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Pootz's RantNot a "FB" friendly place! HomeworkIt has been quite a while since I posted anything at all about my 'crazy' status and just coming from Doc's blog I think it's time. He couragiously shares (what MUST be) all...so here I go!
I've been on the don't be crazy's now for hmmmm years, I can't remember how many. That's just me though! Not a symptom! They still work wonders for me, most of the time. Actually last fall I noticed even when I forgot to take them, I was still ok. So I began taking them every third day and still felt great. I have a horrible time getting in to see my family doctor so went to the clinic and had my dosage halved. I began taking those daily and all appeared to be tickety-boo. Until I unwisely began taking the half dose every second day. It didn't take long to see that WASNT NEARLY ENOUGH!
The old symptoms came on like a case of diarehea, fast and out of nowhere! I noticed the loss of tolerance, the jumpy feeling inside and the old leg tapping neatly on the heals of that. These are the obvious ones for me, but what I waasn't recognizing was the impact on my relationships. I know, you would think thats a no brainer but remember please, I was OFF MY DON"T BE CRAZY"S! Okay, no problem. I just take them daily again. Apparently it doesn't work that way. I have been back on the daily dose of 37.5mg for months now and the symptoms have decreased but not gone away. I remain 'jumpy' and *ahem* not very tolerant, to put it mildly. To be fair, I don't go around making things up that 'piss me off', I just over react to the triggers that are out there. Instead of going to get my dosage doubled again, I decide to try something different and make an appointment with a phsycologist (sp?).
I assume most of you have never been through the process, so as an educational tool and with the best interest of all the 'crazies' out there like me in mind I would like to take the opportunity to share my experience with y'all.
Some of you reading this don't know me at all. Here's a bit of background. I'm a loving parent, employed full time, home owner, good friend, responsible and productive member of society. I am not drinking out of mud puddles or torturing any size of animal. I don't cut myself, have suicidal OR homicidal thoughts. I don't see or hear things that aren't there. These are all questions you get asked by various medical professional in the 'diagnosis" phase. I know, I was floored! I mean, I was just feeling 'not right', not very tolerant and easy to cry. They seemed to think I was certifiable! I am just like MANY of you. So the first step for me was my family doctor who put me on an anti-anxiety med, a mild one and a low dose. At one point in the beginning I had my dosage increased slightly then I was off and running. Now you are pretty much caught up...
I decided (with a friend) to seek out some counselling. Perhaps the combination of this with the lose dose meds would bring me back to rights. AND I am absolutely fascinated with the analyzing of behaviour of any kind from any species, so I was actually quite excited. Off I go the the Mental Health Clinic. Going in the first few tiems was kind of like going in the "adult section" of the video store. You know you aren't doing anything WRONG but are still nervous of the conclusions people will come to.
The very first meeting is with Intake. They are there to prioritize your need. So essentially they are figuring out how soon to book your appointment. Once they discovered I wasn't a danger to myself or anyone else I had to see someone else to figure out why I was there and who could best ummm, be of assistance to me :) In these appointments, I think there were three of them, The Intake or Assessor ( I have NO idea what her title was) gets my background information. I actually filled out a questionaire hitting the hot spots such as, alcohol and drug use, family situations, traumatic experiences, previous mental health treatment etc. She talked to me a lot about my current situaton and what I felt I need.
So essentially I am there because I feel like I have no patience. That I escalate into frustration very quickly and cease being productive in solving conflict. Imagine this in your everyday life. It has a huge impact at home but mostly at work. Not a good thing at all and must be dealt with particularily because unresolved conflict creates MORE conflict which further frustrates me and I end up creating STILL MORE conflict. Wouldn't you love to have to deal with me? So you see what I'm getting at. None of this is 'red zone' behaviour so I am paired up with Maria and get my scheduled appointment. During the assement I was diagnosed with Generalized_Anxiety They actually have a little 'dictionary' type book for diagnosis that essentially says if the person experiences x and y they have this, if they experience x, y and k it's this other thing and if they experience x and k they have this still another thing. She wouldn't give me a copy of it though :(
Poor Maria.
