Just Say Gingivitis

There was a Canada wide contest for those dental offices who wished to participate called "Just say gingivitis". The main prize was a trip and the three secondary ones were for three tv's.
One of our patients won a tv and this is a letter thanking us. The couple in question live in the country in a trailer park with no telephone and are the sweetest people you would want to meet. He does beautiful wood carvings made from the bark of trees and now does ones made from old pieces of telephone poles. Wood spirits he calls his art, they are really something to see.

Anyway here is the letter verbatim......

Dear Dr.'s.........

I just wanted you to have an update on the TV prize. It came by courier on Oct. 16. We hoped it was "mostly box" but it's all TV! They said in the "Congradulation" letter that it was 23" but it is a 26" Panasonic LCD Viera. The hole in our entertaiment unit is old style square and the tv is long and on a pedestal. We rearranged the living room (all six feet of it) so the tv would be eye level and on something solid (slim but heavy). The room looked like a couple of college students dumped their various articles and piled the furniture on one side. I'm surprised the RV didn't tip over. So last saturday D*** took the cirrcular saw to the ET unit and cut it down to half. Now
A) The tv is eye level in front of us. B) We have more light and view. C) We don't have to look at the paint can in the corner. D) We can watch paint dry on that big TV. It took us days to set the picture via remote (three choices).
We don't know all it can do because we're not on digital cable and not frequent DVD renters.
That's a whole world we don't understand. We've never won anything let alone something more valuable than our car. I feel like putting bars on the doors and windows. We should insure the "TV" and have the RV and car as "riders".
Thanks for entering us in the contest and see you in 2007.


What the hell is sweeter than that? I just had to share.
Sometimes good things happen to good people. I wish more often though.......

Photos as Promised

I wasn't able to take the pictures myself but thanks to the kindness of others, here are some.


Fou, Budda, Gallager and I think that's Spike's ass.

George(Fou's owner), Fou and Budda (enlarge the photo and check out Fou's eyes)

Pam (Gallager's owner), Gallager,Budda, and Rosey
Rosey, Fou and Spike

Rosey
Fou
It was fun and I (we) got to meet a lot of people that I would never normally encounter. Everyone has contacted me via e-mail and want to get together again . I think it's fate's way of getting me out and about again.

Que sera sera.....................

Part II

I New This Was Going To Happen

I had a bad feeling when Princess told me about this Brit. Call it mother's intuition or call it the fact that I am a "sensitive". Whatever the case, it turned out the way I expected.

Someone got hurt and it wasn't Princess. I warned her about getting involved too quickly but she said it was cool, he understood when she said, "we'll see".

Well he didn't see!!! He fell, hook, line and sinker.

Last nite she was going to have dinner with him (at his place) and give him the news. I was worried about his attitude, as he had already suspected and told her (previously) that his mother would be very upset if she broke up with him. How weird is that? I myself had visions of anger and e-mailed her to do it in an open venue. She doesn't really know him and the fact that he is an intelligent person means diddly squat.

I called her first thing *her* morning (time difference) to alleviate my worries. She got my message and they went out for dinner but he didn't take it well to say the least.

THE BEST is yet to come! She apparently likes this other guy who is more her type. She is also good friends with the females in her program and they think this other guy is right for her.

I finally said, "you are there to study, not find a boyfriend." You are all acting like kindergarden children. She agreed, even to the fact that the girls whisper in class, who's dating who?

As I said before, Princess hasn't had a boyfriend in three years, because of her, not so nice, first serious one, but..............

She's so far away, I worry about her perspective.

FOU


This is the guest of honor at the PUG PARTY. I thought it was Jou, my mistake. His owner made his outfit. Sorry for all you animal rights activists out there but that is REAL leather. You can't see it in the photo but those are rhinestones adorning his cape.
He's only eight weeks old! Oh. My. God. Too cute! He was right in there with the big boys, running and chasing them around the yard.
Rosey's gift was a big hit! He loved it right away.



