Today is my best day!

 

Today I saw a shirt that had the above words, I thought to myself what a great slogan. No matter what type of day you are having “Today is my best day” and make it that.

These past few years have turned into a slump, after losing my job and forced to drop out of a course I wanted to take due to financial need I have been just going from one job to another looking for some way to make ends meet. The feeling like your running in a huge mud puddle and sinking. I believe that we have influences all around us in large or small ways, the milk spilled so now you are late for work, does that mean you have to behave like a Bitch to everyone? No, not at all.

As you are just spreading your negative influence so, when I see something that is a positive influence I try to embrace it into my day and week. We all have an abundant amount of negative influences all around us every second every day. How we handle them is what sets us apart from others, are we better than those negative influences? I’m trying to be.

Today is my best day, if I take a step back and ponder this, how profound it can be of a statement. I have had so few “best days” that I think I need to re-think how I look at myself. My daughter is invited to a wedding and we have nothing to give or even a dress for her to wear. I have not been able to buy cloths in well over three years and am down to two pants and 4 shirts and one bra. I now have every sock with holes that have been re-sewn so many times that the sock is see through with only strands of thread holding together. I have sewed my cloths so many times that the patches and torn material is so thin no patch or thread is going to save it. My jeans are practically see through and now a single mom looking for work again.

So when the “today is my best day” filled my head I have to admit first glance I thought “ya right!” but then I stopped stressing out and decided yes, today is my best day.

I have a roof over my families head, I have a small amount to food to stave of hunger, small amount and not very healthy but it will keep us alive. We do have cloths, even though they are the holiest things I have ever owned. We have each other.

I think I must stop focusing on the horizon, and start learning to enjoy the walk.  Just like this quote:

If you’re going through hell, keep going. Winston Churchill

So when I am down I just need to think of it as I am just passing through, not stopping, not dwelling on anything, I’m just passing through. So, today is my best day and so will tomorrow and the tomorrows after?

I want to pass on the inspiration, I do not know who made the shirt, if it is a famous quote or what it is, but I want to pass on the inspiration to you. Make today and every day your best day by looking at what you have and not what don’t.

Make today your best day.

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Oh Gravity

As I get older I see gravity is becoming a bit of a bitch. I suppose I should look into a support group. I wonder if there is a nipple dragging group out there?  I don’t want to be a “tripper” when I am in a nursing home, geesh, I could break a hip. A bit dramatic? maybe so. However this is a serious problem among women! 🙂

We all want to look good right? We all want to feel attractive, wanted and desired right? Hell ya. I love being loved, touched, kissed, licked, who doesn’t? But as I get older and hips have widened I see the downside of age. Such cruel reality.

Why bother, no one is looking under my shirt anymore. Why can’t I just let it all hang out? Swinging to and fro, who cares? A strong gust of wind and I have my own flags cheering me on! Other than the people they may slap in the face, oh no, more like slap in the knees! My apologies.

I am exaggerating of course. But some days it feels like the sex appeal is all gone. The body changes through life I get it. So, how do you feel sexy as you age? How do you make yourself feel like you have a” little dirty secret” that puts a little bounce back in your step? You know, when you used to wear lingerie under your cloths or freshly shaved/waxed vagina, or whatever you did you make you feel good. What can you do now? Exercise!

Yup, I saw an older lady from the back at first, it was a body of a 20 or even 30 year old. Then she turned around, and my mouth dropped! She was not at all a young woman. I had to ask her what she did? Is this plastic surgery? Nope. She does yoga 3 days a week and pole dancing 3 days a week. POLE DANCING! I asked her how old she was. She was 67 years old. I was so impressed. She told me she had only been doing dancing for about a year and she saw changes in her body that she had never had before. She has done yoga for 5 years. So she started at 62 years old to loose 30Lbs but she gained a body she never even dreamed of. How wonderful! She said her breasts have even firmed up. Come on, this is the key ladies. Find a strengthening workout that you love and work it, work it work it!

One of my new year goals is to lift these babies up, up, up. Rise my sweets! Look to the ski! I am doing push-ups, and chest pumping and anything I can to re-develop that muscle area. (And I am signed up for the next pole dance class) I wonder if there is Botox for breast? Hmmm? nah, I don’t like getting a needle in my arm, sure don’t want needles stuck into my tender ladies.

oh no, my mind just wondered to a tire pump, wouldn’t that be nice hey, just pump them up when they get a little flat. hahaha.

Well I’m just saying, gravity, she’s is a bitch. But so am I, I will not let you win!

Happy exercising. 🙂

Frozen Canned Food For Dinner?

