Is it just me or is something fishy going on? Patrick Brown, the (resigned) leader of the PC party, is a ruined man, regardless of whether he is innocent or guilty. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? He has not been my choice to lead the PC party, but I think the whole scandal stinks. Here’s why:
the “victims” remain anonymous
who talked them into coming forward and why did they not go to the police instead of the media?
why did they take so long (10 years) to come forward? Oh right, an election is coming up and a smear campaign is the best way for the Liberal party to deflect from the mess they are in.
what was the under aged woman doing in a bar drinking in the first place. I wasn’t born yesterday, I know it happens, but did Patrick Brown take her there? No. Was he drinking? No. Did he buy her a drink? Yes, but is that a crime? If every male that meets a woman in a bar and buys her a drink is persecuted, the heterosexual orientation is doomed.
why did the other woman go to his home? With another male to boot. Then when in his home agree to go into the bedroom.
when she (a bit late in my opinion) said NO, he took her home. How awful and ungentlemanly. (NOT)
These are just a few of the “facts” that are swirling around this scandal. Regardless of whether Patrick Brown is guilty or innocent, he is a ruined man. I feel very sorry for him and any other heterosexual male playing the dating game these days, especially the ones in the public eye.
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The words fate and destiny are used interchangeably. Do you believe in fate ordestiny? I definitely do. So many things have happened in my life that I feel fate or destiny had a hand in. A minor change in any of the details would have resulted in a totally different lifestyle. Here are just a few examples, all major events in my life.
I met my husband on my 21st birthday when I was celebrating at a college pub in Kingston, Ontario. Less than a month previous to that we were both in long-term relationships with other people. A month after we met I would leave Kingston to return to my hometown of Cornwall to finish my college program. Had we not met that night of my birthday, our paths would probably have never passed, and both of our lives would be very different now.
We dated for three years before marrying, but I knew within a month of meeting him that he was the one for me. In our attempts to start a family, we suffered three stillbirths, all of which were boys. We persevered, eventually having three healthy baby boys. I have since written abook on the subject.
One Sunday, because it was pouring rain and cold at my husband’s family cottage, we returned to Ottawa earlier than usual, stopping to view a model home in a new subdivision in Kanata. We loved the house so much, we made a down payment on the house that same day.
These are all examples of significant events in my life that I feel were destined to happen. A small change of detail in any of these events and none of them would have happened. Without the first one happening, the next two would not have occurred.
The latest example of fate happened very recently. To support a friend’s daughter, I had planned to drive from Ottawa to Barrie to pick up my niece, then drive to Orillia to see the musical Chicago. Because the weather was bad with snow and freezing rain, I canceled my plans for the long drive. I was, however, able to phone the box office of the Orillia Opera House to transfer the tickets to my niece’s name. She invited her college roommate to go with her, but those plans did not work out either. She then asked a contact on Tinder to go with her. They went to the show together, had a great time, and have been dating since. She too had been dating someone else until recently but was ready for a new relationship. If Mother Nature had not stepped in with lousy and dangerous weather for driving, I would have been her date that night. She may or may not have connected with this new man on Tinder at some other time, but fate intervened to make it that night.
Can you be considered an orphan at forty-six years of age? The definitionof orphan refers to a child, but I believe that when your second parent passes away you can feel like an orphan. No comparison to the pain that children who lose their parents at a young age must feel, but I can attest to the fact that there is still pain to be felt at forty-six and counting.
My father passed away eleven years ago today and my mother twelve years prior to that. Today I am reminded by the calendar. Other days it is a picture on social media, a commercial on TV, a precious smile from their newest great-grandson. Sometimes it is something I see that I know one of them would love or hate. Yesterday I ran into a friend who is planning an 80th birthday party for her mother. Although I am happy for her and her mom, I could not help but feel a pang of envy and longing. I miss them both so much.
I grew up in Cornwall, Ontario a small city not far from Ottawa. With my parents and most of their siblings passed away, I feel my connections or roots have slipped away from the Cornwall area. It does not help that most of my siblings have moved away too.
