Displaced American

There are days when I am painfully aware I am officially and orphan. My brother always seems to have coped with the passing of my parents so much more gracefully than I have. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t mourn the passing of these wise wonderful people, I just don’t think he laments the loss as openly as I do. Above are my parents. My Mother passed away 16 years ago April 10th (which seems brutally impossible) and my father will be gone 10 years on March 20th….as the old saying goes where did the time go.
I miss everything they were….my father was a child of the depression…he lived a remarkable and interesting life…my mom was a strong and sassy product of the 30’s and her upbringing by her Grandmother and her Uncle taught her compassion, charm, wit and most of all love…
My father was a child of “divorce” something unheard of in the 20’s…his upbringing taught him character as he was shuffled from place to place and always treated him  like they (meaning whoever had him that week) were doing him a favor…he was a child..love was all he was looking for.
From these 2 amazing people I learned all of the above…but mostly I learned despite their imperfections they had the capacity to love me unconditionally.
As the clock ticks on my life..I always wonder if they would be disappointed in who I became. My brother was the success. Great job, great family, great wife. Stable, steady and productive. I on the other hand was a dreamer (which they supported) I was the creative theater girl…did my thing from the time I was in 4th grade. Music, comedy etc, but I was so busy thinking I might miss something, I never stood still long enough to enjoy the moment. It is like Ben Franklin said…”Lost time is never found again” and at 48 I am painfully aware of that.
So here’s to the “kids” who might have been a disappointment, who followed their own path, made mistakes and owned them and realize how precious time really is and thanks to my parents for allowing me to stumble and fall and especially for dusting me off and telling me to do it again…and mostly for saying I love you and honestly meaning it!

There are days when I am painfully aware I am officially and orphan. My brother always seems to have coped with the passing of my parents so much more gracefully than I have. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t mourn the passing of these wise wonderful people, I just don’t think he laments the loss as openly as I do. Above are my parents. My Mother passed away 16 years ago April 10th (which seems brutally impossible) and my father will be gone 10 years on March 20th….as the old saying goes where did the time go.

I miss everything they were….my father was a child of the depression…he lived a remarkable and interesting life…my mom was a strong and sassy product of the 30’s and her upbringing by her Grandmother and her Uncle taught her compassion, charm, wit and most of all love…

My father was a child of “divorce” something unheard of in the 20’s…his upbringing taught him character as he was shuffled from place to place and always treated him  like they (meaning whoever had him that week) were doing him a favor…he was a child..love was all he was looking for.

From these 2 amazing people I learned all of the above…but mostly I learned despite their imperfections they had the capacity to love me unconditionally.

As the clock ticks on my life..I always wonder if they would be disappointed in who I became. My brother was the success. Great job, great family, great wife. Stable, steady and productive. I on the other hand was a dreamer (which they supported) I was the creative theater girl…did my thing from the time I was in 4th grade. Music, comedy etc, but I was so busy thinking I might miss something, I never stood still long enough to enjoy the moment. It is like Ben Franklin said…”Lost time is never found again” and at 48 I am painfully aware of that.

So here’s to the “kids” who might have been a disappointment, who followed their own path, made mistakes and owned them and realize how precious time really is and thanks to my parents for allowing me to stumble and fall and especially for dusting me off and telling me to do it again…and mostly for saying I love you and honestly meaning it!

The world is a “Shitacaine”

As I look at the world through Olympic glasses these days…my concern seems to be..how many medals did we win..are we in 1st place yet and of course will the USA beat Canada for a chance at gold on Friday. 

Reality bit me in the ass again today…when I see what is happening in the Ukraine and I wonder…why, how and once again why. 

It is 2014 the world seems to still be doing the same battles for power and I seem to lose a little more faith in the human race…Humans abuse their children, their elderly, their animals….

I am in a dark place on a sunny day, which as a rule is all I look forward to in life…today I look forward to a little kindness, a little compassion and mostly a little more love…..image

kateoplis:

Today in Kiev: 18 Dead (In Focus)

Meanwhile this continues in this still goes on in the world……

In the name of all things holy….Bring the Olympics back to North America…..430 am puck drop PST….this is dedication…okay..good night and for the love of God…KICK RUSSIA’S ASS #TEAM USA

"CHILDREN OF A COMMON MOTHER"

*except during Olympic Hockey

Most days I am very well aware that I am displaced and living North of the Border. I cross the border very often. I shop in the USA which is situated 36 minutes from where I reside . Today I am not shopping or buying amazing various flavors ( oops I am in Canada it is spelled flavoUrs here) of Poptarts. 

Many mornings I am greeted with various notifications on my cellphone from my nieces filled with great pictures of my nephews or updates on their lives that make me feel wanted and loved. Today thanks to the 2014 Olympics I was greeted by lovely messages where people deemed it VITAL I was aware before I could actually focus that Canada is ahead in the medal count and TEAM CANADA  just beat TEAM USA in Women’s hockey and that apparently I was cheering for the wrong team. 

Now let me be clear…I am American. I love parades, fireworks, pop, baseball and our flag etc. The Star Spangled Banner makes me cry and despite the fact our government seems to be run by 11 year olds…everything American makes me feel proud. I live in a happy space, I pretend nothing bad is actually our fault, I know better but when you miss everything that seems to be part of your history, you let things slide. 

