Remember that phrase? I HATED it. Mostly because back in my day, it held true.
Want a few names I was tagged with as a tween/teen?
Four eyes, coke bottom glasses, goggles.
So powerful back then. Very much in the past now.
Or is it?
I had glasses since I was four.
Life would be SO much simpler without glasses but my husband doesn't understand why I refuse laser treatement.
Number 1- I'd rather put the money towards something better; new clothes, books, boots, shoes, more shoes or more books. Get my drift?
Number 2 and more importantly- I wear mine like a security blanket, a naked face leaves me vulnerable,open,unprotected. With them I can see and clearly at that but my glasses will reflect your inquisitive or rude stare right back at you. After all,I can't have you looking in at will and see things I don't want you to. Prescription sunglasses? Well HA! that's my ARMOR. I am invincible with them. Cloaked and capable.
In the past..that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I love today's world, glasses are a fashion statement now and I'm more than happy to spend the 6 or 7 hundred on a new pair every couple of years.
Who am I with this new pair? Sassy? Serious? Sophisticated ?
Who cares? I get a 'new' me and you STILL can't see in, my secrets safe,my privacy intact.
Sep 30, 2009
Sep 28, 2009
Let's talk honey.
Honey,how do you eat yours? Me, with peanut butter and toast. Comfort food, I tell ya.
Where I'm from my favorite as a child was the wax honeycomb on top of that container of honey.
Grown locally thank you very much.
It was our natural chewing gum.
Ok so it didn't last long but the velvety texture, the way it moulded to our teeth when we bit
down , the 'pop' it gave when we pried it loose. Hey, that was entertainment. :-)
My father eats it every day without fail. And GOBS of it on his english muffin, bagel or toast.
Makes me shudder to think of how sweet that bite must be but oh how he loves it with his
cuppa tea. Long after he's gone, I will remember his pure enjoyment of his tea breaks.
My hairdresser, Shauna Anela Salon gave me a jar of honey from Hawai'i I can't begin to describe the flavor, unlike anything we have here in Canada. ( and speaking of..Hawai'i pineapple? Something like Michelle's mango tree in Jamaica. Second to NONE ) It's not as instantly sweet as our honey. It's texture is more cream like, a delicate long finish in it's subtle flavors. I can't wait to get some for my dad only I realize I will become his honey dealer after he's experienced a Hawai'ian honey. :-)
I am going to bed happy in the thought that I will be enjoying some warm golden toast with natural
peanut butter and that ohhh so sweet honey tomorrow morning.
And to honor my dad, I think I'll complete the moment with a hot cuppa tea.
A lovely way to start my day and
enjoy the view outside my kitchen window.
Where I'm from my favorite as a child was the wax honeycomb on top of that container of honey.
Grown locally thank you very much.
It was our natural chewing gum.
Ok so it didn't last long but the velvety texture, the way it moulded to our teeth when we bit
down , the 'pop' it gave when we pried it loose. Hey, that was entertainment. :-)
My father eats it every day without fail. And GOBS of it on his english muffin, bagel or toast.
Makes me shudder to think of how sweet that bite must be but oh how he loves it with his
cuppa tea. Long after he's gone, I will remember his pure enjoyment of his tea breaks.
My hairdresser, Shauna Anela Salon gave me a jar of honey from Hawai'i I can't begin to describe the flavor, unlike anything we have here in Canada. ( and speaking of..Hawai'i pineapple? Something like Michelle's mango tree in Jamaica. Second to NONE ) It's not as instantly sweet as our honey. It's texture is more cream like, a delicate long finish in it's subtle flavors. I can't wait to get some for my dad only I realize I will become his honey dealer after he's experienced a Hawai'ian honey. :-)
I am going to bed happy in the thought that I will be enjoying some warm golden toast with natural
peanut butter and that ohhh so sweet honey tomorrow morning.
And to honor my dad, I think I'll complete the moment with a hot cuppa tea.
A lovely way to start my day and
enjoy the view outside my kitchen window.
Sep 24, 2009
My 'Oh Shit' handle
You know that handle that's in your car or truck?
The one you hang on to when your partner is rounding a corner to fast?
