Open Letters

Dear Brain,
You surprised me, you really did. I thought you and I were going to be at loggerheads with some stuffs I've been plying you with. Look who stepped up to the plate and held true. Kudos Brain, work hard for me, I'll return in kind.
Signed
Your Happy Host Body



Dear Progressives
What, may I ask you, was the big fuss all about?? The horror stories I heard. You were not as difficult as I thought you were reputed to be. Sheesh! And I thank you for allowing me to see the world in new once again. I owe you. :-)
Signed
A Grateful Pair of Eyes



Dear Lululemon
How many ways can I say I HEART you? You make me feel happy in the dead of winter. No small feat, my lovely store. Tomorrow I will peruse you with great care. You'll have to thank my parents for this visit, they made it possible.
Signed
Your Loyal Shopper



Dear Interior Design
You snuck in with your classes and taught me things I've never forgotten. To this very day I use your lessons and apply it in many ways. I have favorite parts of your multi layered world and I take joy in seeing your results. Thank you.
Signed
Your Faithful Student



Dear ColdFX
Thank you for working very hard with me to make sure I am not sick. You and I fought FLU with all we had and I will not be sick on my trip to the coast this weekend. Kudos for your secret blend of magical 'get better' ingredients.
Signed
She Who Would Of Been Sick Otherwise



Dear Haiti
I suffer for you and I hurt for your people. I hope you get better and stronger in less time than what they are saying. You kept someone from my hometown but I know you were powerless to stop it. I pray for your children, I especially hurt for them the most.
Signed
Someone Who Deeply Cares



Dear Bear
You are luckier than you realize. I have found a good home for you, I know you would be happy there but your Master wants to keep you. So let's reach an agreement shall we? Stop driving me around the bend and I won't look for a suitable place to send you to.
Signed
Your Human Caretaker


Dear Weather
*&%# PISS OFF!
Signed
So Sick Of You

Hangover? nope. Sugar sick? damn straight

I went out last night to celebrate my birthday

I'm trying to explain to all that asked that I am not hungover. I'll save my breath. No one believes me.
I am, in super fancy medical terms, sugar sick.
Huh??
Sugar sick. That's what I call what happens to me when I have sugar. I'm hypoglycemic. I have a cousin with the same condition. The only known two in our recent family tree. Lucky me. ( no I'm not kidding, lucky me I maintain. It's a great form of weight loss control . :-)  )
BUT... I can't drink a whole hellova lotta alcohol. A) because of the sugar and B) because I'm a lightweight.
I did last night.( waiting for the pictures to pop up on facebook, both daughters went nuts with the cameras uhohhh )
BUT... hang on. Define lots of alcohol in your world. In mine? 4 drinks, yes count them, 4. ( with a running start on the 5th )
Does ONE shot of robin egg blue alcohol and half a wee glass of wine just before I left the house count?In the space of 5 hours. With dancing in between and food after.
But we all know alcohol is sugar and I overdosed on the shit last night.
Sick? Me? Dog sick, dog sugar sick ALL day. With tender glands on the sides of my neck. Uhoh, not good.

BUT.... had SO much fun. I would like to mention it's been 23 years'ish since I've been out to celebrate my birthday. I would also like to mention it'll be a cold day in hell before I go out to a bar to celebrate it again.
BUT....surrounding me were a group of people that enrich my life in one way or another, those that matter most to me. Two of those being my beauties. Both my daughters in a honky tonk bar??
Well will you look at that? Miracles DO happen!
Yes I had fun because of the company. In spite of the venue.
Call me old, out of the loop, out of touch with the millennium but I hate hate hate what passes off as the bar scene. Please... call it the meat market.
BUT.... for the most part I was able to ignore it. Loved watching talented people dance, laughed at
the little cowboy wannabes, jumped in a couple of line dances, two stepped and laughed a whole lot.
And by the way to the twenty something year olds dancing on the bar?
Coyote Ugly you are so not. Watch the movie again, they don't act like pole dancers k?

To my daughters I love you both from the bottom of my heart for going out of your comfort zone. Yeah, you both were brought up with country music but I know it's not your thing. It meant the world to me. xoxo  much love my beauties.

