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London 2017

I have friends in London and thankfully they are all safe after yesterday’s terrorist attack. I felt strange but for some reason, not as strange as I was after what happened in Ottawa, Paris, Brussels and …

I am not getting used to this. I read about the resilience of the people of London, and the UK as well, which does give me some comfort. What does cause me concern is the rise of hate coming from everywhere. Yes, my dad is still on the rampage; in case you are wondering. My heart aches to see loving Muslims automatically apologise for the actions of this British-born man who chose to cause destruction and murder people – a police officer, a mum and four others (five dead 3.45pm). I am not going into the philosophical discussion as to the cause of homegrown extremism; I’ll let the experts do that.

I may seem a bit cold-hearted for not reposting the call for prayers – those badly constructed memes that popped up seconds after the reports came out. Look, most of us are praying already, you don’t need to make this an official command. Our non-theist friends, they too are hoping for peace and a some calm. I will not be one to post a flag on my profile picture, as I have done once before, I have become a supporter of humankind, not one country. Oh, please do not dislike me for this – do not, ever! You have no idea how horrible I feel for the people I know who work in the area of Westminster.

I have picked an odd time to go back to my Christian roots. God does not like what is going on, from all sides. I do not want to hear the comparisons of the Christian God and the Muslim God. My goodness, give it a rest. I also do not like people bringing up the Crusades as an example of Christian violence. No, Christians are becoming more subversive in their treatment of non-Christians, or even Progressive Christians, to be honest. We take this as “okay” and “well, it could be worse”.

It is getting worse. It is also getting better.

I can talk about loving our brothers and sisters until forever, and most do understand. We all know there are those who choose to be hateful and take steps to act out this anger. This has been going on since humans (and their prehistory ancestors) discovered feelings. The weapons and modes of inflicting pain have changed (I will not say improved) but the underlying element has not. Standing up to this anger with anger does not work. Governments will make decisions in which may cause more disparity and uncomfortableness; that is part of protecting their citizens, unfortunately.

I am a ball of emotion. Going through bodily rehabilitation has made my anxiety disorder a bit more sensitive. PTSD is a bastard. Events like the terrorist attack yesterday just hit me hard. I have always known I cannot control the after effects of these events; yet, my brain says I have to try.

Again, my heart and my thoughts (these are allowed) go out to all my London friends, their families who worried, the survivors and especially to those who were lost; their families have a piece missing from their life.

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Just going through another conflict. This time I think I may have won.

To make a long story short (and to prove a point brought up by a curmudgeon) I finally had to claim my space back. I have cut myself off from my parents due to their support for an ethical Canada (and Denmark). My brother is part of this as well because he couldn’t care less about my state of mind to begin with. I made the statement that my mental health is more important than their fear of ISIS. I still think Indian Head is safe.

When I see postings declaring a “war” on Islam, a call to protest (writtenly and physically) against Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, I had to call those out asking where they were when the Saskatchewan government threatened to cut wages and slash jobs to save pennies they forgot to save when the economy was good. Granted, the motion to pass Islamaphobia (specifically) as a hate crime does need to be expanded, but it in no way opens the door for the Islamification of Canada.

I have split myself from these people before. The difference is my approach to the situation. How can I find any compassion with people like my dad who constantly forget the governments they voted for make people like me lose hope in treatment? My dad’s answer to me finding help was: “let’s hope you get help soon, as we don’t want to hear about you jumping off a bridge.” Mental illness affects other families, not his.

The MP in the riding my parents live in is running for the leadership of the Conservative Party of Canada – Andrew Scheer. Though not as creepy, it is so difficult to read some of his concepts; there really isn’t anything of value, especially when representing a riding with 14 First Nations reservations. He represents a group of marginalised people; people who have for years have been abused, ostracised and forgotten.

There is no open support for our First Nations brothers and sisters. My parents have yet to respond to my coming out as bisexual. As hinted at earlier, my mental illness seems like an inconvience. I am worth more than that. My husband Richard is saddened by the turn of events, but this had turned to anger. He wants my dad to apologise.

There is no deal making. I will not ask for forgiveness in return for an apology. 

Not this time.

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Okay, Here’s The Deal

I find out my times for volunteering at the SSO on Saturday. Excited muchly, I am. Also, after posting a photo of the model train display by the Saskatoon Railroad Modellers Group at the Western Development Museum to Tim Dunn (@MrTimDunn), a model villager and railroad fan, he suggested I join the club. Oh, the thought had crossed my mind. I failed to tell him I also have some videos. I had so much fun.

