Okay so fashion is important to me but I can't call myself a fashionista. One of the few reality shows I will watch is America's Next Top Model. I am so upset that they chose Alexandria to represent Breast Cancer. The fact that she is manipulative, a control freak and downright nasty just further made it unacceptable that she is associated with one of my favourite causes.
I a firm supporter of Fashion Cares and feel they do so much good work. This girl though doesn't have the empathy or compassion that a representative of any Breast Cancer Aware Group should have. Choosing her underlined the wrong message, that it's all about the looks. Fashion is supposed to make us feel good about ourselves.
I actually was so upset by this decision that I can tell you that I will not recommend a Ford Focus to anyone. With an issue as important to this, the criteria should have been based on personality, knowledge and pictures but these issues were left by the side of the road. I wouldn't give a toss if it was for representing handbags, dresses or jewelry but Breast Cancer Awareness is too important to be represented by this girl.
Do the judges not view the footage of the photo shoot? While I think she was a bit over emotional I have to say that I was really pleased to see Brittani speak up even if it did give her a panic attack.
My only comfort is the bitch usually never wins on this show. They keep her around to make good tv, conflict is always good for ratings.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Homeopathic Medicine.
(letter to friend, 2007)
I keep forgetting that not everyone grew up in my family and takes such an interest in homeopathic medicine. I'm not a hippy freak, eschewing modern medicine, I am more than happy to take an antibiotic.
It occurred to me the other day though that some people forget that homeopathic medicine is Medicine. You should never use a tea in replacement of doctors orders but there are a lot of basic kitchen cupboard items that can help with minor illnesses.
I always keep some basic staples in my cupboard.
Chamomile is known for helping you sleep and calming nerves.
Rose hip and Hibiscus is best for energy.
Ginger and Mint tea are great for calming down upset stomachs.
Coffee will boost any pain killer with codeine and can help with a migraine. (You should follow it with a glass of water as it can also be the cause of a migraine.)
Chocolate is a natural anti-depressant.
Baking soda is a tooth whitener, acidic stomach remedy, can help sooth rashes when used in a bath. (Use sparingly as a tooth whitener as it can erode the enamel.)
Lavender in sachets or pot pourri can promote relaxation.
Chewing parsley will clean your breath.
Salt and baking soda will remove stains from coffee cups and counters.
Someone mentioned the other day they use salt water when their throat is sore but this is not actually a good idea. Salt can dehydrate the tissue in your throat. Baking soda and water or a teaspoon of honey works better.
Small doses of alcohol can help fight off a cold, calm nerves but it will not help you sleep as some people think. It can actually disturb your sleep.
Coffee and caffeinated tea are natural diuretics.
I can't think of more at this point but will add later. Going to get my coffee so I can wake up.
I keep forgetting that not everyone grew up in my family and takes such an interest in homeopathic medicine. I'm not a hippy freak, eschewing modern medicine, I am more than happy to take an antibiotic.
It occurred to me the other day though that some people forget that homeopathic medicine is Medicine. You should never use a tea in replacement of doctors orders but there are a lot of basic kitchen cupboard items that can help with minor illnesses.
I always keep some basic staples in my cupboard.
Chamomile is known for helping you sleep and calming nerves.
Rose hip and Hibiscus is best for energy.
Ginger and Mint tea are great for calming down upset stomachs.
Coffee will boost any pain killer with codeine and can help with a migraine. (You should follow it with a glass of water as it can also be the cause of a migraine.)
Chocolate is a natural anti-depressant.
Baking soda is a tooth whitener, acidic stomach remedy, can help sooth rashes when used in a bath. (Use sparingly as a tooth whitener as it can erode the enamel.)
Lavender in sachets or pot pourri can promote relaxation.
Chewing parsley will clean your breath.
Salt and baking soda will remove stains from coffee cups and counters.
Someone mentioned the other day they use salt water when their throat is sore but this is not actually a good idea. Salt can dehydrate the tissue in your throat. Baking soda and water or a teaspoon of honey works better.
Small doses of alcohol can help fight off a cold, calm nerves but it will not help you sleep as some people think. It can actually disturb your sleep.