I walk in for my first appointment. She is welcoming and personable. Her office is comfortable, there is a glass of water for me on the table next to what is obviously where I am supposed to sit. Thank GOD it's a chair and not a couch! There is actually no couch at all, and I wonder if that is the difference between a phsycologist and a phsychiatrist but I don't mention it. She, of course has all my background information and has presumably checked it out prior to my arrival but still wants me to tell her why I"m there. She gets the same spiel you got in the above paragraph. Essentially the same spiel. I'm nothing if not long winded :)
So I'm three appointments in with Maria and she seems to be having trouble keeping up with what exactly frustrates me. I suggests perhaps I make some notes in preperation for our next appointment and she thinks that's a splendid idea.
Here I am, getting out my old diary and drawing two columns on the page. The first column titled simply... Frustrating and the second column, irritatingly BLANK.
I can't promise a timely update on this but there will be one eventually, so please...check back!
Benjamin Moore RampageSo, when I decided I wanted another Valley Bulldog I found a photo of a little boy dog with the most mournful eyes. He was the last of his litter to be homed and I knew he was for me. Arrangements were made, costs paid, puppy delivered. He was 10wks old when he came to me, already dubbed Rampage. He was the runt of the litter so his breeders felt he needed a big name. If only they had known!
When he arrived, it was noted by all who met him how quiet he was. No rambuctions puppyantics for my boy dog! He was truthfully quite a nervous little guy. Now Bilss has helped him come out of is shell quite a bit. He really seems to follow her queue for the most part but he still isn't as confident as she is and over reacts to most situations.
He is very charming and loving at home with us, a favorite with a couple of people in our lives but Bliss remains the life of the party wherever we go. She can get away wtih her poor manners because she is so entertaining I suppose. Now to be clear, I don't encourage her over enthusiastic behaviour, but I am overruled by Betsey and pretty much everyone else. So to be quite honest....I have given up on her. There have been very distinct lines drawn, Bliss and Betsey on one side, myself and Paige on the other.
When I take Paige anywhere, he is very well behaved, always on leash, seldom ever barks or even shows any interest in anyone around us. He is a fairly big dog at around 70lbs with an intimidating build so people generally don't seek him out. Part of the problem as I am beginning to find out.
The only time he reacts when I have him out on leash is when he sees another dog. It's quite a scary show for most people as he then gets VERY animated and loud. If I happen to have his attention when the other dog comes into the equation, I can certainly manage him, but as I mentioned, most people just get the hell out of wherever we are. Again, not helping, but who can blame them?
In the yard at home, we generally would just let the dogs out to play, no fence but no problem. The most Bliss will do, is go out to the road to greet people going by. They would sometimes be annoyed but not to much drama. Paige on the other hand, is not making such a great impression with the neighbors. And god help us if they are walking a dog! So, Bliss has free reign and Paige is now tied. Problem solved right?
Not so much. He started running to the end of his rope until his collars would break and off he would go, terrorizing everyone. Okay, some new collars later, find one that he can't break, but he's tied to my deck. Correction, what is left of my deck. The rails are pulled off, the steps have been pulled out from under the deck and the deck itself has been pulled away from the house. This dog is VERY strong. People now aren't even walking their dogs past the house because of him. Not a great thing.
Now he has started throwing himself at the screen door unitl the latch pops open so he can let himself out if he wants to terrorize whatever catches his eye from the window.
This is too much! Make the appointment to get him neutered but I know that isn't going to FIX the problem, only fix him. So I ask around a little and find out about
Golden_Mountain_Dog_Solutions. Called Randy, explained what my problems with Paige are and made our appointment.
Randy and Diana came to the house to meet us all and see the environment last week. The were here for a couple hours and will be returning Tuesday evening to do some work with us all. They told me Paige is a good dog, perfectly lovely and the problems are pefectly fixable. THANK GAWD!!!!
I know what I have done to magnify the issues, I know what I would do differently next time and soon will know what to do this time. PHEW! What a relief!
  Rude Awakening...I came home from work Saturday night and the house was in darkness. WHAT? I knew Betsey was away for the night, and the Boy mentioned maybe going out for the night, but I was still FLOORED. Don't get me wrong! I love them both very much and enjoy their company. They both enrich my life in ways you can't imagine and I am truly grateful to be sharing time with them. But at my core, I am a truly selfish being and the thought of having my entire house to myself for a whole night was making me giddy.
