Remembering HarryBoy

I’ve never understood people who don’t like having animals in their lives, dogs especially. How can you not like something that gives you unconditional love all the time? No matter how much the world pisses on you, your dog will always greet you at the door with a wagging tale. My sister had such a dog. Harry Boy passed away today, which also happens to be my husband's birthday. He was almost 12 years old which is very old for a Rhodesian Ridgeback. I remember when she got Harry Boy, it was two months before my wedding. He was a typical male Ridgeback—shy, gangly and absolutely dominated by the two female Ridgebacks she already owned. Sushi used to act like he smelled! She would actually turn up her nose when he was around. And I know she was wondering when he would be returned back to wherever he came from. Simba took to mothering him because he was so little and pathetic. He grew into a beautiful dog with a perfect ridge on his back (he even won a ribbon when he was a puppy for his ridge). He was so easy-going that my sister used to take him into the office and to houses she was showing when she was a realtor. Of all the dogs she had, Harry Boy was the only one that attached solely to her; the other two were too independent. When she was getting a divorce and moving to another home, she took Harry Boy there and sat down with him in the empty house and said, “Harry Boy, do you think we can be happy here?” They were. Harry Boy and the rest of her dogs really helped her through a really tough time. They made her little house a home and she didn’t feel so lonely because every time she walked into the house, Harry Boy and the others were waiting at the door for her. Actually they nearly bowled her over. Now I’m so glad that she has a new husband that will help her mourn Harry Boy. She also has Kaede and Freddy to help her too. I wonder if Sushi will still turn her nose up at him in doggy heaven.

Pride & Prejudice

I've always been a big fan of Jane Austen, I’ve seen all the movies and miniseries created from her books but I've never actually read any of her work. I know, scandalous!

By far, hands down, my favourite is Pride and Prejudice. The 1995 BBC production with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy is the best production ever— Colin Firth is Mr. Darcy. So, I just finished the book and it was as fantastic as I expected it to be. I did find the 18th century writing a little hard to read at first but then I got used to it after a chapter or two. It helped that I had watched the BBC miniseries often enough that I have it practically memorized and I could picture the scenes and conversations as I read the book. I found the book to be very humorous as well. Miss Austen was very good at tweaking upper society. Her depiction of Lady Catherine de Bourgh was spot on; the lady was a bully and snob but once Elizabeth stood up to her she withered away. Mr. Collins’ comments and letters were hilarious. He’s such a sanctimonious prig.

There were some comments from other writers in the back that were quite interesting. They weren’t all in praise of Miss Austen’s writing skills. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote in his journal in 1861: I am at a loss to understand why people hold Miss Austen’s novels at so high a rate, which seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in their wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow…Suicide is more respectable.” Two words Mr. Emerson…chick book…you wouldn’t get it. Charlotte Bronte didn’t like her books either, but that’s okay I found Wuthering Heights to be dismal and dreary. How could anyone compare Heathcliff to Mr. Darcy? It’s a cat’s name for God’s sake! And Jane Eyre—she was a wallflower who couldn’t hold a candle to Elizabeth. ‘Nuff said.

So now it’s on to Mansfield Park, but first I think I’ll read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies—now that sounds like a good book.

Miss Universe

I'm not a big fan of beauty pagents but I do like to check out the national costumes on the Miss Universe Pagent . Last year Miss Canada dressed as a Maple Leaf hockey player & I rather liked it (being a diehard Leaf's fan). But this year my only comment was WTF??? I have no idea what it supposed to represent. Of course, Miss USA's Nascar outfit wasn't any better. There were some other ones pretty hysterical: Miss Netherlands was a windmill and Miss Great Britian looked like a punked out Queen. I kind of liked that one. I'm still not sure what Miss Japan was thinking. Her kimono's hem line had to be lowered after people at home said she looked like a hooker—and the pink garters were okay? To view all the costums go here http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/38365995.html

