Victoria Grace Nation

So where has Victoria Grace gone the last little while? Sadly I’ve been trapped at home unable to do anything. Why? Well let’s start with my thumbs/wrists. As of March 2008 my right thumb muscles came down with a case of Tendinitis, of course weeks and months go by and it still hasn’t gotten better. I’ve seen doctors, physiotherapists, even tried alternative medicine. There are good days and bad days, sometimes I can move them, sometimes I can’t. It’s great really, it’s been so long that I have no more strength in my thumb. I tried lighting a sample lighter at Ed’s Linens back in the summer and failed miserably, that is when I realized that my thumb muscles have deteriorated to a stalk of celery. Of course by the summer, my left thumb did the same thing and I couldn’t use my hands at all for a good week.

The past few weeks have been hit or miss, there were a few days where I could barely move my thumbs and the guy I was seeing ended up taking me to his older brother whose a physiotherapist. In the end I was sitting on his living room couch with twitching needles in my right hand. It got better until last week, when the pain changed and turned into a numbing sensation and the pain was moving to my wrists. I needed to something. So I went to see Dr Hong, this Chinese sprain expert. He use to be a bone doctor in China and now works in the city, hurting his patients during his sessions before making them better.

And then there was my left toe. I don’t know how, but I managed to sprain it. It was feeling a bit weird on the night I was out watching Zack and Miri, and by the next afternoon my foot had swelled up to the size of a baby elephant foot and I could barely walk. A week went by and it was still dreadfully painful, so what the heck, why not go see Doctor Hong for everything.


Goodness was that ever a mistake on my part. He twisted, jabbed, scraped at my toes and wrists. Of course he checked me out first, diagnosed me and told me all the possibilities of why and how such luck had befallen me. I was in such excruciating pain that I was seriously crying. Then he used little bamboo cups and vacuumed the crap out of my foot to suction out all the bruising. Then he wrapped me up in herbal patches and gave me a temporary shoe aka a plastic bag to get to the car. I was in so much pain I had to be driven home, I fell asleep in the car and by the time I got home at 7pm I went straight to bed. I wasn’t tired, I was in so much pain that I had to sleep. The pain was so bad I needed to puke. I was unable to walk or move my hands for 2 days. But hey! Now I’m all good. And I’m back! Sort of….I have to go back to him soon for Round 2. Wish me luck!

My hand’s been fucked and so’s my foot so the lack of blogging is normal. Okay so have you guys ever had a close friend who knows practically everything about you? I mean this person once told me that he didn’t need to have sex with me or see me naked and he would know EXACTLY how it would be like. Weird? Ya…or maybe I tell him too much about my life. I swear he must know every scar on my body, birth mark, birth defect without him having to have seen it. Then comes the “what the fuck is going on moment” when you find yourself discussing something important and serious with him and you suddenly realize that there is actually a real person there and you are telling too much information!


Ya I have to really hold that thought.

Mr “I spent $300 having a 2 person dinner” asked me to marry him tonight. Ya I agreed under my own terms 15 minutes later, I was calling the engagement off. That DoucheCan. They’ll never learn!

While I was driving home last night, something on the radio really touched me and made me think. The DJ was talking about a young 11 year old, suffering from Leukemia. His name was Brenden Foster who spent his sick days helping the community and really ‘paying it forward’. When asked about his time he said:


“I had a great time, and til my time has come, I will keep having a great time”

Those words so simple and yet I feel as though most of the world doesn’t really get those words spoken. This young boy is 11, his life has not even begun to start yet and already he is planning for the end. The fact that even though his life is ticking away, he is able to detach himself from the worries, from the materialistic things that can hold him back and turn him bitter. Who can honestly say that we can say that? To be able to die in a short period of time and not abide in the world that we will be leaving behind. I mean I don’t think I can do it, or not yet at least.


What does it take for us to stop for a moment and really smell those bloody roses? I mean I look around me, the house that I dwell in, the city that I live in and sometimes I forget to see that I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. I forget to cherish relationships in my life, or even the simplest things.


Little Brenden might only be 11 years old, but that statement proves that wisdom truly grows in the most unlikely places and not particularly with age.


Update: Sadly Brenden Foster has passed on.

Saturday, oy I had a busy, yet memorable Saturday. The usual lazy Saturday turned into 24 hours of productivity. From work, being religious, to seeing my e-husband, to even seeing an old friend.


I was out in Chinatown by 9am, picking up some food and groceries for people, dropped off someone, went in for a work related “meeting.” By noon I was making my way to the Chinatown Buddhist Temple to pay my respects since it was the Earth Mother’s Birthday. Grabbed a quick lunch and met up with my husband at the mall. Okay he was late, (yes I was actually earlier than him for once!) so I went to visit my heartbroken sister at work, with some mini donuts.



Met up with Hubby dearest, grabbed some java, grabbed tickets for the movie and did a bit of shopping around the mall. He modeled and posed for me in Hilfiger hats, Armani toques, just like how he would when we’re in the privacy of our own bedroom. Tee Hee Hee.