To the rest of my motley crew ( yeah, I throw myself in there too! ) it sure as shit wouldn't of been the same without each and every one of you. And yeah, hold your collective breaths, my daughters will be posting pictures real soon I think .      ohhh groan
xo

To Mary, ARGHHH shitpissfrig @ our geographical divide. Damn it.
To Donna G, you and I are going to talk about our 50th year and just where that will find us my friend.

By the way, I've decided I'm stopping at this age now when asked.  ;-)

Only me can say that.

Only me as my hubby would say.He would of rolled his eyes at me today if he had been there.

I was heading towards the checkout line @ the big box store. Had a looky see and it time to leave.( Get me OUT of here, the masses were awakening and flocking in droves. )

Me and Wheelchair Man met going down the shoe isle. ( didn't hurt to have one last glance at shoes. )

"Race ya," I looked at him with a grin.

OMG, lol I can only imagine hubby's look on his face but then again, he was very much accustomed to what came out of my mouth after 29 years. Accustomed I said, not exactly liking or laughing at it all the time but hey he had married me for better or worse.  Muahahaha

But I digress.

Wheelchair Man laughed and continued rolling along side of me. Apparently we were heading the same direction and he had a story to tell. I wanted to hear it so I slowed down my gait, not that I had to as he was keeping up just fine. ( Hey remember I was hell bent for election for the checkout line, I wanted O U T . He worked there and wasn't in a particular rush.)

" I used to race for sport" he shared conversationally with me, " I took a fit the other day and sprinted for the heck of it."

"Arms must of felt that one" I replied with understanding. I'd just gone a round with weight loss yoga the day before, I was hurting in strange places.

Turned out Wheelchair Man competed in the Paralympic games some twenty years ago. Not only that but had come home with a silver AND bronze medal.

How FRIGGEN cool was that ?!

I asked him if he had his medals professionally mounted in a frame. Turns out he didn't but it had been suggested to him several times. Wasn't really sure why he had never had it done. Time got away on him he said.

I was known to be quite persuasive when I wanted to be, it would appear I had convinced him to get it done this time.

We talked about his love of the sport and when I asked him if he would coach he replied that he had thought about it but was too busy working at the big box store.

" We both know that's just a rickety excuse now don't we" I teased him.

His head snapped up and he looked at me, hesitated for a split second, and laughed, " Yeah, we both do."

He wheeled right and I turned left into the 12 items or less line up. ( that damn number is just a suggestion, folks. )

"Hey?" Wheelchair Man hollered at me.

I stopped and turned around, two people with the devil after their tails nearly plowing into me. Sheesh!

"Thanks" he nodded his head several times.

" Right back at ya" I shot back.
In that short walk we quietly understood we had both gained something to use be it that day, the following or later down the road.


I LOVE random ( yet nothing in life is ) events like this that race up to grab and include me.

Thanks Wheelchair Man. :-)

A heartbreaker in the making.

These impossibly long eyelashes belong to















these beautiful peepers that belong to

this gorgeous face that belongs to

Canada's next Top Model.









I talk about her enough, I decided to showcase my beautiful lil spitfire in friday's blog.
This is my two year old grandbaby. I HEART her with all I am and love her infinitely.


The first and last picture,she posed for. I kid you not. The camera adores this child.

Mid week ramblings

Ok so a table for one ain't all that bad ya know..
I can s p r e a d my stuff all over the place without fear of it getting knocked off, thrown away or
pushed into a pile of well.. crap.

Crap. As in canine poo piles. And how much of the stuff can accumulate in my back yard inside of two weeks anyways? YUCK. Not my favorite past time or thing to do on a nice warm day but it's done now. And with a layer of pristine snow I used to cover the yellow, it looks fresh and new.

New. As in what I'm learning. And I'm getting such a kick out of it. It's technical, at times downright confusing but I'm not afraid to go where I've never gone before.And the outcome really is self satisfying. I'm not sure where I'm heading with it but it's been on my agenda for a long time now.

Agenda. As in tomorrow's. Nothing concrete but I'm sure I'll find something to keep me in out of trouble. Went to check on the house, GEEZUS it's just not going up fast enough already. Yeah, I'm impatient to get out of here. You would be too if you were in my shoes.