If you are lucky enough to have one or both parents alive, give them a hug or a phone call to show you appreciate their presence in your life. Trust me, you will miss them when you no longer have that opportunity!
It has been said that one minute of anger weakens your immune system for four to five hours, while one minute of laughter boosts your immune system for over twenty-four hours. I’ve read these statements several different places recently; I believe scientists are on to something.
Think about it for a minute. When something or someone angers you, your blood pressure rises, your heart races, and you get a sick feeling in your stomach. I know I do. But did you realize that the sick feeling you get can manifest into something more sinister if it persists? The sick feeling spreads throughout your body, causing stress on all of your organs. It has been scientifically proven that stress has been linked to many health conditions and disease states.
Conversely, after a good laugh, you feel great and stress or tension is relieved, improving your mood, your outlook, and even your physical appearance! I posted an article about the scientific benefits of laughter a while back. Yesterday, when chatting with a dear friend, I was reminded how anger can cause stress; inspiration for today’s post.
If you find yourself in any relationship that evokes prolonged and unresolvable anger, angst, tension, stress, or sadness, move on and let it go before you cause any permanent damage to your health!
Have you ever heard of a diaper shower? Since Dads are much more involved in their childrens’ lives these days, a diaper shower is a modern, male version of a baby shower, to help the men celebrate their “dad to be” status. What an awesome idea!
My eldest son organized such a diaper shower recently for his brother to celebrate our excitement to be expecting a new addition to our family. Did I mention I am going to be a grandmother for the first time?
The event was a pool (billiards) tournament with a box of diapers as the price of admission. My job was to collect and deliver the mountain of diapers to their new home…
For some reason, many of the blog posts I have been reading lately are about marriage and how to make it work. Although I am not officially qualified to counsel people on their marriages, I have lots of experience on the subject. I will have been married (to the same man) for 32 years this coming May, so although I have a few pieces of advice on the subject, my best advice is stolen from a man of few words…
Years ago, on the occasion of his 60th wedding anniversary, my grandfather offered these simple words of wisdom to family and friends gathered for the celebration: “you have to learn how to yield.” My husband was present at that celebration, although we were not yet married, so heard the same words of advice. Thirty-two years into our own marriage, those words of advice have served us well.
When two individuals that were raised under different circumstances try to merge their lives without learning how to yield, disastrous results can occur. Think of two vehicles on a road; when they try to merge together, one has to yield to the other. If they don’t an accident happens and no one is happy.
Unlike vehicle drivers on the road that must adhere to traffic signs to avoid conflict, there are no such signs to prevent conflict in a marriage. The trick in marriages is that you have to learn and decide what you are willing to yield to. Both individuals must acknowledge the need to yield or compromise. Viewpoints on religion, having and raising children, finances, education, careers, and even household decor are only a few subjects where opinions can differ between two individuals in a marriage.
Learning to yield or compromise is the key to success at merging different viewpoints into a lifestyle that works best for the two people in the relationship.
Recently I heard about “the five languages of love” so decided to research the theory…
The thought process in the languages of love theory is that people vary in what they need from their partner to make them happy and content in a relationship. The five options or “languages” are listed as:
words of affirmation
acts of service
Simply put, if you want to be in a successful relationship, you have to know what your partner’s love language is and make sure your partner knows what your love language is, especially if they differ. Since both people in a relationship can come from different upbringings, backgrounds, cultures etc, their individual love languages will often be different. Acknowledging that your partner has a different love language than you do appears to be the first step towards a successful relationship.
I would imagine that some people are content with just one language of love while others need more than one. That’s where it might get tricky as your job in the successful relationship is to provide what your partner needs. Some people are needier than others and needs do change throughout life. Be aware of changing needs on both sides and be prepared to adjust accordingly. Frequent re-evaluation is highly recommended.
