This means war.

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I  hear way too much about red cups from Starbuck’s and how this means they are anti christmas, but you don’t have to look too far to find that the company is giving areal gift to some of its employees.. Starbucks is providing 100% tuition free college to employees who are veterans or family members of veins. The gift that keeps on giving. So who is really waging war here, Starbuck’s or the christians?

Readin’, Writin’ and Rithmetic

Two weeks from tomorrow, I will have been hospitalized for three months. Sounds like a long time doesn’t it? Unless,o course that’s the halfway point. I have been informed that it will be at least another to months after that until going home enters the conversation. My heart is doing well, unfortunately getting past the paralysis of my left side is much slower going. I still can’t stand, let alone walk. I’m working to get my left leg back every day. So far, I’ve done pretty well, gaining access to my left butt cheek, inner thigh, quads, ankle, toes and most recently, outr thigh. While access is great strengthening is much harder and requires help. I am only scheduled for physio therapy for 30 minutes 5 days a week, so it is coming along slowly. Much more physio will be added soon, to which, I am looking forward.

Time moves very slowly in hospital and there are few things about which I get excited. Tomorrow holds promise, though. My favourite author, Christopher Moore’s two newest books are coming. I have missed reading and this is just the thing  to put a big grin on my face. It’s tough to get inspired to write much when you’re bored, so I am hoping the books will inspire yet more blogging. In the mean time, I will continue to count each minute as it ticks by in an agonizingly slow fashion.

In my past life

The folowing is the first in a series of anecdotes from my past.



 So there I am, a 26 year old stripper, new to Los Angeles, in Trader Vic’s restaurant, on a date with Hollywood icon Tony Curtis.


As a huge fan of classic films, I am enraptured by the story Tony is in the middle of telling me, when he notices his buddy George enter the room. The huge silver bowl of lychee nuts we ordered for dessert had just arrived when Tony suggests that we go and say hello to George. Now I had been out with Tony often enough to know that, in Hollywood, the dinner table protocol is the least famous goes to the table of the more famous person. As we start over, I am mentally going through all the famous Georges I can, never landing on one more famous than Tony Curtis. We get closer to a table where two quite elderly men are seated and I am placed between Tony and George and offered a drink. A while into their conversation, I notice George looking at my chest, then he leans across me and tells Tony, in a stage whisper, ‘you lucky bastard, looks like you nabbed the last real pair in Hollywood.’ After the laughter died down, I spoke for the first time and asked George if he was jealous, to which he smiled and nodded sheepishly. So I gently put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into my bosom and asked, better now? When I looked down, there was George Burns with the biggest shit eating grin i’d ever seen.


It’s my birthday!

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My blog turned 4 today! A lot has happened since 2011. I’ve written on a variety of topics, moved across country, taken a long hiatus, almost died and gotten engaged. On this occasion, I want to take the opportunity to thank all of you who follow me as well as those who read me occasionally, or just once. I never thought anyone would be interested.

Today is your celebration, so grab a slice of cake, guilt free and party.

Bad atheist?

My fellow non-believers, do you sometimesfind yourself using phrases like, for gods sake, or oh my god? I do, in fact, I just hd a conversation in which I said, bless their hearts, oh my god and for Christs sake and now I find myself trying desperately to come up secular replacement phrases cause I feel dirty giving even a tiny bit of credence to the idea of a deity. Do any of you ever feel this way? Does this make me a bad atheist? Or is hs just indicative of how much god/religion have seeped into everyday language?

I will leave you with a giggle. Why do atheists say ,oh my god? Because that’s what you say when something is unbelievable.


Does size matter?

Relax gentlemen, this one is not about you.

No, this one is for the ladies with body issues. How do you feel when you herar yourself referred to as plus sized? The truth is if you are a size 10 o more, you are. Does it make you depressed,make you feel ugly or unattractive? How about unworthy? If you answered yes, or were even made to think about your response, I want you to look a the following pictures of gorgeous women who are plus sized models and feel a little better. Just remember, these women get well paid o look like they do

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I hope this made you feel better, I know I do

Getting to know you

As most of you know, I moved to British Columbia about two and a half years ago and began working retail in a hotel. While I became friendly with a lot of people, I really only made 1 friend (other than my fiance). Her name is Roz and she has been wonderful about coming to see me in hospital on her days off. During these visits, we have gotten to know a lot more about each other’s pasts. I was shocked to be shown a music video in which Roz sings a cover version of Kate Bush’s song, Wuthering Heights. I have loved this song since 1980 when I heard Pat Benetar sing it on her album, Crimes of Passion (this is my favorite version of the song). Roz was surprised that I knew the song. The video was shot 10 years ago in England for next to nothing. Interesting point about the setting, it takes place at the same cemetery in which Emily Bronte, the author of the book Wuthering Heights is buried.

ithout further adieu, here is my friend, the leggy blonde, Roz doing her best Kate Bush and wonderfully.

*you may have to click the video player twice to get it to play