Wordless Wednesday- Refraction

Spherical perspective
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Macro shots

Cradling water

The edge of the precipice

Because my lil Boo loves pink

Love curves of any kind

Dinosaur foot

The edges of purple

Water refraction

Wordless Wednesday- The Wait

I wonder where her imagination takes her while

she waits  ever so patiently..?

Musings of This, That and Other Things

Lil Boo, almost 4 yrs old: Mommy, I want to marry Poppa, I like him.
(she'd just watched a wedding show on TV with our daughter. Poppa-> Grampa)
Mommy: But Nammie is married to Poppa.
Lil Boo: She can't, I WANT to marry Poppa.
Me: She can marry him if she wants, as long as I have access to his money.

Poppa got her a ring. Her rock's bigger than mine. Pffhhht.

I laugh every time I walk in and out of the two automatic doors at the gym. I feel like Get Smart when he walks through all those doors at full speed. Yeah.. laugh if you will honey but if you're picturing it, we're around the same age.

LOL @ the lady @ the hardware store.
No problem when you walked right by me, straight to my hubby in the next isle and offered your uhhh.. services. I laughed when you made an about face and followed him right to me. Yeah, me. The one that needed help. The dirty look you gave me? Whatever. I've had much prettier and sluttier try to poach. However, you crossed the line when you yarded back the ladder I was leaning against to tie my shoe. You knew it, you smirked.
Suck it up, Buttercup, I can't help if I'm skinner/younger than you and I have the man you are lusting embarrassing yourself over.
You wanna play the game? Bring it, I can deal with a grown women. But I'm not going to play with you today, I left grade school quite some time ago.

Speaking of. I signed up for my my high school reunion. Um do I gotta put the number of years..? I don't wanna. But I guess I'm gonna.
Alumni Class of '80.
Just how the hell am I going to remember these people?!
I'm going to hide behind my high school lifelong bestie is what I'm going to do.

My eldest daughter was born the wrong era. I've always known, she's such an old soul. Her personality, her beliefs.. her thought processes. The concrete proof came when we went shopping a couple of days ago and we happened along a hat store. She walked out with two hats, one I'm very envious of. Well I'm envious of the fact she suits hats. I don't suit them at all.
Anyhow... Proof in the pudding.

'20's styling

Newspaper boy styling

What about you, my bloggy friends, what are your musings of the day?

The White Russian (alcohol free)

When one googles the White Russians, all one gets is the alcohol related pictures. And that's not where I'm going with this.
White Russians are people, seemingly elusive people at that.

Ask me how bad I wanted to photograph this group of people, sadly I never got a chance. All I could manage was an iPhone picture taken without consent, but she acknowledged the action at the same time. )

Fascinating culture these people seem to be. A mixture reminiscent of the Amish and the Hutterites. (yet more I'd give my eye teeth to photograph)
The White Russian womens's headdresses are such vibrant jewel tone colours, as are their long dresses. (While the Hutterites are a modest black or blue.)
 One can not help but admire the overall effect. ( the married ones wear the head wraps, singles don't. Married men sport beards like the Amish, single men are clean shaven. Both wear suspenders, a nod to the Amish again.)
A wee bit of background:
They call themselves White Russians to separate themselves from the Black Russians, to which they want no part of, I'm told. They immigrated from Russia with a choice of two places and two places only; Oregon U.S.A and Plamondon, Alberta Canada. Why those two areas, I've no idea, I would of loved to find out.
They live on farms or in small clusters of houses within the same geographic area of a certain number of kilometers.
I'm also told they are quite friendly and love to talk but I had yet to meet up with a chatty one. Perhaps because I was female. The single ones had no problems communicating with my husband. *wink* The married ladies busy with their young.
Twice I went up to join him while he worked, staying in a wee little cabin on the lake. Twice I wanted to photograph them in their settings, hoping to garner an invite to their homes.But the opportunity didn't present itself. ( If I was in thinking mode, I should of had hubby chat one up and get me an invite. Hey.. whatever works. )

I have a fascination with different cultures, the way they live, interact among themselves/the rest of the world.Their beliefs,customs, their cooking methods.. If time and money would allow, I'd travel to areas to learn and photograph what's considered 'different' than mainstream.
But reality is what it is and I'm not likely to take up the nomad life any time soon. Hopefully in the near future, though, I'll have another crack chance at the White Russians.

