This is how the psychiatrist, to whom I was forced to turn way back in 1982, described B's ex. It was excellent advice back then, because you couldn't deal with her on any level, and holds with the latest nonsense from Chrystia Freeland who has managed to get herself frozen out of the latest round of NAFTA talks. That's right, the US has either refused outright, or completely ignored, her demands to be at the table when Lighthizer sits down with Mexico to begin a new round.
Not long ago, I laughed as I watched my four-year-old granddaughter stand under their new dog -- a large 'Labernard' -- and shake her finger at it while sternly saying, "No Lady, don't do that." It was a scream and I am sure that's exactly what the hapless and clueless Freeland tries to do with Lighthizer. Except it didn't work and only served to aggravate him. Apparently, he has a dislike of her and was constantly irritated with her tactics and habit of going behind his back on Capitol Hill, which she and her officials did constantly.
How dumb can you get? The US needs to get a deal done with Mexico and obviously, with Freeland barking at the table, knew it couldn't. So it's pens down for Canada at this point. Frankly, I'm with Lighthizer when it comes to finding Freeland hugely irritating and tic-ridden. What with her hair-flipping, constant sniffing and hideous cheap pearls, I can't bear to watch her, let alone have to sit and actually listen to her nonsense. I think it's an Eastern-European-inferiority-complex thing and I have to deal with a couple of those in the Y locker room who are always aggressive and pushy.
Trudeau Sr.'s concept of the "elephant living next to a mouse" obviously hasn't caught with her, just as didn't her attempts to bully Russia a while back. Now this Ukrainian woman is actually banned from Russia. Can you imagine the stupidity of a PM appointing a Foreign Minister who is banned from one of the great superpowers in the world?! When he had a cabinet shuffle a while ago, he should have booted her into something like tourism, but oh, I forgot! He's a bona-fida "feminist" and had to keep her there to prove a point. Never mind Canada's interests, let's "prove a point".
Sophie must be advising him under the covers. Duh.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
How could you?!
For 25 years, our blended family of six vacationed at a magical place called 'The Gatineau Fish & Game Club'. The beauty of it was that neither ex had ever been, which meant that for a month every year, we were just "us". No baggage.
So what does my stupid step-daughter do? Invites her mother there the same week, thus contaminating our sacred place. Even if we hadn't been there at all, it would have been a defilement. But I cannot begin to tell you how jarring it was to have to look at that b-tch at club dinners. What the eff was she doing there?!?! This is the same c-nt whose lawyer demanded we quit this club so we could give her more money waaaaaay back in 1982. "Don't be ridiculous," said our lawyer at the time. "They're both executives in the government. Do you really think they don't deserve a family holiday?" It was nauseating at the time, but I haven't thought about the whole expensive mess for years and years.
Until last week when she had the gall to show up there. The reason? Stepdaughter had been fired yet again and couldn't afford it. So "Mommy Dearest" paid for her and the grands to spend a week renting a cottage from a childhood friend. And do you think the grandkids got to spend time with us? Not on your life. They were permitted to visit for two hours -- one of which included their mother hanging around blighting it. And did we get a thank you for the ten days we had the grandson in Calgary, taking him all over, to the Drumheller dinosaur museum and paying to send him to Ottawa where his mother was, thus saving her the airfare she would have had to have spent to fly him there from Houston? Are you kidding? A real ingrate.
During the visit of the grands, I noticed the granddaughter actually has a tick. At eight. She now blinks her eyes all the time and it's alarming. "You don't need to blink your eyes, they blink themselves," I explained. But she couldn't stop and I fear it will continue because apparently neither mummy nor `bubbie` (as she calls herself for some bizarre, contrary reason) have said anything. I am thinking it`s a stress or control thing -- sort of like anorexia nervosa, where girls try to control something because G-d knows what her mother and grandmother were saying about us in that cottage!