My parents came up for the Easter weekend, which was the reason for the visit to the WDM. This weekend was fantabulous. I did not feel any pressure to explain myself to my parents. They understood my last breakdown, which a few of you had to witness. I watched Richard go to church on Sunday. I did feel a bit sad for him, as we used to go together, but my feelings for what this holiday represents brought back a memory of a recent moment in time I think may have been a hint I was in the wrong place. It took a couple more to finally get me to a different place.

After a busy summer of a job shake-up, it was decided our small group was to no longer exist. Most of me was glad, as it was getting to be rather uncomfortable; not due to the people, but due to the people. Yes, you read correctly. Gosh, I feel silly to talk about this, but I really cannot find the nerve to do it out loud.

Not having the bible school background and to ability to fake my way into promoting the kingdom made some of the sessions unbearable. My secular university education did not prepare me for this. Nobody wanted to hear about the early church in the UK. History of the “church” only includes Peter, Paul and Mary (sadly, no dragons).

This brings up the point about the one speaker at my former church commending Charlemagne for spreading Christianity throughout Europe. After a number of conversations with other Bethany College (now closed) it would not surprise me that this speaker would not know Charlemagne (as stated in writing) committed genocide.

Charlemagne vs. The Saxons (1)

As pointed out by one of the classmates, bible schools are mostly denominational; so the curriculum is somewhat one sided. Fair enough, but nothing is stopping these good Christian kids from taking the time to expand their knowledge of their faith. I got tired of offering alternatives to the “stories”. Maybe my attempt at teaching sounded more like sarcasm? I will admit there were times it was intended.


The conversating also became very difficult. Whilst Richard and the other boys talked about hockey, The Walking Dead, comics and The Walking Dead reading comics during a hockey game, I got to listen to tantrum stories and bottle feeding issues. Sometimes I would join the discussion, but due to a useless womb, my additions were rather mundane. Though I have nothing but the highest regard for stay-at-home mums (my mother was one), I wanted to encourage them to step out of their comfort zone for a couple of minutes. Why did I have to conform to their idea of wonderfulness?

It felt like that moment at a family gathering where you are too young to sit with the adults, but too old to play with the cousins. I felt like I did not fit in; it was 1984 all over again.

I can count on my hands and feet the number of times I got the “I’m sorry to hear that” nod. I must have come across as not very bright. I would walk home, though mostly in silence, complain about not fitting in. How do I fit in now?

“Hey Wendy, you don’t have to; you are just fine as yourself,” I hear you say. That is why I feel a separarion is needed. Though I was well-liked for my scripture reading, very few wanted to get to know me. I am more than capable of reading non-biblibal works out loud. I read to Richard in the car quite a bit and he laughs. The SSO will give me an opportunity to branch out.

I don’t think I am quite ready for the model train club, however, I may volunteer at the WDM.


(1) Evans, G. R. “Christian History Institute.” Christian History Institute. N.p., 2014. Web. 28 Mar. 2016.

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End of An Era

Why are the people of Ontario so upset about children learning about sex? For those who are not aware, check out the latest from Central Canada:

Protecting the Health and Well-Being of Students (1)

Four or five is NOT too early to learn the proper names of the body parts, in my opinion. I wished I had access to this information at that age. We correct children if they say the name of vegetables incorrectly, so why not the gender bits? They are also not too old to learn about different family dynamics. Some children are living in multi-generational homes, step-family homes, and same-sex parental situations. Some children are being raised by grandparents.

Having learned about the birds and the bees in Grade Five, not much has changed here is Saskatchewan:

Sexual education compared across Canada (2)

Grade Five is a bit too late to learn the art of adult communicating. Lately I have been reading complaints on the Conservative Party election posts from angry parents wanting to teach their children about sex on their own, not having their children exposed (excuse the pun) to it in school. That means there will be children discovering sex in some scary ways without knowing the consequences, as they have been for centuries.

I am slightly worried for these children, as their parents do not know the difference between provincial and federal government policies. The federal government has no control over a provincial education programme. It is rather embarrassing, really. I can imagine the conversations about the private points; their will most likely be nicknames and a lot of blushing. I am sorry, but these parents will not teach their kids one single thing. This is how far parents are going in protest of Ontario’s forward-thinking:

Half of one Toronto school’s students kept home to protest new sex-ed (3)

Oy and vey. The era of unknowing has to end. Ontario, you are on the right track.

