nurse Patient-Mimi evenings.

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* not so much pills as small minivans. Bright Yellow and in pairs. 'Cause really, why try and swallow one Minivan when you can swallow two!?!

** Florence can now recite whole segments of dialogue from Beauty Shop which appeared to run 24-7 over the weekend (in reality he only watched it 3 times) He also realizes he really enjoys a Queen Latifah flick... (Last Holiday, being tried and true) Also on his list of features: Monster House, Meet the Robinsons (twice) Music and Lyrics, The Jerk and The Hunt for Red October (not necessarily in that order).

Friday, May 2, 2008

MY Lost Island.

Do you watch LOST?

Are you feeling MORE LOST that the people on the Island? I know I am.

I love the show, even with the remaining shorter seasons, and this season's delay and then strike imposed hiatus and then even shorted number of episodes... I guess it's just expecting too bloody much that they'd start clearing up a few things rather than convolute things more....

And WHYYYYYYYYYY don't people shoot the asstards when they have a chance? It seems they are so fickle when it comes to shooting someone and then... not so much. Case in point: When Martin Keamy has a gun to Alex' head (Ben's not-daughter) and threatens to kill her, either Sawyer or Locke could have easily picked him off... and yet they do nothing and allow Ben to do even less than nothing and see Alex shot-dead. Cut to a flash-forward scene a few minutes later and Sayid assassinates some guy he doesn't even know, based only on a comment Ben makes that the guy was actually only NEAR where Sayid's wife was killed. (we have no idea if the guy actually had anythign to do with it... only that Ben, wants the guy dead... which really means very little)

WHY are they only trigger happy when it makes things MORE complicated, rather then seriously thinning the herd when the targets are complete pricks, bastards and psychos ?!?!?!?

Honestly, I really wish this story and islandwere real and I were there. I think at this point there would likely only be myself and maybe a handful of other people left alive on the island:

-Me
-Rose (She always has the best lines and best 'tude looks)
-Bernard (a bit of a dweeb, but hey, Rose sees something in him right?)
-Danielle (I love me some crazy French!) ;-)
-Alex (2nd generation crazy French)
-Carl (2nd gen crazy French needs a hobby)
-Sun (DUDE! She's preggers... and she has a good sense of what's evil and not)
-Jin (Who else is gonna talk all Korean to Sun... besides he's kinda hot)
-Claire (Arron's mommy)
-Arron (Claire's baby)
-Charlie (1- he's a musician and we all need to be entertained, 2- he's sorta Arron's adopted Daddy and 3-hot)
-Hugo (c'mon... it's Hugo! ...and worse comes to worse and we have to resort to cannibalism... he's at least a good solid month of meat and if not and if we get off the island, he's a mega millionaire! okay, okay, and the guy is just nice)
-Libby (She's Hugo's lady... and again, I like me some crazy)
-Sayid (hot)
-Desmond (hot and Scottish accent. .. that's soo sexy)
-Sawyer (yup... hot. OK, I know, it's a sad trend... but HEY! it's a 'deserted' island)
-Vincent the dog (wuf wuf)

Pretty much everyone else... gone. Either because they were particularly evil, particularly stupid, or particularly annoying... or all of the above.

Plain to see....MY Lost Island would be a lot more happy.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Chewy White Rabbits!



White Rabbits!

White Rabbits!

White Rabbits!