2014 was a year of ups and downs. Some exciting stuff happened. I started school, I had an epic 30th, my hockey team won the Calder Cup, I got to meet a very old friend in person, I got to do 3 comic con panels, and I got a new kitten.
The last part of this year has been full of challenges.
It started when my preschool career blew up because of a parent lying. I thought that was as bad as it could get. I was wrong. I found an amazing new job that seemed perfect and 2 weeks in I ended up in the hospital with pancreatisis and unbeknownst to me at the time that can be potentially fatal. It ended with my 1st surgery. My hospital stay made me stop and really think about how important family is. I never would have been able to deal with that illness without my mom. I hope none of you ever have pancreas issues. Worst pain I've ever felt. Ever.
Then this month alone we lost 2 of our dogs. Kate was sudden. We knew she was old but she took a turn for the worse fast. I never really even had a chance to grieve for her because of my schedule at the time. I sorta processed it but I don't think I ever dealt with it. Then, just days ago we lost Buddy. This one hit me like a ton of bricks. Even if we knew it was coming it was incredibly hard. Buddy was a very special boy and there will never be another dog like him. We were lucky to have the time with him we had.
I guess if I learned anything from this roller coaster of a year it was the value of love. Not romantic love. Family love. And not DNA. Real family. Of course I have Mom and Nana and they happen to be blood but I also have my dad, my brother, my friends that are more like sisters (Sarah, Jill, and Shannon), and my close friends that I turn to when I feel broken (Remy and Rusty). Each and every one of these people played a huge part in my life this year and I am grateful for all of them. Life is full of ups and downs and I think you have to have the downs to appreciate the ups but anything is tolerable if you have loved ones.
To all of you that helped me make it through this year, that shared the ups and downs, that comforted me in pain, prayed for me in illness, and cheered my happiness...Thank you.
I am very happy to see 2014 end and I look very forward to 2015 and what it will bring...hopefully a little more peace and joy...
Happy New Year!
Cilla
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Reflection...
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2015 Resolutions...
Another year has gone by and it's once again time to make those new year's resolutions! But first, let's review this year's and see how I did...
2014 resolutions:
~ Continue to lose weight. Get to a point I can wear whatever I want to comic con and in life without worrying about 'dressing for size'. (Dressing for body type is different).
(OK this didn't exactly happen but to be fair ending up in the hospital and being starved for 4 days threw me off. I'll get back on track)
~Continue to do things to involve myself in the comic fandom and gain JoF exposure along the way.
(SUCCESS!!! I scored JoF 3 panels at 2 different cons this year and one of them had over 100 people show up and stirred up massive debate about feminists and comics. I lost a bit of momentem here recently but it'll be easy to get back.)
~Do even more to chip into debt.
(Well this was a fail but medical bills threw me off so I'll let this one slide.)
~Do all I can to be a good, happy, and friendly person all year round.
(In spite of many personal trials I think I did this.)
~Have a killer 30th birthday party
(I did! Thanks to my bestie Sarah my 30th was epic!)
~Become more social
(By my standards I've been much more social so, yup.)
And now for 2015 resolutions:
~Get through school far enough that I can be student teaching by fall or spring.
~Advance in my job
~Get back on track with my eating habits and get back to getting healthy.
~Pay off my car
~learn to skate
~Meet a hockey player
~Try to advance the podcast and the JoF brand even more this year.
And there we go, let's check back on this in 365 days,,,
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Friday, November 28, 2014
Open Letter to Greg Berlanti...
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Sunday, August 24, 2014
One Ticked Canadian
One Ticked off Canadian HousewifeThis is very good,.... PLEASE read....Thought you might like to read this letterto the editor. Ever notice how some peoplejust seem to know how to write a letter?This one surely does!
This was written by a Canadian woman, but oh howit also applies to the U.S.A. , U.K. And Australia .
THIS ONE PACKS A FIRM PUNCHWritten by a housewife in New Brunswick, toher local newspaper. This is one ticked off lady...
"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Wasit or was it not, started by Islamic people whobrought it to our shores on September 11, 2001and have continually threatened to do so since?”
Were people from all over the world, not brutally murderedthat day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac fromthe capitol of the USA and in a field in Pennsylvania ?
Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?
And I'm supposed to care that a few Taliban wereclaiming to be tortured by a justice system of anation they are fighting against in a brutal Insurgency.I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the MiddleEast, start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere beliefof which, is a crime punishable by beheading in Afghanistan .
I'll care when these thugs tell the world they aresorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head, while Bergscreamed through his gurgling slashed throat.
I'll care when the cowardly so-called 'insurgents'in Afghanistan, come out and fight like men,instead of disrespecting their own religion byhiding in Mosques and behind women and children.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blowthemselves up in search of Nirvana, care about theinnocent children within range of their suicide Bombs.
I'll care when the Canadian media stops pretending thattheir freedom of Speech on stories, is more important thanthe lives of the soldiers on the ground or their families waitingat home, to hear about them when something happens.
In the meantime, when I hear a story about aCANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgentterrorist to obtain information, know this:I don't care.When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in thehead when he is told not to move because hemight be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:
I don't care. Shoot him again.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed 'special' food, that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe, in your heart of hearts:I don't care.
And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimesit's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.'Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it.
I don't care!!
If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on toall your E-mail Friends. Sooner or later, it'll get tothe people responsible for this ridiculous behaviour!
If you don't agree, then by all means hit the deletebutton. Should you choose the latter, then please don'tcomplain when more atrocities committed by radicalMuslims happen here in our great Country! And may I add:
Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering, ifduring their life on earth, they made a difference inthe world. But, the Soldiers don't have that problem.I have another quote that I would like toshare AND...I hope you forward All this.
One last thought for the day:
Only five defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
1. Jesus Christ
2. The British Soldier.
3. The Canadian Soldier.
4. The US Soldier, and
5. The Australian Soldier
One died for your soul,the other four, for you and your children's Freedom.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO PASS THIS ON,AS MANY SEEM TO FORGET!
AMEN! GOD BLESS CANADA AND AMERICA!
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Thursday, August 21, 2014
And Open Letter to Gail Simone (Re: Kevin Sorbo and more)
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Monday, January 6, 2014
Me? A Pushover?
For those of you that don't know I am in child care. I've been a toddler teacher for almost 3 years now and most of the time I love my job, I truly do. I wouldn't trade careers for most anything else.
I consider myself to be a fairly strict teacher, but I get results. My class is always full of happy and pretty well behaved toddlers. I always figured I would probably be the same kind of parent...that is pretty strict and no nonsense. Tears don't work on me. I didn't think so anyway.
My whole opinion of myself as a potential parent changed this past Friday when I babysat a little girl named HP. HP was in my class at one point for a short time and she and I really clicked. Sometimes you meet an abnormally special child that just steals your heart. HP did that with me. I love that little girl as if she were my own family. I think of here more as a little niece or cousin than just one of my former students. This is important because you need to realize that as much as I love all kids, HP is different. She's special.
When I was trying to get her to bed and she made her 'I'm about to cry' face it broke my heart. I laid next to her bed on the floor freezing my tail off for almost an hour so she wouldn't cry. In the end I gave in and we ended up on the sofa watching Disney Jr. I was a TOTAL pushover. I would never have let my students get away with doing that. They cry at naptime and I let them cry it out and go to sleep. Because logically I know that is the right thing to do. With HP logic did not factor in.
Am I going to be a pushover with my own child? I'm starting to question the type of parent I will be. I never would have guessed I'd be a pushover...but it turns out I am. Ms. Toddler Drill Sargent was turned to mush by big blue eyes and a sad face. Who would have thought?
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