My f**king camera decided it needed a new battery after this one photo. People there were kind enough to offer to send me pictures so I will share later.

On another note, Rosey was also a big hit. Apparently, the party giver, Verity, was interested in getting Rosey but she lollygagged too long and............que sera, sera.

Interestingly enough, George, Fou's owner, also wanted Rosey and asked me, "how she copes with stairs". I really didn't understand the question because I live three flights up and she does it three times a day. No Problem! Seems that when George went to see her she couldn't make it up the stairs into the breeder's house?? She stopped halfway up, like she was tired or couldn't make it.

When I went to see her, she had no problem with the stairs. As a matter of fact, I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but when we were in the owner's living room, Rosey was on my lap and she peed on me. I went to the bathroom to wipe it of as best as I could and she waited outside the door for me. I fell in love at first site, pee or no pee. She hasn't done it since.
Her owner said she was marking me as hers.

I believe in fate.

It was a wonderful time, so many pugs, nice people.............. but when we got home, Rosey literally ran up the stairs, she was glad to be home. Me too!!

*Home Sweet Home*

PS I forgot to mention she was the only girl there, so much attention from the opposite sex. She actually spent a lot of time under my chair and in my arms to ward of the amorous advances.

HaHa! Don't we all!! Sometimes I wish I had a chair to crawl under. :)

PUG PARTY

Rosey and I have been invited to a party tomorrow by a lady I met at The House of Dogs. The party is for a friend of hers that just got a pug puppy named Jou. There is only pugs and their owners invited.

I got this present for Jou, it's a pug webkinz. You have to go online and adopt him. Then you are totally responsible for his well being.

I have been invited to a number of parties and events since I came to this city but I usually decline. This one however, is a definite GO. How fun is it going to be, to be around all these adorable creatures. My camera is a must!!

Now, I couldn't very well get this present for someone else and not one for Rosey, could I?

Smart Car

POLLY POCKET
The city I live in is very environmentally conscious. There are a number of these cars on the road but personally I don't like them. There's room for two people to sit but very little else. I have always driven a sports car with no back seat but at least I had a trunk!
Well today I saw a reason to believe why it could be a smart car.


The car was being driven by an older man and his wife beside him. They had to be in there eighties! Their vision when calculating how close to another vechicle they are would not be an issue and parking should be a snap. Also if they hit something or someone, I would think that damage would be at a minimum.

No harm, no foul.

PS They really did look very cute. And safe for all others.

Oct 15 1917



Dutch spy H21, also known as Mata Hari, is executed in Paris by a 12-man firing squad. The dancer, born Gertrude Zelle, had slept with a number of high-ranking military officers from around the world and passed secrets along to the German high command. After death, her body is given to the University of Paris medical school for dissection.




Mata Hari's body was not claimed by any family members and was accordingly used for medical study. Her head was embalmed and kept in the Museum of Anatomy in Paris, but in 2000, archivists discovered that the head had disappeared, possibly as early as 1954, when the museum had been relocated. Records dated from 1918 show that the museum also received the rest of the cadaver but none of the remains could later be accounted for.

The fact that a former exotic dancer had been executed as a spy immediately provoked many rumours. One is that she blew a kiss to her executioners, although it is more likely that she blew a kiss to her lawyer, who was a witness to the execution and a former lover of hers. Her dying words were purported to be "Merci, monsieur". Another rumour claims that, in an attempt to distract her executioners, she flung open her coat and exposed her naked body.

A 1934 New Yorker article, however, reported that at her execution she actually wore "a neat Amazonian tailored suit, specially made for the occasion, and a pair of new white gloves." A third rumour had it that Mata Hari was unusually composed at the execution, refusing to be tied or blindfolded — and that this is because the firing squad was to be bribed to use blanks for a fake execution, but the plan failed.


"I am ready."