Coffee and caffeinated tea are natural diuretics.
I can't think of more at this point but will add later. Going to get my coffee so I can wake up.
Living in My Magic World
I think if there is one thing that the Mountain Man would change about me, (besides the temper but really, I think he enjoys that.) it would be my magic world.
Sometimes when the world stops making sense and people stop saying the lines the way I want them written; I retreat into my magic world. It's in my head and to go there, I go lie down and build it up. It's not a place, It's my world the way I want to see it. It is my safety zone. It's my place to hide when the light of day burns too hard on reality.
I've always had it as long back as I can remember.
It was there to protect me growing up and comfort me when I got older. It was there when I lost Deanna and if I really, really faced the reality of that I was sure that I was going to break into a million pieces and never get back together.
Some people call it denial, some people call it coping mechanisms, some even say it's meditation. All I know is it's safe.
In this world;
1. A teddy bear can be my best friend.
2. People will love you back just because you love them so much.
3. My children are vibrant, charismatic amazingly gifted individuals who respect and adore their mother.
4. I am thin.
5. You can win if you just try hard enough.
6. Nobody says goodbye or dies. They just go away for a little while.
7. Everyone plays fair.
8. People actually get what they deserve.
9. There are no earwigs.
10 Catie will get married in a dress I designed and made for her when she's 30 and she will adopt children. (So I don't have to deal with the Mountain Man trying to convince himself Catie has immaculate conceptions.)
11. Cancer, Diabetes, Pain and Addiction do not exist.
12 My children know that I am the fount of all wisdom of parenting and let me raise their children by proxy.
13 Everyone Dresses Well. (It's MY world after all.)
14 My Gramma will live forever.
15 Dishes, laundry and dusting do themselves.
16 I live just down the street from my family and can visit them anytime I want.
17 Dogs don't shed.
18 Teenagers have a legal limit on cologne and perfume.
Can you see where this would be a great world to live in?
PS. And Spiders do not exist in this world.
Sometimes when the world stops making sense and people stop saying the lines the way I want them written; I retreat into my magic world. It's in my head and to go there, I go lie down and build it up. It's not a place, It's my world the way I want to see it. It is my safety zone. It's my place to hide when the light of day burns too hard on reality.
I've always had it as long back as I can remember.
It was there to protect me growing up and comfort me when I got older. It was there when I lost Deanna and if I really, really faced the reality of that I was sure that I was going to break into a million pieces and never get back together.
Some people call it denial, some people call it coping mechanisms, some even say it's meditation. All I know is it's safe.
In this world;
1. A teddy bear can be my best friend.
2. People will love you back just because you love them so much.
3. My children are vibrant, charismatic amazingly gifted individuals who respect and adore their mother.
4. I am thin.
5. You can win if you just try hard enough.
6. Nobody says goodbye or dies. They just go away for a little while.
7. Everyone plays fair.
8. People actually get what they deserve.
9. There are no earwigs.
10 Catie will get married in a dress I designed and made for her when she's 30 and she will adopt children. (So I don't have to deal with the Mountain Man trying to convince himself Catie has immaculate conceptions.)
11. Cancer, Diabetes, Pain and Addiction do not exist.
12 My children know that I am the fount of all wisdom of parenting and let me raise their children by proxy.
13 Everyone Dresses Well. (It's MY world after all.)
14 My Gramma will live forever.
15 Dishes, laundry and dusting do themselves.
16 I live just down the street from my family and can visit them anytime I want.
17 Dogs don't shed.
18 Teenagers have a legal limit on cologne and perfume.
Can you see where this would be a great world to live in?
PS. And Spiders do not exist in this world.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Our Canadian Military-Are you an Idiot?
I have just had another complaint about my, "We Support Our Troops!" sign on my balcony. Some snot nosed punk teen has told me that, "Armies Propogate War."
As my son is going to the Canadian Military this week to apply for MP I have mixed reactions.
My first reaction when he told me he was thinking of joining the military is the same one I had when I drove Yvonne to the Airport and she left for Bosnia? Afghanastan?
