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Wednesday, 8 October 2008

The News...


Ok, here it is then.....

A while back (like 5 or 6 years ago), I toyed with the idea of moving to Scotland. Don't know why Scotland - just always felt drawn there, and I felt a kinship to the people of the country. After all, they're my people. I mean - granted, my people come from all over the UK and Ireland, but for some reason (maybe it's because my name is Scottish) I've always felt closer to the Scots. So, I planned to take a trip there, and did so in 2006. I never really told this to many people, but I wasn't entirely sure I was going to come back from that trip. I was willing to stay, however, I did come home. During the trip, I spent 3 weeks in the city of Dundee. I had an entire month worth of vacation in the country, but spent 3 weeks in this particular city because it was the one in which I was thinking of settling. When I did come back, I was showing my pictures to one of my friends, and she indicated that one of our friends was moving to Scotland - to the very city that I was thinking of. So, I got in touch with this friend, and over the 2 or so years in which he has lived there, I've observed and investigated, poked and prodded him. (my poor guinea pig friend - ;-) - you're so good to me) Anyway, after observing, etc, I feel and have felt some time that the time has come for me to move there. I decided to officially go through with it earlier on in the year, and have taken steps to get there. I sold my car, rearranged my whole budget, have paid a massive amount of my debt off, and am still saving, paying, etc for the actual move. I bought a ticket to fly direct to Glasgow on August 18th with a company called Zoom airlines... Anyone who keeps up with the news will tell you that Zoom went bankrupt on August 28th. So, that presented a challenge for me. It was a bit discouraging for a week or so, but I got my money back, and have purchased a new ticket with a different airline to fly out on December the 10th. May I recommend to all of my friends to ALWAYS buy airfare with your credit cards? Seriously... Yes, I'm moving before Christmas, and yes it's permanent, and yes I can work there (I have dual - you know - British parents), and no I don't have a job lined up. I have faith that I will find work there, and I have a very good friend helping me to look for a place to live - the same one who so graciously allowed me to observe.

So, today, I wrote up my resignation, made a plan with my manager to set the resignation in motion, and then once that was all established, I told all of my co-workers. It felt really really good to get it off my chest, as the news has been official for some time. It is now entirely - world wide - official. I mean - it can't get more official than turning in my notice. It's very much a reality now. It has been, but it's even more real to me now than it was yesterday.

The truth is, there's nothing really holding me back. I'm young (ish), single, and I have my whole life ahead of me. My whole family is quite excited for me - with the exception of one - but she'll just have to get over it. Sometimes I feel like I'm going on a second mission. Perhaps I am in some ways...

Sunday, 5 October 2008

Farewell Old Man...


Well, I guess for most of us at the DHCC it feels like the end of an era. I've only been there almost 2 years, but some of our staff have been there for 11, 12, 13 years. Friday was our last day at the Old Colonel Belcher Hospital (or Health on 12th as its currently called) There's one other clinic left there now, and they will be relocating to the Sheldon M. Chumir Centre towards the end of the month. After that, I guess (and what we've heard is) that they're decommissioning the old man. They took down the east wing of the hospital when they started building the SMC building, however, we've been happily using the west wing for quite a while. In fact, I think it is my favorite place - I've ever worked. I like the building (it's quirky, old, and full of stories - and ghosts) though I don't always say I like it - there are days when the temperature is nuts, and has never been normal - either we're hot or cold - no normal temps at the Belcher. I'll miss the location - 12th Ave, and 5th Street - how much better can it get? Restaurants on every corner, tonnes of good places to walk to, shop at, I mean - that's the centre of all the best action for sure... Gosh, I'll miss it. I'll miss my great view of Gerry's 24 hour restaurant. I'll miss reminiscing about the stabbing that happened across from my window. Just kidding - not kidding about the stabbing, just that I'll miss reminiscing about it. I'll even miss my desk.



I'll miss Bill, Stewart, Lori, and all our security staff. I'll miss my wee walk to the Lougheed mansion. I'll even miss Tourette's girl and her daily verbal beatings a little bit. I think she actually missed me a little bit when she didn't see me for a week and exclaimed "oh the B%$@H is back". Ah, how I'll miss that. (I'm being entirely sarcastic in that case - just in case you didn't catch that) But really, I will miss the place terribly. There's few things I really appreciate about Calgary anymore, and the old Belcher is definitely one of them. They're taking him down, just like they take every building in this city down that has any character. There's something wrong with that. But, I'm not going to rant about our wasteful Alberta culture today. No, today, I shall share with you a bit of history about this great building...