In my family we call it the 'oh shit' handle. ( ok so it's used mostly when I'm driving haha )
Cause you know, what do you say when you think this is it: "we're going to crash",
"we're not going to make it around the corner!", "we're going to race the train?!?"
'Oh SHIT!'
And so we brace ourselves.
I was thinking of that today, that 'oh shit' handle. My hubby's home for the next couple of
days and as always, he unwinds. Well, let's define 'unwind'. In his world, it's taking his wife (me)
and running her ragged. Here, there, every frikken where lol . I sleep well at night.
But there's a trade off to having him home.
He likes to bitch and complain about things.
The neighbourhood
The drivers in our city
Those bloody barking dogs of ours.
To name a few.
It drives me nuts because as much as I can tune out my daughters
( no disrespect intended but hey, I raised TWO teenage daughters, you LEARN to tune out)
I can't tune that man out when I want or need to.
He demands my attention.
So today, as I was listening to him , thinking how good my whiskey and diet coke
was going to be , I looked at his 'oh shit' handle and thought of what was my anchor
in days like this.
Damned if it wasn't HIM.
I laughed out loud and couldn't share with him when he asked.
He's my 'oh shit' handle. He is what I turn to when I need to line up all
my worries and chase them away.
He's what I need when I am at the end of my rope with my daughter's mood.
( God love her, I know I do. )
And he's what I trust when I need straight up answers. When I can't trust the rest of
the world with the weight of it.
Well I'll be damned.
He makes me look for that 'oh shit' handle and darned
if he isn't it. LOL to funny.
Think about it for a moment or a day and tell me: what is YOUR 'oh shit' handle in this world?
The one you hang on to when your partner is rounding a corner to fast?
In my family we call it the 'oh shit' handle. ( ok so it's used mostly when I'm driving haha )
Cause you know, what do you say when you think this is it: "we're going to crash",
"we're not going to make it around the corner!", "we're going to race the train?!?"
'Oh SHIT!'
And so we brace ourselves.
I was thinking of that today, that 'oh shit' handle. My hubby's home for the next couple of
days and as always, he unwinds. Well, let's define 'unwind'. In his world, it's taking his wife (me)
and running her ragged. Here, there, every frikken where lol . I sleep well at night.
But there's a trade off to having him home.
He likes to bitch and complain about things.
The neighbourhood
The drivers in our city
Those bloody barking dogs of ours.
To name a few.
It drives me nuts because as much as I can tune out my daughters
( no disrespect intended but hey, I raised TWO teenage daughters, you LEARN to tune out)
I can't tune that man out when I want or need to.
He demands my attention.
So today, as I was listening to him , thinking how good my whiskey and diet coke
was going to be , I looked at his 'oh shit' handle and thought of what was my anchor
in days like this.
Damned if it wasn't HIM.
I laughed out loud and couldn't share with him when he asked.
He's my 'oh shit' handle. He is what I turn to when I need to line up all
my worries and chase them away.
He's what I need when I am at the end of my rope with my daughter's mood.
( God love her, I know I do. )
And he's what I trust when I need straight up answers. When I can't trust the rest of
the world with the weight of it.
Well I'll be damned.
He makes me look for that 'oh shit' handle and darned
if he isn't it. LOL to funny.
Think about it for a moment or a day and tell me: what is YOUR 'oh shit' handle in this world?
Sep 19, 2009
I'm not a credit to my gender
I hate shopping.
Can you believe that?
I have to be in a very specific mood to shop and I will
give credit to my hubby for trying to help me last night.
And try he did.
Offering me jeans of 129$ without hesitation, without blinking.
But it wasn't working for me. Damn, why can't I be what they claim my gender is?
Those were hot jeans too, sigh.
Why a specific mood? Truth? I shop better alone.
Like reading, I have to be alone.
Waking up in the morning, I love that couple of hours solitude.
And yes, I set my alarm to have it.
Yet I can't stand being alone more than two days running.
Persnickety aren't I.
I'm going to head out tomorrow and scope around for jeans and maybe
a pair of shitkickin' boots, (another name for cowgirl boots)
I've been in the mood for a pair of those lately.
