How Low can they Go? I don’t know… pretty low. 
Changing the rules & laws to suit what ever works best for an already established corrupt Administration. Rise Up.  WE Stay High. 
Cannabis is here to stay.
Getting angry only gets people thrown in jail and gives the “Authority’ reason to shoot your dogs, as any dog lover knows - any loving dog will defend their master & sense the threat - so, many good dogs are going to die I’m afraid in the future, in the USA.  
A Good time for people to think about investing in the dog bite prevention kits, with my illustrations & puppy training - help prevent any event from harming a family member. 

When they Go Low - STAY HIGH. I don’t mean - sofa surfing the latest celebrity gossip on T.V. high. Educate! Yourself or someone on any topic that you are passionate about.  Hopefully, one will be Cannabis awareness. If Cannabis helps you feel better,  stay HIGH but stay active, creative and inspired.  Terrible news all the time can tear down the soul, throw in daily aches and pains, mental & physical, next you’re exhausted and not even enjoying all that you work so hard to accomplish. 
Stay Hi - when it helps you past the PTSD. 
Stay HIGH when dealing with chronic pain & even when dealing with a broken heart.. as many do starting the new year - it’s not healthy - so get HIGH, in  2016 you had a good cry - NOW get busy.  Heal thyself.  

This year... 
Chase your dreams not people, those who are meant to be in our lives will be.

I took steps to become better in 2016 was somewhat successful, when I sit, meditate, think positive thoughts about pleasant experiences & people - I had a smile on my face and everything seemed better… slowly.  I felt better, looked better and twitched less. Fact. 
It was work, I kid you not.  lol  I plan on working at it more this year.

I know what I need to focus on in 2017, more painting.  How about you?

Have Faith 
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Thank you!
For every single person who has shared, reposted, talked about (good & bad), glanced at, printed, mailed & e mailed any of my drawings. Thank you.  Each time - bringing ALL of US one step closer to ending the negative stigma attached to cannabis as a medicine.

I started drawing to educate 10 years ago- when at 14 Storm had his first bong hit and his pain was no longer controlling him- he became master & controller of it. No more tylenol, codine or morphine to constantly consider. I thank God & the universe for the cannabis plant daily!

Inspired by love & we did not want parents who were already dealing with a sick child  have to deal with some of the 'BULLSHIT' we had to.  As well as be informed it was in FACT helping with chronic bone pain, that NOTHING was able to do as well & keep our son happy & healhty & active.  We decided to share, because of the loss of judgemental family & friends to the constant questions and concerns raised by othes - including myself at times, AND the politics of it all.  Health Canada Horror stories & fear mongering rampant in our own country, never mind any place else in the past 10 years -Good riddance, to a hateful, harmful government here in Canada.  Welcome Justin, who will legalize. be patient people.

Cananbis has introduced us to a new world, literally, one filled with compassonate & understanding people,  ready to be laughed at and shunned for thier love of a plant.  People who refuse to sit back and watch all day- instead, they draw, talk, protest, bake, blog, bulldoze & blunder thier way through to make a differnence, and they do.  
I am very thankful for them.

We have also met a few 'heavy hitters' in this industry and I am thankful for them, they fight the legal battles and go to bat for the millions who cannot due to lack of  health or finance. Many have been fighting for years and yes- it too can take a toll on thier health. 
We've made many friends ;) thank you...  all around the world!  Thank You!
Friends who showed us the ropes, taught us a few tricks, took us under their wings and more. Thank You.  
A enemy or two had been made a long the way I've no doubts. YOU will never please everyone & I am grateful for them as well - they teach the the most dificult lessons - each time helping make me stronger in the process.  More determined.

Every person who has taken the time to read  this blog and ignored my continued spelling & grammar errors!  I know how difficult it is for many, there too should be a lesson, if you are judge'n me bi my spellin, with out understanding - you have too much time on your hands.
& just like judging someone for wanting to choose cannabis over  pills - we are no better.
I try to only judge 'myself' at the end of  each day. That alone is enough. 

Thank you.