Henry Wales was a British reporter who covered the execution. We join his story as Mata Hari is awakened in the early morning of October 15. She had made a direct appeal to the French president for clemency and was expectantly awaiting his reply:


The first intimation she received that her plea had been denied was when she was led at daybreak from her cell in the Saint-Lazare prison to a waiting automobile and then rushed to the barracks where the firing squad awaited her.
Never once had the iron will of the beautiful woman failed her. Father Arbaux, accompanied by two sisters of charity, Captain Bouchardon, and Maitre Clunet, her lawyer, entered her cell, where she was still sleeping - a calm, untroubled sleep, it was remarked by the turnkeys and trusties.

The sisters gently shook her. She arose and was told that her hour had come.

"May I write two letters"?' was all she asked.

Consent was given immediately by Captain Bouchardon, and pen, ink, paper, and envelopes were given to her.
She seated herself at the edge of the bed and wrote the letters with feverish haste. She handed them over to the custody of her lawyer.

Then she drew on her stockings, black, silken, filmy things, grotesque in the circumstances. She placed her high-heeled slippers on her feet and tied the silken ribbons over her insteps.

She arose and took the long black velvet cloak, edged around the bottom with fur and with a huge square fur collar hanging down the back, from a hook over the head of her bed. She placed this cloak over the heavy silk kimono which she had been wearing over her nightdress.

Her wealth of black hair was still coiled about her head in braids. She put on a large, flapping black felt hat with a black silk ribbon and bow. Slowly and indifferently, it seemed, she pulled on a pair of black kid gloves. Then she said calmly: "I am ready".

The party slowly filed out of her cell to the waiting automobile.
The car sped through the heart of the sleeping city. It was scarcely half-past five in the morning and the sun was not yet fully up.
Clear across Paris the car whirled to the Caserne de Vincennes, the barracks of the old fort which the Germans stormed in 1870.

The troops were already drawn up for the execution. The twelve Zouaves, forming the firing squad, stood in line, their rifles at ease. A subofficer stood behind them, sword drawn.
The automobile stopped, and the party descended, Mata Hari last. The party walked straight to the spot, where a little hummock of earth reared itself seven or eight feet high and afforded a background for such bullets as might miss the human target.
As Father Arbaux spoke with the condemned woman, a French officer approached, carrying a white cloth.

"The blindfold," he whispered to the nuns who stood there and handed it to them.

"Must I wear that?" asked Mata Hari, turning to her lawyer, as her eyes glimpsed the blindfold.

Maitre Clunet turned interrogatively to the French officer.

"If Madame prefers not, it makes no difference," replied the officer, hurriedly turning away. .

Mata Hari was not bound and she was not blindfolded. She stood gazing steadfastly at her executioners, when the priest, the nuns, and her lawyer stepped away from her.
The officer in command of the firing squad, who had been watching his men like a hawk that none might examine his rifle and try to find out whether he was destined to fire the blank cartridge which was in the breech of one rifle, seemed relieved that the business would soon be over.

A sharp, crackling command and the file of twelve men assumed rigid positions at attention. Another command, and their rifles were at their shoulders; each man gazed down his barrel at the breast of the women which was the target.

She did not move a muscle.

The underofficer in charge had moved to a position where from the corners of their eyes they could see him. His sword was extended in the air.

It dropped. The sun - by this time up - flashed on the burnished blade as it described an arc in falling. Simultaneously the sound of the volley rang out. Flame and a tiny puff of greyish smoke issued from the muzzle of each rifle. Automatically the men dropped their arms.

At the report Mata Hari fell. She did not die as actors and moving picture stars would have us believe that people die when they are shot. She did not throw up her hands nor did she plunge straight forward or straight back.

Instead she seemed to collapse. Slowly, inertly, she settled to her knees, her head up always, and without the slightest change of expression on her face. For the fraction of a second it seemed she tottered there, on her knees, gazing directly at those who had taken her life. Then she fell backward, bending at the waist, with her legs doubled up beneath her. She lay prone, motionless, with her face turned towards the sky.

A non-commissioned officer, who accompanied a lieutenant, drew his revolver from the big, black holster strapped about his waist. Bending over, he placed the muzzle of the revolver almost - but not quite - against the left temple of the spy. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore into the brain of the woman.

