Archive | November 2012

Just Bitchin’ – Family Weddings

The last of my 3 nephews was married last weekend.  Though not the youngest of the three, he certainly held out the longest – and, it appears, for good reason.  He was waiting for the one person who could make him happier than he ever dreamed possible.

Two beautiful young ladies  came along as a package deal – and a dog.

Let me tell you about the depth of this man’s commitment.

  •  Just days before the nuptials, said dog had a run-in with a skunk – and I mean a faceful of direct hit type of run-in.  It was cold outside.  The groom-to-be spent hours in the cold backyard soaking up noxious fumes and sponge-cleaning the dog with just about every “I’ve been skunked” remedy known to man!!  The bride-to-be wisely stayed inside and kept the warm water coming.  So the story goes – that kind of direct hit smells nothing like a skunk – rather it smells like putrid burning rubber!
  • One of said young ladies has a significant allergy to cats.  My nephew had 2 much loved kitties.  He opted to give them up!! and  Aunt Sue found a home for them with one of my neighbours.  They are giving their new owners a run for their money – but are doing fine!
  • He wore an orange shirt for the wedding!
  • He will now have to endure a 60-90 minute commute – each way – to and from work.  Donations of books on tape will, in all likelihood, be appreciated!
  • His new M-I-L lives just down the street!

The bride showed respect for her about-to-be husband’s passion and career by walking down the aisle to the original theme from Hockey Night in Canada!  I’m sure that was a first!

All kidding aside – the photographer (a family friend) said it best when he described the event as a warm and wonderful gathering of friends and family that just happened to have a wedding in it.

It was a great weekend!



Just Bitchin’ – My Rant to City Hall about Plasco

It wasn’t until an article in yesterday’s paper that I realized that the Plasco process – should it even work – WILL NOT HANDLE GREEN BIN TYPE GARBAGE.  I’m guessing 90% of the people out there don’t know this.  It is rarely verbalized.
We are just beginning the program of what I call “green-bin-encouragement/enforcement” – and have no idea if this will be successful.  Certainly allowing the same number of pieces of garbage as was the case before bi-weekly collection won’t help things along.  If the program does not result in reduced “garbage” – and I’m suspecting reduction targets will be far from met – what is so darned good about the Plasco project if it won’t/can’t handle anything that “should” be put in a green bin???  Somebody will still have to sort everything  in the “garbage pails/bags” and something will have to be done with what Plasco won’t process.  Where is the cost savings?  How does this even begin to make sense?
I would be extremely happy to see my tax dollars going to a research project that was prepared to handle ALL GARBAGE.  Another one that picks and chooses what it defines as garbage – FOR THE BIRDS……and our fair Council is about to sign a contract with Plasco!
Has anyone had a good chat with the city of Gatineau to discover how they make it work to do one pick-up and sort things themselves?  Is it too late to stop this train and do something that actually makes sense?

Just Bitchin’ – The “Manoeuver”

I learned something valuable the other day and thought I would share!!

For two weeks I had been experiencing vertigo – not all the time – mostly when I went to lie down, roll over in bed or sit up.  It’s a horrible feeling of your world turning upside down…….not unlike those foolish younger days when one had far too much to drink, and went to bed only to find yourself with what I called “the black whirlies”…… hand on the wall, one foot on the floor……you get my drift.

The same thing had happened to me (vertigo, not the black whirlies) about a year ago and it eventually disappeared on its own.  At my annual visit with my ENT (Ear/Nose/Throat) doc – we hearing impaired folk usually have one of these – I mentioned it and he told me to call if it ever happened again – that he could do something about it.

The cause of the vertigo is little bits of calcium that get stuck in the wrong place – could be as a result of something as simple as rolling over in bed.

So I called – they squeezed me in – and thus I learned about “the manoeuver”.

This usually very gentle man pushed the patient chair down to a flat position (I’m still sitting up), took my face in his hands and literally flung me down to a horizontal position with my face turned to the right, telling me to keep my eyes OPEN.  OMG.  I thought I was done for.  Not only did the world spin violently (he’s lucky I didn’t upchuck), but my eyeballs were quite literally bobbling around to the extent I thought they might pop out of my face!!  He is staring into these bobbing eyes – apparently in doing so – he can determine which ear is the culprit.  Next he advised me we were going to very quickly turn my head to the other side, facing the left.  The next phase of the process involved a “flip-over” (yes, picture it) so that my face was looking down.  I wouldn’t have thought it possible to make these sorts of moves in a chair – but, he had a hold of my head so there wasn’t much choice.

The last instruction was to refrain from bending over AND from lying down for 24 hours.  The days of hip replacements came in handy – my grabber served to put the cats’ bowls on the floor – and to pick up the things I dropped (one drops everything when you aren’t supposed to bend over) – but sleeping in an upright position was a challenge.  I started off in my la-z-boy chair with pillows and a blanket – and I think I slept about an hour or so.  Then I headed off to bed with 6 pillows of different shapes and sizes propping me up to ensure I didn’t roll over and lie down which by this time, I so wanted to do.  That netted me another couple of hours.

The next day eventually came – and, since I hadn’t yet fulfilled my 24 hour mandate, I still had no idea if “the manoeuver” had worked or not.  I wasn’t looking forward to a second visit to repeat the process.

Needless to say I went to bed early that night, first gingerly rolling from one side to the other……then with a bit more gusto….until I was fairly convinced the vertigo was gone.  I repeated the tests the next morning – successfully.  IT WORKED!  I was so happy I called my ENT’s admin assistant to tell her and she related stories of people who came in bouncing off the walls (in far worse shape than I was) and who left walking upright and smiling having experienced “the manoeuver”.

After relating this to a friend, she told me this happens to her on occasion, and that she somehow manages to shake her head and throw herself down on her bed in such a way that her vertigo goes away.  Brave lady!

So – now you know.  If you experience vertigo, call your ENT – or try the self-treatment my friend uses!



Just Bitchin’ – The Definition of “Busy”

It amuses me to listen to (and experience) the varying definitions of being busy.

When I was working full time for IBM, I spent an average of 10 hours per day at work (and believe me, they expected and extracted more than a pound of flesh), an hour or more per day getting to and from work, managed to get appointments and errands squeezed in, spent Saturday mornings with my Mom and still had a social life.  How on earth did I ever do this week after week after week?  Yes, I was busy – but everything got done.

I had friends and acquaintances who worked in jobs (I won’t say where) who lived by the clock (or were paid overtime), took their sick days as a given, had coffee breaks morning and afternoon, never missed the bus home – and they felt they were run off their feet busy.

Now I’m retired – well more or less.  I work part-time for 6 real estate agents – but luckily the work I do can usually be done on my own time, when it suits me.  Even so, when I look at my calendar and see an appointment, social event, meeting, class, bridge game, etc – JUST ONE on each day of the week – I think to myself – I have a busy week.  When it gets to two items on several of the days of any given week, I feel too busy and start to balk, wanting more “me-time”.

How can BUSY have so many different definitions?

I can also tell you, from personal experience, the more you have on your plate, the more you can get done.  When you have spare time, the “manana” factor kicks in and nothing gets crossed off the list!

What is your definition of busy??????