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h'ok friends. I am making my platform rounds here.
TL;DR 👉 I am excited to announce that I have launched my own business, amPR inc. to provide public relations and marketing services! 🎉
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@KateBMwriting
They don't. They get left behind in an ever-increasingly digital world. And it's not just older people; it's individuals who can't afford devices, home internet, data, etc.
It sucks. The Digital Divide is no joke and it has enormous repercussions for our society.
An elderly neighbour of ours lost her dog tragically this summer. He was only 3 and apparently had a heart problem that went unnoticed. Since July, every time I see her when I have the dog, she's teared up.
Today, she's outside playing with her new puppy in the rain.
For those who don't understand simple math & probability:
There are more vaccinated people in the hospital than any other group because our province has more fully vaccinated people THAN ANY OTHER FUCKING GROUP.
Your conspiracy theories don't make you cute. Stop trying.
I had a boyfriend a few years ago who dumped me and I was devastated.
Turns out he’s a freedom rally idiot now, is anti-vax, and the whole nine yards.
Sometimes not getting what we want REALLY IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO US.
Today is my birthday but my preferred celebration day is September 29, which is the day my mom and dad adopted me - almost 10 months after I was born - and the day that two really awesome people were made parents. ❤️
Growing up, this jar was always full of molasses biscuits (gigantic, soft molasses cookies) on my nanny’s counter.
She sent it to me for my birthday. She doesn’t bake anymore (she’s 95!!) so my mom baked and filled it with molasses biscuits for me. 🥹
The slight inconvenience of not going camping doesn’t matter. You’ll love without that walk in the woods.
People have lost their fucking homes, their pets, their livelihoods.
Let’s get some perspective, gang.
I was just making up our bed with fresh sheets and became overwhelmed with emotions thinking of the many people who want nothing more than their own beds right now.
Friends of mine have just received word that their house is gone. The boxwood shrubs on their walkway are there, almost unaffected, and everything behind them is ash.
Gutting.
This has been bugging me.
F as "Jason" and wore a hockey jersey for his costume last night. One of the first houses he visited chose to chastise him for "promoting hockey culture" and lectured him on the Hockey Canada news.
A 12 y/o hockey loving kid is not the problem.
Some pretty disgusting and deeply disappointing takes around here this morning.
Individual homeowners are not responsible for the housing crisis in this province and they certainly don’t deserve to lose everything.
I know I say this all the time but I genuinely do not know how families are affording to eat right now.
One PC bin of groceries and 4L of milk was almost $100.
ONE BIN.
No meat. Minimal discretionary spending (as in, not snacks and junk food). Almost $100.
BONKERS.
Want to hear something wild? I have my 6-week postpartum check up today.
Over the phone,
in spite of a history of abnormal paps.
in spite of having a known cervical condition.
even after asking for an in-person check.
This is women's healthcare in Nova Scotia.
It would be really cool if everyone currently up in arms about liquor stores being classified as essential services could check themselves for 1 sec and realize that maybe the fucking medical experts know a little bit more about this than you do.
@MissSassbox
Have you ever been trying to ring out a towel or cloth to get it as dry as possible, to the point your hands start to hurt from how hard your gripping it?
That, but your uterus is the towel.
I thought final hours but it turns out it was the final minutes.
Rest well, my sweet Rod. You were one of a kind and I will always be grateful for the time we had. ❤️
Go catch a mouse, would ya?
I really, really, really understand how and why patients in NS fall through the cracks.
The amount of self-advocacy required to access necessary medical care is mind-boggling. 😪
PSA: people do not need you to tell them about their bodies.
Pregnant people know they’re pregnant.
Tall people know they’re tall.
Big and small people are well aware of their size.
Your unsolicited comments about someone’s outward appearance make you look like an ass.
REMINDER: Not everyone can afford to choose local shops and wares during the holidays (or any other time).
There's enough stress around the holidays without making people feel badly about where they did their shopping. Don't be that person.
I would OBVIOUSLY rather have kids home and safe if it means we can get this wave shut down but that doesn’t mean I’m happy I need to juggle work and home learning.
People can feel both things. This is a lot.
I bought a dress for myself for Christmas/NYE parties that obviously won't be happening so I'm seriously considering putting it on tomorrow morning and wearing it until Jan 1 while I mope around the house eating Turtles.
I am one judgmental comment about medications away from losing my noodle.
Not everyone can live well with exercise, diet, meditation, and smug attitudes. Some people need medication to be well. To function. To stay alive.
Deal with it.
Absurd ways we're spending taxpayer money in Nova Scotia: Requiring unmarried couples to sign additional paperwork and have it witnessed by third parties to allow a father's name to be listed on a birth certificate.
In 2023.
Two weeks ago, we were hanging out with a lovely nurse at the IWK who let us look at my amniotic fluid under a microscope (super cool) and then, when she found out F had a microscope at home, prepped the slide so we could bring it home to him.
Nurses are amazing.
I find it exceptionally disappointing that people are complaining that the storm wasn't worth the hype when entire countries still haven't recovered from Dorian last year.
Perspective is everything.
Be grateful we're not without power or worse.
A woman at my TRX class told me I’m “way bigger than she thought” today. I know she didn’t intend to be mean but the comment ruined my day.
Just don’t comment on people’s bodies. It’s not even hard not to do it.
It’s exhausting. Women are exhausted. I’m exhausted.
This is the exact reason why I take boxing classes. And maybe it won’t do me any good, but dammit I will do what I can to make myself feel a little safer in a world where some men don’t think I deserve to feel safe.
Possible unpopular opinion: It's really fucking weird we don't talk about income and salaries but we expect young people to grow up to be financially literate and we basically make guesses at what we should be paid for jobs.