"Mata Hari was surely dead."

Perfection Personified

Apparently a double curl in a pugs tail is considered so. That's my Rosey! I don't think she could get it tighter. haha

The heat is OVER, thank gawd! Spaying is top of my agenda of things to do. I made lite of it but it really was a pain in the keister. I never want to see kiddies panties again!!

Future chillum...... uh, nope. Sorry!

Speaking of panties

My seven year old neice was up in the city with her dad yesterday. (my brother) He was receiving an award for his work( he's an enviromentalist) and could bring one guest. Maggie, sorry, Maddie it was. :)

She wanted to come and meet Rosey but we had a terrific rain storm and he couldn't make it to my place so they stayed at my sister's. Anyway, they called me that evening and when I was talking to Maddie, she asked me why Rosey wore panties. (I had sent a picture).

She was in heat I responded and um, and um, and another um, I didn't know what the hell to say!

"Was she on her period?" Maddie asked.

Quickly I said, yeah, that's right. Got off the hook on that one, BUT a seven year let me off it!'

I think she set me up!!

SCAM!!!!!


READ CAREFULLY!

I don't how many of you shop at Sam's Club or Costco, but this may be useful to know. I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. This happened to me and it could happen to you!!

Here's how the scam works: Two seriously good-looking 23-year-old well-built guys come over to your car as you are packing your shopping in the trunk. They both are shirtless and start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their highly-defined chest muscles and rock-hard abs exposed.

It's impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to another Sam's Club or Costco.
You agree and they get in the back seat. On the way, they start talking dirty about what they want to do to you. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and begins kissing your neck and begs you to pull over so he can make love to you!! While this is going on the other guy steals your purse!!

I had my purse stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Saturday, and also yesterday and most likely tomorrow.

Have a great week-end y'all !!

Michigan J. Frog

You know the frog from the old black & white WarnerBros. cartoons? Singing, Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gallllllllll.............................., he'd only sing for the construction worker and no one believed him. Still with me? Okay then. I feel like that scenario today.

After I came back from my run yesterday, I still wasn't hungry but I tried a slice of turkey and a spoonful of the dressing. The turkey was the best one I have ever, ever cooked. The dressing was divine, I kid you not. The only thing is.......is that I am the only one that knows that and everyone else will just have to take my word for it. They are all out of town, hence my comparison. I don't know why but it just seemed appropiate.

Perhaps because I love that cartoon and Foghorn Leghorn. Also, The Roadrunner, Pluto, and Tweetie Bird. (My bathroom is all done up in Tweetie Bird stuff, shower curtain, floor mat, towels, soap dispenser, and even a BIG Robin Hood Tweety Bird on the top of my toilet tank.
What can I say? I love the classics.

I miss Princess. We talk all the time. She had a wonderful evening last nite at dinner. She really likes her fellow DP's. She's having the Brit over for dinner tonite, she's been to his place a number of times so she is reciprocating.

I'm going down memory lane............( bare with me)

When she was three & one-half years old, her father and I were separating and sat her on the chesterfield to tell her. Later when she was older, she told me she was fine at the time but she was worried who was going to get the computer. She had all her games on it, along with spelling and math programs that I had bought for her.

Another time, a few years later when she was seven, a gentleman friend ( one skiing date) had bought me a Christmas present. I never dated openly around her, only when she was away or at a friends house. I didn't want that "uncle" situation, so she never actually saw anyone. But she had big ears and eyes, and knew this bottle of perfume was from a man.

Anyway, one day shortly after, we were in a department store and she spied the fragrance counter. She went right up to it, spied the exact perfume in the glass counter and boldly asked the lady how much it was . $150.00 the lady responded. After we left the store she turned to me and said, "he must really like you".

This comes from a shy child who wouldn't even buy something from the corner store without me asking. Her class reports were excellent except the remarks, she should interact and speak out more. She told me in later years that she didn't speak out because the conversation wasn't worth it.