I practically ran in the door but right at the threshold I got a little worried. Maybe one was still here, maybe sleeping and since before sundown and just didn't have the lights on before the nap. And who are we kidding folks someone in the house asleep isn't even nearly the same as being home alone. I started yelling my fool head off, then, wait for it....silence :D
I made a beeline for the freezer...wait! Gotta let my dogs out to enjoy it with me! Ok, ok. It's just you and me tonight beasties! WOOHOO! Dogs out for a pee... back to the freezer. MIx a nice drink of yum... I mean rum hehehehe! What to do? RICOCHET! I let the dogs in, sit down at the computer for a guilt free game of Ricochet and suddenly remember I'm home alone! There WILL be music! Quickly open my folder and SELECT ALL, crank the volume and off to my happy place :) Hmmm...home alone. It's so peaceful. I should call Shannon! So all of a sudden I"m experiencing a house full of kids in my ear. Again, I love them dearly but I begin to get the feeling that I just called her to gloat (evil I know). We agree to talk Sunday, and I'm solo again.
A couple round sets into the game and I see the mounds of laundry on the couch from the corner of my eye...damn peripheral vision! I try and ignore it for a while but it's like its growing in the corner! ARGH...I hate being a grown up! BUT I do have that movie I could finish watching while I fold it! I mean I only started watching it 3 weeks ago, I might even still remember how it began!
Ok, I strike a deal with Mount Miserable, start the movie and begin the climb.
Well, to be honest it really only took 15 minutes so now I"m free to watch my movie without distractions! YAY! KD for dinner and a movie...what a night!
Alright, it's only 9:30 but I do have to work in the morning, so I call my dogs (who've been pining all night for their boys, the little traitors!) and head up to bed. Now the dogs are supposed to be crated at night. Betsey is usually the boss of that but he's not home :) I put a suitcase in front of my door surely, they'll sleep all night!
Check the alarm, off the TV and lights, tuck in the dogs, cuddle up with all the pillows. *sigh* *snore*
BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!
That's not my alarm clock...SH*T! The phone! Check the time, still good, WHAT! Time change. dammit. Gotta grab a shower, be right there. Pete is sooo understanding, didn't even swear, giggled even! What a great guy! Quickly now, out of bed....why is the suitcase moved? Down the stairs, OH MY F*CK*NG GAWD!!!
The four legged bastard and bitch not only got into MY unattended gargabe bag, but somehow must have collected the neighborhood garbage and distributed THAT all over my floor! No time! Put them out and deal with it later, into the front room. You've got to be kidding....dog sh*t too?????? Focus Pootz! Gotta get to work! Into the shower, scrub the important stuff...get the dogs in the crate (where they'll be spending the REST of their NATURAL LIVES!), clean up the poo, that's definately priority, dammit! My drive's here! YIKES! Well, I guess I'm making up for the garbage mess AFTER work.
Mental note....CRATE THE DOGS!! Next?Ever have one of those days? You can handle a couple things at a time, maybe even multitask with a smile on your face, but at SOME point...it just becomes too much? Oh yeah, I'm there.
Now to be fair....this is an accurate representation of an afternoon last week. Today in fact, is completely doable. Well, except for that rude awakening this morning! I WISH I was refering to the time change... damn dogs! I love NatalieDee! http://nataliedee.com/nd-archives/ndarchive-mar09.php February SUCKSSo we took the dogs to the beach a couple of weeks ago, mostly because I can't stand it anymore! Sure the snow is pretty and there are fun things for some people to do in the winter but NOT ME. I am done being cold and bundled up. I hate having to throw on a coat and boots just to untangle the dog. I hate having to get all dressed up to just run to the store only because you'll freeze on the way in your pjs. I am tired of snow sliding off my roof onto my deck and blocking my door. I want my mailbox back!* The dogs are tired of the cold, that cat is tired of the cold and I am tired of the cold.
I miss my beach! I miss treasure hunting and all the surprises! I miss the starfish and jelly fish and the deer where they shouldn't be!! I miss the latenight bbq's after being at the water all day. We stopped at Betsey's on the way to the beach and I found a container of shells collected last summer, but it wasn't good enough. I want to see the magic footsteps** again! I want to see the phosperous (sp?) in the water again! I want to see my LEGS again!
Someone just told me today that salt water makes you SMARTER even. Something to do with negative ions, I don't pretend to understand it but it sure does explain alot of stupidity this winter :) I miss the negative ions!
I think I have a problem folks. Can you be addicted to the beach???