I tweeted frustration about crosswalks and how drivers just ignore them and have been on the receiving end of a lot of messages suggesting how I need to change which tells me everything I ever needed to know about drivers in this city.
Someone spent upwards of an hour at a get together over the holidays trying to tell me I should have another baby “even if I think I’m done” because they apparently regretted not having more.
Folks, stop projecting your shit on other people wouldy’a? ✌🏼
How normal people pack: put clothes in bags
How I pack: do all of the laundry, clean the house, empty the fridge, change bedsheets, put clothes in bags
Thinking of the countless families displaced and the fire responders working tirelessly and against the wind and flames right now.
This is heartbreaking.
My heart aches for the family of the two brothers involved in the incident at Peggy’s Cove and especially for the search and rescue processionals, volunteers, and community who experienced the trauma of loss of life last night.
Keep them in your thoughts, gang.
I just heard of several daycares that have burnt in the fire yesterday, which adds so much stress to an already stretched system.
My heart aches for the affected families and the staff of those centres.
Hey
@hfxgov
- it is completely unacceptable that the entirety of downtown Dartmouth/Crichton Park is being deafened by the loud speaking and music of a religious group at Sullivan’s Pond.
I’ve been listening to this for over 3 hours 😡 Is there no noise bylaw anymore??
Today is
#InternationalWomensDay
. I'd like to challenge Nova Scotia to drop its absolutely asinine protocol of asking unwed mothers to have the fathers of their children fill out additional paperwork with WITNESSES for the father's name to remain on his child's birth certificate.
I'm making a cake for the first time in ages for a dear friend's daughter, who has her birthday party tomorrow.
I forgot both how much I enjoy ideating and designing a cake and also how much I hate the stress of it all. 😂
My parents decided to stay at the hospital for the extra *4 hours* on the off-chance they could get Mom in for her surgery today. Dad just texted me to let me know she's now in the OR.
I am very sure the folks at the CBRH heard my scream.
SO GRATEFUL RIGHT NOW.
Reminder: people exercise for reasons other than the pursuit of “thinness” and weight loss.
Reasons include it’s actually none of your damn business, so maybe just worry about your own self 😘
Aight. I'm gonna say it.
Two people have invited me to their "quarantine parties". Many people I know are using their WFH order as an excuse to hang out at one another's houses with their computers out.
You are fucking idiots. This negates the whole point of WFH.
I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self about the reality that adulthood is mostly just trying to figure out wtf you're eating for dinner every night, forever.
A week ago right now, I was passed out in bed thanks to a morphine-gravol concoction at the hospital to help me rest in early labour.
Today I’m breastfeeding a baby while I make coffee and breakfast and catch up on emails before my first meetings.
I like today way better.
Just a thought: before you jump on parents who are sharing that they’re feeling overwhelmed or stressed or struggling by telling them how much they’ll miss “these days”, maybe use some empathy and acknowledge that it’s OK if it feels hard sometimes.
I was very unprepared for how devastating it would be to feel my cat breathe his last breath in my arms.
There really is no preparing yourself for this experience. We don’t deserve our pets and we have to outlive their love and goodness. It’s too much of bear right now.
I don't know if it's that I'm older or that I've finally accepted than I have a limited amount of energy, but I feel like I've reached the stage of not wasting an ounce of it on shitty people and it feels really good.
I sent money with F today ($10) to go to Cows with his paddling team and he's melting down that it's not enough money.
Am I out of my mind for believing that an ice cream should not cost more than $10 after tax??
This is the outrageously provocative outfit I wore this morning. Because I’m so slutty and clearly asking for it by dressing this way, they followed me for 7 minutes, loudly describing what they’d like to do to me.
Thanks, dickheads, for making me feel unsafe at 7:12am.
It doesn't matter what your title is, how big your salary, the years of experience, or the responsibility you have...
You're never so important that you can't say "please and thank you". And those four words? They matter. A lot.
More than all of the rest.
Dear designers:
It's bad enough you've been giving women dresses without pockets forever, and I won't get started on the mini pant pockets, but I draw the line at fake pockets on a coat. WE NEED POCKETS.
Sincerely,
Every woman who has ever cursed her pocketless existence
I spent 9 hours in early labour unit with contractions every 3-4 minutes yesterday and made it home for bedtime. I’m exhausted and waiting it out until whenever this baby decides he’s for real about this arrival thing.
But I have a milkshake. So there that.
On June 30, 2013, I bought my first car.
Today, I traded it in when I picked up my second car.
I won't lie: it was a little emotional. When I bought my first new car, it was such an "OK, I did it" moment.
I had been a single mom, no education, no career prospects, no idea
Just watched an embarrassing display by two women who were late for the Woodside ferry, throwing a tantrum as if they’ll never make it across the harbour and that the ferry should have waited for them.
I remember now why I hate going out in public.
My grandma, who is 94 and now has screws in her hip, is on her way HOME today because she's already up and walking with her walker.
Her PT was blown away and the doctor is sending her home to recover with family.
She is heckin' amazing.
To everyone currently slamming
@nspowerinc
, I'm sure they'd appreciate your help joining them out in the wind, rain, and cold as they try to restore power so you can be warm at home with your family while they're away from theirs. Compassion and patience would go a long way.
I find it interesting that, in 2021, I can still fax in my MSI health card renewal form or send it via snail mail but I cannot submit it online through a secure portal.
I made the mat.
I almost collapsed.
I cried.
This was the hardest run I have ever done. I wasn’t as fast as I wanted to be. But I fucking did it. And I’m grateful for these three for being at the finish for me. ❤️