This is taken from a page called the Friends of the Colonel Belcher...

Calgary's original Colonel Belcher Hospital opened in 1919 for World War I Veterans. Located in a former warehouse on 8th avenue, the facility was named for Lieutenant Colonel Robert Belcher, a cavalry officer and charter member of the Northwest Mounted Police. After seven years, the hospital united with the Ogden and Sunnyside Veterans' Hospital and moved to a larger location in the same area of Calgary.

With the outbreak of World War II, the hospital moved to its present site on 12th avenue and 4th street SW., which was formerly the Senator Patrick Burns Estate. Ten years later, the hospital was extensively renovated and given a two-wing expansion.

In 1991, the Colonel Belcher was designated a long term care facility exclusively for Canada's World War I, World War II and Korean war Veterans. Today it operates under the auspices of the Calgary Health Region.

So, that's the history of the building, and for a brief summary about our friend the Colonel, I found this on a website about Masonic History Education... (apparently he was a mason - and this would explain the giant lodge on 12th Ave right across from where the old Burns park is)

Colonel Robert Belcher (1849 - 1919)

In Calgary, on 7 June 1919, the Colonel Belcher Hospital was formally opened, to look after soldiers who had been wounded in the first World War. It has continued to serve Alberta for nearly seventy years. Because our country has enjoyed the blessings of peace for several decades, the Hospital has been able to expand its activities beyond war veterans, and is now available to treat other members of the community. It was named for a notable pioneer of the West, a soldier and Freemason, who died just four months before it was opened.

Colonel Robert Belcher was born in London, England, on 23 April 1849. He came to Canada in 1873, and was a charter member of the Mounties. While serving in their ranks he was posted to many parts of the great North West, eventually reaching the rank of Inspector. In 1875 for example he belonged to the party that selected the site on which Fort Calgary was to be built. On 13 September 1880 he married Margaret McLeod of Edmonton, who had arrived there the previous November; she was one of the first white women to settle in the vicinity. Belcher was in charge of a contingent that was sent to preserve order in the Chilkoot Pass at the time of the Yukon Gold Rush (1897 - 1899). During the Boer War he went to South Africa as second-in-command of Lord Strathcona's Horse (1900 - 1902). When he retired from the Mounted Police in 1908, he took a lively interest in promoting public awareness of the militia. In fact, he was the commanding officer of the first militia unit formed in the region, which took the name of the19th Alberta Dragons. During the First World War, at the age of 66, he recruited the 138th Battalion and took it to England. On his return to Canada he was transferred to the Military Hospitals Commission. He died in Calgary on 10 February 1919.

Robert Belcher was initiated into Ancient Freemasonry in Regina, in Wascana Lodge, at that time No. 23 on the Grand Register of Manitoba, on 6 November 1888. In 1894 he became a charter member of North West Mounted Police Lodge, No.61, G.R.M., in Regina, and was its first Master. When the Grand Lodge of Saskatchewan was formed in 1906, the lodge became No. 11 on the new Register, and W. Bro. Belcher was still a member. In 1910, after his retirement from the Mounties, he transferred his membership to Edmonton Lodge, No. 7 on the Grand Register of Alberta, and remained on its rolls for the last ten years of his life. He is buried in Edmonton Cemetery.

So, there you have it, a bit of history about the Old Colonel Belcher, and Colonel Belcher himself - granted - it's been a copy and paste kind of history, but that's better than what I could have come up with myself. The truth is - there's a lot (well a bit anyway) of great history in this province, and we have no idea how all these things got here, and what they were before, and who was here before. Calgary is FAR too big for it's britches now, and I don't like it anymore. It used to have character, and community spirit. It still does have a little, but you have to look close to find it. I know of a few places where you can still find it. However, one of my favorites is now going to be decommissioned. I'll miss you Colonel, and all your friends at the hospital. You'll have to find new haunting grounds now...

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Sigh...