* Betsey was showing off to the kids and tried to 'drift' into my driveway. He clipped my mailbox and took it out! I miss getting my mail :(
**Betsey and I went for a walk on the beach one night when we were first dating and the algae in the seaweed lit up when we stepped on it! Like magic :) It's been so long!I have so much catching up to do here, but the good news is I'M BACK! I have a couple of updates to post then its back to the blog BABY! Pinch me!!Ok, this is gonna be hard to follow....
I don't usually dream about people I know but I did last night. I woke up this morning SO happy! I still haven't come down from it. Betsey and I were at some sort of intricate street fair that went all through buildings and on the street, like Mardi Gras almost. We were having a great time when CLARK showed up. Now Clark is a friend of mine from 'back in the day', teenagers really. He was like the goofy guy that was never gonna get laid but REALLY needed to lmao. We used to tease him ALL the time. Whenever we played Truth or Dare he always dared us to kiss him, with tongue, without tongue, for 20 seconds for 5 minutes! He was SHAMELESS!! Anyway, he was a doll and we always hung out together. So in this dream he shows up at this street fair and we hug, really hug, like I can still feel the hug!!! We are hanging out in this group of people. Betsey and I decide that we aren't gonna date anymore. He's gonna date this chick in the group and I'm gonna date Clark! So we all continue to hang out together but Betsey and I keep gravitating back to each other, friendly though. His chick isn't quite what he's looking for and Clark, well, he's the horny goofy guy! Betsey and I get back together and Clark understands and agrees its for the best ( he's a prince really). The chick is just gone (I'm pretty intimidating....it's a dream remember????) Anyway, at one point in the dream, it's SO vivid... I reach up with my index finger and touch Clark on his right ear, which he really likes (cause he is just that horny lol) and he's directing me... a little higher, a little left and so on hahahahahaha The look on his face, and the sigh that comes out is the human equivalent to paw thumping from a dog you are scratching just right! lmao! The part of this that won't let me go is his hug....Clark passed away from a brain anurism (sp?) in about....1996. I hadn't seen him for years. But after last night, I can't say that anymore. I got to hang out with CLARK!!!!! Free Spirit SpheresSomeday I will stay in one of these! Someday!! Quote Real Estate : PhotoGalleries : Free Spirit Spheres Taken from Docs page....
I just had to link this rant from one of the VERY few spaces I lurk... Please follow the link to Docs page, please... Too Many Things Beep Or Flash!
Charge laid in Karissa's murderSudden death is always difficult, especially in a small community, and it takes a long time for closure to occur.
We hope the beginning of such a process is now underway in Bridgewater. After more than four months of intense investigation, police arrested and charged Penny Boudreau on Friday with the murder of her 12-year-old daughter Karissa. When Karissa Boudreau went missing in late January there was an understandable pall associated with the disappearance because people just don’t vanish in rural Nova Scotia, especially young girls wearing only a black hoodie, vest, blue jeans and pink crocs in wintry conditions. When Karissa’s frozen body was found Feb. 9 by the LaHave River, a community’s worst fears were confirmed and a province mourned the sudden and inexplicable death of someone so young. There was apprehension in the region that a killer was loose and a realistic sense that no one was truly safe until police found Karissa’s murderer. Sad to say, their investigation zeroed in at last on the one who gave her life. There’s little doubt there will be equal measure of public outrage and disbelief in the aftermath of the arrest. Time has done nothing to erase the shock of this murder and it has loomed large prior to last Friday as an unsolved matter with no resolution or relief for Karissa’s family or for a public keen to know that its own children would be safe. The arrest addresses that problem and police say their investigation has yielded sufficient evidence to warrant the charge of first-degree, or premeditated, murder. More problematic perhaps in terms of public perception and immediate reaction to the arrest was the accused’s emotional press conference two days after Karissa disappeared, when she appealed for help in finding her child. We suspect a stunned public will return time and again to that moment and wonder how anyone could make such an appeal if complicit in a crime. It’s a mystery that will likely remain unresolved, and we hasten to add that no matter the sense of the situation at this point, all individuals before the court are innocent until proven guilty and it would be wrong to jump to any conclusion before the evidence is heard and the accused tried. Still, how truly sad and disheartening to know that situations similar to this are part of the societal fabric, where children are at risk not only from the world outside but occasionally from within what should be the safest haven of all; the family unit. Despite the arrest Friday and what it means to the citizens of Bridgewater and surrounding area, it’s extremely hard to feel any satisfaction. Police allege a mother has killed her child and although such a circumstance warrants shock and revulsion, it also demands profound sorrow and regret because something somehow has gone terribly wrong and we are collectively that much poorer for it as a society. Taken from Novanewsnow Here is a link to the press conference on Saturday June 14th when the charge was announced. Southshorenow.ca From the archives...You said that you are afraid
to fall on your face
that I am afraid
to lose face
We are together-afraid
but of turning
face to face
and neither of these
facing
Oct 19.2000 0100 My GrandmaOk, so here I am again. Long overdue. There is so much going on this will probably be pretty disjointed but I'm not a big fan of editing so you can read or not...