It's the Mother's All Out Panic. I want to drug him and hide him in the basement. No, I will not let my son go to War. I wanted to lock Yvonne in the basement. People die in war. Soldier try.
I can still remember standing in the airport lobby while the troops said their goodbye's that day and lined up to go. I wanted to go along every person in line and shake their hand or hug them. I wanted them all to come back. I wanted them all not to go. I wanted to ask them if they were idiots for signing up to go to a place where people are actively trying to kill you?
I wouldn't have stopped them if I could.
The image I can't get out of my mind is of a young man, (a boy really) who was holding his crying girlfriend in his arms. He wasn't crying. She was. She clung to him like she was trying to crawl into his skin. He had a look of peace on his face and he was smelling her hair. That's what killed me.
He looked like he was making sure he would never forget the feel of her in his arms, the touch of her skin and the smell of her hair. I realized with a cold shiver down my back that he was making sure he would have something to hold onto when the world went crazy.
I knew that some time in the near future this boy would be under fire, crouched in the dirt, fighting for his life and if he never made it home, his last thought would have been the smell of her hair. It broke my heart.
I knew at that moment I had to let Yvonne go. I had to write her lots of letters while she was over there. I had to support her in any way I could. This boy is willing to give his life. His life!!!! He knew he was getting on a plane and there was a good chance he wasn't going to come home.
He might never mow the lawn on Sunday. He might never read his kids a story goodnight. He might never have the life that I live everyday. This boy was willing to give up the taste of chocolate, his mother's hug, his father's smile.
This boy was willing to give it all for the smell of her hair.
He knew what we all should know.
A sense of duty.
Doesn't sound like much does it. Duty? It's a little word but it encompasses so much.
Our Military does this everyday. Thousands of men and women get on planes, boats, trucks and they go where people are going to kill them so that we have these things. Even if it means they have to give them up for us.
What do we give them back?
So I really believe the bumper sticker I quoted to the snot nosed kid, "If you are not behind our Canadian Military...Get in front."
As my son is going to the Canadian Military this week to apply for MP I have mixed reactions.
My first reaction when he told me he was thinking of joining the military is the same one I had when I drove Yvonne to the Airport and she left for Bosnia? Afghanastan?
It's the Mother's All Out Panic. I want to drug him and hide him in the basement. No, I will not let my son go to War. I wanted to lock Yvonne in the basement. People die in war. Soldier try.
I can still remember standing in the airport lobby while the troops said their goodbye's that day and lined up to go. I wanted to go along every person in line and shake their hand or hug them. I wanted them all to come back. I wanted them all not to go. I wanted to ask them if they were idiots for signing up to go to a place where people are actively trying to kill you?
I wouldn't have stopped them if I could.
The image I can't get out of my mind is of a young man, (a boy really) who was holding his crying girlfriend in his arms. He wasn't crying. She was. She clung to him like she was trying to crawl into his skin. He had a look of peace on his face and he was smelling her hair. That's what killed me.
He looked like he was making sure he would never forget the feel of her in his arms, the touch of her skin and the smell of her hair. I realized with a cold shiver down my back that he was making sure he would have something to hold onto when the world went crazy.
I knew that some time in the near future this boy would be under fire, crouched in the dirt, fighting for his life and if he never made it home, his last thought would have been the smell of her hair. It broke my heart.
I knew at that moment I had to let Yvonne go. I had to write her lots of letters while she was over there. I had to support her in any way I could. This boy is willing to give his life. His life!!!! He knew he was getting on a plane and there was a good chance he wasn't going to come home.
He might never mow the lawn on Sunday. He might never read his kids a story goodnight. He might never have the life that I live everyday. This boy was willing to give up the taste of chocolate, his mother's hug, his father's smile.
This boy was willing to give it all for the smell of her hair.
He knew what we all should know.
A sense of duty.
Doesn't sound like much does it. Duty? It's a little word but it encompasses so much.
Our Military does this everyday. Thousands of men and women get on planes, boats, trucks and they go where people are going to kill them so that we have these things. Even if it means they have to give them up for us.
What do we give them back?
So I really believe the bumper sticker I quoted to the snot nosed kid, "If you are not behind our Canadian Military...Get in front."
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