Do you ever feel like you have waaay too much to think about? I feel that way lately. Too much to think about, and very little of it can I write about. Sigh. I can write, but it's not the kind of thing you broadcast to the world, you know? Anyway, things lately have been - challenging. I shouldn't be surprised really, considering I am on the verge of a major life change. These sorts of things always happen when life gets to one of those. Now you're all curious about my major life change, well I'm not quite ready to tell everybody in the universe yet, but the only people who really keep up on my blog - probably already know everything about it anyway. However, the details will all come out for everybody in the universe - late next week. So, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, hold your horses. You will soon, and then I'll blog away. I had a really great week-end, and visited some loved ones I haven't seen in a long time. Well, seen, just haven't really spent any quality time with them. Also, I went to the Cardston Temple on Saturday, and enjoyed it very much. For those who don't know much about my religion, the temple is a place where some members of our faith go to receive personal direction, and guidance from God. It's kind of a place set apart from the world, and it's like going on a vacation where it's just you and God. I needed that, and there - I found what I was looking for.



Since then, and since emerging into the real world again, my personal life has become complicated, and I think that the adversity I face is definitely due to the life change I am making. There are those in my immediate acquaintance who do not want me to grow, or change, or live my own life. They never have... Well that's tough beans. I'm moving on, I'm growing, I'm changing, and I'm going to live my life. I know you're all thinking I've become a lesbian or something - rest assured, I've not become a Mormon Lesbian. I'm just doing something I've thought about doing for a very very long time, and frankly, I should have done it a long time ago. However, there is a time for everything, and my time is now. I've had a lot of experiences in my life that have led me to this point, this exodus. I've become a different person than I was before - in many respects - physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually (should have mentioned that one first), and perhaps I wasn't ready to move on until now; and that's just what I am doing, regardless of what other people want - so live with it.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

I'm On Vacation.... But Here's Some Restaurant Reviews To Keep You Happy...

I'm pretty sure that Marsha will freak out if I don't write something soon ;-) So, here goes...

I'm on vacation, you'd think I'd find time to write on vacation, but it turns out that I'm quite busy working other jobs. Ah well, such is life. Today I do have a day off entirely, and slept in quite late. It was wonderful. But I do have plans to run (eek - don't freak out Marsha), sew my pants and skirt, work on my big photo scanning project, record old family tapes onto MP3, do my Yoga, do a wee bit of laundrey, and continue transcribing my journals. I know none of that means anything to most of you, but it's a list that has carried over on my "to do" for months. It has to get done, and soon. I think I'll tell you about my recent lovely restaurant experiences...

Early last week I had lunch with a very old and dear friend and we decided to go to this "Mt. Everest's Kitchen" on 17th which was FABULOUS... I've never had Nepalese cuisine, have you? It was wonderful. It was lunch time, so they had a buffet, but it really didn't feel like buffet. The waiters were soooooo polite and helpful, they made us feel like we were in a fancy restaurant. I can't focus on one dish, it was all good. Himalayan cuisine rocks. Actually, no there was one dish I can tell you (because I remember the name - haha) It was called Everest Chicken. It was so good, both my friend and I just loved it, and everything else. So, yes that was my Mt. Everest Kitchen experience.

Then, later in the week, my work-girls and I hit this Bistro 2210 on 4th street. We're moving our clinic on the 3rd, so we've been taking advantage of all our great restaurants more and more before they become scarce. So, this Bistro is again FABULOUS. The food was great, and it was what I would describe as a "real live" restaurant - where they have a menu for each meal of the day, and limited items on the menu - but fabulous items. Everything was fabulous. I took pictures of what we all had...



The soup de jour which was this fabulous butternut squash soup - so creamy and so good and sweet. Mmmm.



Didn't take me long to finish that baby off.



Trish's Cappuccino. Look at how pretty it is... Look at that lovely coarse brown sugar...



This is what I had - it was Spinach and Ricotta in a Crepe. Look at that beautiful presentation... It was sooooooo good too. Very satisfying.



Linda had the chicken - something or other - sorry Bistro people, can't remember the name - it's soooo pretty though, and Linda certainly enjoyed it.



Trish's Pork Schnitzel - Apparently it was the greatest thing ever...



Marsha had the Parm Chicken Burger with - sigh - Sweet Potato Fries - Who doesn't love sweet potato fries? I LOVE sweet potato fries, and actually - may have eaten more of them than Marsha - but who's counting?