Time to Draw

Lies.. please, tell me no lies.  Even little ones.
We  all have lies which surround us, read the paper.  I have reached a new pinnacle in my life and it has me wanting to SOAR every time I feel it surge through me.  
Bullshit - you have met your match.
I simply am going to 'call people' on it. From now on...  lol  Tell me the truth.  
I recently did just that, after decades of confusion - I picked up the phone. The caller knew instantly  'who' I was, which was reassuring.. I asked a few questions and came away no longer confused, clearer than ever before as a matter of FACT.  Problem solved! Forever!  & now I can lay that one to rest.  Understanding more, forgiving more and forgetting finally.
It feels fucking fantastic & gave me a new found sense of strength & power & a great conversation with a "you can call me anytime - which was really nice."      I'll move on. 

Then there are 'little lies'.. kinda fun at times- but then too, with my imagination- they can escalate into 'a frenzy' sometimes good and sometimes bad.  So please, don't.  
Know I'll check - from now on - I'll ask- whom ever I think might know the answer. Simple.
Wow.  Just ask.  As soon as possible - so you do not over think/stress.
When someone is in front of you - you can tell sometimes if they are just being cheeky- 'pulling my leg'- that's different from lying- or is it? I ask: are you pulling my leg?   
Ivan pulls my leg from time to time.. my pal Jim is also good at it. 
With e mail- it's not so easy to tell.  No wonder Pinocchio comes to mind!

I just needed to paint! TRUMP has me stumped.  I respect Americans have anew president - but I don't like him..  most women don't.  HE has triggered something - I'll be the first to admit- I have fucking had it with 'men like him' making remarks like they do & I personally have been forced to deal with them MY ENTIRE LIFE. No more.  
We had one such fucking remark not long ago:
We had to renew our personal insurance, Norm & Storm met with the "broker" at a coffee shop a few months back. He wanted to come to our home- but Norm explained I was not well and we don't have people over. When 'he' met them one of his first remarks was:
   "Going to renew the policy Norm? More money for Hookers and cocaine.."
Storm was shocked- he told me first - then Norm confirmed. Storm was disgusted.  Storm rarely says anything negative about anyone, not this time & he said he was 'like that' the entire meeting and told his dad to 'drop that asshole'.  He knew I was at home ill, Norms wife, Storms mom and he says this shit?? I was LIVID.. but I was sick.. it's been months.

Friday, I called head office... I explained (very calmly- thank God - it's been a few months) what happened and "IF they do not get our policy off that pigs hands I will call the papers." 
I won't name him, the company formerly Penncorp Canada has recently changed names,  HE KNOWS -  he called after their visit- and I answered the phone- he knew and I knew instantly- I could hear it in his demeanor  - I confronted him,  he admitted the remark
 his response: "oh .. I was just joking"                 FUCK that.  
Every time we allow these 'Jokes' to go on-  YOU know they will- it disrespects women- Mothers, wives, sisters & daughters. THE OTHER half of the population.. Norm is in the dog house - I told him to change it after the incident and just found out last week - we are still paying this disrespectful asshole MONEY.  No more.  
The company has assure me they will handle the problem & the policy will be turned over  to a more professional, respectful broker.  I will hear back this week.
'Just joking..'  fine.
I'm not joking & I'm NOT giving you a cent/nickel  ;)  more.   There you go.
That is how to do it.   Pay attention and do it with your dollar. 

I'm back painting Pinicchio today- and guess what- I also painted a MINI study.. I think I'll give one away.   He makes me smile. Not nearly finished.. a bird haven I think I need to add 'several' more... we'll see.

Have Faith ...in each other.
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Time and time again I think... 'when the f*ck will I learn.'
Certain bridges are meant to be burnt. 
You need to burn them to prevent you from crossing them again.

Note the 'flames' are in the shape of a heart- to remind myself, I love myself
and deserve better and won't be crossing that bridge again. 
Hanging  by my desk where I sit daily and paint.

Clarity & closure allow you to focus on what matters.