As you know we are living in a camper, a 5th wheel to be exact. We were lied to by the seller and we have been experiencing hell with winterizing the crap camper.  Lessons learned are endless. The temperature over the last three days has dropped below -10 Degrees Celsius. Last night was -16 *C and all our food and water  froze – solid. We ourselves were fine in our 10 layers of winter blankets and two people inside for heat, however our food and water were not safe.

This brings up the question. Can you eat food  from a can that has been frozen? The answer I can safely tell you is, no. The reason I say no is because you must monitor the temperature that you thaw it. Never thaw between the temperatures of 4 °C (40 °F) to 60 °C (140 °F), and if the can cracked or was damaged in the freezing  or thawing process, either inside or outside of the can, then the food is now contaminated, and you risk food poisoning. My main concern is botulism. This little bugger is the one that puts the fear deep in my bones. This is the reason I always go by the slogan, “when in doubt, throw it out”.

There is too many documented cases of people over the years who carelessly make things like herbed oils, improper canning and have died or got very sick because of it. So when in doubt, please throw it out.

Why do I care so much about botulism? It is rare these days but deadly. It is heat resistant, so even if you cook at high temperatures you will not cook it out. Symptoms will develop in 12 to 48 hours. The poison attacks the nervous system, causing double vision, droopy eyelids, trouble swallowing, and difficulty breathing. If you are not treated in time you will die of suffocation. Even if you get the antitoxin from the hospital you may still suffer nerve damage. Either way, you will suffer permanent side affects.  Not a bacteria you want to mess with.

Since all our food froze, I had to toss out all our food. We do still have rice, lentils, pasta and quinoa. However no water to cook it in since that too was frozen. Just stop and think about this for a second. We woke up and crawled out of bed to find all our water and food frozen inside our home. Most people complain when the temperature in the home reads below +20 degrees Celsius. Water freezes at 0(zero) degrees Celsius. Large full 20 gal jugs freeze solid at around -10 degrees Celsius in just a few hours. Just a thought to share with you all how cold our camper is right now.

I am grateful for this happening. This is a great lesson for my daughter. I have already lived a time that we ate only what we could from dry foods and the water was by melting snow. Teaching my daughter this extreme survival skills I feel will help her in her future if she should ever fall on hard times again. She will not fear since she will now know of options to stay alive, healthy and safe.

When we were in a homeless shelter in Ontario the counsellor there commented that we were too happy to be homeless. This is a great compliment. Why  not be happy? We are alive, we are still somewhat healthy and we are optimistic that this too shall pass. So learn from the journey and enjoy the trip, hopefully it only happens once. For sure don’t eat frozen canned food, or frozen canned food that was thawed and refroze even. Just stay safe, toss it out. We don’t have much ourselves, but even I am not willing to risk it.

Hope you are all staying safe and warm.

 

 

Culture Fest Calgary 2017

I attended the Diversity Festival on Sept. 30th 2017. I was not sure what I was expecting but what I got was not it. I am happy that Calgary is trying to help with understanding other races, culture, and religious beliefs. However, what I got here were people complaining about “the White man” and “the Canadian Government” isn’t showing them equality, special treatment, and giving them what they want. Oh, how I wanted to share a great post on how amazing this festival was, but it was anything but that.

First off, thank you to all those who made it possible. I am sure there was some chunk of cash put into this. I am sure you were trying to make this a great event that everyone can learn of others and to gain friendship and understanding. I do not feel this was the place or time for political hate to be yelled about, or even for racial hate to be spread. Yet that is what happened on this day. It really put a damper on the whole show.

Warning, the topic today is discussing this culture fest that took place. I share the actual things that happened there and racism and political agendas.  If you are tired of hearing it, don’t read on. I also ended up ranting about the racism of the festival so if you are not wanting to hear that, please stop here now.  It is hard to talk about this because when you do people say you are racist for calling out the racism done. It is also hard to talk about because there is no racism intended in my speech. I want equality across the board, pure equality, yet this is not going to happen because too many people relive past hate and refuse to forgive and move forward. So please understand, I am not being racist by pointing out the racism that was displayed. For those who want to have an honest discussion on the topic and try to understand each other a little more RESPECTFULLY, than I am up for that. This is not however, a racial bashing day. I will not stand for people yelling about hate for a race, culture, sex, colour, political agenda, etc.

