I heard my neighbourhood Robin Red Breast bird, Mr. Robinson, singing his beautiful song while I woke up and stretched. The sun was shining and as I stood in front of my glass paned door, there sat a squirrel. I’ve since named him Mr Cooper.
We all stood quietly staring at each other. Mr. Cooper impressed me as he stood his ground and I’m sure he was mildly taunting my wolves with defiance. Tootsie shifted her weight from paw to paw waiting for a command. Babbette stood ready looked up at me briefly anticipating her command. Vinny quietly started to growl, I responded with, “Leave it” and he looked up in acknowledgement.
Mr. Cooper sat on the post of my fence, standing still on his hind legs, his “hands” held across his exposed white haired belly. He’s a bit big, a sizeable grey furred body which makes me believe that he’s a pretty old dude. With my trusty indoor wolves by my side, I slowly opened said glass paned door.
Suddenly, I heard a rustle from my neighbour’s backyard. From the corner of my eye, I saw 2 small black furry tails disappear in the branches of the snow covered tree. Mr. Cooper tilted his head as if he read my mind and now knew I could be a serious threat to his family. I nodded to, Mr. Cooper dismissing him from our stalemate. I told the wolves to sit and closed the door as Mr. Cooper continued on his way to the tree.
While trotting through the internet I read articles about rescuing versus purebred dogs something that I’ve been asked many times before. To be clear, I have experience with training and raising both rescued and purebreds.
So let’s start with some common ground. If you’re a dog lover you get me. I have loved dogs since I was a child. My aunt owned this great big beautiful mixed bred dog, named Nina, she and my uncle rescued her from the shelter when she was just a pup. I couldn’t wait to visit her and play with her. She was the size of a German Shepard with hair as white as a Samoyed and a beautiful face like some kind of terrier. She also must have had Collie in her too as she loved to herd my brother and I to protect us from Geronimo, the young German Shepherd who lived in the neighbour’s house. He was her nemesis after he let us ride him like a horse and she had to watch from behind the sliding glass door. She lived to the age of 18 and passed away peacefully in her sleep.
I rescued and adopted many dogs over the years and I can’t picture my life without one. I have had successes in Shutzhund (protection & security) training 2 Boxers, 1 I bought from a breeder and the other a rescue who was found deep in the northern bush close to an oil well.
My first time at a dog show I instantly fell in love. Every breed of dog you can think of under one roof. Handlers magically making their dogs look like they are gliding through the air. I entered my first dog show with my Boxer. I took a handling class and there was so much to learn. Long story short she loved working security way more than dog shows and she let everyone know by jumping around trying to get me to play. However, even though I looked foolish it was too late, I was already hooked with training a dog how to show.
I’m sure by now you’re still asking “ok so you’ve had different dogs, why purebreds?”
It comes to this.. my children. I need dogs that are temperamentally sound in my home. Being “sound” means a better chance of predicting their personality. I’ve had show dogs in my home I have done extensive research of breeds, breeders and clubs. I have picked out dogs from breeders who have many years of experience. Their litters are deliberate and my relationship with the breeders I choose is already established way before the pups are born, in some occasions.
I left the show ring a few years ago due to medical and family issues. I’ve missed it ever since and was getting back into it right before the pandemic hit. I am still conditioning myself and my dogs in hopes to get in the ring again.
I agree with ethical breeding, training and rescuing dogs. Maybe you could call me a walking contradiction, but I consider myself a dog enthusiast. Rescue or not I don’t regret any of the dogs who have shared their lives with me. Mixed or purebred dog, I’m taking a page out of my furry babies’ life lessons and live in the present.
My current indoor wolf pack consists of a one-eared hairless Chinese Crested dog who doesn’t know he’s supposed to have 2 ears and 2 poodles who think they’re human. Ahh, it’s a beautiful life.
