Sunday Share: Week 24

We relayed all day yesterday. Relayed for Life. Our town used to host a Relay for Life. However, last year they opted not because of a lack of support. So “Ray Ray’s Sugarbears” made this their final year for Relay. Their dad put the bug in their ear last fall about taking part in one nearby since our town wasn’t holding one. When he passed in February DW and her brother vowed to make it their best one yet.

They set ambitious fundraising goals. DW wanted to raise $2,000. Her brother, $15,000. Not only did they reach their $17,000 wish, they blew it out of the sky.

They were the top fundraising team with $22,500.

The goal for the town’s Relay was $20,000. They raised $50,000.


Left: DW’s Brother, an Aunt, Nanny, an Aunt, DW, an Uncle Front: Crash, cousin, cousin, Bang

Lutheran Liar
A special party with Champagne and dancing…

A Song Diary
Totally not Beyonce’s song…

Dramatic Momologue
Dammit y’all…

True North Nomad
Finding a new kind of home…

Old Time Rock and Roll
R.I.P. music…

Fort Mac On My Mind

The world hasn’t gone to shit. It’s still a good place, regardless of what the popular opinion might be. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd anyway. I was the only one rockin’ the parachute pants and neon shirts in middle school and I loved it. So, when I say the world is a good place full of good people, you can believe me.

There is a major wildfire out of control in Fort McMurray, Alberta Canada. It’s grown 8 times in size in the last 24 hours to cover 850 square kilometers.

AB wildfire map

The size of the wildfire as of 11 pm Thursday

As of right now, the fire is spreading south, away from Ft. McMurray. A change in wind direction is all that’s needed for that to change. They’ve enforced a mandatory evacuation of the entire city. 90,000 people told to leave their home and find safety elsewhere. Where do you put 90,000 homeless people?

Good citizens answered that question. They offered space in their own home. They opened their doors to strangers in a time of need. People with a room or two or more to spare have taken in people with nowhere to go. They have bought supplies ranging from deodorant to pet food. Fitness centers are allowing evacuees to use their showers. U-Haul is offering evacuees boxes and a free month of storage. Labatt Breweries says it will donate 69,000 cans of drinking water, and has 131,000 more at the ready if needed. Red Cross is ramping up its call centers to deal with the influx of monetary donations.

Not long ago, Canada took in thousands of Syrian refugees. They are now returning the kind heartedness by stepping up to help the evacuees. People who had next to nothing just months ago are now helping those who have nothing. I’d say they are more Canadian than some of the Canadians we know.

Because, believe it or not, some have tried to make this political. Some have not been so kind. These are the people who hate those who work in the oilsands. Who hate those who drive the big gas guzzling trucks. They have no sympathy for the people who have just lost everything. They can’t empathize. They have total disregard that these are human beings just like themselves who work and eat and live just like the rest of us.

To borrow someone else’s words…

I’ve been seeing a lot of disgusting comments floating around the internet, so I just want to put this out there:

You can hate big oil if you want to.
You can even hate Alberta in general for supporting big oil.
You can hate people who drive gas-guzzling trucks.
You can hate people who support communities that rely on oil.
You can have all the feelings you want about global climate change, and “dirty” industry, and the people who make that industry a reality. You might even have some good points hidden in there.

But if you take those feelings and you turn around and use them to call down people who have just had their entire lives taken away from them, people who are absolutely terrified, people who don’t know where their family members are, who have no idea when or if they’ll ever get to go home… If you take your hatred for an IDEAL and an INDUSTRY and place that hatred on the HUMAN BEINGS who are currently going through hell and back…you are a vile, disgusting creature; I refuse to even refer to you as a “person”. Kindly take your high horse and ride it off somewhere where you don’t have to offend good people with your ignorant, asinine bullshit.

~Tracey of NoPageLeftBlank


There are good people out there. There are still far more good people than evil. As with any catastrophic event some people run away. However, there are always people who run to help. While 90,000 citizens evacuate the city, there are fire fighters, paramedics, RCMP and countless others staying behind to help bring this beast under control. They are trying to protect what hasn’t yet been lost. They are people we know, family, friends, our friends family and friends.

