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Friendship is Magic and/or Mental Health

I was thinking about the title Friendship is Magic, and while it may not really be magic, it can grant you mental health – which is pretty darn close.  Friends keep you grounded, they kick you in the pants when needed, and provide support when no one else can.  A good friend is like having a mental health provider on your speed dial.  And that, my friends?  That really is magic!

I’ve been stressing out about this whole ear issue of mine (and if you could hear the voice in my head, you’d note I said issue in the very proper British form where you hear the S sound vs the American ishu which is why it appears in italics.  Because while I’m Canadian, and we SHOULD pronounce everything in the proper British way, American English has ended up rather prevalent.  So you KNOW I’m taking pains to bring attention to a word when I pronounce it – even in my head – properly).  I’ve been worrying about the possibility of long term effects, and whether or not I’ll be able to continue with some of my very favourite things.  My health has taken a lot from me over the years, and the idea that something else may be taken away is a whole lot to digest.  When I brought this up with her, she reminded me that while some of my symptoms may be explained by the Eustachian Tube Disorder (and therefore possibly scary and somewhat permanent) that the severity of these same symptoms could be related to other related problems that are just as likely temporary.  Which means while I’m taking a break from one particular favourite activity right now, that things may still get better and I may be able to get back in the saddle (as it were) before too terribly long.  Without a good friend in whom I could confide, I’d still be stressing myself into a tizzy.  I still have a twinge of worry, but I’m definitely feeling better.  Friendship is Magic when it comes to Mental Health!

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Oh!  See http://howjsay.com/index.php?word=issue to hear the difference in pronunciation.  😉

In the face of injustice, will you sit or stand?

Another evening spent at my parents place, going through boxes.  Got grades six, seven, and eight finished…  and started on my boxes from high school.  One little treasure I felt was worth sharing was this:

"the ultimate question"

If you can’t read it, it says:

The ultimate question.

You can sit in silence and just watch as things happen

and have no friends, save a few.

Or you can stand up and make people take notice

and have a few friends, and a few enemies.

To sit or to stand – that is the question.

That little tidbit from a very young yours truly, was dated June 1992…  Almost twenty years ago.

I’ve never been the type to sit quietly by.  I speak my mind.  I make sure I am heard.  And yes, my refusal to stay silent, my refusal to disappear definitely earns me a place on a few “naughty” lists.  But it’s just who I am, apparently it’s who I’ve always been.  Though, thankfully, my spelling and prose have improved greatly since then.  😉

I remember writing articles for our school paper, things that got me in trouble with some teachers and faculty.  Writing about discrimination within the school, perpetrated by staff.  I just couldn’t keep quiet.  I couldn’t sit on things that needed to be said.  No-one else seemed to have a problem watching things happen, but even back then I’d call people on their actions, make them be accountable.  I figured someone had to.  It’s something I made a habit of, and while it may have gotten me into some trouble, it’s a habit I still have.  I simply can’t abide a bully.

So…  to sit or to stand?  It’s not really a question for me, and I wish it weren’t a question for others.  Our voices are needed.  If anything is ever to change, our voices are required.

A Playdate for Puppies and People!

As I’d mentioned a while ago now, we had hopes of heading out for a puppy (and people) playdate with my friend Yolanda.  Unfortunately we got rained out and had to postpone.  Fortunately, the weather was perfect today.  🙂  And, as promised, I tried to be less of a hovering mother hen, and more of a stand-back-and-take-photos kinda gal.  So without further ado, our family playdate:

Thank you so much for having us all over Yolanda.  It really was a fabulous afternoon, and a much needed break from all the overtime hours I’ve been putting in lately.  🙂  Very much looking forward to doing it again soon.

Catching up. :)

Okay, here’s the last several days.

The Ninth – The wee girlie waits in the front yard for her Pop Pop to pick her up for an overnight at the lake.

Waiting for Pops.

The Tenth – Jennifer and Jacob’s wedding.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…  I HATE shooting posed portraits.  They are lifeless and stale.  Not at all my style.  But it was their wedding day, and posed portraits are what they wanted.  Who am I to argue?  So I smiled and laughed with them as I arranged the traditional wedding portraits, one, after another, after another…  I started getting a little buggy…  so I flipped them around.  LMAO  It made things much more fun.  😉

Say Cheese!

The Eleventh -“I can do it myself Mommy.  I don’t need your help.”  Here’s the wee girlie, putting in a quiet time DVD without my help.  😉  And for those who are wondering, it’s Slim Pig…  on loan from the library.

"I can do it!"

The Twelfth – The beginnings of Lily-Ann’s “Strawberry Day” dress.

