August 20, 2015
August 19, 2015
May 8, 2015
May 7, 2015
Happy Birthday Meenalu!
Remember that one time that I disliked you during Business School orientation and then we became super close? Yeah, I still won't let you put a toque on my head, but you were the best thing about that 8am cohort.
Love,
Jbear.
Love,
Jbear.
April 14, 2015
...and you
March 30, 2015
Egg McSmartyPants
Friends and lovers of CATTY - I can only hope you are also friends and lovers of what I love - MCDONALDS. It is probably one of the best fine dining establishments in our country.Some of my favorite McDonalds memories include:
Now, there's going to be a big change at McDs - all day breakfast! Yay!! More McDonalds. All the time.
p.s. I know. It's gross. But so delicious. But so gross. But nomnomnom.
- That one time Reshree and I went to see Super Size Me (which was revolting and educational) yet still left the dollar theater and went to eat french fries and sundaes after
- That one time in my single years when my friend and I went out for Valentine's Day Ethiopian food and then to McDonalds for dessert and he said loudly enough for everyone to hear "Hey baby, it's Valentine's Day. I'm gonna treat you right. Get annnnything you want." All the teenage couples looked really jealous.
- That one time when it was my birthday and Reshree and my sister and friends decided to have a surprise party for me at McDonalds (amazing). The best part was that dinner came with a show - a dude whipping down his sweatpants and whacking another dude in the face with his junk. Rideau Street, Ottawa.
Now, there's going to be a big change at McDs - all day breakfast! Yay!! More McDonalds. All the time.
p.s. I know. It's gross. But so delicious. But so gross. But nomnomnom.
March 4, 2015
Nightmares from cat island
People, did you know that there is a terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad place in Japan known as CAT ISLAND?
According to this article,
According to this article,
An army of feral cats rules a remote island in southern Japan, curling up in abandoned houses or strutting about in a fishing village that is overrun with felines outnumbering humans six to one.
Originally introduced to the mile-long island of Aoshima to deal with mice that plagued fishermen's boats, the cats stayed on - and multiplied.
The cats of Aoshima are not too picky, surviving on the rice balls, energy bars or potatoes they cadge off tourists. In the absence of natural predators, they roam the island without fear.
I think it's QUITE CLEAR what is happening here - the cats are plotting to take over the world, from their perch on this evil island. This is possibly one of the greatest terror threats out there. Be vigilant.
February 27, 2015
Happy Birthday Lbomb!
Happy Birthday Lbomb! I hope the day is as awesomely wonderful and amazing like you deserve.
Happy Birthday, Lbomb!
It's time for Lbomb's birthday! She deserves all of the good things, especially MEMES.
Lots of love, lady!
(p.s. doesn't the girl on the side look like me?)
Lots of love, lady!
February 26, 2015
Happy Birthday Leah!
There is no one else I would rather share a king size bed with. I raise a glass of hotel-paid orange juice to you and your ageless beauty!
Love,
Jbear.
Love,
Jbear.
February 16, 2015
Regret nothing
Antilamentation
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook, not
the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication, not
the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punch line, the door or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the window.
Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don't bother remembering any of it. Let's stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.
to the end just to find out who killed the cook, not
the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication, not
the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punch line, the door or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the window.
Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don't bother remembering any of it. Let's stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.
February 10, 2015
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JBEAR!!!!
Happy Birthday Jbear! Here's to that fabulous 17 days of the year when we're the same age! Lots of love. Lbomb
Happy Birthday Jbear
Memes are apparently not my strong point but birthday love is. Happy birthday Jbear!
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Happy Birthday, Jbear!
Reshree said something very interesting the other day - that she looks back at our whatsapp conversations sometimes when her head is full of all the thoughts and I realized that I do the same thing with this blog. We were so funny! And young! And had fewer gray hairs! And children! So, as Jbear's gift (or, really, is this a gift to myself?) I hereby declare the resurrection of the blog.
and finally a great guest meme from our lovely friend Nana:
And, in honour of Jbear's birthday, I bring to you something that really didn't get much traction on the blog before: memes. You're welcome.
and finally a great guest meme from our lovely friend Nana:
August 21, 2012
China!! Scaring the crap out of you
One of my new pet topics is CHINA! so you will be seeing a lot of posts on CHINA! in the next little while (along with many things from the Daily Mail - my favorite tabloid magazine).
Anyway, my first CHINA! post is designed to scare the crap out of you: FACEKINIS.
These insane and scary masks are designed to protect you from the rays of the sun. Instead, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Anyway, my first CHINA! post is designed to scare the crap out of you: FACEKINIS.
These insane and scary masks are designed to protect you from the rays of the sun. Instead, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
June 4, 2012
Museum of Broken Hearts
http://brinkmag.org/?p=14
But instead of feeling shame, I find myself relieved. Faced with such overwhelming evidence of human lunacy, I let go of the notion that there is, somewhere, a proper, measured response to losing love. A broken heart makes us human, and sometimes being human is a ridiculous, painful, desperate thing.