Bruce blessings @CH_Cartoon 

Rain will be the only vanquisher of this beast of fire. It hasn’t rained in For McMurray for quite a while. There is no expected rain in the forecast for the next two weeks. It rained here in Nova Scotia today. It rained all day long and it’s going to rain all night long. I won’t complain. The kids were restless and wiry from being cooped up in the house all day. I won’t complain because at least we have a house. The roads were slick with puddles. I won’t complain because at least I have a vehicle to drive. My kids drive me nuts sometimes. I won’t complain because at least I know they’re safe.




M is for … Go Ask Your Father: Chemo, Vaccines, Stupidity and Gambling


There’s this little creature, a cartoon character to be precise. He is the most curious creature on the planet. He’s so friggin’ cute, too. He often finds himself in trouble because of his curiosity. He always finds a way to fix his mistakes, though. If you still haven’t guessed who this creature is yet…


georgeM is for Monkey.

We have two. They are curious Georges for sure. The trouble they cause isn’t intentional. It’s curiosity. Is there pancake mix in this box? Shake it and find out. Oops, the lid was open and now there’s pancake mix all over the floor.

Even more important than they messes they make and the frustrations they stir up, are the questions they ask. Let me tell you, they know how to ask questions. We do our best to encourage their questions. They haven’t asked the difficult ones yet. So we’ll continue encouraging them. However, eventually, there will come a question when I hear, “Go Ask Your Father.”

1. What is chemo?

Bang asked this question at bedtime, but first, a little backstory…

Bang and I go to playgroup once a week. There is a little girl, Ione, who’s been going since she was born. We’ve known her mom for many years now. Ione is two now, with three awesome siblings. She has an awe-factor that’s off the charts. That’s how adorable she is. Anyway, they just found out Ione has Leukaemia. Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, to be precise. She starts Chemo today. Please visit this darling little girl’s Go Fund Me page. It’s the only link I’m asking you click today.

So Bang  asked, “What’s chemo?” at bedtime while he and DW were saying their night time prayers because they made sure to include Ione tonight.

Chemotherapy, or chemical therapy, introduces chemicals, medicines,  into the body to destroy cancer cells. Since there are so many different kinds of cancer there also many kinds of chemotherapy. Ione will possibly have two and half years of this.

2. What are vaccines?

We didn’t get our flu shot this winter like we normally do. We weren’t vaccinated. The needle-clipart-hypodermic-needleboys ended up getting sick for week. I’ll spare you the details, though. Would a vaccine, a.k.a. flu shot, have prevented it? Possibly. It wouldn’t have hurt. Well, except for the whole needle thing. Just like a flu shot is a vaccine to prevent the flu, there are vaccines for mumps, measles, polio, and number other diseases that can be deadly. I know some out there are anti-vaxxers, and I just don’t understand them. Simply because they don’t know what’s in it, they don’t know the real effects of the medicine, because they still believe they cause autism.

Rant done. Vaccines prevent people from getting sick. Sorry, there’s just no humor here.

3. Why was that stupid?

orioles2Okay. This is better. Stupid is funny. Down right hilarious, sometimes. This question could be asked numerous times a day about any of a variety of things by any of the four of us. This instance, however, occurred during a baseball game. My beloved O’s were undefeated at the time and the game was tied at 6. The Red Sox had a runner on first with 1 out when our pitcher threw a wild pitch. More wild than frat party. “That was stupid,” I said. Why? Because now the Sox have a runner on second, which is scoring position.

They didn’t score, though. That batter struck out. Couldn’t handle the heat. Swung like he was swattin’ flies. Wiffed. The next guy grounded out and the inning was over. It was still a stupid pitch.

4. What is gambling?

Simply put, gambling is when you pay money or items on chance happenings. The example I used with Crash when something as follows…

You are an Orioles fan. Your little brother is a Blue Jays fan (I know. I’m not proud of it, but we are in Blue Jay country. I won’t call child protective services until he says he’s a Yankee’s fan). If you were to say that the O’s would be the Jays and Bang were to say, like hell, then you could bet $10 or $100 or your share of the Lego pile. Whoever’s team won would get the money or the Legos. Gambling is taking a chance. To do it smartly you need to know your chances of winning. Know when to hold ’em and know when to fold ’em.

Me personally? I’m betting Ione kicks cancer’s ass.