Time for Dessert... Yes, I have dessert. I refuse to deprive myself of things if I want them in my diet. If I eat a little dessert, that's better than not having any at all because something happens psychologically when you deprive yourself of such things. Though with this Creme Brulee - I did clean the wee bowl out - because it was so good, then, I had a bite of Trish's lovely moist Rhubarb Cake...



Yes, it was sooo good. I'm not usually a cake person, because so few people can really get cake right, but this one - was right. Mmmm. So right. It had some sort of "fancy-named" fruity drizzle on it, and - it was so worth it.

Yes, so that was Bistro 2210. It's great - and small - and reasonably priced for what you get out of it - which is a really satisfying dining experience - even just for lunch. Also, the service was fabulous, and got us out in reasonable time to get back to the office. Go - they need to stay open - forever.

*UPDATE* - The run went well Marsha - don't worry I paced myself. I feel great - no pain whatsoever...

*2nd UPDATE* - The only things I got done on the list today were the running and the Yoga. Besides that, I ended up - updating the blog (as you can see), msning with my favorite msner, and discovering piratespeak on facebook. Arrrrr, I suppose the other stuff shall have to wait for another day.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Book Review: The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan


Yes, that's right, I've finished "The Omnivore's Dilemma" - the book that is well coveted by other Calgary Public Library users, and am now writing the highly anticipated review. The book is due back on Tuesday, so finished not a minute too soon. As you know (if you've read previous posts), I LOVE Michael Pollan, and what he stands for in the food community. He's the whistle blower. I don't know why, but I love whistle blowers. I love anyone who tells it up straight - like it is, and doesn't sugar coat it. (funny enough, I made a friend just like that today at church)

In this book, Michael followed the food chain for three different meals. One - the typical every day meal that 80% (rough estimate) of the western world eats - The Corn food Chain; the second one is the Pastoral Grass food chain, and the 3rd is the Forest (hunter/gatherer) food chain. My personal favorite is the Pastoral Grass food chain (it seems to be the one I learned the most from, and really is the way of the future).

As far as corn goes, most of the western world is filled with walking, talking, breathing corn. (we're the walking corn) Corn feeds our cows (cows aren't meant to digest corn), and corn is the basis of most processed foods, it is the base for most fried foods, as they are usually fried in corn oil. We ingest an insane of High Fructose Corn Syrup in the Soda we drink. Corn feeds chickens (again, not the best choice for their feed). The entire McDonald's menu should just be replaced and should have corn next to every price. McCorn all the way down the list. The corn we use for these items, isn't the healthy multi-variety grain that was so prized by the Aztec people. It's standard number 2. Genetically modified in most cases, and a simple - high energy, cost efficient way to feed our livestock. You can imagine - that with corn as the basis of an entire food system, there is not a lot of variety of nutrients, or nutrition in this particular kind of diet. This - simplified is why our food today (all of the processed variety of food - corn) lacks the nutrients we need in order to function at our highest level. It's just pure calories with no nutrition. We wonder why we have an obesity epidemic on our hands? It starts - my friends with our agricultural system and works it's way through our food chain all the way to our plates. The other thing about this section of the book that opened my eyes (though I knew about it before) is the way that animals are treated in order to feed our population. CAFO's are evil. (Concentrated Animal Feedlot Operations). There is no reason whatsoever to torture an animal before you eat it, and this - essentially is what is going on in most cases. Animals are seen as dollar signs in the Corn food-chain. Nobody cares in that corporate food world what happens to them, just that they make more of them, and fatter ones, with more meat, and keep them disease free even though we are packing them all inside tiny little areas. In fact, pump them full of anti-biotics just in case they do become susceptible to some disease or other - heck it's bound to happen in that small of an area. This is cruel, AND (sorry to say more important to me) incredibly unhealthy for us!!! These animals are getting little to no variety in their diet, they are pumped full of anti-biotics, and who knows what else. Then, we're all shocked, shocked when there's a Listeria outbreak. Not to mention e-coli, and other deadly diseases that come from having an unvaried diet such as Diabetes, Cancer, etc. This is the source of almost ALL of our health problems in the world today. It starts in the food chain. I've only touched on a couple of issues here, but there are many more in the book. I suggest you read it for the full scope. So, needless to say, the Corn food-chain doesn't impress me as the best way.