Grandma is in hospital, 3000 miles away. A long way away, but somehow even longer now. I'm sure she will be home soon, I KNOW she is surrounded by people who love her, I know Grandpa has lots of love and support, I know I wouldn't be able to change anything. But what I wouldn't give to be there. They have moved mountains for me, quite literally and almost annually as a matter of fact, and here I sit without even the WORDS to express what I am feeling; only this need to express it.
I took an upgrading class for my English a million years ago and drove my teacher crazy 'interpreting' her assignments. She was a huge fan of short essays with assigned topics. She asked us to write an essay about someone we condidered the most memorable person in our lives. Here is mine...( after much digging and scrambling in my basement!)
"For as long as I can remember I would run in the front door of my grandparents home excited from the ferry trip, bursting with anticipation because I was about to see everyone in the world that mattered to me. EVERYTIME without exception, when I looked for him, Gregory would be there. I swear to this day he was waiting for me, just for me and was as happy to see me as I was to see him. I would sit in his lap, strumming the guitar, singing, listening to the laughter fill the house as my family surrounded me. I knew I was the luckiest and most loved little girl in the world. Gregory told me.
This is how I spent every holiday, every long weekend of my young life until my parents separated.
When I was nine, we moved across the country. To a new family, my mothers family, strangers! As far as I was concerned they weren't MY family!. I spoke about nothing but 'home' and my 'real' family. I drove my mother over the edge with my whining about not fitting in and being different than everyone else. No one understood me. I was so lonely.
When I turned fifteen, probably when I needed someone the most, even in hindsight, and Gregory came.
Once again he was there for me whenever I needed him, he loved me unconditionally. He knew me, understood me. At fifteen years old I would still curl up on his lap to read. I told him everything, cried on his shoulder and he was always there. I began to realize he had always been there, even when I left him.
When I was eighteen, my son was born prematurely and in hospital for three and half weeks. Here I was, a mother but knowing that I had never felt more like a child. So insecure and defensive about my position in the world. Terrified to trust anyone with the magnitude of my inadequacy. Except Gregory. Gregory would sit next to his empty crib with me. That's where I told him I was scared I wouldn't be able to love him enough and Gregory never judged me for wondering if I should even try.
I am an adult now, my son a young man. Somehow I manage to love him more every day, I hope it's enough. Gregory still listens to me, comforts me, guides me. My wish is that he will do the same for my grandchildren some day. I will see that he does, as he was entrusted to me.
Gregory was a gift to my grandmother from my grandfather when they were dating. He is an enormous blue teddy bear. He is a monument to my family and the love that circulates within it. As I got older, with Gregory's help I began to understand that family is a an entity, that develops and grows with you. What a simple lesson. A lesson only learned from the experience of it. I couldn't write about any one person. My family is an entity, and while each member is remarkable (truly!) it is the joining of them, each one with the support of the others, that makes them powerful and unforgettable to each life with the good fortune to encounter them."
Grandma sent Gregory to me. I have no idea if she knew then what he would come to represent in my life. He sits in my room to this day, right where I can see him and yup, occasionally I still curl up with him. It's the most amazing thing because his physical presence in my life reminds me of my place in the world and more importantly, in my family. My family as it was then, as it is now, and as it will be.
Every word of this is true and accurate.
Grandma has an original copy in my "folder" and I love her for THAT too!
