Rose's Cantina

Today, Ottawa Mayor Jim Watson pleaded with residents to stay home because tomorrow we're going to get a whopping 40 centimetres of snow. This news has already struck fear into the icy hearts of OC Transpo managers who are asking LRT operators to practise breaking in snow (news! The winter started months ago!). I will stay home, watching my puppies playing in the snow, because I am still unemployed after 10 months. This week, I applied for jobs as a communications adviser, a writer/editor, and a sales clerk at the grocery store. If I'm lucky I'll be packing fish on ice within a week. If I haven't heard from the grocery store by next week, I'm pulling out all the stops and applying at Costco and Home Depot. They pay an extra dollar an hour, or so I hear. It's been a very disturbing winter. I'm turning 64 in July, and I currently earn $400 from CPP. I will have to wait until next July so I can top up my earnings with the Old Age Pension rounding o

Don't you hate when people leave you hanging on Facebook? Say they have some terrible tragedy unfolding, and you wait, with bated breath, for the next post only to hear crickets. Did he die? Is she ok? Was the operation a success? Follow up, people, please! Now back to me. I thought I'd give you a brief update on my living situation -- yes, the heart is still beating -- because, I thought you might like to know. Last fall, I posted an urgent message that I had to re-home my lovely Mini-Aussie, Pearl, because she was trying to kill Sophie the Pug. Faced with my own version of Sophie's choice, I couldn't do it. As I watched Viggo the Lab and Pearl play in the yard, I knew I couldn't separate them. I couldn't give up Sophie, either, because I've had her for eight years, and she really is my therapy dog. So a solution had to be found. First, we hired a doggie behaviourist, a nice fellow named The Dog Father. Dan came to the house and gave us som