This is the iPhone picture and she's not even wearing a vibrant colour. But you'll get an idea of what a White Russian looks like.

Wordless Wednesday- Winter can be pretty

Back country Hoar Frost  

Wordless Wednesday- Lake

The colour of serenity 

Musings of This,That and Other Things

Why can't people on the TV shows shut the doors when they walk in somewhere?? It bugs me to no end and,yes,I get it's quite trivial.
But they never. shut.the.stupid.door. and they get caught or get dead.
Just shut the frikken door already.
Yeah yeah, I hear you...going to get a life now.

So hubby and I went out to a restaurant on the recommendation of his bandaid at work. ( medic on the pipeline) She gushed about this place. 
We didn't finish either of our meals. My salad was limp from too much dressing. (one of my biggest pet peeves) and his steak would of done a shoemaker proud. He commented to her the next day, 'Good thing we're married otherwise she would of left me sitting there.' 
Truth.
And um Bandaid? Raise your bar a tad. 


(Little) Bitch, Please. 
If you are above us in this class, then by all means, there's the door. Don't let it hit you in your oddly shaped ass on the way out, mmkay? Oh, and honey? - those are not legs, those are sticks. 


See me laugh as I drive by you parked on the side of the road, the flashing red blue lights dancing off your tailgate. Pardon me while I gloat a bit.. it feels good after you cut me off, sped through and crossed lanes in the middle of the intersection. Yes, your truck is bigger but your brain isn't. I hope the several tickets he's issuing you hurts. They are well deserved, Asshat.


I was watching rain drops line up and run across the jeep window the other day as we were driving. It reminded me of when I was younger and would imagine those drops to be a symphony being played out. ( Dad listened to classical music ) Or children racing each other across the playground. I'd be rooting for the little raindrop guy, hoping he'd pull ahead and win the race. I'd have entire conversations going too.. 
Yeah, I'm just talented that way. 


Did I ever tell you about the six million dollars I almost won?
Missed it one by. one. facking. number. 
Yup.One little teeny tiny square over.  
My MIL cried, I literally just shrugged my shoulders and hubby took us on a trip with what we did win. ( 3500.00)
It wasn't meant to be.
But ohhh as I sit here in the frozen tundra of Western Northern Canada while the snow and wind play havoc with any that dare to test the day, I think back to that moment. :-/


Me, 4 a.m as my 4 yr old grand baby tries to sneak into my bed:  
Why are you sneaking into Nammie's bed? 
She who is wise beyond her years : Because I love you?  
You play dirty warfare, kiddo. 


What about you, my bloggy friends, what are your musings of the day?

Wordless Wednesday- Ice Ice Baby

For Today

For Today

Outside my window...

I'm looking at the disappointment of our first snow. Old man Winter, you want me to like what you bring? Then you should of made it a big flaky snow. The kind that dresses the drab of autumn done-pre winter grays. I would of been happy to take the camera and record your arrival. 

I am thinking...

or trying to.
Nope. Nada. Ziltch. No thoughts worth mentioning today. 

I am thankful for...
Hubby. For reasons to numerous to list. Well maybe one day soon, I'll try work up a list of sorts. But for now suffice it to say he keeps me sane. He really does.

From the Kitchen...

I will make Double Chocolate Almond cookies. Yeah, the kind that you need to have a moment alone with.  

I am wearing...
old gray sweats, older gray hoodie and huge black and pink slippers with black pom-poms. Yeah,that's right, I'm bringing sexy back, bitches. 

I am creating...

nada, nufins, ziltch. To go along side of what I'm thinking.  