I came across an video article about dogs sniffing for coronavirus among the patrons at all home games. I had to watch it about 5 times until I could put all the words and procedures, I was seeing in my eyes, together. The video raised questions and thoughts as to if this option was a real thing. I had to slice this bit by bit and figure this out. I mean this is going way beyond what I was even thinking. Let’s start slicing..
The first layer is that the Miami Heat representatives have considered extra precautions to ensure the safety of their patrons at all their home games at the American Airlines Arena. I have to commend their efforts in being proactive during this pandemic. The video shows people formed in groups all faces are masked. The first checkpoint you are lined up 6 feet between each other and you must go through a metal detector. Layer 1 is complete.
The second step is a visual check and the scent sniffing corona virus dogs come out. If you are ok you and your group is lead to your seating area. If anyone in your group has been alerted by the dogs, you and your entire group are denied entry. As I watched the whole procedure play itself out I was in awe. Guys this is really happening. Ok so I digested that video and was, yet again, perturbed about something I still can’t put my mind at ease about.
Here are my questions: How does a dog know what corona virus smells like? How does one train a dog to detect the virus? If dogs can smell it, is there a way we can smell ourselves and know we are virus free? What if you’re sneaking treats into the stadium and the dog smells that and alerts to you but it’s too late because your group can’t get in because beef jerky was your fave snack? Will they blast you online and you try to explain about the jerky but everyone is pissy? These are the questions we should really be asking. Or maybe I just need some answers.
I am always looking for new apps and products to try out so tonight I scheduled a live stream on the Happs application. I’ll be testing it throughout the night. If you feel like joining me check the link
I woke up feeling fresh. It’s a new day with new opportunities. The weather has been strange but I can’t help but feel like it’s Spring. The birds are chirping and squirrels are all around taunting my dogs. Everything has changed in my world for the greatest. Making hearty meals from scratch and now I find myself making patterns for baby clothing. I am totally filled with nostalgia remembering all the dresses, outfits and costumes I made for the children. There was is a lot of math and fabric knowledge so I have to get going.
Everything seems to be coming together, once again, in full circle. I am so grateful for the wisdom I have gained in order to grow. Becoming the person you are meant to be isn’t the easiest to see nor accept sometimes. Very similar to creating a dress you have to observe how each piece fits with each other. The measurements are definite and integral to the structure of the garment, but what it can’t control is the flair of colour and texture of the fabric. That is me. I am fabric.
My son and I recently got into creating some resin dominoes. Board games and games like dominoes are all the rage in my house. I’m learning more and more about this sticky substance and I plan to make more art pieces. These are his first set of dominoes and we have another set waiting to cure.
This is such a fun product. I’m still doing some testing on different brands of resin so I will post more info once my trial runs are ready. If you are interested in trying some resin projects, please do your research on different brands and follow all health and safety precautions as resins can be very toxic.
I’m trying to get to know my current relationship with Monday. I feel like over the many many Mondays of the past I have been conditioned to expect a different outcome with the same attitude and belief that said Monday would end up in any way other than shitty. I have found so many ways to distract myself from facing a Monday. Let us look at what and where Monday is located; who it represents: and how effective it is.
Here is the definition of ‘Monday’ :
mondandaeg – Despite being the dreaded start of the work and school week, Monday is actually the second day of the week. Monday gets its name from the Anglo-Saxon word “mondandaeg” which translates to “the moon’s day.” The second day of the week in Nordic cultures was devoted to worshipping the goddess of the moon.
I was today years old when I realized that I have hated the second day of the week by thinking it was the first day of the week but it was named after the Moon and I have always believed that Mondays smelled like ass and now this is all making sense. I digress.
Well, no wonder why I have been through some tumultuous times! I have been inadvertently disrespecting a whole day that was dedicated to the moon. Smh 🤦🏻♀️ Anyway, I also noticed that my disdain for Monday is shared by many. Like hordes and hordes of us really don’t like Monday. Now that there is no physical hustle and bustle of the world, does Monday still have that odour that I dislike so much?
