Not…gonna…cry…not…gonna…cry…oops! Well…at least this song is happier than the last one. Lyrics are at the bottom of the post in the great chaotic tangle that they are. They’re written chaotically because that’s how they sounded to me. I figured it was time for another update on how we are. Things are as alright as they …
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This Post Is Brought To You By…Someone Or Other
I’m noticing a theme with TV commercials that is really starting to bug me. They don’t tell you what they’re for anymore! I have talked about this before when I cursed Sobeys to the ends of the earth, but it’s getting worse, and I have assembled a flock of them to prove my point. I …
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I’ll Title This Later. You Figure It Out.
I keep hearing about these kids not having their school stuff on time and how it’s messing with their ability to learn during the pandemic. I understand that these times are hard for everybody because everything is so totally screwed, but whenever I read another story about kids not having their stuff on time, my …
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Goin’ On A Poppy Hunt
Other years, especially when we were new here, the quest for a poppy has been a difficult one. Now, it’s going to be wacky for everyone because of the new normal. The Royal Canadian Legion is selling non-medical masks and will roll out electronic payment options during this year’s poppy campaign, which has been adjusted …
Maid Of The Missed The Mark
I saw a commercial and I want to know if I’m the weird one here. It was for Niagara Falls tourism, and it showed this guy talking about how he hasn’t seen his grandma in a while, so now he’s going to make time for her and take her to Niagara Falls “because Grandma, you …
Mother May I…?
I like reading Joel Rubinoff’s stuff. I don’t read it as often as I should but he always has an interesting take on what he chooses to write about. Now, he got buzzed by COVID-19 when his COVID alert app went off, and he wrote about the experience of dealing with conflicting rules and impossible …
I’ll Be Home For Christmas? Not Even In My Dreams?
We’re 7 months into this pandemic and it’s still influencing my dreams. Here are the latest ones I’ve had that involve our new normal. Apparently I’m sure that I’m going to forget something very important. I had one dream where I absentmindedly walked into a store without having a mask on and was immediately mobbed …
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Maybe I’m Immune
I wasn’t going to post this until I had a really good reason, but it won’t stay out of my head, so there’s the reason. Now it’ll be in yours. Enjoy.
Another Trip Through The MRI
I wish I’d discovered this song last time. Or maybe I don’t. Yes, I was told to go back to the MRI for another scan. Basically, last time I was sent there, they found an itcy bitcy teeny weeny spot on my pituitary. Hmmm that almost works like the yellow Polka dot Bikini song. Anyway …
Planes for Puppies!
I meant to put this up last week, but better late than never. In the pandemic’s long line of sucky side-consequences, it has made it harder for Guide dogs for the Blind, the school that trained Trixie and Tansy, to transport puppies and some adult dogs in need, to where they need to go. Many …