Do your homework. Find out what your partner’s language of love is. Make sure they know what yours is. Be sure to ask them theirs and tell them yours so there is no room for misunderstanding. Do not assume you know theirs or they know yours….
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I have been nominated for this particular awardbefore, about a year ago, and although appreciative of the compliment, I do not like the format of these awards. For the reasons outlined in this previous post, I will not repeat the motions of nominating others, or answering questions about myself.
I much prefer to read blogs as I find them, commenting on their content as I go. If I enjoy the way a particular blogger writes, I will take the time to read their “about” page to dig a little deeper into their background.
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Corpus Christi, Texas is a beautiful city to visit, especially when the weather is cold in my hometown of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Last week I surprised my sister for her birthday, spending a whole week with her visiting all of the popular tourist spots and catching up on sister stuff. The surprise party was held at Talon’s Sports Bar, owned and operated by friends of my niece, and a great location for the party to kick off the birthday week…
As mentioned in my previous post, I did manage to get some gardening in by planting a garden in my sister’s front yard. I do love seeing the different varieties of plants that grow in the places I travel to. I knew that succulents and cactus are prevalent in Texas, I just never knew there were so many varieties of each…
Vickie’s bottlebrush shrub
Another great thing about vacations is that I don’t have to cook. This past week I experienced most of the culinary delights Texas has to offer. At restaurants, a few of which are located right on the water, I feasted on seafood, including delicious crab cakes and gumbo, Mexican, Italian and Thai food, and of course steak, a Texan favourite. Home-made, deliciously spicy, chicken tortilla soup, pico de gallo and guacamole prepared by my niece, as well as jalapeno peppers stuffed with cream cheese, then wrapped in bacon, grilled to perfection and served with sausage wraps on the beach by her husband. I think I will stay away from the scales for a few days…
To wear off some of the calories, I was coerced into dancing, Texan style, at my sister’s favourite nightclubs Whiskey River and Ropers . Thanks to her very patient and kind dancing friends Sinoel, Martin, Benny, Ray and others, I had lots of fun and many laughs trying to master the art. One-two-three and quick-quick-slow are still echoing in my head…
Of course, when heading south to escape a Canadian winter, you have to go to the beach. The beaches in the Corpus Christi area of Texas are spectacular and plentiful. Padre Island National Seashore, McGee Beach, North Beach, Packery Channel and Mustang Island are just a few popular spots. Even though this was my fifth visit, I still find the waterfronts confusing. Bay, gulf, channel, port…
My last day in Texas was the only one warm enough (78F or 26C) to hit the beach. Although I found the water was too cold for anything more than dipping my toes, there were a few brave people playing in the waves. It is winter in Texas too, although winter temperatures there are much more enjoyable than those here. We walked the beach during the day and then enjoyed a bonfire on the beach using dried out Christmas trees collected from curbs in my sister’s neighbourhood…
We spent a few hours shopping for bargains too, and even though the Canadian dollar is currently so low in value, I was still able to get a few good deals on clothing. Although we did not venture across the border into Mexico, I picked up a few Mexican inspired souvenirs in Texas, including an adorable ceramic gecko for my garden and some tequila…
The best part of this trip to Texas was the opportunity to spend quality time with my sister, her children and grandchildren. I kind of put her on the spot by showing up, not just for her surprise party, but also announcing that I was staying at her place for a week. I had already made arrangements with her son to use his bedroom in her home for the week. Thanks to Facebook messaging, I was able to make plans with my niece and nephews before my visit without my sister suspecting a thing. The only time she was suspicious that something was going on was when her son got up early the morning of my arrival to clean up his room. Also fortunate, and much appreciated, was the fact that she was able to play hooky from work all week to spend time with me, thanks to her staff Cristi, Chrisy and others.
The birthday week in Texas was a huge success and tons of fun, but over much too fast. Reality has called me back home to Canada and my sister back to work. Arriving back in Ottawa via Houston and Toronto, I was greeted by snow and missing luggage, both indicators that all good things must come to an end…