Latest book I'm reading

So I decided that since I'm such a terrible blogger (two blogs a year) that I would augment my blogs with reports on the books that I'm reading. I just finished the first of a three part series and I'm not sure if I'll read the next. It was Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb. I have a love/hate relationship with Robin Hobb. I like her books but I have a few issues. First, they're too darn long, she could cut out a quarter of the story and still have a good read. And I don't know why, but usually her series are three books long and I always struggle through the second book. It was that way with the Farseer & Tawny Man Trilogies (which technically could be considered a six book series) and the Liveship series and now I'm not sure about the Soldier Son trilogy. The book got off to a slow start and then I was hooked at the end. But I'm not sure if I'm hooked enough to go to the next book. On the other hand, I hate hanging out there with an unfinished story. So it's a dilemma isn't it. Here's something I didn't know about her, she also writes under Megan Lindholm.

I'm also reading a bio of Catherine the Great and I'm slowly working my way through all of the Jane Austen books. I started with Pride and Prejudice. Will write more on that when I'm finished. But I can say that I'm loving it.

Talk about bad journalism

I was checking out the news this morning online and came across this article on CNN http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/08/23/israel.sweden.organ.harvesting/index.html?eref=igoogle_cnn Apparently, a Swedish "journalist" wrote an article suggested the Israeli army kidnapped and killed young Palestinians to harvest their organs. The journalist said that the article was just his opinion. Since when is opinion considered a news story? He said that he had no proof that Israeli soldiers were stealing organs, and that the purpose of his piece was to call for an investigation. Now I'm all for freedom of the press and good—and I stress good—investigative news. But, if it were true he just shot himself in the foot buy writing a piece that sounded like it should have been in the National Enquirer. Good Lord, be a good journalist and don't acuse until you have proof. Walter Cronkite & Peter Jenning must be rolling over in their graves!

Remembering What Was…

My mother’s youngest brother died yesterday and I’m heart broken. Uncle Johnny was one of those rare free spirits we all loved. I always thought of him as my fairy god-uncle. He would flit in and out of our lives, spreading fairy dust in his wake. We rarely saw him but when we did it was magic. I remember when I was little he showed up on our doorstep just before a hurricane hit. To me it seemed like the wind blew him in just like Dorothy. It was magical to a four year old. During that same visit, my sister accidently dropped the cigarettes she was hiding in front of him. She thought for sure that she was busted. Instead he bought her a pack of cigarettes. Now that’s a cool uncle. (Okay, that was before we knew that cigarettes were bad for us.) He was the artist in the family and I like to think that some of his fairy dust made me an artist as well.

I was lucky to have wonderful aunts and uncles on both sides of my family. Johnny was the free spirit, Bobby was always there—our rock of Gibraltar. Unfortunately, Leslie died when I was young so I never met him, but my mom talked of him often. Flo owned a pub. How cool was that. I just loved that I had an English aunt that owned a pub. Nicky was a pistol, mom said she was the daring one of the bunch. I saw that the one time that I met her. Some still lived over in England so I didn’t see them often. Two of them Bobby and Johnny followed my mother to Canada. I can’t imagine what my life would have been like without them in my life.

But it’s more than Uncle Johnny’s leaving us; I’m mourning what was the Bulbrooks. He was the last of my grandparent’s children. (There are two half-sisters from my grandfather’s second marriage but they were born much later.) I grew up on stories of the Bulbrook sibling’s during the depression and the war. To me they were my heroes. I was told that they were the lucky ones because grandfather had a job during the depression. He was “Bob the Gasman.” They had parties at their house all the time. They were a very lively family, all party animals! Then they had to scatter all over during the war. Johnny and Bobby were sent out in the country, away from London, for safety. I can’t imagine leaving your home to go live with strangers knowing that you may not have a family to come home to. Johnny was only 11 when he had to leave. Bobby was a little older and enlisted in the Navy before the war was over. Doris was a nurse and worked in the burn wards. How hard that must have been for an 18 year old. Later, after the war Johnny went into the military and then the merchant marines. I know that the war must have been hard on my grandmother; there were many days that she didn’t know where her children were or whether they were safe.

And now they’re all gone. As my sister said, Nana now has all her children with her. Now it’s up to us, the cousins, to carry on the stories. It’s our duty that our parent’s stories are not forgotten by the next generation. The Bulbrooks will carry on.

