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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Planning for a wedding

So this is the beginning of a great deal of work. Not that I am adverse to working...in the right capacity it can feel productive as opposed to tiring. Weddings are supposed to be a gathering of family to celebrate the union of two people. This has been a union a long time in the making cause the engagement period took long enough, let me tell you!
The idea of an engagement had first begun with Egyptians, a process created for the soul purpose of getting to know one another and ensuring compatibility.

You want me to sign a prenup?

Yes, a prenuptial agreement is not exactly new news folks. Its been around for a VERY long time indeed, doing the same job it was always meant to do: protect the interests of the parties involved. Going all the way back to the beginning of course it was a little broader in the scope of prenuptial agreement, at one time including the interests of the entire "clan".

Who's paying for this shindig?

On the banks of the Nile is where historically the groom would pay for his bride, then the grooms family would fit the bill for the celebration. Not true in all cultures throughout history, until recent years it was the brides family who would see to that tiny detail. Now, it's a scramble for not just the families of the bride and groom but the bride and grooms themselves to cover the cost. With the ever increasing industry that the business of weddings has become we are seeing prices soar with it. Shark fin soup anyone? It's all about presentation, preparation and execution. Showing family and friends a good time while impressing them thoroughly is the number one concern on any modern brides "to do" list. In many parts of Asia as well as the rest of the world a show of wealth is made by the menu. How so? As mentioned above shark fin soup is quite the rage. Never mind that the shark fin itself is completely tasteless and all you're eating is some broth with a bit of fin in it...it's all about the cost. If mom really wants it and she's willing to pay for tradition at a premium dollar is there really anything to quibble about? Don't worry that sharks are destroyed for the soul purpose of their fins and thinning out dramatically in population. In the end it can be from shark fin soup to the finest delicacies made by an award winning chef, clout comes with the dollars attached to the event.

Parades to promenades...

Way back in the old country...wherever that old country might be it was a tradition to have a parade or celebration to show off the engaged or newly married couple. Imagine...strutting your stuff and waving like the Queen of England down the main street of a large city just cause your getting hitched finally. Well, no longer the style we have seen that tradition morph into something far more modern--the party. Yes, another party in a long line of parties to come...the big finale being the wedding reception itself. The engagement party, the stag and doe, the bridal shower, the bachelor party, the bachelorette party and finally the wedding. Did I miss any? Maybe. The point is, when your planning a wedding you undertake not just the main even but others as well...makes my head spin thinking about the organizational skills required to pull it all off successfully and without a hitch in the giddy up.


Planning a wedding can be a harrowing experience, for this reason I caution all young loves and couples with big plans for the future to pick carefully when assembling their wedding party. A good wedding party can make or break the wedding from the early stages of planning all the way to the execution. While the marriage can often turn into something you may want to forget, the celebration of that marriage should be something to remember!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Life as a Personal Support Worker

So I have begun my journey as a PSW, still taking a class for the certificate but have been hired by a company to do things that I have yet to be trained in class to do. Hope they plan on showing me a few things otherwise I'm gonna be that menace coming to your house to perform pericare without a clue on how to do it. Wonder when they will put a college of PSW's together so the profession can be regulated...I realized that PSW's do a broad range of stuff so it is hard to pin down a specific list of tasks although it can't be impossible...I mean, what do nurses not WANT to do...and there you go, you have tasks that are specific to a PSW. I mean, my friend calls herself a poop connosiuer, not exactly the full aspect of what she does but when she is taking stool samples and cleaning ostomy bags, its pretty much a good discription. Hospitals are finally hiring PSW's full time to do the jobs that nurses claim they have no time for. So does that mean that if PSW's were not around the nurses weren't doing their jobs correctly?? hmm food for thought.

In a recent conversation with my cousin she said that she didn't want to become a PSW because she would be a 'nurse's bitch'. Not a very flattering comment at all when you think about the thousands of PSW's out there making not a bad dollar from picking up the slack that nurses don't find time for. She continued to make a comment about my temporary choice of being a PSW. "Do you really want to work under the nurses?" Well my retort was simply this: You will always have a supervisor and you only answer to that supervisor it doesn't matter what kind of job you have. I mean, nurses answer to their supervisor sometimes a doctor and yes those with a superiority complex will always be assholes no matter where they are...no matter what profession. I mean I once worked for Tim Hortons and my supervisor thought her shit didn't stink just because she was in a position of power over those around her. Power trips happen anywhere.

My ultimate goal is to become a Registered Practical Nurse, not even close to the kind of profession I fancied for myself while growing up, but priorities change and health care pays.
An RPN is a nurse, although not the same as a Registered Nurse (RN) I can't imagine going to school for four years at university to come out with a degree in nursing. Quite frankly I don't have the time, not many parents do. So the obvious choice is RPN. Shorter schooling period, with a darn good paycheque at the end of it all...did I mention that it's half the cost if not cheaper than that even?

Anyway. I lost the point of my rant somewhere in the body of my blog. oh well.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Neighbors: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly.


So in every movie there is one neighbor who just cannot help themselves in the nosey dept. That would be me. Or at least mildly if not fanatically. I have been blessed with several neighbors and while for the most part they are great there are a few "questionables" (and who knows, I might be one of those)

My immediate neighbors are your typical neighbors on the outside. The one to the right of me is a single woman with her single dog living her carefree single life but with an older twist. That translates into her NOT partying every weekend which is fine by my family oriented standards.

The neighbors to the left of me are a mother and her daughter. Her rank is an Army Sgt. who is an absolute sweetheart. Her daughter???
What to say, the typical teenager who could do with a dose of reality and what adults do in the real world. Aside from that, completely normal. Now lets look at the neighborhood neighbors.

The single woman to the right of me that I mentioned earlier has a neighbor in the semi units beside our row house. They have two sons the eldest, a 15 year old boy who breaks into houses. How do I know this little tidbit? Well the single neighbor experienced it herself. Found her cell phone stolen and condoms that didn't belong to her lying about. Also found a healthy dose of child pornography on her computer. The military police came over, made a big 'do' of taking away her PC and looking stern. It was a good thing that 15 year old left stuff behind that incriminated him. Not that it did anything. The military police requested that he pay the money required to replace the phone and a letter of apology.

How does one apologise for something like that? Complete home invasion, used for god knows what purpose and to top it all off he was looking at child pornography. This is how it starts, frightening that the MP's have turned a blind eye to it and that no one else can step in locally because it occured on a military base.


The neighbors across the road are an interesting bunch. There are two families that I am most entertained by. One runs a home daycare through the Borden Family Resource Center and everyday these kids are running around and she is just SCREAMING at them. I babysit, but there is no way that I would yell like that especially at children who are not mine. But hey, when you go through the FRC on base here they are supposed to be doing check ups to make sure everything is just fine. I'm sure it is.....................................


The neighbors two houses over to the right across the street have a teenager as well. I don't know much about her except that she is having or really WANTS to have sex with her boyfriend. All day on the weekends and well into the night on week days she sits in front of their house making out with him. They go into these positions that had my daughter been outside with me at the time I would have been upset. He pins her to the wall while she wraps her legs around him....all the while grinding against one another.


And so you see.


The good, The bad, and the just plain ugly of the neighborhood. All observed from the confines of my own property.