Sunday, February 24, 2013
why dogs are the best
Here are a few pictures on why I love dogs. They are so serious in the most ridiculous of situations.
Here is Arthur, who is just 4 months and a bit. He found some stuff in the basement and came up to tell us all about it.
In this picture he can't understand what the big deal is and why we are laughing hysterically. Unlike a cat, he had no desire to try to remove whatever it was that was around his neck (it's a matte from a broken picture frame). If we didn't remove it he'd continue his day like nothing was wrong or out of place.
Friday, February 22, 2013
a Blog post about Blog posts
yeah, so sorry, not a very exciting entry today.
I'm using blogger for this blog not the far more expressive typepad or wordpress applications. Then I hooked it up to my google+ account. Now, most of us have a google+ account then we forgot all about it because frankly nothing was going on there. My husband begs to differ and tells me daily about all the wonderful geeky gaming and science posts going on in his circles. Or, and how wonderful Google hangouts are and all the other superior points that google+ has over Facebook.
He's also planning on building a killer robot. Well, actually just a robot, but what point is a robot if it's not a killer robot?
But I still can't get into the whole google+ thing. or Twitter - but that's a whole other complaint.
If you are too good for Facebook, then sure, set yourself up on Google+. In the meantime, I will continue to pass on all the messages from Dominic's family to him since he almost never logs on.
Back to Blogger. Since Blogger is now a Google product I used my google+ account to set it up. which means that you cannot follow my blog in the traditional sense unless you follow me with your own Google+ account. Oh, Google, taking a page from the Apple playbook.
I could revert to the old Blogger account, but then I decided my Google+ profile was so nicely written and I don't have the inclination to revisit all about me. So, we'll just have to find a way to make this all work.
Of course I could be all wrong. I'm still trying to figure things out. I still haven't even figured out why I am even blogging, other than the fact that everyone else is doing it now. I haven't even added any pictures yet. I'll do that in a later post.
I'm using blogger for this blog not the far more expressive typepad or wordpress applications. Then I hooked it up to my google+ account. Now, most of us have a google+ account then we forgot all about it because frankly nothing was going on there. My husband begs to differ and tells me daily about all the wonderful geeky gaming and science posts going on in his circles. Or, and how wonderful Google hangouts are and all the other superior points that google+ has over Facebook.
He's also planning on building a killer robot. Well, actually just a robot, but what point is a robot if it's not a killer robot?
But I still can't get into the whole google+ thing. or Twitter - but that's a whole other complaint.
If you are too good for Facebook, then sure, set yourself up on Google+. In the meantime, I will continue to pass on all the messages from Dominic's family to him since he almost never logs on.
Back to Blogger. Since Blogger is now a Google product I used my google+ account to set it up. which means that you cannot follow my blog in the traditional sense unless you follow me with your own Google+ account. Oh, Google, taking a page from the Apple playbook.
I could revert to the old Blogger account, but then I decided my Google+ profile was so nicely written and I don't have the inclination to revisit all about me. So, we'll just have to find a way to make this all work.
Of course I could be all wrong. I'm still trying to figure things out. I still haven't even figured out why I am even blogging, other than the fact that everyone else is doing it now. I haven't even added any pictures yet. I'll do that in a later post.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
a post about depression
The other week I had a mini crisis. I ran out of my 'happy pills', aka anti-depressant medication. And then there was a mix up between my doctor and the pharmacy so it took a day or three to get it refilled. It might have been longer, as this is how it occurred to me:
oh, no pill today that's ok, I feel fine.
the next day:
hmm, still no pill and no refill - no matter I feel quite normal, so I'll survive until it gets done. Besides I was thinking of weaning off these pills, so maybe I can short cut it.
about 3pm.
Hmm, I feel a bit...off.
about 4:30
I probably shouldn't be driving. I feel like I've had a few too many drinks.
about 6:30
I'm having trouble putting sentences together. I can't find the right words to use. People are looking at me funny. I really feel drunk. I probably shouldn't talk to strangers.
about 11pm
I'm tired but I feel a bit better. Ok, I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning the withdrawal seems to have passed...
the next morning.
Dom asks me a question. I bite his head off. I mean, more than usual, and I even had a coffee to drink.
Later, during a phone call I start crying uncontrollably and raving about how I feel like a failure in everything I do.
that night, I have another breakdown then feel like the person I'm working with is out to get me. But she's not, so another emotional breakdown.
I drop into bed exhausted.
the next day - yay, my meds are here.
I feel great once again.
So, it looks like I won't be off these meds anytime soon. I can't really complain there are no side effects and the fun little side trip I had this week reminds me just how terrible it is to live with depression and anxiety full time. I still deal with depression and anxiety but it is much more manageable with medication.
I also have developed many tools to manage my depression because without that I could not function. Maybe in later posts I'll talk about some of the most effective tools.
oh, no pill today that's ok, I feel fine.
the next day:
hmm, still no pill and no refill - no matter I feel quite normal, so I'll survive until it gets done. Besides I was thinking of weaning off these pills, so maybe I can short cut it.
about 3pm.