Hmmm shoes.. as in shopping.. Well , that's an idea now isn't it. :-) So is lululemon and me thinks that's even better. Gosh, I've brilliant ideas don't I?! 

Ideas. As in thoughts that sometimes blossom into an actuality. I stuck one in my daughter's head. As a result she's decided to go back to school with me. I can't tell you how excited I am about that. :-)  But we have to wait a few months till she pays off the holiday season. She's learned well from her parents lol. So we'll wait out winter and venture into the world of education come spring. 

Spring. Warm weather, birds, buds and coming out of hibernation. I'm starting to climb walls. Cabin fever in January just doesn't look good on me. I should be certifiable come March. If the men in white coats can find me by then ;-) Muahahaha

Happy mid week folks.







Nan? I miss you.

Bitchy and Blind

Well DAMN, NO wonder I can't see diddly shit.
No wonder I put it off..for four years.
No wonder no more and I'm damn cranky for the knowledge of it.

Stupid eye appointment. 
I didn't want to go, didn't want to hear what I knew I was going to.ARGH
A) I'm now 'legally blind' in both peepers.
B) I need progressives.

I'm told I can't have laser surgery of any kind, due to differences with farsightedness and nearsightedness. Due to blah blah blah other unpronounceable medical terms blah blah . Well lol as it stands , everything far is fuzzy and everything near has to be brought up thisclose for me to see/read without glasses.
Screwed coming and going.

Ah but hope springs eternal doesn't it. And it would appear that I have tapped into a source. :-)
Let me explain.

First off, I got me a hawtttt new pair of glasses. I love going to see Christine, she always nails it within
three pair. After 17 years, I think she has a fair idea of facial structure/frame shape I need/like/want.
This time, I wanted a real punch in colour. And hot diggity damn I got it! :-) So screw the progressives, I'll take it on the chin and forget about it. ( but I'm still growling over the fact at this point. ) I'm also in denial about the astronomical cost of them, a hit to the solar plexus is what it is. ouchie gulp! But baby they are smokin' ha ha.

Secondly, and this is a major biggie, I have just bought my last pair of glasses..sort of. I'll still need reading glasses as the end of it all but probably the kind I can buy in Costco or something. ( in a way it's a sad moment for me, I LOVE new glasses ..  But pppffhhtt I'll get over it right quick )
In two or three years from now, I'm going to get my eyes sliced open.
Yeah, you read that right. Sliced.
Ugh queasy moment here.
I'm going under a surgeon's very sharp knife. And I'm pumped! ( I can be excited now, I'm no where near my surgery. )

Lately there has been so much progress with technology in as far as eye surgery goes. I will get my own lens taken out and replaced with new man made tailored to my eyesight ones.

Presto! Purrfect eyesight. ( providing I'm a suitable candidate of course. Pray for me , people, PRAY lol) I'll be able to rub my eyes to my heart's content, ( ahh nothing like a good eye rub when you are tired eh? ) and I won't ever have to fear I'll go completely blind if I get jarred hard enough. I won't have a laser to burn into my corneas, or get them shaved down. I'll simply remove my defective optical lens and get new ones.
Yeah, I'm SO in.

But for now, I'll be able to go out and celebrate my birthday with a brand new pair of HOT RED glasses. :-) 
Oh SNAP!

Empty Nest

For over two decades my #1 pursuit was raising my children well, and now the job is over. Here I stand like a high level, high stress but low paid CEO who's company just got bought out.

What is it with white space that makes you zone out at times. Been sitting here for five minutes staring at this only to realize I've just taken a mini mind vacation.
hmm not bad, not bad at all.
I just managed to chase away reality for a bit. Not that it sucks, I just ...zoned out.
Part and parcel, me thinks, to the sheer amount of thinking I've been doing today.

You see, for the first time in twenty some years, I will find myself alone for weeks on end. Hubby went back to the pipeline today, always a drag but not at the same time. We weren't meant to be together 24/7, both of us can agree upon that. If you are a pipeliner's wife or married to someone in the forces or heck maybe even a doctor's wife, you know what I mean.