The reason we got majority custody-- unheard of for a father back then -- was because the judge decided that the mother would not share, but we would. It was a needlessly expensive and ugly divorce and we paid dearly for it -- as well as having to pay her for years while we had custody! WTF?!
Nothing's changed and it was distressing to see that stepdaughter has finally morphed into her mother, something I never would have predicted when she was a child and young woman. She has become a narcissistic sociopath, who I understand, is crashing on all her elementary and high school friends in Ottawa who have pools and cottages and dragging her kids along to show what a "success" she is. And she is coached by The Master herself. It`s all about money. It was disgusting and so wrong on so many levels.
If only we could find an exorcist.....
So what does my stupid step-daughter do? Invites her mother there the same week, thus contaminating our sacred place. Even if we hadn't been there at all, it would have been a defilement. But I cannot begin to tell you how jarring it was to have to look at that b-tch at club dinners. What the eff was she doing there?!?! This is the same c-nt whose lawyer demanded we quit this club so we could give her more money waaaaaay back in 1982. "Don't be ridiculous," said our lawyer at the time. "They're both executives in the government. Do you really think they don't deserve a family holiday?" It was nauseating at the time, but I haven't thought about the whole expensive mess for years and years.
Until last week when she had the gall to show up there. The reason? Stepdaughter had been fired yet again and couldn't afford it. So "Mommy Dearest" paid for her and the grands to spend a week renting a cottage from a childhood friend. And do you think the grandkids got to spend time with us? Not on your life. They were permitted to visit for two hours -- one of which included their mother hanging around blighting it. And did we get a thank you for the ten days we had the grandson in Calgary, taking him all over, to the Drumheller dinosaur museum and paying to send him to Ottawa where his mother was, thus saving her the airfare she would have had to have spent to fly him there from Houston? Are you kidding? A real ingrate.
During the visit of the grands, I noticed the granddaughter actually has a tick. At eight. She now blinks her eyes all the time and it's alarming. "You don't need to blink your eyes, they blink themselves," I explained. But she couldn't stop and I fear it will continue because apparently neither mummy nor `bubbie` (as she calls herself for some bizarre, contrary reason) have said anything. I am thinking it`s a stress or control thing -- sort of like anorexia nervosa, where girls try to control something because G-d knows what her mother and grandmother were saying about us in that cottage!
The reason we got majority custody-- unheard of for a father back then -- was because the judge decided that the mother would not share, but we would. It was a needlessly expensive and ugly divorce and we paid dearly for it -- as well as having to pay her for years while we had custody! WTF?!
Nothing's changed and it was distressing to see that stepdaughter has finally morphed into her mother, something I never would have predicted when she was a child and young woman. She has become a narcissistic sociopath, who I understand, is crashing on all her elementary and high school friends in Ottawa who have pools and cottages and dragging her kids along to show what a "success" she is. And she is coached by The Master herself. It`s all about money. It was disgusting and so wrong on so many levels.
If only we could find an exorcist.....
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Fat, ugly and hideous shoes
Waiting at the Calgary airport with grandson for his plane to take off, I was stunned by the number of "the above". OMG! If ever there were an incentive to keep pounding the lanes at the Y, this was it. Why don't people buy new jeans when they are spilling out of the ones they insist on wearing? Guts hanging over belts, ugly shorts, too-short skirts for large a--es, hair hanging, midriffs bulging, cracks showing.........it went on and on and on.
Not that I'm any raving beauty, but come on people, get real. It's time to face the music and shop.
And it wasn't limited to bodies. No, shoes have become uglier and uglier. Only saw one woman with a great pair of heels the whole time. As I always say, shoes make the outfit; the wrong shoes and an ugly outfit gets uglier. The right shoes and a so-so outfit can be elevated instantly. Picture a pair of jeans (on a slim-ish woman) paired with sneakers. Now picture the same jeans anchored with a pair of high-heeled sandals. Completely different look.
