World Sight Day
I’m blessed with the gift of sight, albeit not 20/20, it is still sight and is corrigible with glasses and contacts. More on that matter here.
Little Duncan might not be able to hear, but thank god he can see.
Here he is looking fabulous sporting a ‘glasses’ sticker from an app
Once upon a time, I made a sick Drake Cake for my bff Steph’s birthday
This National Cake Decorating Day, I accomplished no such feat
Here is a lousy time lapse video of the artist at work
This is the end result
Yes, white chocolate chips haphazardly stuck onto a store bought chocolate cake
It was cold.
It was rainy.
It was not National Frappe Day in my heart.
But it was National Frappe Day on nationaldaycalendar.com, and I’m it’s bitch so here we go…
I went in to the neighbourhood Starbucks (yuck, I know) and had a gander at their Frappe menu
Overwhelmed by the seemingly endless combinations of coffee, chocolate, peppermint and caramel, I settled on a good old fashioned
- Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino® Blended Beverage
I say to whatshisname behind the counter that I would like a Pumpkin Spice Frappe made with coconut milk please and he responds, with an all too smug smirk, that they don’t do ‘frappes’ here, that’s McDonald’s (he is haute couture and I am so white trash). I was like aren’t you all soulless multinational corporations that underpay and over work your employees and wreak havoc on the environment and local businesses?
Anyway I ended up with a Frappuccino® Blended Beverage in the end
It was pretty gross, which I was prepared for
I tried to pawn it off on Duncan but even he was leery of the strange scent and flavour
Would have preferred not shelling out $7 on icy sugary guck, but somebody’s gotta celebrate everyday literally
National Name Your Car Day came and went and seeing as how I don’t own a car I just decided to celebrate Christina’s van ‘The Pickle’ – arguably the best ‘named’ cars on the road
It’s a little more pistachio-y than pickle-y but I digress
Duncan and I have had some marvellous adventures in this beast and I will be forever grateful for having the chance to get acquainted with this dilly of a Pickle!
Every day in the Big Big city is National Take Your Dog for a Walk Day
No kicking the back door open and throwing the little guy out in the backyard to do his business
No sir, or mame, not in the big big city. Gotta walk the little guy around the block
He gotta find some bushes to pee on and some slight inclines to pooh on
Made a little time lapse video of our daily ordeal
I won’t pretend to have a single iota of a speck of understanding of what it must be like to navigate this world as a deaf person
I read this article on Cracked and think it may be the tip of iceberg…. or not…as I said, I have no idea
But I do have one very cute deaf French Bulldog named Duncan and boy does he manage pretty well against all odds.
He’d never ever try to assassinate anyone (even you-know-who who could definitely deserves an attempt at the very least) … and he couldn’t anyway as he hasn’t learned ASL .. though it’s on the agenda
So here’s to Duncan, on this International Day of The Deaf, and all those out there with hearing impairments
Mini rant for International Rabbit Day, followed by a phoning-it-in style post
(FYI: Phoning it in refers to a reporter phoning a story into their newspaper instead of writing, editing and submitting from the home office. .. kinda like Twitter…. ‘going through the motions’…not necessarily hitting the home run, according to some guy on the internet one time)
So, before Duncan arrived in safely and soundly in Vancouver, I inquired to Christina, quite innocently enough, that, perhaps, in the intermittent time we potentially, perhaps, explore the possibility of a getting a little Lionhead Rabbit
Mean Old Christina said “NOOO THEY SMELL, YOU IIIIIDDDDDIOT !!!”
Yeah and so it was, without a doubt.. dare I say undoubtedly, the worst experience of my life
And for those of you familiar with my life story, that must mean a lot
So, when International Rabbit Day arose, nearly a year later, you know I was bitter as all hell, and had no rabbits to celebrate with.
I persevered, nevertheless, thanks to the Instagram bunny filter
September 17th was the 36th National Terry Fox Day
Terry Fox is a Canadian, as well as my personal, hero.
I really can’t talk about him without welling up, I just think he was such an amazing person and gift to the world. Legend has is my Nana Byrne brought him some of her famous Carrot Cake when he was running through her town in Stephenville
Sarah’s birthday always falls around it’s date
Last year, I went by myself as it was within weeks of my arrival in Vancouver
This year I had Duncan and Meg…and 2nd Cousin once removed Toast
This year I had to add Melvin to the list
What can I say? It was painful as fuck
But I really do adore the concept of the Marathon of Hope and Terry’s legacy
International Dot Day …
apparently it’s “a global celebration of creativity, courage and collaboration, began when teacher Terry Shay introduced his classroom to Peter H. Reynolds’ book The Dot on September 15, 2009…. The Dot is the story of a caring teacher who dares a doubting student to trust in her own abilities by being brave enough to “make her mark”. What begins with a small dot on a piece of paper becomes a breakthrough in confidence and courage, igniting a journey of self-discovery and sharing, which has gone on to inspire countless children and adults around the globe”
Good for them…
I decided to interpret the ‘dot’ in International Dot Day as ‘polka dot’ and made Duncan wear a bowtie, my bad
He looked so sharp tho
…and really worked it
I’m an avid bed maker
Here is an exact list of reasons I wholeheartedly agree with
The best reason being the first one : it’s your first accomplishment of the day
When you are in the pits of despair, as I have been, nothing drags you down deeper than trying to escape reality by going to bed and having to crawl into disorganized mess.
Duncan usually bounds out of the bed, ready to “ceuille le jour” (he’s French, so…)
But on National Make Your Bed Day, it was like pulling teeth to get him out of there
In the end, he did get up and at ’em, and I made the bed, but it was a weird day for him to decide he was going to stand (or lay) his ground and laze in bed !