A Heartbreaking goodbye...Young girl's death cost small N.S. community its innocence, memorial told12 hours ago... Taken from Canadian Press BRIDGEWATER, N.S. - The death of 12-year-old Karissa Boudreau has cost the town of Bridgewater its innocence, local church leaders told a packed memorial service Saturday in this quiet community along Nova Scotia's south shore. Karissa's body was found dumped near the LaHave River just outside Bridgewater on Feb. 9, nearly two weeks after she disappeared. Her death is being investigated as a homicide. A funeral was held last Tuesday in Barrington, about 140 kilometres away, but Saturday's interdenominational service at a packed Bridgewater church was the first chance for some in the town to come together and grieve. A photo of Karissa was placed next to stuffed animals and flowers at the front of the church while drawings and letters from her friends were posted to the side. People sitting in the pews were led in song and prayer, and at one point encouraged to hug one another as speakers from various churches talked about who Karissa was and how her death has affected the community. Rev. Judy Norton of the United Church said Karissa's killing has devastated the town of about 8,000 people, which hadn't seen a homicide in 15 years. "We want to think of our community as a safe place for every child," Norton said. "Today, we acknowledge our brokenness that the life of this child should come to an end so tragically in our midst. Help us to deal with this loss of innocence." The service heard of Karissa's love of swimming, reading and music, and that she wanted to be a veterinarian some day. There was no sign of her parents, though one of the pastors spoke on behalf of the family and members of Karissa's extended family attended. Her paternal aunt, Chastity Grear, said the outpouring of support from the people of Bridgewater has helped Karissa's family cope. "It's not only us that are grieving, it's the community, her classmates," she said in an interview following the service. "Getting all together and feeling each other's grief, it has helped us all. We're all in this together, everybody loved her, we have everybody's support." Karissa hadn't lived in Bridgewater long, having recently moved there from her father's house in Shelburne to live with her mother - but even people who never met the Grade 6 student said her death has cast a pall over the town. Bridgewater resident Sherry Sollows, 36, didn't know Karissa, but when she learned of her death, she wrote poem titled "Bridgewater's Daughter" about a community in mourning. Sollows' poem has appeared on numerous websites and Facebook groups, and she read it during Saturday's service. "That night (when Karissa's death was confirmed), tossing and turning, every waking moment then becomes: who, why, and what now?," she said afterwards. "So the next morning when I got up, it was just coming, it was there and it had to get out." This sense of collective grief has drawn many in the community to a makeshift memorial near the spot where Karissa's body was found, where dozens of stuffed animals, poems and notes have been left. The police haven't laid any charges in the case, but have said they believe whoever killed the girl was known to her. Karissa was reported missing on Jan. 27, after her mother told police she disappeared from a supermarket parking lot in Bridgewater. Her mother has said she argued with her daughter and then went into the grocery store, leaving the young girl behind in a car. When she returned, Karissa was gone. Ground searchers were mobilized, a helicopter was used to survey the area and RCMP divers entered the icy waters of the LaHave River, which runs behind the grocery store, but found nothing. Karissa's mother, Penny Boudreau, made two tearful pleas for her daughter to come home or for anyone with information about her whereabouts to come forward. Two weeks after she vanished, a passerby spotted what appeared to be human remains partially concealed beneath the snow on a steep bank of the LaHave River just outside town. Days later, police confirmed the body was Karissa's and they were investigating a homicide. They didn't reveal how she died. Police have said little about the investigation. They have insisted they are making progress and that Karissa's death was an "isolated incident." Two people known to Karissa were questioned by police shortly after an autopsy confirmed the body was hers, but they were later released without charges. Search warrants issued to the police in their investigation have been sealed by a court. Karissa Boudreau, 12 year old girl missing from Bridgewater, NS, Canada
The public can assist in the search by contacting Chid Find. If you are able to distribute 20 or more posters in your area, please contact Lisa at Child Find NS at 902-877-6198 or toll free 1-800-682-9006. They will be providing posters and all you have to do is put them up. Please call them.