Child of mine. :)

Brains ain't all they're cracked up to be........

I'm really smart but really dumb sometimes. I decided to cook a turkey for Thanksgiving, (I really didn't decide until I went to the grocery store.) I love turkey and got caught up in the moment. Upon reflection, what was I thinking?

A 4.4 kg bird for ONE person. Yup! Go figure, I convinced myself that I could freeze most of it.

Anyway I also bought this prepared fancy cranberry stuffing, which I have never done before. Up at 7 a.m. , walked Rosey, than proceeded to prepare the bird. This time, for the hell of it, I decided to follow instructions that came with it. I grabbed my glasses off the counter, went over to the sink, put them on and everything was dark. What happened to the lights? I then realized I had put on my sunglasses. Yup! In my defense, I was still half asleep. I then added some of my own things to the stuffing like, pine nuts and smoked oysters. (I only trusted that prepared stuff so much.)

I'm not even hungry now and the turkey is done to perfection, I better go for a run to work up an appetite.

Princess is going to a DP(displaced people) :) dinner tonite with her university cohorts.

Oh, she got a job. She is now a barista and has been keeping me in good humor with tales of her job. One customer yesterday, was sticking around the coffee shop until closing time. I jokingly said, "didn't the swish of the mop between her feet give her the hint"?
"No", Princess said, "it didn't"!
She really WAS mopping around her feet and the person paid no attention.
Why are some people so inconsiderate?

Anyway, I'm off for a run...........I wonder what that dressing will taste like? Hmmmmm.

Did You Ever Have, "Just One Of Those Days"


I am so psyched, I found a perfect present today. I was just walking down the street at lunch and a Japanese restaurant nearby has been sold and the new owners are selling off the dishes at ridiculous prices.
I bought soup bowls, rice bowls, tea cups, sushi plates and two saki holders with saki cups. I know I'm not using the right terminology for the dishes but I'm only Canadian. :)

Then I went to a local coffee shop, Tim Hortons, I wanted to try their chili as everyone tells me it's the best. The special included a donut and coffee. I wanted a bagel as I don't like donuts but didn't even get into that and was prepared to pay the difference. The girl said, why don't I just give you that instead of the donut. Was I hearing right?? No fuss no muss? I'm telling you my stars must have been lined up today! I felt like I could take on the world. :)

Getting back to presents, I also found a beautiful Japanese placemat set. (New, at another shop). The placemats are gorgeous but it's the chopsticks and their holders........... they have a pink design with pink rosebud holders. How's that for cute.
I also have bought a really cute Japanese pink kitty cutlery set. Thanks to a fellow blogger, Shigeki, that has one.( d:-o )

Changing the subject, I had an unexpected patient in today. She thought she had an appointment with me but she wasn't on the schedule. She was a bit upset as her appointments have been rescheduled twice now. It turned out fine as I has a father and daughter before her that I finished early with and was able to fit her in. I really like her so I was happy to make her happy. Anyway during the appointment there was a lot of water and I asked her, " do you swallow or spit it out"? She said, "it doesn't matter, I'm easy to get along with". Two seconds later, I cracked up and said , do you realize what I just said? She was laughing so hard she couldn't talk. I wouldn't have said anything if she wasn't cool.

On that note, I hope you have..........one of those days.

Oct 2 1978

Tim Allen is arrested with 1.4 pounds of cocaine at Kalamazoo Airport in Michigan. After testifying against his partner, Allen serves only 2.5 years for felony drug possession. Otherwise, it would have been a life sentence. Tim later becomes a comic, ultimately landing the starring role in the ABC television sitcom Home Improvement.

I knew there was a reason why I didn't like that guy.


Also on this day in history

Oct 2 1985

Homosexual actor Rock Hudson dies of AIDS in his Beverly Hills home.