(1) “Protecting the Health and Well-Being of Students.” Government of Ontario, 30 Oct. 2014. Web. 13 Sept. 2015.

(2) Young, Leslie. “Sexual Education Compared across Canada.” Global News Sexual Education Compared across Canada. Global News, 24 Feb. 2015. Web. 13 Sept. 2015.

(3) Jones, Allison. “Half of One Toronto School’s Students Kept Home to Protest New Sex-ed.” The Globe and Mail. N.p., 08 Sept. 2015. Web. 13 Sept. 2015.

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2014 and All That

Tomorrow is the last day of two-thousand and fourteen.

It has been kind of an awful year:

– hit a deer,
– bought a second newer car,
– health emergencies,
– job loss,
– work hours cut,
– still no visits from both our brothers and their families,
– loss of loved ones, and
– church going ultra-conservative whilst trying to break even.

Boy, that seems like a long list. However, there has been some good stuff:

– holiday to Yellowstone,
– job loss,
– weight loss,
– heath restored and treated,
– family gatherings,
– heartfelt messages from new found friends,
– more progressive spiritual gatherings,
– a look forward to a new church home,
– the confidence to try something new, and
– knowing I still have the love of my husband.

My blog, as I have stated before, will be one of books. I will give the odd book review, but I will focus on the book I plan on writing. I have found the way I am going. The chance of it going anywhere is quite slim, to be honest. Unlike my husband’s cousin, I do not plan on selling my house to get it published.

This will be a place of exposure, a creative spot I have been wanting to express for a long time. My Facebook page, Progressive Rubber Boots, will be a place for others, like you, to promote your book, write a review of a read book, or post an interesting article or story.

It will be about you, me, and everyone in between.

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I Can’t Begin To Explain

There are moments I feel I live in another dimension. Unfortunately, the Doctor won’t come and save me. The closest person to fit that description is Neighbour/Co-Worker who has started wearing bow-ties and bought himself a pair of Doctor Number 10 hipster glasses. Prior to this transformation, he (and a lady at work) teased me for watching Doctor Who. Now they cannot get enough. Whenever I hear Neighbour-Co-Worker’s Doctor Who theme song alarm I want to make an angry pirate noise.

I also find it interesting how many ladies at work believe cats kill babies that smell like milk.

I think what bothers me the most is when my parents are judged by the fact I was allowed to read Chaucer and Beowulf at young age. Yes, I was asked why my parents would do “such a thing.” Good thing I did not tell them that I watched Carry On movies when I was nine and ten – that would have been too much for them to handle. I cannot forget watching updates of the Falklands War in 1982, the reports of bombings during The Troubles in Northern Ireland, the assassination of Indira Gandhi in 1984, and the Lockerbie bombing in 1988. According to the ladies at work these episodes of history were too violent for me, and my parents should not have let me watch them unfold.

This all stemmed from a suggestion what children should / should not be allowed to watch on the news. Sadly, the events unfolding in Gaza were forefront in the conversation. If I was a parent, I would like for my children to know about the situation, but would limit the amount of coverage they would see. You cannot hide the present from children. My dad spoke to Kris (my brother) and me quite a bit during the events I mentioned earlier. As we listened to the radio, it was a bit easier to not be scared by the happenings. Then again, we used to pull out the dictionary or an encyclopedia at the kitchen table to prove or disprove something or other.

I had to make a comment that children all over the world are going through Hell, and I used that word, right now; they do not get the option to turn the channel. Is there a right way to let kids know of the bad stuff? I don’t know. Is there an appropriate age to watch? I don’t know. Is Percy Jackson and the Olympians too old for a ten year-old? I personally do not think so. I have read the first book of the series and found it uninteresting. I would have found it rather boring at ten, as well. But, I also don’t know. I am not telling parents how or what to watch or read, as each family has their own rules and regulations.

I worked with a former roadie that let his five year-old daughter listen the White Zombie and Metallica. White Zombie I could handle, Metallica is another kettle to fry. I think pity is the word I would choose in this case. Were these bad choices? I don’t know.

Now, you should not watch a movie like The Devil’s Chair with a four year-old, mostly due to the gruesome icky bits and bad acting. Also, the cartoon Grendel, Grendel, Grendel (this is the link to Part Two), scared the living daylights out of me. My dad, brother, and I watched this in the living room in the dead of dark. I watch it now and still get a bit jumpy. Was this a bad idea? I don’t know.

What I do know is that Kris and I did not grow up stupid.


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