I am going...

to kick my own ass in a four minute metabolic training work-out.  I'm going to lay down for 10 and get up and do it all over again. I'm really hoping this will help combat the Christmas eating I'm planning on doing..? 8 minutes is better than zero, right? ;-)

I am reading...

three books. I always read one before starting another.  Attention span of a gnat lately. Pffhht. 

I am hoping...

for inspiration to come up and smack me upside the head. It's been somewhat blah served up with a side of boring, garnished on top with meh!  

I am hearing...

my stomach growling. Geeze,what's it's frikken problem anyways? I fed you coffee first thing, didn't I? 

Around the house...

I am preparing for my youngest daughter and grand-baby to move back in. Again. Third time. Checking on my wine reserves.. Yup, lookin' goooood. 

One of my favorite things...

Why do I always hear Julie Andrews on this question?

A few plans for the week...
Celebrating my first born's 24th birthday mid week. I have always given them choice of a meal. This year it's looking like home made French Onion soup and Escargots. And yes, the french add white wine to soup. ( well hell, we add it to almost everything if you really wanna/gotta know )  Boo Ya.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

The birthday beauty ♥

Wordless Wednesday- Taking flight

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Open Letters

Dear Stupid
I understand there's no medication to help you with your lack of intelligence, such is your problem. Pardon me if I refuse to engage in a battle of smarts. It's like knocking one's head against a stone pillar. The pillar doesn't understand. And well.. neither do you. 
Signed, 
I think the Pillar's smarter.

Dear Fellow Grocery Shopper, 
It's all good to flirt with me in the fungi section, I suppose it's a better place than the pharmaceutical section...?
Signed,
Colour me Complimented.. I think?


Dear Barometer Headache,
Really? Seven days and counting? You suck.
Signed, 
Go away, go far far away.


Dear Newton, 
I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye. My heart was ripping out of my chest and you were not supposed to see me cry. Much love and big smothering hugs, beautiful dog. 
Signed,
Me


Dear Hubby, 
You low down, two timing, good for nothing piece of useless hope you get an incurable std and your dick rots off taking you to the cleaners for shits and giggles loser.
You're lucky this was just a dream. 
Signed, 
Your loving wife  :-) 


Dear Papau New Guinea Coffee
I love you. You are the reason some people live.
Signed,
Coffee: Never leave home without it.


Dear Kids TV show Characters,
Die already.
Signed,
Not into Creepy little Freaks


Dear Dogs, 
I'm leaving for the weekend and NOT taking you. Pardon my excitement at not having too pick up your poop,listen to your ear splitting barks, watch you eat your regurgitated supper,look at you lick unmentionable parts of yourself or smell your disgusting flatulence issues.
Signed, 
Dog Free Me Yipeee!


Dear Jehovah Witnesses, 
Not about to engage in a discussion about God with you. You have your way and this Catholic has hers. I've been told by enough Christians I'm perpetually wrong, I won't be forgiven, I won't make it through the gates blah blah blah. I don't begrudge them their beliefs nor will I yours. But for pity's sake, don't look at me like I'm the devil's spawn when I refuse your publications or when I shut the door decisively in your face. You people really can be pushy.
Signed, 
Just not that into you.

Wordless Wednesday-This Old Town

And how was the flight home?

taken with iPhone

Save me from corny lines.

On the plane ride home. Dorky dude across the isle to his fellow passenger:
Dork: Wow you have nice teeth.
Her: Oh thank you.
Me: Bubble thought, "He just didn't use that line, did he?!"
Dork: Is it your toothpaste or have you whitened your teeth?
Me: Bubble thought, " Dork, it's like asking if her girls are real. It's NONE of your business"
Her: Oh it's um probably my toothpaste.