So we saw Zack & Miri Make a Porno, starring Seth Rogan and Elizabeth Banks. He and I saw this movie in hopes that we can take some techniques back home, but really I think we could have taught them a few tricks. Buahaha. The movie had some smashing moments, where it comes to the written script. Plots a bit cheesy and certain lovey scenes seemed almost out of character for the main characters. I mean can you seriously see Seth Rogan in some chick flick, love interest role? So that threw me off a bit, the whole “looking into each others eyes lovingly and stroking eacho others hair” thing was a bit out of place. Other then that, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Justin Long’s character (the Mac guy) is one of those super memorable characters in the movie.

My Rating: 8/10 (could be a 7.5)

It was sort of the descendants of a dirty gene pool of Young People Fucking, the usual chick flicks, and cheesy porno with the bad 80’s hotel lobby music and bad boob jobs. I wasn’t too fond seeing so much penises and breasts, but was good. There was a scene where some of the characters mocked the life-span of marriages, that was my husband’s cue to nudge my elbow and smugly look at me. Ya shut up, I know…we’re on our 2nd year.


The movie was great, having alone time with my husband was great, the bad, overly sweet, spicy thai food we had was horrid, the walking for hours in my 5inch pumps and in the cold was horrendous as well. The fact that my sister didn’t want to 3rd wheel our dinner plans was pretty smashing, oh as well as how my sister inspected my husband from head-to-foot, ear lobe to the fingertips. LOL.


We ended up doing another one of our multi-hour dinners where we sit and talk animatedly about everything and anything, like we were on some date and not married. It’s an odd phenomenon, it’s almost like we don’t despise each other for once.


We finally, but reluctantly said our goodbyes with a bit of a boob rubbing, and of course the Ebert Review on my parking and I waved farewell.


I ended up meeting an old friend the rest of the night, we caught up on all the missing action in our lives, we laughed, we cried, we even punched and screamed. By 3am I was partially delusional and I left with empty glasses of goodness!

So today is Friday. What does that really mean?

1) No work for 2 days before I start a grueling 6 day work week
2) The start of a hectically, hectic weekend of Ontario.nism, Porno making with Eddie, Bond.ing with Boonie Men, Passing germs with Annis, and Accomplishing my mission in the States.


Tonight is a toss up of a mixture of possibilities, even though all I want is to be rolled up in my sweats, sit in front of the telly with some warm broth and be in bed by 10pm. But my Social Bee schedule has finally crept up on me after months of dodging them off. I still have a dinner that I’ve been pro-longing since the beginning of fall and it’s almost winter!


Hmm 6:40pm, I have barely any time to take a short nap before getting ready to go out. Damn. Okay what am I waiting for? Let’s do it!


Please remind me I have a dinner date to plan for and a menu to write for my special guests. Nobody goes home unhappy and unfed at Victoria Grace Restaurant, where I put the gourmet in food! <—Oh wow how cheesy was that line?! That was my cue to leave!

*drum roll*


Mariah Carey’s Always Be My Baby.

The one song that I can never get sick of even if it was stuck on repeat for days.

Last night while driving to Johnny’s Aunt’s place, pass the windy, dark farm roads my phone started flashing red. It was my sister messaging me on the Blackberry. Something seemed wrong.

Sister: …Vic?
Me: Driving
Me: What’s wrong?
Sister: We broke up…Its hurting

What do you say to that? I mean what can you do when someone you love is hurting so much? Knowing very well the heartache of a fresh wound, there is no words or actions in the world that can take the overpowering feeling of grief away. But having to recently go through those same suffocating feelings, I couldn’t just say or not say anything.

Me: Aww Babe!
Me: Its okay just breathe. I know it hurts. I’m going through it too
Me: We’ll get through it together ok?
Me: I’ll be here if u need me. Call whenever k? Doesn’t matter when.
Sister: Thank you
Me: First 2 days are unbearable but it gets better. I just ry to breathe one moment at a time.
Sister: …Aint nothin’ but a heartache


…Aint nothin’ but a heartache those words reverberated in my head like an echo. It’s funny, I know that my sister is probably feeling 10x worse than I did and yet, it’s nothin’ but a heartache. Like a tummy ache it’ll go away eventually with the proper care.


I know she’s hurting terribly. But what else can I do? I have to let her go through the pain, which is a single person journey. It’s true though, you just have to breathe, stay busy and take a step back before saying or doing anything dumb.

See I have a little pet peeve for the people who block others. The only time I block someone is if I want to talk to everyone but them because I don’t want to come off rude if I just ignore them. What I HATE is those people that have the intention of cutting someone out of their life and they’ll go to the trouble of blocking but not deleting them. I mean FUCK if you want to cut someone out of your life, why don’t you go through with the whole thing and do us both a favor and delete the other person off your list too.


Then of course there are those others who say they are ignoring you for your own good, but really they’re just being selfish. I mean why can’t people just straight up say what it is that’s on their FUCKING mind and maybe the world will have less misery.


See normally I don’t have a problem. The main problem is when these people do it suddenly, without warning, without reason.


I will probably do these people a favor by cutting them FULLY out of my life.

/rant

It’s been over 19 hours, actually I’m pretty sure it’s at 20 hours since I last ate. I still feel tired, weak and nauseated. My hands are cold and my right hand is numb from my wrist down. How did everything suddenly turn so bad?