Anyway, the Banff Springs Hotel also has its share of bums these days. Took grandson there the other day and it seems "wife beater" shirts are all the rage. There we were, in a very expensive hotel having lunch, when I glanced over to see Mr. Don Juan with the most inappropriate outfit I'd seen in a while. Here he is:
The waiter was dressed well, because this is part of the same chain as London's Savoy, but this guy?! Whoa! And don't 'ya just love the hat-on-backwards look?!! Our sons stopped this nonsense when they were in their teens.
Oh dear, my time has come and gone. And when I think of my dear mother having to endure this.....................................
Not that I'm any raving beauty, but come on people, get real. It's time to face the music and shop.
And it wasn't limited to bodies. No, shoes have become uglier and uglier. Only saw one woman with a great pair of heels the whole time. As I always say, shoes make the outfit; the wrong shoes and an ugly outfit gets uglier. The right shoes and a so-so outfit can be elevated instantly. Picture a pair of jeans (on a slim-ish woman) paired with sneakers. Now picture the same jeans anchored with a pair of high-heeled sandals. Completely different look.
Anyway, the Banff Springs Hotel also has its share of bums these days. Took grandson there the other day and it seems "wife beater" shirts are all the rage. There we were, in a very expensive hotel having lunch, when I glanced over to see Mr. Don Juan with the most inappropriate outfit I'd seen in a while. Here he is:
The waiter was dressed well, because this is part of the same chain as London's Savoy, but this guy?! Whoa! And don't 'ya just love the hat-on-backwards look?!! Our sons stopped this nonsense when they were in their teens.
Oh dear, my time has come and gone. And when I think of my dear mother having to endure this.....................................
Saturday, July 7, 2018
I don't get it?
I am thinking of getting off facebook. I originally joined when my kids were younger and away at school, just so I could keep track of them. Now, I think it's a complete waste of time and brains. People post pictures of puppies and kittens and coffee and everyone "likes" the posts. Post something serious and no one hits an icon!
Why is that?
Take today. I posted a picture of our juvenile PM posing with a gaggle of porn stars. I then talked about how his wife had vanished in the wake of his "groping" fiasco and yet no one had anything to say about it?? This incident is serious, folks, but no one seems to be bothered by the fact that our boy/king is giving himself a "hall pass" -- in spite of the fact that he's ruined the lives, marriages and careers of two MPs who someone said had had consensual sex with them.
Consensual!
My step-daughter posts selfies of everything-all-the-time. I don't get that?! I mean, live your life, don't "selfie" it. Doesn't stopping everything to take a selfie actually spoil the moment? Is it that if you don't "selfie" it, it didn't happen?
Ya, thinking of getting off facebook, but probably won't........for a while.
Why is that?
Take today. I posted a picture of our juvenile PM posing with a gaggle of porn stars. I then talked about how his wife had vanished in the wake of his "groping" fiasco and yet no one had anything to say about it?? This incident is serious, folks, but no one seems to be bothered by the fact that our boy/king is giving himself a "hall pass" -- in spite of the fact that he's ruined the lives, marriages and careers of two MPs who someone said had had consensual sex with them.
Consensual!
My step-daughter posts selfies of everything-all-the-time. I don't get that?! I mean, live your life, don't "selfie" it. Doesn't stopping everything to take a selfie actually spoil the moment? Is it that if you don't "selfie" it, it didn't happen?
Ya, thinking of getting off facebook, but probably won't........for a while.
Monday, July 2, 2018
Hang it up
Back in 2004, B and I won the two Tennis Canada seats at centre court in Wimbledon for the final between Roger Federer and Andy Roddick. When I say "won", I am sure it was rigged as a reward for B's many years of volunteering and promoting junior tennis in both Toronto and Ottawa. We were asked to submit our names for the Tennis Canada draw and when the call came, the woman said, "Are you sitting down?" I replied I was and she then told me B had won the seats in the men's final! I nearly dropped! The head of Tennis Ontario at the time had been a kid at the Rideau Tennis Club for whom B had raised money on several occasions so he could travel to tournaments; obviously, he hadn't forgotten. Actually, we hadn't won them. We had won the right to fly ourselves over there and pay full price for the privilege. But it was well worth it.