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Have Faith
xox
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 'I love Canada.  Even in the winter..  I get more painting done!  Nature is my clock.
What do I love about Canada? Stunning nature, trees, GREEN, bluejays, maple syrup (Heaven's is my favourite')  Justin,  poutine, Beavers, Moose & loons!  The Ex- even tho  I no longer attend,  Mounties, Inukshuks...  the list is endless & Now- Canada allows Medical Cannabis patients to grow their own medicine!  Amen.  
It has me wanting to celebrate and combine my love of Canada with my love of cannabis and here was the first in a series Im calling 'Home Grown Canadian'.

My sons long time friend Sam, surprised me with a new piece to add to my collection!!
​Check out my sweet little glass nugget. ;) I'm very proud of him as I have bugged him a long time to keep creative!   A little upset he admitted he is slacking lately and only working about 3 hours. That's not going to cut it. Treat it like a job you LOVE  9-5 at least!
Check out Soul Masta's Glass on FB!  

On my Mind - my first sketch of the day... My MUGSHOT 

Next on the desk.. a little Alice Fun..  Peek A Boo, peek thru. I'm going to Time-lapse!

 On my mind...  I will NOW only tolerate people, thing, events, jobs in life that
Turn Me On!   Turn on my mind first and the rest follows! Meaning my heart.

On my mind.. Scruffy of course. I will admit yesterday during a TN attack and my face cramped for what seems like forever- it is my right side, my eye pulls shut and stays that way.. well Scruffy now has her right eye always shut.  The things that dog does for me.  
Dr. Karen Norman called me this am and assured me she was doing well.  Scruffy went out for a pee - "make sure she is on a least she knows her way home!"  and she said already you see her personality shine through. She is pretty bruised still, I can't wait for tomorrow- around 10, I walk up and go get her! 

Lot's to celebrate! 

Have faith
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My Hallmark  girl is in the hospital...  please send her some loving vibes today.
Me too.    

As you know Tequila just died... She was our oldest dog - 19, and still called the shots- even with Daisy who was easily 4 times her size, she trained Daisy - as Daisy watched her, so did all our dogs-  Tequila was well behaved.  If Daisy got out of line  'Ticky would go over and growl at her and Daisy would back off.  WE noticed the past week, Scruffy 'claimed the basket' (Tequilas basket that she had her entire life) no one else used it.  
We let it go- someone has to use it but I saw Daisy going over & giving her a dirty look.  Really.

Anyhow Daisy and Scruffy have always fought.. maybe 3 times a year they get yelled (we never let our dogs fight with each other) at & Scruffy- a 1/4 of Daisy's size never backs down! She is my problem child with the most attitude!  Well,  yesterday  they got into a fight, over nothing... Storm was right there with a friend (thank God)  I was up painting, my first in a series of  "Home Grown Canada".  Storm calmly yelled to me "Mom, come - we need to take Scruffy to the vet... its bad mom,  prepare yourself."   He was incredibly calm- as he gets- thank God.  When I saw Scruffy - My heart sank.    ;(    
One of her eyeballs was on her face.
I held her still as Storm ran of his keys..  she was calm, looking at me  ;( with both eyes and all I could was cry silently and hug her and tell her its o.k...    

Just then, Norm came through he door (Scruffy is  his dog)  and they rushed her to the vet.. it was closing... so they were advised to take her to the 'emergency clinic'.... Here is where I start to get extremely pissed off, so I best keep calm...   $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$    they were told it could cost up to $4,000 if they did it.  BUT if we wait and take her back to our vet today it will be much cheaper, WTF!?   !!!!!!!!
ARGGGHHHHH!!!  Bullshit!
Just do your fucking job and don't try to gouge everyone!
What a fucking joke..  :(          O.k. Im still very upset and cried all night.
My girl is in the hospital with her eye on her cheek because of $.  
We had to wait, we don't have the $ - we are waiting now to go and get her and bring her to surgery.  Norm had to get a credit card   to pay.  ;(  we were credit card free.  & it has already cost us $700. cash..   to sedate and send her back to another vet.    >:(  Fucking joke.

What do you do- say put her to sleep for $150. ;(    
No, she is one of my girls, family!  OMGosh, just the thought putting her to sleep  has me sick to my stomach.  2 dogs in less than 2 weeks.. Scruffy is our rescue 9 years now I think she is..   we were told they won't be able to save her eye.