Rant: Equality, what a hot topic in any culture that moved to a foreign country to set up new roots. My thoughts, no culture should be paid any money just because they were born with that nationality. No culture should be given free education, free home, or anything over what any other individual in the entire country would get. No special treatment. If you need help to get educated, you do it like everyone else. If you need help buying a home, you do it like everyone else.  We can not change the past, it can not be undone. Building respect and tolerance is better than rehashing the past, by doing this it just continues the hate. Equality across the board, no differences, equal opportunity, equal pay, equal.

I love different languages, to hear the music in the words, or even play the game of guessing what they are talking about. Especially those languages that always sound angry but the people are not, it is fun to watch and listen to. Only with not knowing what they are saying at a festival where you are trying to know each other it’s not so great. We were being yelled at by an Indian woman who says some words in English only not very clearly as she was yelling her rant and mostly in her language. We were being yelled at in the audience. It was horrible to see such a display. What I could make out of it was she didn’t come to Canada to get paid minimum wage and she wanted the Government to pay her higher than minimum wage. This may be hard to hear, but the truth hurts sometimes. In response to that I say get a better job. Go to school, get skills, and get a better job. You know what the base rate of money is for lesser skill trained work. It is the same for ALL races, so if you don’t like working for $12.20/hr, then please get some higher level of education, and earn a higher level of wage. I too had to start at minimum wage. In fact, when I did minimum wage it was $5.50/hr. Try that on for size as a single parent! I got a student loan, studied hard, and when done I worked for minimum wage again at $11/hr, until I found a better job. From there just keep climbing the ladder, that’s how it is done.

There is a story that fits so perfectly. “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” Written by Laura Numeroff. Please do read it, even a summary online if you like. Basically, if you give a mouse a cookie it will ask for milk, then a straw, and so on.

Meaning if you give people more and more, not encourage them to do for themselves, they will complain, bitch, whine, and make claims of being mistreated until they get what they want without getting it for themselves.  This story is relevant to a lot of people who want the Government to give them more land, housing, money because they are born a specific race, or money for past hurts, or give free education because they are a specific race. This is wrong, this is not helping anyone to “be equal” and this is not helping them to become strong independent race / culture and become an active positive influence in society.  I believe we all must learn to do for ourselves, of course we all need help along our journey. However, we should never have help based on a race or religion specifically, help must be based on need, not colour, race, religion, etc. Help everyone equally no matter what you were born.

Rant: I heard a few people complain about “the white man” today. This racist speak also infuriates me. It feels as though it is OK to bash the “white man” and no one can say anything about it. Hating white skin people is racism. It is just as racist to say “white man” as it is to bash any other culture/ colour/ religion/ sex / etc. First off, people with white skin do not go around trying to hurt you. Not all people with white flesh fall into those who suppressed you, enslaved you, took away your culture, life, religion, starved you, etc. It is not “white man” who hurt all those many upon many nationalities. It was a specific people, a specific religious belief at the time by those specific people. By calling the “white man” you are being racist by bunching people into one colour even though not all of those who have white skin are Brits, or Russian, or Irish, or Greek, etc.  Just like not all people with black skin are from Africa or brown skin people are from India. There are a lot of people with pale skin and have no family history of harming anyone. So, if you want equality, stop being what you hate having been done to you.

The first culture to start the whole program was the native hoop dancing, a lady introducing them as Metis people. I was excited as I love to watch the hoop dance performances. However, she too complained that all of us Canadians took their land 30 thousand years ago. Having native blood as well, I get very frustrated how this is still a topic. What are you wanting us to all do? Have every single Canadian individual that has no native blood to move off Canadian soil?  This is something that just can not happen, so what do you want exactly? We all know that what happened to natives was horrible and still is, just like the slavery movement was and is still horrible as it still is being done today in parts of the world. The murder of Asians building rail ways, boycotted and treated horribly by others in the communities was a horrible pilgrim start to this country. There are many other cultures that were mistreated also, just like the Irish who were starved out in this country and so on. (There, white against white) I have native blood, and the land being taken is not my argument, I have always felt there is room to share. There is an opportunity for everyone to gained better lives with the new world being developed even today. We all have the right to purchase land, what happened was done, and can not be undone. You must move forward by stop reliving the past. I agree that we all need access to grow our own food, to have the ability to buy food, land, homes, and to build businesses. This is a basic need for everyone. Try some businesses that attract money for your families, neighbours, communities and society. Why not build something with what you have? Could you not do some organic non-GMO farming on your reserve and sell those foods at farmers markets, or set up your own grocery store chain that people can shop at?