The Amazing Kreskin I'm Not

Sometimes events just fall into place and I can picture them in my mind. I've always believed that I've got a bit of fairy dust in me because I can picture things happening and sure enough they happen exactly the way I imagine them. Case in point. I adore hockey, I'm a diehard Leafs fan. I was heartbroken when Mats Sundin left the Leafs after being their captain for 10 years for Vancouver. Last night Vancouver played the Leafs for the first time since he joined them. I just knew that he was going to get the winning goal, I just knew it—I pictured it. And sure enough, in a shoot out, his was the winning goal. It was poetic and sweet. I didn't mind Toronto loosing this time. Now if I could only use my powers towards winning the lottery. I'm really good at picking one number.

A Rod

So A Rod admitted that he took steroids. I watched part of his interview and it made me wonder. Why did he admit it now when before he was always denying using steriods? I don't know the reason behind it—probably it was going to come out in an article and he was heading them off. But I thought it was interesting that he said he did it because he was naive and pressured. Okay I can understand that. But he didn't apologize for lying all those years when he was asked directly if he was using steriods. He knew that it was wrong, they all did and yet he lied. I find it interesting that these figures apologize but really they're not apologizing for what they did, but it seems because they didn't get away with it. He didn't see truly apologetic to me. JMHO.

long time no blog...as usual

Well it's been a long time since I blogged so I'm just going to fill this with random thoughts. I'm still getting used to President Obama. I like hearing it but after 8 long years of that last boob it's refreshing. I think the best part of his swearing in was watching Bush fly away. Hopefully Obama will be able to get us back on the right track. This economy just really sucks. Okay, next rant, I'm beginning to dislike the Susan character on Desperate Housewives, enough said.

hmmm....not a good blogger am I?

Gosh, I was on a roll there last August and then nothing. The last few months have been a blur, especially November and December. We normally have 4 graphic designers at work but in November we went down to two (one on vacation one left) and November is our busiest month. Then the other one got sick and we were down to me! It's all a blur. It took me until now to catch up. It's funny, even though I was very very busy...as a co-worker said, sucks to be you...it was a bit refreshing because I had the ability for the first time to say "no, I can't do that." I had to concentrate on the top big jobs and was able to tell everyone else that they would have to wait. Well, most people anyway. But it was rather cleansing in a strange way.

Three of the four boys are living with us again. The economy is terrible and it's hard enough to make it in SoCal when you have a job. Bryant moved in with his girlfriend and dog Lexie so it's a full house. But it's working so far. I did enjoy the empty nesting for awhile there, the quietness of it was wonderful.

Eric Lamaze is my hero!

I am so proud of Eric Lamaze and Hickstead for winning a gold medal for Canada. Eric had overcome cocaine addiction, thoughts of suidide after he was banned from the sport, and yet he overcame all that and got the gold. Hickstead is about the most beautiful jumper that I've ever seen. Unfortunatley, I didn't get to see it live on TV, I'm not sure if NBC showed it, but they have video on YouTube (that goodness for pirating LOL). If they did it must have been when I was at work or sleeping. I'm not fond of NBCs coverage of the Olympics; the hype and lack of non-American viewing. But I digress...Hickstead and Lamaze were amazing.

Being 50

Yesterday was my 50th birthday. I still can't believe it. Inside of me is a 25-year-old screaming WTF happened! I don't feel 50, I don't look 50, it's all surreal to me. I look at photos of my mother and grandmother when they were 50 and they sure looked a lot older than I do now. Especially my grandmother, at 50 she was a grandmother and didn't look any different than when she was 70. After having a bunch of kids she morphed into that middle-aged stout woman you see in all the old photos. The day before my birthday was the SANDAG press conference. Here's the text:

511 honors one millionth caller

During a period of soaring gas prices, SANDAG honored a North County woman as the one millionth caller to its 511 traffic and commuter service – sooner than expected as calls have jumped during the run up in fuel prices.