Monday is the one that moved the door a half an inch closer to you and you bump into it, or the time when you stub your toe on your stairs that you’ve been up and down a billion times. That is who Monday is, it reminds you that you forgot to do that thing that was super important.
Monday has successfully managed to hold my ass accountable, dammit! It’s that one day that I have no choice but to follow the rules. It has highlighted my shortcomings and disorganization, ok fine, I admit it. Monday has proved the downfalls of my procrastination. So yes, kids, Monday is my To-Do checklist that I have completed 90% of. I’ve learned through self reflection that I am a master of self sabotage. Monday has taught me that.
I’ve decided to take this time to accept the inevitable. Monday represents the negative reactions of my inaction. I’m imperfect, I make mistakes, I misunderstand, I forget.. but I will no longer subject Monday as the target of my good ol’ simple humanity. I officially apologize to Monday and I thank you for keeping my proverbial ducks in a row.
In moving forward, I will no longer hate on the Moon day, I will no longer blame Monday for my shortcomings. I will praise myself for the 90% done and the 10% just needs more time to complete. Simple. That’s it, that’s all.
My children wanted to learn our traditional dish of Filipino Lumpia. In a short description, they are small egg rolls usually made as appetizers, snacks, sides etc. I had so much fun teaching them how every piece is made with care and love. It was a nice bonding moment shared with my young men. I hope they will pass this recipe and technique to my future grandchildren.
I remember helping my mom and aunties make hundreds of these egg rolls. I was responsible for carefully pulling each wrap away from the other making sure they didn’t rip.
Overall, I’m proud to say that, despite the efforts to cut corners, they did a wonderful job and it’s nice to have help to make these traditional treats. The delicious Homemade Lumpia was devoured.
Enjoy the video! There will be more recipes and adventures soon!
I’m sure we have all been swirled in the mixing pot of updates and platforms it can be frustrating and confusing. I created my website around 10 years ago with my goal of doing reviews and self expression. I have always highly encouraged people to own their own websites then push it out to as many social media platforms as possible. Unfortunately, over time we got it backwards. I see more and more social media platforms take precedents over our voices. I see more and more users silenced and encouraged to become puppets and the social media platforms hold the strings. Giving up your data to apps is kind of like paying the piper with no real return. Through the years of observation I would guess that 90% of people don’t actually read the Terms and Conditions of their soon to be downloaded apps because most users are so excited to get the latest and greatest apps. I’ve watched people of all ages make themselves physically sick with worry about what they wrote, what others wrote and more and more I see good people crumble within themselves.
I’ve watched the steady decline of every “big” app and I experienced the rise and fall of the latest and greatest. I’ve produced and promoted my own shows and content which is, in itself, tough work. The best part is that I have the freedom to push my content to specific platforms. These platforms are designed to make money. They make money from paid promotions, audience size and use your data to justify their rankings in the stock market. Too much truth right? Let’s continue…
Let’s start with Facebook…
Ah yes the all powerful Facebook was designed with specific AI (Arificial Intelligence) from the time it was launched. I come from the background before internet, there were bulky monitors, green texts and symbols. We used our computers to look up products and place orders. I worked in an IT firm where we sold Microsoft licenses, hardware, software, dongles, Nikon cameras and more. We sourced for huge companies and I made really incredible contacts. Dial up Internet was the rage and Nokia cellphones were the main phone you could drop it you could easily replace its broken casing. Y2K was the biggest fear to companies but as IT specialists, we knew way in advance and it was a simple code to move our systems from 1999 to 2000. Crazy right? This was also a moment in time where Apple was not even a key player in business, we referred to Apple products as toys for kids, like a cute video game. Apple products didn’t fit in a Microsoft world of business. Moving forward, with our plastic Nokias and the business version, that you could only buy for business, was the Blackberry. I’ll get into phones in another post.