The second section on pastoral grass, also opened up my eyes somewhat to the "organic" corporate world. Which - really regulation-wise isn't that much different than the other corporate world, except that their chickens aren't fed anti-biotics (and therefore, could end up with who knows what kinds of diseases), and they do have a slight option of being able to go out into a small yard. (which they never use) This by U.S. organic standards is qualified to be called "organic" and "free-range" Though, this is what is wrong with standardizing organic growing. Organizations want to see what they can get away with in order to cash in on the consumer's obsession with anything organic. I myself am a big organic fan. Though, I'm now slightly more skeptical of what really is worth it. In fact, I was looking at free-range eggs the other day, and the only one I felt really secure was actually free-range was the one that had a stamp on it from the SPCA. Haha. You have to trust the SPCA. These were happy chickens evidently. Anyway, in this world today, you hardly know who to trust. That's why the local food movement has become so popular. When you meet the farmer, and you look them in the eye, and you ask them if this was grown organically, you know whether or not you can trust them. In the book - my favorite thing ever - is when Michael spent a week with a Virginia farmer by the name of Joel Salatin on his "Polyface Inc." farm. Joel is self-proclaimed as beyond organic. Joel practices simple, tried and true farming techniques (with a number of his own state of the art twists - such as the egg-mobile). He practices management intensive grazing - a technique where the farmer lets his herd graze on a plot of land only for a certain amount of time (long enough not to kill the grass, but give it a quick cow-chew mowing) and then moves them onto the next plot of grass. The grasses he grows as well are of many different varieties, and provides the cows with a "salad bar" from which to graze. Cows are ruminants, grass is what they are supposed to eat. They were never meant to eat corn - ever. The only animal that can truly digest corn is the pig. After the cows graze the land, Joel brings in his chickens in their egg-mobile to graze after them, and clean up. It's ingenious really. The result is - healthier, happier animals and tastier, healthier meat. The eggs that come out of that egg-mobile are highly coveted by the chefs in Joel's area. The muscle tone of the egg is the real selling point, if you want to know what the heck that means, you'll have to read the book. So, Joel is pretty much living my dream.

The 3rd section was cool, but as I said - the pastoral life - that's for me. In the Forest, Michael learned how to hunt wild California Pig (which is actually a pest, and really - not native to California) from a lovely gentleman named Angelo. Italians always know where the best food is, after all it is them that started the slow-food movement in protest against a McDonald's restaurant being opened in Rome. So, Angelo taught Michael how to hunt wild California pig, and it's really a great story, totally worth reading. Michael also learned how to gather (and hunt) different varieties of mushroom in his adventures. Chantrelles and Morels to be specific - highly coveted mushrooms (wouldn't know about that - hate mushrooms - but I'm working on not hating them) That was also a highly entertaining read. I liked the part where he learned how to "gather" yeast in order to make his bread. I'll have to remember that technique myself for future use.

As you may know if you've read previous posts, I love the idea of doing things like this myself. When I have had time to do so, I have made cheese, and Yoghurt. I have every intention to one day be able to grow and raise my own food from scratch. There's a kind of satisfaction that comes from knowing exactly where your food comes from, and for me - it's about living healthy more than anything else. There's so many toxins, and endocrine disruptors in our world, and for me (and many others) that's dangerous. My body is highly sensitive to those types of things (who's isn't?) and I just feel a lot better knowing exactly where my food comes from, and how it got to my plate. I'm not saying I don't opt out for convenience like everyone else - anybody who knows me at work knows that I'm a big microwave dinner fan. (not fan so much, as just too busy to really take the time to cook) Ideally though, I want to cook my food from ingredients whose origins I know. The last thing Michael wrote in the book sums it up...

"This is not the way I want to eat every day. I like to be able to open a can of stock and I like to talk about politics, or the movies, at the dinner table sometimes instead of food. But imagine for a moment if we once again knew, strictly as a matter of course, these few unremarkable things: What it is we're eating. Where it came from. How it found its way to our table. And what, in a true accounting, it really cost. We could then talk about some other things at dinner. For we would no longer need any reminding that however we choose to feed ourselves, we eat by the grace of nature, not industry, and what we're eating is never anything more or less than the body of the world."

This book is so worth the read - I think food is a subject everybody should read about - who's life isn't influenced by food?