I've had a need to touch back to my roots and like an itch, it won't go away
till I scratch.
I'll bring my husband to those stores and let him spoil me, he'll get a kick out of
'finding' what I am looking for.
And hopefully I'll have a new pair of boots to welcome Autumn.
Not bad, not bad at all. :-)
Can you believe that?
I have to be in a very specific mood to shop and I will
give credit to my hubby for trying to help me last night.
And try he did.
Offering me jeans of 129$ without hesitation, without blinking.
But it wasn't working for me. Damn, why can't I be what they claim my gender is?
Those were hot jeans too, sigh.
Why a specific mood? Truth? I shop better alone.
Like reading, I have to be alone.
Waking up in the morning, I love that couple of hours solitude.
And yes, I set my alarm to have it.
Yet I can't stand being alone more than two days running.
Persnickety aren't I.
I'm going to head out tomorrow and scope around for jeans and maybe
a pair of shitkickin' boots, (another name for cowgirl boots)
I've been in the mood for a pair of those lately.
I've had a need to touch back to my roots and like an itch, it won't go away
till I scratch.
I'll bring my husband to those stores and let him spoil me, he'll get a kick out of
'finding' what I am looking for.
And hopefully I'll have a new pair of boots to welcome Autumn.
Not bad, not bad at all. :-)
Sep 17, 2009
Daily bread
Is there anything more satisfying than the look of yeast when it's proofing?
Yeah, there is. The kneading of the dough.Well, fall TV shows and good whiskey too but I digress.
I"ll never own a bread machine, I won't deny myself the theraputic pleasure
of working the dough into that lovely smooth dome.
The sheer satisfaction of providing the basic needs to your family.
( in our household, bread is a basic NEED , like bathing and our blackberries haha)
I didn't have any epifanies today nor did I solve any problems but I made bread.
In today's busy world that, in itself, is an accomplishment.
Yeah, there is. The kneading of the dough.Well, fall TV shows and good whiskey too but I digress.
I"ll never own a bread machine, I won't deny myself the theraputic pleasure
of working the dough into that lovely smooth dome.
The sheer satisfaction of providing the basic needs to your family.
( in our household, bread is a basic NEED , like bathing and our blackberries haha)
I didn't have any epifanies today nor did I solve any problems but I made bread.
In today's busy world that, in itself, is an accomplishment.
Sep 15, 2009
It's been a while since I've blogged
A look through my kitchen window might find you looking at me looking at you.
I will wonder what makes you tick, what brought you to this point.
I have a need to get to know you, figure out where you fit in my life.
At times you will look in but I won't see you. I'll be lost in thought, trying to figure out my
next move. OrI'll be savoring a hot cuppa coffee, willing time to slow down and let me catch up.
My family, quite simply put, is my world. I'm trusting that this world outside my kitchen window
will treat them with the respect I've shown them they deserve. So I stand at this window and watch. Ready
at a moment's notice to usher them inside if they need it, ready to guide them outside
when the time comes.
If you've stood there long enough looking in my window, you've come to know my kitchen is the pulse of my family life,the heart of my home.
At the same time, as I stand there, I know there's a world of possibility waiting for me and hopefully though this blog,we'll both find out what it is.
I look forward to finding out what's beyond my kitchen window.
I will wonder what makes you tick, what brought you to this point.
I have a need to get to know you, figure out where you fit in my life.
At times you will look in but I won't see you. I'll be lost in thought, trying to figure out my
next move. OrI'll be savoring a hot cuppa coffee, willing time to slow down and let me catch up.
My family, quite simply put, is my world. I'm trusting that this world outside my kitchen window
will treat them with the respect I've shown them they deserve. So I stand at this window and watch. Ready
at a moment's notice to usher them inside if they need it, ready to guide them outside
when the time comes.
If you've stood there long enough looking in my window, you've come to know my kitchen is the pulse of my family life,the heart of my home.
At the same time, as I stand there, I know there's a world of possibility waiting for me and hopefully though this blog,we'll both find out what it is.
I look forward to finding out what's beyond my kitchen window.
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