An hour later into the flight as I was editing photos on my laptop:
Dork to me: Excuse me
Me: Um yes?
Dork: Did you take those pictures yourself? Or you download them?
Me: I took them.
Dork, quite loudly: Are you sure you didn't download them?
Me: Bubble thought, "Seriously..are you hard of hearing or slow to comprehend?"
Me: Yes, I'm quite sure.
Dork two minutes later: Excuse me!
Me: Sigh.
Me: Yes?
Dork: Have you taken classes to be able to do this?
Me: No, self taught.
Dork: You MUST of taken classes.
Me: Bubble thought, "And here sits the village idiot. "
Me: No. I. Didn't. Take. Classes.
I closed down my editing software and slapped a movie on the desktop, shoving ear buds in my ears.
10 minutes later I shut the movie down, the audio out of sync with the actors's mouths. ( yeah, I downloaded it for free )
I took out my e-reader.
Dork: Excuse me!!
Me: Bubble thought, " Okay, just SHOOT me now"
Me: Yeah..?
Dork: What' the name of that actor in the movie?
Me: Daniel Craig.
Dork: Yeah.. that's it. HA HA HA . What's the name of that movie?
Me: Cowboys and Aliens.
Dork: Is it a good movie?
Me: I don't KNOW, I only watched it for 10 minutes.
Dork: What's the title again? Cowboys and Indians??
Me: Yeah.. yeah,that's it. Cowboys and Indians.
Dork: THANK YOU. ( Am I deaf, why the hell is he talking so loud???) Are you going
to work on  your pictures again?? Wow you must of taken classes for it.
Me: Bubble Thought, "You truly are a fuckwit, aren't you. "
Me: Not any time during the rest of this flight, no.
Dork: How do you get the background so fuzzy?
Me: I have a special button on my camera.  :-/  Excuse me, I am going to read now.

For Today

For Today

Outside my window...

I see darkness. The sun is rising after me these days, lazy thing. 

I am thinking...

of this blog. How uninspired I have been with it lately. How I have to remember why I started it in the first place. For me.

I am thankful for...
waking up and realizing it was just a dream. Sometimes. Sometimes, I'd like to stay on that tropical island I own or keep my superpowers or keep talking to the wolves. ( Hey, it's my dream world, I'll do what I wanna. )

From the Kitchen...

I've been chained to the stove cooking up a storm. Apparently when one leaves for a week the masses suffer home cooking withdrawals. ( <--- I have NO idea how long I've been misspelling that word. ) 

I am wearing...
clothes. Seriously, this question gets long in the tooth sometimes. Many I should write what I'd like to be wearing..? Like clothes two sizes smaller. Yeah, there ya go.  

I am creating...

I am not creating. I HAVE created. A 2012 calendar with my photographs of 2011. My family will bloody well hang up their calendars  up wether they want to or not. Pffhhtt ;-) 

I am going...

out for supper tonight. Out for coffee Friday AM. And out for breakfast Saturday AM. Then I'm holing back up, that's a boatload of socializing.. for me. 

I am reading...

the start of the end. It's a story line I've been following for 10 years now. Like a series finale, this story will come to a close after this 3rd installment. It has been an emotional run for these three characters but exciting to be getting the answers after all this time. 

I am hoping...

to get out and find that elusive curling iron I've been searching for. My hair makes more sense with a little bit of effort. That'll be a first on my end. What's next? Flippin make up? 

I am hearing...

the furnace going. I'm going to have to remember to buy tub fulls of moisturizer. The heating dries me out like a pond in the Sahara Desert. Poo.

Around the house...

I hear nothing. I see nothing. I speak the truth when I say ' Peace and quiet, baby!'  

One of my favorite things...

is going back 'home' to be someone's daughter and sister again. To have zero responsibility for a bloody short week if only for a little while. Coming back home, trying to jump back to everything..not so much. Takes me a week of chasing my own tail  to get into the flow again. 

A few plans for the week...

meeting awesome friends, catching up with their lives. Waiting for Halloween to be flippin' done and over with. Yup, you caught on.. I don't like it. 

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

(pardon the fuzziness) 

OCD much? My sister's can labels must all face forward. I messed with her after this picture.  

Wordless Wednesday- BOO!

Vincent Price meets..

The Simpsons

Nature's strutting her stuff

Mother Nature's pimpin' the colour wheel.

Wordless Wednesday-The Mighty Maple Leaf

Strong to the end