Hmm, I feel a bit...off.
about 4:30
I probably shouldn't be driving. I feel like I've had a few too many drinks.
about 6:30
I'm having trouble putting sentences together. I can't find the right words to use. People are looking at me funny. I really feel drunk. I probably shouldn't talk to strangers.
about 11pm
I'm tired but I feel a bit better. Ok, I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning the withdrawal seems to have passed...
the next morning.
Dom asks me a question. I bite his head off. I mean, more than usual, and I even had a coffee to drink.
Later, during a phone call I start crying uncontrollably and raving about how I feel like a failure in everything I do.
that night, I have another breakdown then feel like the person I'm working with is out to get me. But she's not, so another emotional breakdown.
I drop into bed exhausted.
the next day - yay, my meds are here.
I feel great once again.
So, it looks like I won't be off these meds anytime soon. I can't really complain there are no side effects and the fun little side trip I had this week reminds me just how terrible it is to live with depression and anxiety full time. I still deal with depression and anxiety but it is much more manageable with medication.
I also have developed many tools to manage my depression because without that I could not function. Maybe in later posts I'll talk about some of the most effective tools.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Unemployment sucks
I don't get why the government treats people on Employment Insurance like we are children that plan to rip off the system. I'd much rather be working at my full salary than getting the crap insurance rate every week.
oh, EI is a Federal service? figures.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Blogging v2.0
Recently some friends of mine have started blogging again. They are fantastic, interesting, creative gals writing about being a mom, or their most awesome style, their dedication to health and fitness, their talented craftiness and their ingenious thriftiness.
I don't have much talent for crafts, I don't cook, my parenting skills are rather ad hoc, I don't exercise anywhere as much as I should and my eating habits always get me in trouble. My house is far from organized and by organized I mean "clean".
But I have a good sense of humour and enough self-righteousness to write the occasional rant. Because indignant judgemental ill informed anonymous opinions (with a moderated comment board) is what the internet is for! At least once you're finished looking at cat pics and porn. And memes. Who doesn't love memes!
So, I guess I'll post about my stupid parenting moments, how I hate people who are mean, all the great stuff I found on Pinterest that I'll try out one day and all the music I like and how much I think Apple sucks and that Gawker has never been the same since they got rid of Blue States Lose. The hipsters, those damn fucking hipsters...
I'm just going to assume that if you are reading this you know who I am. Or at least you know me from somewhere. If you just stumbled upon this blog by accident, then I am sorry...I mean "welcome".
So why "The Mighty Babooshka"?
It's a play on The Mighty Boosh - that's a BBC production. If you know it you'll know what my sense of humour looks like.
Babooshka - a Russian word for Grandma or old woman. While I'm not a grandmother, I'm 42 and like to complain about being one of 'Teh Oldz'. Also, I'm currently growing out my grey hair. Just because. And I am descended from Russian Jews, so it's a nod to my heritage.
Also, Kate Bush wrote a song called Babooshka.
And I do rock a bandanna tied around my head like a babushka when I'm out in the wilderness.
I really can't describe what I'm all about in one post, at least without not boring the reader. I know I have a low tolerance for wordy blog posts. GET TO THE POINT ALREADY.
So, my best guess is that this blog will be a way for me to tie together all the different aspects of my life and what I'm dealing with or what I accomplished, thought about accomplishing or just laughed it all off with no intention of ever accomplishing a thing.
I don't have much talent for crafts, I don't cook, my parenting skills are rather ad hoc, I don't exercise anywhere as much as I should and my eating habits always get me in trouble. My house is far from organized and by organized I mean "clean".
But I have a good sense of humour and enough self-righteousness to write the occasional rant. Because indignant judgemental ill informed anonymous opinions (with a moderated comment board) is what the internet is for! At least once you're finished looking at cat pics and porn. And memes. Who doesn't love memes!
So, I guess I'll post about my stupid parenting moments, how I hate people who are mean, all the great stuff I found on Pinterest that I'll try out one day and all the music I like and how much I think Apple sucks and that Gawker has never been the same since they got rid of Blue States Lose. The hipsters, those damn fucking hipsters...
I'm just going to assume that if you are reading this you know who I am. Or at least you know me from somewhere. If you just stumbled upon this blog by accident, then I am sorry...I mean "welcome".
So why "The Mighty Babooshka"?
It's a play on The Mighty Boosh - that's a BBC production. If you know it you'll know what my sense of humour looks like.
Babooshka - a Russian word for Grandma or old woman. While I'm not a grandmother, I'm 42 and like to complain about being one of 'Teh Oldz'. Also, I'm currently growing out my grey hair. Just because. And I am descended from Russian Jews, so it's a nod to my heritage.
Also, Kate Bush wrote a song called Babooshka.
And I do rock a bandanna tied around my head like a babushka when I'm out in the wilderness.
I really can't describe what I'm all about in one post, at least without not boring the reader. I know I have a low tolerance for wordy blog posts. GET TO THE POINT ALREADY.
So, my best guess is that this blog will be a way for me to tie together all the different aspects of my life and what I'm dealing with or what I accomplished, thought about accomplishing or just laughed it all off with no intention of ever accomplishing a thing.
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