The one thing I will say is Scruffy is our tuff girl, I'm sure even with one eye, she will be a hand full still. I cant wait to hug and kiss her.

The vet did say that sometimes a dogs like Scruffy- can have an eye pop if they sneeze!
Daisy is in the doghouse and she knows it.  It was an accident, they are normally best buds.

Please send us ALL some loving vibes and prayers today as Scruffy has her surgery.
And I don't freak on the vet. I will update tomorrow.
I just had her photo put onto a canvas.. to paint around her, to pay with and have fun.

Have Faith
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* Update..  we had to PU scruffy before 7:30 or paid another $150.. we did then drove to the vet and had to wait until they 'Opened' at 8:30. She is now at our vet - since we moved up here. Dr. Karen Norman, whom I would rather do Scruffys surgery anyway.
BUT  they could have done the surgery, the estimate was $2000.  for a Rookie vet.. Oh they had a much more 'formal way' of telling us - I looked at her and said "so, a Rookie?"    
 I got No response- only a look of 'yes, I guess so.'  OR a trained practicing vet for $4000.! + more if complications- but  hey, the rookie - if they had complications - oh well, you got what you paid for.  Fear mongering is what it is. HAVE ONE FUCKING PRICE.

This industry is another that is only concerned with money- what happened to Dr.s caring about patients!?  Scruffy went in there with her eye dangling on her fucking face!  They bandaged her up and I'm supusto be happy with the cute little fucking bandage-  we paid almost $500. 
Awwww... FUCK that! Look after my fucking dog you hypocrites.
​EMERGENCY CLINICS RIP YOU OFF!

*They made sure we paid our money before we got our dog- BUT did not have the change to give us, instead Norm has to make a return visit to them, there was cash in the drawer - but not enough and it wold have 'inconvenienced them'. Icing not he fucking cake.
 
​We will get a call later after surgery and hopefully she will be home Monday.

It's time to show myself some love.
Yesterday, I told you about the death of my dog.. today it is the death of my marriage.
This too will come as no surprise to many who know 'us' well.  
All I ask from anyone is prayers for a smooth transition into a new chapter of my life.
​For myself as well as Norm. 

I found this quote last night on PIN:

'My son is older and now wiser.  
I want him to be in a happy relationship, I know they exist.  

I think it would be better also for me to be alone and 'content' - even happy maybe,  than to be continually in a relationship where we do not get along anymore, fight constantly about everything from no name chips to paint chips and it's just not fucking fun anymore.. it never was.  Not the fighting.  It has physically taken its toll one the past few years, expecting to be who I was not and being in an environment that never stops - with work all around me not complete, it's made it almost impossible to 'stay on top of'.  When not fighting we each do our own thing we never talk about anything other than the weather - I hardly ever get asked 'how was your day?    I'm just not interesting anymore, I guess.    I still ask daily.
 No more. 

You try to 'keep the peace', because it's what you think we should do, at some point you really start to think about the price for peace you are paying and this one is too steep for me.

If you read this blog you have a pretty good idea of what's been happening.
Time has passed.. we went in different directions.  
I told Norm the kitchen won't make a difference - just like everything before- it is all stuff.  By the time 'it' gets done the amount of fighting before - years in fact over something as simple as a set of stairs.. that can be finally accomplished in a matter of hours is all about control in my opinion.  

The most recent remarks about not contributing to this marriage, because I did not go to a 9 - 5 fucking job every day-  pushed me over the edge. As I hope it does to every  mother, woman out there.

It is time I take back control of my own life.
I appreciate and good vibes/prayers  you send  & thank all for their continued support.

I want to find a place where I might paint peacefully, surrounded by my dogs and friends who I know want to be in my company.  I am  planning on moving a bit North- you know me...  I Love nature.  

Now, I'm looking into my options and painting peacefully.
Ironically, I do feel pretty peaceful about this decision...
it's how I know it is right. 
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No more tears.. fuck that.
I take control back,  NOW.

Have faith 
xox <>< 

Back to painting.  
I'm keeping this one.
I'm framing it and getting it ready to hang in my new home.
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What would Jim do? 
"What are your alternatives?"  He asked me one day.
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Draw.