In truth it was not raining today…EVERYONE let me know that my foul mood could not be blamed on the weather…which is true it was 48 degrees ( I have no clue what that is in celsius, I refuse to conform) outside and partly sunny. Despite the obvious I lacked the joy to embrace the day. I wanted to scream…”THANKS FOR THE HEALTH CARE CANADA BUT I WANT TO GO HOME” I refrained from what seemed to want to fly out of my mouth (like a person suffering from Tourette Syndrome) STFU. Thanks to some actual personal restraint…I simply conceded defeat.

I will now as a symbol of my disdain go and make Cheeseburgers and Fries for dinner…I will later bake Chocolate Chip cookies and pout…once again..NORTH OF THE BORDER!

ps…GO TEAM USA ..

theonion:

Editorial Cartoon | Preempting Strikes

Ahhh you gotta love political humor……

theonion:

Editorial Cartoon | Preempting Strikes

Ahhh you gotta love political humor……

Happiness is found for me on a tiny little island in Mexico….Isla Mujeres..they assure me that “every little thing gonna be alright”….I trust them when I am there! the problem is eventually you have to leave and go back to Raingloomer (well at least I do)and then the rain bitching will begin again for me. People here seem to take it personal when I complain about the incredible amount of rain endured here. I want to sit them down like small children and explain to them…It is not you I hate, or your city, your country, your lack of decent pizza and respectable yet bastardized Chinese food…it is your rain…it is me..the Rain Hater. Someone once asked why (actually many people)I live here….I told them I was seeking asylum because I had been run out of my country for being a war lord…for some reason they know I am lying..I live here by default…I thank you Canada for your hospitality I do..but being a little gypsy by nature..I never intended to stay…so there is the truth…I never for one moment thought I would be staying for this long…

My case is as follows…if you can live somewhere warm, tropical and wonderful and totally love it…why would you ever settle for less..

When you see the pictures above …..one of these things is not like the other…just like they taught me on PBS as a kid…

RAINGLOOMER! Many people feel a certain sense of peace with rain…I just want to bash people in the face when they say things like…”Rain..it makes things so fresh” ( personally if it rains almost everyday…how unfresh can it possibly be), “I love the rain..it is why Vancouver is so green” , I understand why it is green..a little brown now and then changes it up for me.

I am a midwestern girl, born and raised a stones throw from the Chicago border..for me rainy days came a few times in the spring and a few times in the fall. My Mom had about 4 rainy day activities…#1. Boots and Umbrellas…they were actually toys I thought…I was wrong..turns out there are places like here where they are part of life #2. Cookie Baking..that makes ya kinda like rain :) . #3. Coloring…this is when you hone your skills for staying in the lines which in turn prepares your for the all important “map coloring” (or in Vancouver…coloUring)  in elementary school and finally #4. Watching scary movies! Well below you can see I will run out of activities before it stops raining. There are actually more than 161 days per year that it rains here in Raingloomer….your suggestions for Raintivities are always welcome…this is the first of many, many , many rain posts I will subject people to…I call it survival…others call it complaining
Vancouver, BC
Tuesday 4:00 PM
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Precipitation: 30%
Humidity: 98%
Wind: 2 mph

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RAINGLOOMER! Many people feel a certain sense of peace with rain…I just want to bash people in the face when they say things like…”Rain..it makes things so fresh” ( personally if it rains almost everyday…how unfresh can it possibly be), “I love the rain..it is why Vancouver is so green” , I understand why it is green..a little brown now and then changes it up for me.

I am a midwestern girl, born and raised a stones throw from the Chicago border..for me rainy days came a few times in the spring and a few times in the fall. My Mom had about 4 rainy day activities…#1. Boots and Umbrellas…they were actually toys I thought…I was wrong..turns out there are places like here where they are part of life #2. Cookie Baking..that makes ya kinda like rain :) . #3. Coloring…this is when you hone your skills for staying in the lines which in turn prepares your for the all important “map coloring” (or in Vancouver…coloUring)  in elementary school and finally #4. Watching scary movies! Well below you can see I will run out of activities before it stops raining. There are actually more than 161 days per year that it rains here in Raingloomer….your suggestions for Raintivities are always welcome…this is the first of many, many , many rain posts I will subject people to…I call it survival…others call it complaining

Vancouver, BC

Tuesday 4:00 PM
Overcast
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44
°C | °F
Precipitation: 30%
Humidity: 98%
Wind: 2 mph
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Wind
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45°
37°
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41°
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I take a lot of shit living in another land…I married a Canadian and for some reason people now assume I am Canadian…I am not…best is when we travel and people ask where we are from..usually a fight breaks out between me and my spouse…I make it clear I am from Chicago….people don’t like to travel with us ..LOL

I take a lot of shit living in another land…I married a Canadian and for some reason people now assume I am Canadian…I am not…best is when we travel and people ask where we are from..usually a fight breaks out between me and my spouse…I make it clear I am from Chicago….people don’t like to travel with us ..LOL

Another GREAT joy of living in another country …..the Olympics…people are fit to be tied this Displaced American still roots, hoots and hollers for the home TEAM USA! This being said…stay tuned for what is sure to be a shit show of emotions once the Men’s Hockey begins…I am also supposed to ignore the fact that all who live here call Hockey “theirs” do not attempt to say anyone in the USA can play hockey…it is obvious this will indeed be a shit show like it was in 2010 where I reside…one thing we all seem to agree on is we, both the USA and Canada suck at Biathlon…Curling on the other hand is up for grabs since it is a lot like bowling or shuffle board and well…we American’s seem to excel that bowling!!! Stay tuned for all the fun that will come from the finals in Men’s Hockey and oh yeah…our new love Curling………………………