Olinka and Drazen describe the museum as a shrine to failed relationships—a public memorial for some of our most private anguish. It’s a way for people to air out their heartaches and find therapeutic release. But it’s more than that. It’s a collective catharsis. Rather than being a collection of individual relics, it’s a uniting reminder that sometimes it’s okay to get a little crazy.
But instead of feeling shame, I find myself relieved. Faced with such overwhelming evidence of human lunacy, I let go of the notion that there is, somewhere, a proper, measured response to losing love. A broken heart makes us human, and sometimes being human is a ridiculous, painful, desperate thing.
Olinka and Drazen describe the museum as a shrine to failed relationships—a public memorial for some of our most private anguish. It’s a way for people to air out their heartaches and find therapeutic release. But it’s more than that. It’s a collective catharsis. Rather than being a collection of individual relics, it’s a uniting reminder that sometimes it’s okay to get a little crazy.
February 26, 2012
Pirates: Pioneering Women's Rights
Take particular note of item #9 - pirates recognized the concept of rape and were decidedly opposed, before it was widely recognized in mainstream society. Thanks pirates, for being so ahead of your time.
February 15, 2012
January 26, 2012
In sickness and in health
This story is really beautiful - a married couple who were happy and had two children and had jobs they enjoyed and a life they loved shattered when the husband had such a severe heart attack that he lost oxygen to the brain which caused severe brain damage. The wife resigned herself to being alone, with a husband living in assisted care. She had her girls and a job and was able to visit him often. Then, she went to her college reunion and met someone she had known when she was younger...and had to figure out what to do then.
Page never used the word “divorce” with Robert, but that would have to be the next step. She hired a lawyer for herself and another one for Robert, and asked Will to represent Robert along with a guardian ad litem appointed by the court. The divorce was final in early 2011. Page wanted to remain Robert’s legal guardian, as she had been since his injury, and no one objected. Will signed for Robert.
On the morning of March 26 last year, Allan and his youngest son, Charles, took Robert to breakfast at IHOP. That evening, Page and Allan married in a small 19th-century chapel at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Richmond in front of about 100 people, including Robert’s father and stepmother, and his brother Will and his wife. But not Robert.
“I just could not have done that,” Page says. “It broke my heart to not be married to Robert anymore, in spite of all the good that was going to happen.”
As Allan held Page’s hands, he promised to always love her and her daughters. He turned to Hope and Nell, who were their mom’s attendants, and smiled. Then he looked back at Page: “And I promise to always help you provide compassionate care for Robert.”
The words seemed to unleash the emotions of the day. Will Melton, an assistant director with the Marine Corps, said he and his father — and everyone in the church including the minister — were moved to tears. “Allan’s vows were so touching,” Will said. “It was very uplifting in that regard — but also kinda sad.”
Page thinks Robert accepted the new expanded family. “On some level, it didn’t matter to him,” Page says.
At an appointment to switch the battery in his defibrillator before he left Richmond, Robert, with Page by his side, was asked if he was married or single. “Single. ... My lady’s married to someone else now,” he said.
Page looked at Robert. “Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine with that,” he said, cheerful as ever, Page says.
Page says there have been a thousand moments like that, when she has felt almost apologetic and wanted to explain.
“In a way, I feel married to Robert forever,” she said a few days before leaving for St. Louis. “It’s not a traditional marriage. It’s not the marriage we signed up for. But I feel like there’s a connection there that never ends.”
Page never used the word “divorce” with Robert, but that would have to be the next step. She hired a lawyer for herself and another one for Robert, and asked Will to represent Robert along with a guardian ad litem appointed by the court. The divorce was final in early 2011. Page wanted to remain Robert’s legal guardian, as she had been since his injury, and no one objected. Will signed for Robert.
On the morning of March 26 last year, Allan and his youngest son, Charles, took Robert to breakfast at IHOP. That evening, Page and Allan married in a small 19th-century chapel at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Richmond in front of about 100 people, including Robert’s father and stepmother, and his brother Will and his wife. But not Robert.
“I just could not have done that,” Page says. “It broke my heart to not be married to Robert anymore, in spite of all the good that was going to happen.”
As Allan held Page’s hands, he promised to always love her and her daughters. He turned to Hope and Nell, who were their mom’s attendants, and smiled. Then he looked back at Page: “And I promise to always help you provide compassionate care for Robert.”
The words seemed to unleash the emotions of the day. Will Melton, an assistant director with the Marine Corps, said he and his father — and everyone in the church including the minister — were moved to tears. “Allan’s vows were so touching,” Will said. “It was very uplifting in that regard — but also kinda sad.”
Page thinks Robert accepted the new expanded family. “On some level, it didn’t matter to him,” Page says.
At an appointment to switch the battery in his defibrillator before he left Richmond, Robert, with Page by his side, was asked if he was married or single. “Single. ... My lady’s married to someone else now,” he said.
Page looked at Robert. “Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine with that,” he said, cheerful as ever, Page says.
Page says there have been a thousand moments like that, when she has felt almost apologetic and wanted to explain.
“In a way, I feel married to Robert forever,” she said a few days before leaving for St. Louis. “It’s not a traditional marriage. It’s not the marriage we signed up for. But I feel like there’s a connection there that never ends.”
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