Chronicle Herald February 1, 2008 BRIDGEWATER — Heather Roblee was sitting in her office here on King Street, which runs along the LaHave River, when she heard a helicopter swoop low. It filled her with a sense of unease. The Natural Resources Department chopper was carrying two Bridgewater police officers who were looking for any sign of 12-year-old Karissa Boudreau, who has been missing for nearly five days. Ms. Roblee kept looking out the window, willing the Grade 6 student to be safely back in the arms of her family. "I think the entire community is affected," Ms. Roblee said. "Things like this just don’t happen here. There is a sense of bewilderment and fear in the town and surrounding areas. As a mother myself I can’t even begin to imagine what this woman is going through," she said of Penny Boudreau. On her lunch break, Ms. Roblee walked across Veterans’ Memorial Bridge looking for any sign of the girl described as bright and with a ready smile. The community is mobilizing in its efforts to find Karissa. Her photograph is in stores, restaurants and businesses all over Bridgewater. People brought together through a Facebook site offering support to Karissa’s family urge one other to check garages, sheds, cottages and unused buildings, as well as monitor the Transportation Department’s highway cameras that are hooked to the Internet. Adults who know Karissa say she is conscientious. Her friends say she loves pizza but hates tuna sandwiches, and in a profile Karissa posted on the Internet she says her favourite movies are High School Musical 1 and 2. She hasn’t logged on to her site since Jan. 19. Sgt. John Collyer, Bridgewater’s acting deputy police chief, said the helicopter was in the air from about 9:30 a.m. to 1 p.m. It flew over the LaHave River, the Bridgewater Mall, where Karissa was last seen Sunday in her mother’s red Neon parked outside Sobeys, and several wooded areas around Bridgewater. The search turned up nothing. Sgt. Collyer said Child Find Nova Scotia is also getting involved. The group met with police late Wednesday and Karissa’s family has agreed to have their daughter featured as a missing child. The organization will also give the family support and is looking for volunteers to help get Karissa’s picture out in the public eye. Karissa has been missing since about 5:30pm on January 27th, 2008. She was last seen at Bridgewater Mall at 421 Lahave Street, Bridgewater Nova Scotia Canada. Karissa was not dressed for the weather as she was wearing a black hoody, black vest, blue jeans and pink crocs. Karissa is described as about 5' tall, 130lbs, slightly stocky with shoulder length brown hair. Anyone with any information is asked to contact Bridgewater Police Service at 902-543-2464. The public can assist in the search by contacting Chid Find. If you are able to distribute 20 or more posters in your area, please contact Lisa at Child Find NS at 902-877-6198 or toll free 1-800-682-9006. They will be providing posters and all you have to do is put them up. Please call them.
Gail Benoit ARRESTED! 10 sick puppies seized.Taken from PetAbuse.com this is the story from the Chronicle Herald Friday October 26th, 2007...
Provincial SPCA investigators seized puppies from a property in Roxville, near Digby, on Friday for the second day in a row. Every RCMP officer available in the town Friday also went to the blue bungalow on Highway 217, where things turned ugly in a hurry. Gail Benoit was home when the officers arrived and was arrested. She was screaming obscenities and rocking violently in the back seat of a police car when she was taken away. Cpl. Trish McQuarrie later took photos of a large gob of phlegm on the plastic shield between the front and back seats where Ms. Benoit allegedly spat. "All we’re there for is to keep the peace . . . and to ensure that the SPCA officers are able to do their job," Cpl. McQuarrie said. Eight puppies were seized from the home and garage on Friday after two were taken away on Thursday. Ms. Benoit’s husband, Dana Bailey, was not home during the raid but he arrived at the Digby RCMP detachment shortly after 5:30 p.m. and began shouting at officers. "What were you doing at my house again today?" he said, continuing to shout and curse. "You’d better let her out," he said, referring to his wife. "She’s had enough. Do you hear me? She’s had enough." He then jumped into his minivan and drove off. A sign on the rural home’s mailbox says Puppies Us. A middle word or letter appears to be missing. Judith Gass, past-president of the Nova Scotia SPCA, said investigators at the property on Thursday found more pups thought to be infested with parasites, so they returned on Friday. Some of the pups had bulging abdomens and likely carried large loads of worms, Ms. Gass said. She said charges under the provincial Animal Cruelty Prevention Act and the Criminal Code are pending against one or more occupants of the home. The SPCA was acting on complaints, Ms. Gass said, and the investigation will continue. They really exist!This ones for you Auntie Linelle!
So, we moved into our new building in April and of course, it takes a while to notice what is familiar in your new environment. Recently I noticed that we have two resident spiders outside the back door where I go to smoke. And as I work nights I get a pretty good view of what they are up to being that their webs are against the lights. Now don't get me wrong! I am terrified of the eight legged carnivorous disgusting little monsters. But, if I can avoid killing them I do. Not because "everything has its purpose and deserves to live" or anything as noble as that. I simply am afraid I'll miss and just PISS them off! (sorry Uncle James). So the last couple weeks I've been watching these two and found myself quite interested in their comings and goings. Particularly since they are the only two webs out there. Here is a brief background and introduction.