I was hoping,  I'd be able to draw a tribute toon but I can not yet.

Believe
xox
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You've got mail!  
IT might be mine.  A joke - no, I'm not laughing.
What you see above is *MAIL** just picked up from our mail box with OUR very own private key - that I paid $35.00 so I could have the lock changed a while back.. mail that was in our mailbox - you know the big kind everyone is getting, that you go to with your keys to pick up your mail safely from the BOX with YOUR own key - Am I making myself clear??Here is more proof, I am documenting every time - I've had it!
Could you imagine IF we were receiving OUR medicine through Canada POST!? 
I argue with my son - almost daily - 'Please go check the mail'...  
I don't like going out- it's simple the cold hurts my face, balance, I don't like seeing people  - in the summer it's a different story. lol -
BUT Now, please go check the mail has turned into:
'I need the mail checked STUFF is going missing!!'

What do you do? Who do you blame- talk about frustration. Accidents happen all the time - this is proof - I get it - and if this is your job - man it must get mundane- BUT,  privately addressed for a neighbour * Norm has already delivered to the CORRECT address.
these are bank papers - identity theft is on the rise- and here is more than most  would need to know!   Check out how they tell us to keep safe from identity theft:

https://www.canadapost.ca/web/en/kb/details.page?article=how_to_prevent_mail_&cattype=kb&cat=security&subcat=identifytheft  

Collect your mail daily! I would IF it was IN the CORRECT box - Canada Post.
Why am I upset? It's not a one time thing-  mails is going missing! 
I've had items I ordered never delivered. If you read this blog you know just before Christmas again, a very small package - never got it.
It was replaced by the shipper and I felt bad about it.  
Did we become targets when Health Canada mailed out their letters addressed for all to see? 
If I'm getting wrong mail  - someone is getting OUR mail. 
Imagine if it was Storms medicine OR mine- I forget about me- I think of him first - 
and was delivered to the wrong home - and lets say - its not such a trust worthy person, who is slightly curious, and more than slightly dishonest- well: kiss the mail goodbye.
I hate to think any such people exist in Keswick..  Ontario... Canada!  - lol 
I've been called naive before.

Why do we have this service and pay taxes - for what?
Proof- shit happens, mistakes are being made all the time... more than mistakes - things are being stolen that are not addressed to the person that they belong to.
Stealing is exactly what it is.  

Tell me what can be done? Do you know?
Really, I don't know what to do - the www. offers a royal run around - and simply suggests you deliver mail if not yours even though 'they are legally' responsible.
Legally responsible for setting us up for identity theft.  This is beyond frustrating.
No wonder, I 'demand' the mail is checked daily - they tease me - I TELL Storm - "Please GO, before  others come home & check their mail, incase & we get a key and they take out mail from A or B box.'  Its a fact. I wish I did not even think it, let alone say it - live it, trust me.

It is to the point, I don't think I will order anything that comes via Canada Post and is important to us. I don't trust the service any longer. 
Do you have my mail? If so kindly deliver it to the correct address. 

Belive
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Tomorrow, Alice.

Let it Be.
I started this cartoon  last week and grateful, it was a distractions I seriously needed as I forced myself to finish the past few days. I still forgot to add the words .. 'with love' and had to go back in, after it was painted. That was not the plan.  
When will I learn, 'plan's mean nothing.  
Again my plan had a monkey wrench thrown in it the other night, I spent between 1 - 5 a.m. then tearing my office apart and stripping it clean. Until I was exhausted and cried out and went to pass out.. up and at it again at 7a.m., I need a good sleep. 
My guys left me alone. 
They understood & also realized could not help.
Today, still as I added the details on this 'Let it Be'
I apologized to Storm about feeling so sad, this close to Chirstmas'
He understands, points to my cartoon & says the answer is right in front of you...
Let it Bee.

This too shall pass. 
I am taking a break until after the holidays. 
Let it Be.   Let it Bee

Let them BEE.

I hope you have  wonderful time with family & friends,  doing stuff together instead of comparing stuff together!  Making memories instead of creating debt! 
Teach your kids about priorities now, not late fees later.
Making Love, not war. 

Have Faith
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