Ah, see, the racism overshadowed the dance. I saw the dance, but because of the words that were said before the dance I felt frustrated the whole time, like I wanted to stand up and yell stop hating! I couldn’t feel the healing power of the dance. I liked the dance by those two young girls, it was a good start in the program. I would have loved to see another hoop dance by other dancers, more experienced. I really do love to find the story in the dance and feel the healing power by those who have more experience in the dance. It can be quite healing. In one hoop dance I saw in Calgary at another festival, I think it was in 2003 or so. I cried during the dance, it felt so wonderful to be close to the dancer. However, the girls this day only did a short dance and I really liked the choice of music by a band called A Tribe Called Red.

I have grown up with horrible racism being done to me. I have been beaten, abused, neglected and even teachers refused to teach me because of the colour of my skin. I am not a “white man”, I am a mix of multiple nationalities yet at times, people look at me and call me a white man. People don’t know what nationality I am, I have been attacked for being all races at one time or another. My skin is olive-brown, I have some people call me a white man with a tan, Native, Indian, Spanish, Italian, black, etc, and have heard every slur, every hiss, and felt every sting. Yet I understand that if I wanted to be treated with respect, I had to start acting how I wanted to be treated. I celebrate all my nationalities that my blood carries, and those close to me know that I am a multicultural born. It is possible to be treated as an equal, if you yourself act like an equal and stop using the racist slur and hatred that you hate being done to you.

This festival was filled with hatred talk, displays of hate in the dances and so on. I expected this festival to celebrate culture today, not rehash out past and relive the hate of long ago. There was no talk of FORGIVENESS, there was not talk of how each culture is moving to build strong members of society. We can not move forward if we keep putting one nationality over another, or re-hating over passed wrongs. Move forward with spreading your art, dance, music, ideas, business, etc. Show your culture today, not the hate of yesterday. Show your culture with restaurants, art galleries, and show how you can love. It is far to easy to show hate, and to hate about passed wrongs are not helping move forward, it’s just spreading more hate, and building on more hate that many people don’t even have to feel today. Show love, show forgiveness, show your culture, your faith, your love. Am I being naive? No, I don’t think so. I have forgiven being hated because of my skin colour, my sexuality, who I am has been ridiculed, raped, beaten, and abused. I forgive because I want to move forward, I never want to live behind me, I want to move forward. I am stronger because of the passed, I can not forget the passed, but I will not live the passed. This is how we move forward. Forgive!

So, the other issue with the festival was no translation. Oh, how I wanted to hear the stories of their songs. There was wonderful singing, yet no TV screen or brochure to show the words in English so others could understand the meaning better. There was no TV screen telling the story of the dances, so others could understand the dance better. It was hard to understand a dance’s meaning when there was no way of knowing what they were wanting to show. In trying to understand each other better, we need to understand what is being said, or shown.

After each performance there was a 10 to 15-minute brake. This was ridiculous. It dragged the day on so long that I wanted to leave out of sheer annoyance. Each show was about 5 to 10 minutes depending on how the performers wanted it. Then another 15-minute break. There should have been an hour or two of showing, then a 15-minute break, move the day along instead of slowing it down to a crawl.

The intermission music that was played was only Bollywood style music only different, not so up beat it was rather depressing slow style. There was no place that stated what culture it was from. I would have liked to hear music from each of the cultures that were coming up next. Get a good feel for the culture, the people and to know what was up next would have been wonderful. Instead it was very one-sided as was the food. The food was cooked beautifully, it was rice with lettuce salad and a yogurt topping. Yet no sign saying what it was called. No sign showing the nationality that is was coming from. There were no other foods to try from other cultures, just Indian style food I found on google. Again, very one-sided display. I would have liked to taste multiple culture of food. After all, food is a way to bring people together, right?

I hope the people who did this festival think of all people next time. Translations and explanation of songs, and dances. Not allow political agenda and hate to be spoken. To share all cultural food choices, and the booths to be for sharing information, not selling frenzy of only their language books. What am I going to do with a book written in your language? I can’t read it so, I am not going to understand you still. To talk about forgiveness. To move the show along in a timely manner. And please tell people to not talk on their cell phones in the bleachers during the performances. I had a woman talking the whole time on her cell phone, yelling at the person during the Russian singers. Another thing that made the whole afternoon a wash.  Share small servings of food from multiple cultures, and intermission music be from all cultures in the program.

I wish that we all stop seeing race, colour, sex, religion, and start seeing us all as one nation, one people, one friend and neighbour. We do not need to relive passed to move forward. We do need to forgive and do for ourselves by building and showing who we are and what we can do together all in OUR Canada.

 

Otaku Fest Calgary 2017

For those of you who don’t know what Otaku Fest is, it’s simply a gathering of people who love anime, manga and that whole culture that surrounds it. My daughter is one of them, and after watching Black Butler I have to admit, I am a fan as well. I think if I watched more Anime or red any manga I would probably be obsessed with it so I keep the reins pulled in tight.