Spider 1- We'll call him Bogart (it's what my sister called big spiders when I was little, don't ask, I have no idea). Bogart has it really good. He obviously paid attention in spider school. He built his web in front of the pot light on the corner of the building using the downspout for the gutters as his 'base'. His web fills up within hours it seems with noseeums (little tiny biting flies for those of you that aren't from here...THEY SUCK!) and various other little yukies. His web goes from pristine to a graveyard very quickly. Now the first time I noticed this I didn't see Bogart anywhere. I thought that he buggered off for a new location. I mean the web was trashed, there's no Holmes on Webs or Extreme Web Makeovers right? So I get pretty bored while I'm smoking...I start looking around for Bogarts new place. (I really like to keep track of where they are so I can avoid them)
There is a pot light right above the door, then about 3 across the awning. Bogarts old web was on the last pot light. He moved to the second pot light. Haha! Found ya! Keep in mind that I work 2 nights on, 2 off, 3 on, 2 off and so on. So I don't necessarily know the time line here, but anyway. He's found and has spun himself a perfectly useable web even without the downspout. Incredible little creations, but still digusting.
Wait a minute.
What's that? Over at the downspout? A new web? Is that Bogart? Holy SH*T! It IS BOGART! We have two spiders! This is gonna get interesting. It has to right? That or I have to quit smoking.
So, Bogart is catching bugs, wrapping them up, sucking their guts out, whatever spiders do. And the new spider...we'll call her hmmmm Laticia (it'll become apparent very soon) is hanging around waiting for yuckies to make it past Bogart to her web. Now initially it was pretty difficult to tell Bogart and Laticia apart. I'm no expert and I'm not gonna get real close, not even to make this story better. NOT ON YOUR LIFE! But the fact that they live in separate webs in sight of each other helps. And as time goes on, Bogart is eating pretty well and gets a bit of pudge on. Laticia on the other hand seems to be only getting enough to get by on. She also has to spend most of her energy repairing her web. I don't know why but it's seems to get quite a bit of damage done to it, quite frequently. Initially I suspected my coworkers of messing with my new smoking neighbors but why wouldn't they demolish the entire web? Why just knock a corner out? Eventually I settled on a theory. The larger bugs are taking the corner of the building wide thereby, avoiding Bogarts web and really getting up some speed so by the time they get to Laticia's they blast right through. Pretty good deducing huh? (I think so, especially for a lay person. I know it's hard to believe since I have such obviously amazing powers of observation but I really have NO formal training.)
It got so bad that Laticia actually tried to relocate to the pot light over the door. Well, I hate to say it but I interfered. Actually Jess and I made it blatantly obivious to little Laticia she was overstepping her boundaries. She is settled back into her 2nd potlight. Everyone's happy. Bogart is building and catching, eating, demolishing and re building. Laticia is getting along, doing her repairs and eating when she can. Bogart is getting bigger and Laticia is existing. What's a girl to do?
Last night. I'm out for a smoke. Same old same old. Bogarts web is full and looking really ratty. I'm sure he'll have it taken down by tonight unless he is still too full. Laticia is ...oh no... Laticia! It would seem that Laticia's problem may have been that bug catching wasn't her priority. She didn't relocate to catch more bugs! She was in hiding! The crack spider moved in. He must have trashing her web 'cause she was in debt and now he just took right over! He is an ominious little beast too. Very lanky and shady looking, poor Laticia! He's smack dab in the middle of HER web and she is cowering in the corner. All night he's ruling the roost and she's hanging around the corners and edges of the web. I'm devastated. She had so much potential and she flushed it down the toilet. Now we have this hood living in the neighborhood. He's already moved in one of his buddies probably to make sure Laticia doesn't take off or Bogart doesn't come to help her. Damn druggies. The new "Striker" has built his web in the corner of the roof so he can look down over Latica and keep an eye on Bogart as well. Who ever saw a web that's parallel to the ground? This guy is so doped up he can't even tell up from down!
When I left work this morning, everyone was in their places. Bogart on his downspout, Laticia cowering in the corner, S-Dot ruling her web and Striker up in the corner watching over it all, the little parasite!
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