So, off we went to London and Wimbledon. What an amazing experience! Trying Pimm's for the first time, I decided I did not like it. Too sweet for me, but perfect for the sugar-loving Brits. However, the strawberries and cream were divine. Taking our seats, we were asked by the debencher-holder next to us if we were the "Canadians". The poor guy obviously had had to suffer through many Canadians in those seats over the years and in deference, we tried not to bother him too much.
The thing that struck me most was how quiet it was. Watching on television, it's busy with lots of commentators talking about this and that and everything that's ever happened at Wimbledon. When the ball was in play, you could have heard a pin drop. The only sound was when the point was made. The other remarkable thing was that there were enough washrooms and no lineups! How rare is that?! (I often wonder what we are doing in there, it takes us so long to do our business? But that's another blog.) As to ushers, no rent-a-cops there. All are young members of the army, air force or navy dressed smartly in uniform. How did they handle two "over-refreshed" young female guests near us? An unmarked car simply drove up, into which they were politely ushered and driven out. That's how.
As Wimbledon gets underway 14 years after Federer won his first back then, I wonder what has happened to tennis -- especially Canadian? Once again, the excruciatingly boring Raonic is injured. Isn't he always? The Globe and Mail reports that the 'white noise' player of the game has been "hampered by a meniscus issue in his right knee". Apparently, he's also dealing with a "right pectoral muscle injury that had forced him to withdraw from Queen's Club two weeks ago."
His problem is he is simply too tall for the game -- especially on grass, where the bounce is fast and low. He can't get down that far without tearing or ripping some body part or other. That's why I say, give it up. The guy contributes neither excitement, nor victory and is now languishing at #93 in the rankings. Now, Denis Shapavalov! That's a different matter! Even if ousted in the early rounds, he is still a marvel to watch (See "Let's get out the beads," 19-09-2017). And of course, there's poor old Eugenie Bouchard.
Enough said.
So, off we went to London and Wimbledon. What an amazing experience! Trying Pimm's for the first time, I decided I did not like it. Too sweet for me, but perfect for the sugar-loving Brits. However, the strawberries and cream were divine. Taking our seats, we were asked by the debencher-holder next to us if we were the "Canadians". The poor guy obviously had had to suffer through many Canadians in those seats over the years and in deference, we tried not to bother him too much.
The thing that struck me most was how quiet it was. Watching on television, it's busy with lots of commentators talking about this and that and everything that's ever happened at Wimbledon. When the ball was in play, you could have heard a pin drop. The only sound was when the point was made. The other remarkable thing was that there were enough washrooms and no lineups! How rare is that?! (I often wonder what we are doing in there, it takes us so long to do our business? But that's another blog.) As to ushers, no rent-a-cops there. All are young members of the army, air force or navy dressed smartly in uniform. How did they handle two "over-refreshed" young female guests near us? An unmarked car simply drove up, into which they were politely ushered and driven out. That's how.
As Wimbledon gets underway 14 years after Federer won his first back then, I wonder what has happened to tennis -- especially Canadian? Once again, the excruciatingly boring Raonic is injured. Isn't he always? The Globe and Mail reports that the 'white noise' player of the game has been "hampered by a meniscus issue in his right knee". Apparently, he's also dealing with a "right pectoral muscle injury that had forced him to withdraw from Queen's Club two weeks ago."
His problem is he is simply too tall for the game -- especially on grass, where the bounce is fast and low. He can't get down that far without tearing or ripping some body part or other. That's why I say, give it up. The guy contributes neither excitement, nor victory and is now languishing at #93 in the rankings. Now, Denis Shapavalov! That's a different matter! Even if ousted in the early rounds, he is still a marvel to watch (See "Let's get out the beads," 19-09-2017). And of course, there's poor old Eugenie Bouchard.
Enough said.
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