Strawberry Day is the wee girlie’s birthday.  I’ve called her my little strawberry since the day she was born… and so it just seemed like a natural to refer to her birthday as Strawberry Day.  This year she has requested a princess party.  Two of her favourite things right now are princesses and excavators…  a princess party is much easier than an excavator party so I wasn’t about to argue.  😉  That said, we needed a princess dress, complete with sparkles and tulle galore.  It should be quite lovely.  I’ve devoted two evenings to it so far, and easily have another full one ahead.  I can be so domestic at times that I scare myself.  LMFAO

The beginnings...

The Thirteenth – Mommy’s Day!

Yep, I took a lunch date with a couple of my dearest friends today.  Damon is home on holidays for the next couple of weeks and was here to watch the wee girlie…  so when asked, I jumped at the chance.  It’s not to often I get time like this to visit with friends.  So here we are; Jenn, Susan, and myself (of course they stuck me out front) heading back home after a great lunch.  A much needed treat that I’m very appreciative of.  Thanks so much Susan, thanks so much Jenn.  I love you guys.  Today meant a lot.  🙂

Girlfriends!

So… there we are.  All caught up.  Take care everyone, and don’t forget to tell those who matter most to you that they make a difference in your life.  It’s always a good thing to hear, and something many of us don’t take the time to say enough.

Night.

Leave the politics at the door.

Pride Week is one of my favourite weeks of the year.  In Saskatoon the organizers and volunteers put on event after event, and they just keep getting bigger and better.  So many hours, so many dedicated people, all working together with a common vision.

We make a point of getting out to at least a few Pride events every year.  We always have an amazing time, and love being surrounded by such incredible people – all devoted to diversity.  This years PRIDE week was no exception.  We had a lovely time at the family day in the park, at the second annual Welcome to the Gaybourhood block party, and today marching in the parade and then celebrating with everyone at the community stage.

This year, a couple different politicians were invited to speak before the stage was opened up for the incredible musical line up.  And honestly?  There is a reason folks hate politicians.  This event is not about politics, and it’s not about scoring brownie points that can be redeemed at election time.  I was so disappointed with the MLA who was invited to represent our provincial government…  actually, I was beyond disappointed.

The NDP MLA made a point of recognizing the very few NDP representatives who were present (including mentioning one MLA who had ALREADY LEFT despite the fact that the event had only just begun).  He encouraged people to vote NDP.  And then went on to blast the current Sask Party government.  Personally, I found this appalling.  It was not the time OR the place for this kind of political maneuvering.

There are times when politics should be left at home, or checked at the door, and this was one of those times.  Yes!  Come as an elected official who represents the current government and who is proud to see how large the PRIDE movement has become.  But don’t treat it as a chance to earn votes.  Be there in the spirit of the day.  Celebrate with us!  But don’t pretend to be a part of a movement you choose to ignore the other 364 days a year just to earn a vote.  It insults our intelligence.  We see your party’s record, we can read all about your stance, see what you’ve done to promote equality, and we know that you aren’t there the rest of the year…  And judging by the rumblings in the crowd I’m not the only one who found him offensive.

The Green Party did not have a float in the parade, we weren’t attending with an agenda like the Liberal and NDP representatives.  But we were there.  Because we are always there.  Because PRIDE is something that is deeply important to us…  and that has NOTHING to do with earning votes or ensuring we are noticed as representatives of a political party.

Pride is about believing in yourself, being true to who you are, and being PROUD.  It is about the discrimination we have overcome and still face by being open, by sharing the truth.  It is about fighting for a world where PRIDE is NORMAL.  Where gender has nothing to do with a persons sex.  Where love is love regardless if it’s shared between women, between men, or between a man and a woman.  It’s about truth.

How many of those politicians there today have truly been there?  How many know what it means?  How many have seen the dark side of humanity where

… … Sorry.  This is difficult.  Sometimes I get emotional. … …

I have had friends, bloodied and in the hospital, beaten for being who they are.  How many of those politicians have been there?  How many have experienced that side of PRIDE?  Pride is about coming back from that, and knowing it’s worth it to keep fighting.  Pride is about the idea that my daughter will grow up not knowing that ugliness.  Pride is about how far we’ve come.

So I’m glad the politicians came…  but sometimes?  It would be nice to see them leave the politics at home.

Want to know what PRIDE is really about?

two preschoolers holding hands, very cute together.

Gabriella & Lily-Ann

It’s about Gabriella and Lily-Ann…  two little girls who met only two minutes previously, holding hands.  Two little girls who will never know a world where diversity isn’t totally, completely, natural and normal.

Happy Pride Day!

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