It was held in the University of Calgary Science Theater, which I can tell you no one on campus knows how to get there. There were no signs to guide you to the location and even the advertising for it was barely out there, so if you wanted to go and didn’t know about it, I don’t blame you. My daughter found it because she was looking for the  big one that is coming in May 2018.  This was funded by the Calgary Culture and Arts I think it was, I am sorry I lost my paper to let you know for sure who funded it.

This was not hugely organized, it was basically three rooms that people moved throughout. While in each room there was games or Japanese foods such an awesome cream pop and a variety of steamed buns in shapes such as turtles.

I enjoyed seeing the costumes and trying to figure out what characters each person was trying to be. I was disappointed that Black Butler did not make an appearance, or even Ciel was not in the room. When I realized that Grell was not any place I could have cried a little tear. I mean come on, Grell is awesome, how could no one dress up as him. So think I found my costume plan for May 2018 at the Calgary Telus Convention Centre . I need to lose a lot of weight to look like him, but I have until May drop 80 lbs, grow my hair 2 feet, colour it bright red, file down my teeth, and get me a chain saw! I did see someone with a Black Butler bag, so the night was saved.

I really enjoyed watching the chess game with all the characters. The chess masters were slow and lacking in chess skills, but they are University kids, what do they know? They couldn’t even count five squares. It was funny to see how they got confused on how many squares they are to move. You know Alberta Education is top-notch when University Students can’t count 5 squares to the left. Heehee.  To see these kids act out the powers to kill other chess pieces was entertaining. Fake dying is always entertaining.

This was a fun day to spend in celebrating cultural weekend in Calgary. I will discuss the Culture Fest we attended in NW Calgary at the Genesis Centre in a different post.

I encourage everyone to join in the Otaku Fest in May 2018 if you have a chance to get to it. I hear it is supposed to be as big as Comicon, Look for Grell, it might just be me 🙂 Makenzie is going to go as her favourite character, Mikasa Acherman. If you don’t know any of these characters go ahead and look up the anime Black Butler and Attack on Titan.

I am not getting any funding for advertising for this, I just really like anime and want to share this culture with everyone I can. It’s a lot of fun to dress up and be someone else for a day, and to be with like-minded people. I mean come on, who doesn’t want to have to have powers and the freedom to behave as these characters do?

Do you like anime? who is your favourite character? what is your favourite anime, or manga?

Fun Story

I posted a fun little story on my LinkedIn account and wanted to share it here. It’s just a little writing exercise that is fun, for me. I hope fun for you too. Can you guess who the “Bob” character is before the end? I have heard a few different ideas, some got it right, but I love to hear what impression people thought “Bob” was.

Eviction Notice

Mary is fed up with Bob, she knows something must be done. Bob’s constantly knocking over her pictures, erases the answer machine messages before she can listen to them. Bob turns the T.V. on or off whenever he feels like it. He’s always playing practical jokes and hiding things around the house. Marry searches for her slippers, finding one on top the refrigerator and the other under the couch.

“Bob has got to go.” she exclaims.

Mary calls her neighbour Dianna; she has a way with special people. Dianna can’t get Bob to leave. Mary thought if she makes the house smell bad he would leave. So, Mary burns all kinds of incense, candles and grasses and still he will not leave. She doesn’t want to call those guys in the lab coats, but she has no choice. It must be done.

Doorbell rings, Mary opens the door. There stood three very tall, muscular men. One man had more tattoos than she has ever seen. Mary felt a knot in her stomach, am I doing the right thing? She thought.

“Hello, you called us to help with Bob? My name is Jake.” The man said.

“Thank you for coming, I have to admit I am a little nervous. I have never done this before, he’ll be OK, right?” Mary said.

“No worries ma’am, we will take care of everything. You can even go out for coffee, this shouldn’t take long.” Said Jake.

Mary left for coffee and was back in 45 minutes. Not knowing what she will find when she comes home. She slowly enters the apartment, it’s quiet, no one’s there. She waits and listened for Bob. Nothing. She puts her T.V. on, it stays on, so she turns it off. She put her slippers beside her bed and propped up her pictures on the mantle. The next morning, the slippers are still there, the pictures are still safely on the mantle, and the T.V. is still off. Mary takes a deep slow breath and sinks into the couch as she thinks to herself, finally, Bob the ghost is gone.

 

Did you guess who Bob was? Did you think he was a mischievous cat? Or maybe a really bad roommate?