Christmas time is a special time though. He comes home, festivities everywhere and he showers me with gifts. Hell,what's NOT to like about that?! But after a couple of weeks, he starts getting the itch to go nomad again and I start looking for my space. Yet I instantly feel his absence the minute he goes.
Can't win for losing can I?

This year ,however, finds me in a different situation. There has always been someone here with me.One of my daughters and/or for the last two years, my youngest with her baby girl. Between work and caring for the two of them, I haven't had much time for me.
I'm not complaining,mind you. If you know who I am, you know I am Momma Bear and will set aside anything for my family, including the Queen herself if she was on her way.
My daughter and grandbaby are more or less gone now, on one hand I'm elated to have 'me' time. On the other, I feel as though I've lost yet another baby. ( I've been gammie/mother/father to that lil beaut ) I know it's not stupid what I'm feeling and I have to go through it but the 'nothing' in my arms hurts.
Shitpissfrig.
I'll work through it, it's MUCH better for my daughter to be on her own with her baby. Both of them will get to know each other in the way it should be.The way it has to be. It's time.
But today when I stopped in briefly and that baby cried when I left without her, it near broke me.
Stupid sap that I am, I cried all the way home. Heart in fragments, arms very much empty. (Sheesh, a tad melodramatic there Jamie, put on your big girl panties already.)
Sighhhh I'll be ok, my daughter will be fantastic and my lil spitfire will run the roost. Ha Ha

Which leaves me ample time. And I'm NOT good with ample time. I've no blasted idea what
to do with it. It bores me. I've long figured out I'm not the stay at home type. I've always worked,I always had places to go, people to get to know and things to discover. At the same time, though, if I don't get to putter around that kitchen of mine, I start getting cranky. I'm not ready to go back to work yet, the last year burned me out pretty well. I'm in a very fortunate position where I don't gotta if I don't wanna.

But true to who I am, I'll work it all through. I've been toying with an idea for a while now and I do believe I made a decision.
I'm going back to school. Hubby's encouraging me to.
I'm sorta back to school already, self teaching myself something I've been wanting to learn. But I want more.
A new language?
Trade?
Dunno but as the saying goes,
The world is my oyster. And I'm going out to play.

Ohhh how I miss my lil spitefire right now though.

Gonna go turn on the tv, put on some music or turn on the damn water tap. Any friggen thing that creates noise. Damn silence is flat out deafening.

Have a great week all.

I interrupt your regular scheduled program...with a picture blog.

Trudging through one of the longest months of the year. UGH But just maybe, if truth be told, March beats January. February almost always goes by fast.
Can you tell how desperate I am for Spring to come?
I decided to add LOTS of colour to my blog today via pictures.

Want to see a Superstar in the making ? :-)

Little known fact, (I'm about to let
the cat outta the bag) her Papa (hubby) used to jam with
these people on the drums. Looks like she's following
in her grandfather's footsteps.



A cold walk at the dog park yielded some pretty winter colour, nothing like reds to lift the spirits :-)

This is a picture of a brick wall, (well no shit Jamie ) Yeah I've run into a few in my time, some of them the same damn wall twice lol
I took this in Massachuscettes last year. ( Geezus that sounds weird to refer 2009 as last year ;-) )
Of any wall to run into , I'm glad I ran into this one.

I. miss. the. heat. sigh

Pretty sun catcher doncha think? It resides at my Mom's.

I miss my parents, I miss my sister. sigh

But again, pretty colour. :-)

Do you know what this is? Isn't man ingenious :-)

It's a fishing hook. Cool eh?

I mostly just find it aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

Don't you think this Bird Of Paradise flower seems to be telling me
to back off? 'Arms' up in the air, sitting there royally. She has full
rights to tell me to piss off, I was a lowly Canuk in Hawaii after all.
And I had the audacity to take her picture.
Pretty pretty colours all combined, yes? :-)

You call it pink, I call it purple. And if I had to take care of this orchid, I'd

be doomed. My mother, I see, has a knack for it.
So be it pink or purple, it's one pretty colour to help chase away
the nasty winter hue.

So there you have it, folks. I hope you enjoyed all the colours of the rainbow. :-)
I now return  you to your regular scheduled program and I'm jumping in a tub full
of hot water.
Stay warm.