Thursday, 4 September 2008

Chad makes 96...


Today on my way out for lunch, I noticed the newspaper out of the corner of my eye... the person on the front cover looked very much like someone I knew. On closer inspection, in about a second and a half, the realization came to me that I did know him. The cover was of 3 Canadians - the most recent victims of the WAR against the Taliban in Afghanistan. I say War because that is what it has become. Young Chad was my co-worker at Petland not too many years ago. He was a really nice person, and he was a typical average kid. He had a desire to do good, and to help people. I remember that he seemed like the kind of person who always wanted to make people happy. He went out of his way to do so. Though, being a typical kid, he really got on my nerves - with his loud rap music, and his crazy love life with co-workers at the store. I gave him a really hard time about it. I regret giving him such a hard time now however. :-( Anyway, my prayers go out to his family at this time. I honestly didn't even know that he was in the army. It makes sense to me though, that he would have done so. He always wanted to do something that would make a difference in the world. Though that was his intention, and also is the intention of all Canadian soldiers, I have a feeling, that is not what is being achieved in that country so far away.

There have been threats recently...

The Taliban has threatened Canadians - their threat is that until we pull out of Afghanistan, they will continue to kill our nationals at an increased rate. They did that yesterday with Chad, and his 2 comrades. They intend to kill many more. The Taliban are relentless, and they are a fast-growing, vicious, cruel organization who's intent is to gain control over the Afghan people and ensure their "freedom" from Democracy and Western Oppression. Democracy isn't strictly a Western value. The reality is, Islam was based upon the principles of Democracy. (see book review on "Reconciliation") These Men have twisted what was sacred into another opportunity to exercise power and dominion over innocent people. Because they are a very clever organization, and because parents are very poor in those countries, and the only free schooling available to their children is what has been provided by extremists; it is a very fast growing brain-washing operation which I personally see no end to anytime soon.

I have very mixed feelings on this. I love the Afghan people. I love their history and culture. I appreciate what they have contributed to the world. The problem is, if we pull out of that country, they will again be at the mercy of the Taliban; and their freedom will become a memory. However, the truth is - this is a losing battle. We were sent to that country to keep the peace. It has turned into a war - a losing one.

96 of our soldiers, and one of our diplomats have lost their lives to this conflict. I don't know if their deaths could have been prevented. I believe in protecting these people from extremist threats. However, perhaps it could be approached differently. I don't know what the perfect solution would be, but the source of the problem as Mrs. Bhutto indicated in her last words to the world on the subject - is ignorance. Ignorance on the part of many people. The victims (Afghans), the west (us), and the extremists (the taliban). Education is needed most especially for the poorest people of all Muslim Nations. People need to be aware of the origins of Islam - mainly that the teachings of Muhammad as inspired by God were that a Muslim society (anyone who believes in God) should be based on tolerance, respect, equality and understanding. The fact is that the prophet Muhammad was preaching against the tribalism that was tearing his beloved Mecca apart. He left Mecca for that reason. That tribalism is alive and well today, and they call themselves Muslims when they are not. They turn their backs on the true God of Islam. They call themselves Al Qaeda, and the Taliban, and other extremist groups who's real purpose is to exercise authority and power over those who are peace-loving. The solution really is education. Not just education about Islam, but education about the west. Many of the people sucked into the brain-washing machine of the Taliban have no idea about what our society stands for. Yes, we know that the U.S. is corrupt. Everybody in the whole world knows that, except the Americans. (sorry American friends - it's true) However, there is much good in the West (even among Americans) that these people are not aware of. As I indicated before - many parents in poor Muslim countries can't afford to feed or send their children to school. They send them off to the extremist-run schools. There, they learn how to become the most devout terrorists. They really believe that they are doing the right thing.

So, as I said, I don't know what the answer is, but I do know this - we are losing our young (Chad is merely 21) men and women who are brave to a cause that is and will increasingly become - a losing battle. It is time for the leaders of the world to get together, and come up with a different solution.

Monday, 1 September 2008

This Chocolate Bar......



...is my new best friend. Women - research it - that's all I'm saying. It could save your life and the lives of your loved ones. I'm saying this playfully, but seriously - it saved my bacon this week. Thanks Angelique for suggesting it.

By the way, they make other chocolate bars that look dead useful. I'll keep them in mind for future use - if I ever get to.