After Hudson's death, Marc Christian sued his lover's estate on grounds of "intentional infliction of emotional distress." Christian tested negative (and as far as anyone knows is still HIV-free) — but the fact remains that Hudson continued having sex with him for a year after he knew he had AIDS. (So he says, Hudson is dead) Through high-profile attorney Marvin Mitchelson (the plaintiff's lawyer in the 1976 Lee Marvin "palimony" case), Christian sued for $5 million, and ended up with $14.5 million ("Sometimes juries get angry," Mitchelson later remarked).



Lest you applaud Marc Christian as a hero — despite the fact that his suit and subsequent win sent a message to those who might fail to inform partners of their HIV status — keep in mind Christian's apparent internalized homophobia and obvious disdain for the gay community: In 2001, when Larry King remarked that "a lot of people" were mad at Christian when he won his case, Christian replied, "Yeah, especially the gays. ... I found out that I got a lot more vitriolic hatred from liberal gays than I did from conservative straight people. Straight people were great to me, because I think they found themselves in a position of, gee, if my wife or my husband hadn't told me, I'd know how he would feel. ... I think that liberal gays think that if you had AIDS, you couldn't do any wrong. You could go out and infect anyone you want, you're the victim. ... There is this whole victim mentality that we have, not just in the gay world, but in America now, that it's always somebody else's fault. ... A lot of the groups like Lambda, GLAAD, and amfAR, they didn't like me too much.

With an attitude like that, it's easy to see why they didn't.

Too, there is the question of Christian's relationship with Hudson. Hudson"s biographer Sara Davidson, was to have said: "By the time I met Rock... Marc Christian was living in his guest house, and Tom Clark, who had been his lover for many years before, was living in the house, and he — Marc was frozen out, he wasn't allowed to come in the house. He was holding on to his territory. It was a very strange scene."

I knew there was a reason I didn't like that guy.


Anecdote from The Larry King Show interviewing Mitchelson.

KING: You remember, as an onlooker then, Marvin, did you think Rock Hudson was gay? You lived here.

MITCHELSON: I lived here all my life.

KING: You heard the rumors...

MITCHELSON: I heard the rumors, but it just didn't seem like he was.

KING: No one looked less — I don't know if you look gay... Is there such a thing as looking gay?


I knew there was a reason I liked that guy.

I Knew This Was Going To Happen


Princess is finally settling in to Calgary. She has all her books and furniture, loves her apartment, and is getting to know the city. She has decided to go about things differently this time at school. She never wanted to associate with fellow students socially in her last two programs but being in a new city, she has decided to change her attitude. She has joined a number of associations and has gone to social events organized by fellow PhD students. Eg. pot luck dinners, lunches, etc.

Okay, now at the first pot luck dinner, everyone was joking around and this Brit proposed to her. haha?? Then a few days later he invited her to lunch, on the ruse(just my opinion) that she missed a luncheon they had because of class. Then he invited her over for dinner at his apartment, he made her a veggy bolognese(he's not vegetarian).
He then suggested they take a bus trip to Banff on the week-end.

Now this child of mine, is a child of mine! We see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear. Just friends she told me, okay I replied. I didn't really say that. haha. I asked her if he had a crush on her. NO, she said, we're just friends. Then I said okay. To myself, yeah right!

This morning I asked her how the trip was. Fantastic she said, but.............up on the mountain, on a grassy knoll with the beautiful view below them, they were having lunch and he proceeds to tell her how he feels.
Well, he thinks she's fantastic(right about that) and states his intentions. She listens and puts her reservations out there and then says "we'll see". That was enough for him and she said, you look pretty pleased with yourself. (I guess that itself was sufficient)

I was worried about this because they are in the same program and have to see each other all the time. She is like me and her interest can wane pretty quickly if he doesn't keep up with her.
One thing he has going for him is that he is smart and can keep up intellectually. He's also very sweet she says.

Who know's? He's not even her type physically though from what she's told me. I just don't like the feel of it, she made him promise they would stay friends if it didn't work out. I really hope it does, she deserves someone nice. Too many bad boys out there.
He's twenty-four, she's twenty-two.