“As gas prices have gone through the roof, people have started looking for alternatives to driving alone,” said SANDAG Chair and Lemon Grove Mayor Mary Teresa Sessom. “Alternative commute information is one of the free services 511 offers – along with many others, including real-time traffic and highway incident information.”

Sessom and Airwatch traffic reporter Cal Walker honored the one millionth caller – San Marcos resident Cynde Durnford-Branecki – in the lobby of American Specialty Health in downtown San Diego, where she works as a graphic designer.

Durnford-Branecki commutes daily from San Marcos. She rides her bicycle to a Sprinter station, loads her bike on the train for the trip to Escondido, then takes an Express Bus downtown. She called 511 in July to request a bike locker at the Escondido train station and ended up being the one millionth caller.

SANDAG and 511 gave Durnford-Branecki a plaque commemorating the call. She also received a gift basket, including a $250 REI gift certificate, a comprehensive bike maintenance class at REI, two VIP passes to the San Diego Natural History Museum, two passes to the Maritime Museum of San Diego, two meal passes to Souplantation, one round-trip trip to and from the San Diego airport for two from Cloud 9, and various 511 logo items.

Launched by SANDAG and its partners in February 2007, it took the 511 service just 18 months to process one million phone calls. The pace increased as gas prices began climbing in March, eventually hitting $5 a gallon before declining slightly.

During the first quarter of this year, a total of about 230,000 people called 511. In the second quarter, that number jumped to 272,000. One of the biggest increases was in people inquiring about public transportation, which jumped 26 percent to 43,000 callers. Over the same time period, calls increased by 17 percent to RideLink, a SANDAG service for commuters interested in alternative commute choices and employers interested in offering commuter benefits programs.

San Diego’s regional 511 system is part of a national effort. Since it began approximately six years ago in the Cincinnati area, the program has taken hold in 43 communities nationwide, offering 128 million Americans the service – nearly half the population of the country.

As of May, 112 million people had called into the service for information nationwide. In May alone, 2.4 million people nationwide called 511 for transportation information.

Our local 511 service stems from a collaborative partnership among SANDAG, California Department of Transportation, Metropolitan Transit System, North County Transit District, California Highway Patrol, and San Diego County Service Authority for Freeway Emergencies (SAFE).

It was pretty cool, everyone in my department and other came down to cheer me on. I did a little speech at the end and didn't throw up...that's a miracle in itself. I had fun.

Biking

So I've had an interesting month. It all started when we bought bikes a few months and flourished into a life-changing attitude. I wanted to get healthy, plain and simple. I was tired of being fat and wheezy. So we bought bikes and started riding on the weekends. Then they finished the rapid train. It was nice but too far to walk to, plus I really didn't drive that far to the transit centre to catch my bus downtown. But, then gas prices started getting higher and higher and we were getting broker and broker. I don't drive far however, my car only takes premium. Bruce on the other had had to drive a fair distance to work. Then I noticed they put bike lockers at the transit centre. So I thought, what if I rode my bike to the rail station, took that to the transit centre and then store my bike at the transit centre. On the way home, I'd skip the train and ride my bike home along the bike trail they built along the rail line. I was saving gas and getting my exercise in at the same time. It was a brilliant plan. Ah, but it gets better. When I called the new 511 number they have set up for commuters I was told I was the millionth caller! They have a press conference schedule on August 7th with the media at my company. My boss is thrilled because it give our fitness programs exposure. I supposed to be getting a nice price too. How cool is that?

Memorial Day

First, let me say that I'm not used to Memorial Day. I mostly grew up in Canada where we have Remembrance Day on Nov. 11—Veteran's Day in the US. I think that Memorial Day is at the wrong time of the month. Traditionally it's the opening weekend of summer and has become a happy holiday, which is not what it's supposed to signify. Remembrance Day in Canada is solemn; people stop at 11 minutes after 11 a.m. and pay their respect to the military people who have made the ultimate sacrifice. People down here say "Happy Memorial Day" and ads talk about huge sales and celebrating the weekend. The reason for the weekend is lost in all the hype. It's being overshadowed by the fact that the weather is finally clearing and summer is in the air. People are naturally giddy. So I think the day should be moved to November 11. That date is close to Thanksgiving when people are naturally reflective and thinking of their loved ones. Mind you I just recently read an article that the next generation of Canadians are not learning their wartime history. I hope that's not true. It would be sad for any country to forget it's war dead.