Back then, technology was getting faster and more advanced. The dial up was now in almost every household. We were getting more tech-savvy and we wanted a way to stay in touch because texting was still pricey per text. Gone were the days of ICQ and other online chats where we met people and yes people would troll each other in those rooms too. Think of these chat rooms like a bunch of mini apps where the administrators create the room and monitor them online dial up. Facebook was born and offered a way to keep in touch and share photos and such. It was an exciting way to catch up and communicate. It was especially important to families who were spread out around the world. We wrote posts updating our lives and main life events. Eventually, businesses were added and the rest is what you see today. Facebook became an obsession and a platform for adult and children bullying. Chain letter forwarding through private messages breeds more stealing of identity, unsatisfied customers making horrid reviews destroying businesses. What I see on Facebook now is so far from what it was meant to do it is sad. When Mark Zuckerburg got himself into some hot water over the AI and gathering of information he unknowingly unleashed a “beast” that is now impossible to undo. Facebook itself has a questionable future despite these so called ratings that favour Facebook by users alone. I’m watching Facebook crumble and despite these Facebook loyalists, I’ve been in the tech biz long enough to see the signs. My personal opinion is not in favour of the Facebook platform for my mentioned reasons and so much more. The AI and information gathering has transformed itself into an intrusive way for others to know about intimate details of your lives. This “safe space” has developed TV shows like Catfish and movies like Unfriended. It saddens me that a seemingly innocent app started off with such promise has now turned into a mixed bag of good and crazy.
Let’s move on to Twitter…
Twitter has been my go-to social media spot but I have observed their huge decline over the years as well. Twitter is like a huge chat room. Nothing like Facebook. I found Twitter to be filled with amazing writers, poets, comedians, business partners everything I love. There really isn’t anything to “get” about this platform. You basically write words, let off some steam, make people laugh and even make business connections which are an excellent way to network. It was freeing to be able to express myself and not be judged. You receive real time news and information which is excellent. Over the last few years I see where Twitter has been failing. It’s turning into a bad generic form of itself. Censorship is starting to run rampant as more and more people leave the platform. What was once a playground of expression is now turning into a long list of rules that don’t apply to anyone. For business and promotion it’s been growing it’s commerce flooding timelines with ads which is great but if Twitter keeps banning tweets reprimanding paying business accounts, they won’t have any users and business partners left to send these ads to.
In short, my stance is still “Find your voice and own your space online”. Getting wrapped up with follower numbers and complaining to tech support is not going to get you far in your online adventure. Social media is an extension to bring people to your content. I often ask people who talk about their follower count, where are you taking your followers to? 98% of people cannot answer this simple question. I’m a strong believer in self empowerment and I believe that users need to understand that no app is forever. All content you upload belongs to that platform. Let me repeat every picture, every word, every account belongs to your favourite app. You’re a number and if you bring more people to their app you can fill their pockets and potentially lose your “followers” should they choose.
The Battle of the Platforms will be an ongoing battle as apps come and go, users come and go.
My questions to you is..
Who are you? What do you do? Where can people meet you? Why do you want to be online? How will your voice be heard?
With everything that is going on, I feel like almost every show I watch has serious problems and issues. I’ve been taking a break from all the visual noise and just let myself dive into a world of reruns. My favourite series is Three’s Company. I literally watch it all day. The physical comedy in this show is above anything I’ve ever seen. The talented John Ritter is so animated and seems to gracefully glide through each bump into a wall or a trip on a random object. Joyce DeWitt plays the lovely Janet Wood, the brains of the trio and the bit of Janet and Jack bounce off each other like a perfect dance. It’s refreshing to watch how simple things were.
I fight my insomnia with reruns and I will try to watch newer problematic shows. The Office is another go-to show I tend to watch when I need to hear some background noise. I guess it helps me to focus more on my art or when editing. I know I’m weird that way.
The guess in this crazy 2020, I find solace in watching the simplicity of the past. I hope sleep will come back into my life sometime soon