It's Not Fair

I sometimes wonder about the unfairness of this world. Why good people die and why bad people seem to carry on. I know that in the end the bad people get their comeuppance—I'm not a super religious person but I do believe in heaven and hell. Just recently I heard that one of the most brilliant and funny science fiction writers, Terry Prachett of the Discword series, has a rare form of Alzheimer's that is actually making his brain shrivel up. That just seems so unfair to me. It's more than that he's a darn good writer. His satire and wit are amazing. He's one of those rare writers that makes you laugh out loud (much to the consternation of my commuter bus co-riders) and think. He has that dry sense of humour the English are famous for tenfold. I just love his writing and it seems such a tragedy that I won't have the thrill of walking into the book store and seeing that he has a new novel out. And there in lies the unfairness, a person with such a brilliant mind getting a disease that robs him of the one thing that makes him so unique. And yet there are people out there that are dumber than dirt who will live to 90 with all their faculties (mind you they might not have their teeth). It's just not fair.

Take Care Eric

It's terrible when you're worried about someone and you can't really do anything because they're so far away. At least with e-mail you can keep in contact a lot more effectively then in the "old days." So about the only thing I can do is worry and pray. So here's my prayer for Eric. Take care of yourself, nothing is ever as bad as you think because, over time, you will start to feel better. I know that personally. Just think of tomorrow and not about today. Thinking of only today and how bad you feel today will only make it seem like there is nothing to live for. But you have plenty to live for. So my prayers are with you. I think about you every minute of the day. YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME. I've asked every saint I can think of to look over you, including St. Francis...you never know and I'm hedging all my bets!

RIP Herb Peterson

It's a sad day, poor old Herb Peterson, passes away today. Mr. Peterson was one of those rare people that you worshiped and cursed at the same time. Who is Herb Peterson? He invented the most perfect and most fattening food ever made—the Egg McMuffin. I used to think that the Egg McMuffin was the world's most perfect and handy-to-eat food until I came to California and discovered the egg burrito. Hats off to you Mr. Peterson for single-handily creating a food that we crave and yet hate because it's so darn fattening. Isn't that just a metaphor for life?

Prince Harry

I'm rather pissed off with the Drudge Report for leaking that Prince Harry is in Afghanistan. How dare they put his life in danger! Don't think the Taliban isn't going to pay attention? If they have to move him for security reason then his unit is going to affected as well. Having a unit in turmoil is not good for morale. I understand the need to report the news but to report something that affects his safety and performing his duties—that's just not right. It's not responsible reporting.

Super Tuesday

Thank God that Super Tuesday is here. I've been home recouperating for over a week now and if I see one more political commerical I'm going to scream. The Indian Gaming one is the worst—they keep putting up rebuttle commericals the minute the opposition airs theirs. Most of them are so negative and deceiving. For example, the Indian Gaming one gives you the impression that if you vote no then it's over, but that's not true. The proposition was already passed, a no vote takes it to court...wasting yet more money. I would love to watch the news and not have the word Obama, Hillary, Mitt or anyone's else's name mentioned just for one night! When we're in the middle of an election year it's almost as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. I have to watch the BBC to find out what's going on outside of our shores. Enough already!

Bah Humbug!

So I've been home recouperating for five days now and I'm already sick of politics and the news. It's only January and I don't want to hear another word about the run for the White House. Get it over already! I can't beleive all the money and time they spend on the election, it's such a waste. They should run for two months tops and stop with all the bickering and finger pointing. The one that cracks me up is the proposition for the Indian gaming. They've spent millions on ads on TV rebutting each other. Then I hear on the news that the bill has already been passed by the state and federal governments so it's a done deal. If we vote no then all we're doing is allowing the opponents to go to court and waste more money! But do they say that in the ads? No it sounds like we get to make the decision. It's all so fake and surreal. And if I hear one more thing about Brittany Spears on the news I'll scream. When did this become a news item?