Musings of This, That and Other Things

Musings of This, That and Other Things, 

Wow I've never been at such a loss for musings. It's like my brain has stopped and is refusing to start again. I haven't been out in public lately, no little quips or funny happenings in my world. My four walls are swallowing me wholeeeee.. save meeeeeeeee.......

( I have been out since I wrote this and true to form, it's never boring venturing into the masses)

A great place all around.
The manager at Olive Garden is awesome. Ever taste their coffee? It is soooo good. But they don't sell it to the general public anymore. One has to charm staff into some free stuff... And charm I did. Hello yummy coffee tomorrow morning. Thank you, Mr. Manager. :-)  ( FYI, I scored some last time from Chef, he made a big production coming out and gifting me with a whole bunch. He was very charming )

Parking Wars.
It's called Parking 101. Today we are focusing on handicapped drivers. I do not begrudge you your right to zoned parking spots. You should have them BUT let's review shall we? Let's discuss the reason for those little yellow lines that square off each parking space. You are lucky, yours is double wide. Lots of space to make it easy. BUT what's not okay is when you park to the far right of your space with your wheels over those pretty little yellow lines. The one parking space left for little ol' non handicapped me, and your van is hogging part of my space, on an angle no less.
I don't care what your handicap is, that's just greedy honey.

Handicapped.. sort of.
Speaking of. Have you ever seen this? Someone drive into to a handicap parking spot,alone, you see them reach for the handicapped sign and hook it on the rear view mirror? As you watch them exit their vehicle you know full well they are not the ones handicapped.  That's just not right and that's just greedier.

Momma would be so proud. Not.
One of my all time pet peeves is having someone ( read male ) hawk up a spit bomb in the back of their throat and launch serious air into the spit. In front of me. I find it to be a low class insulting thing to do in front of somebody. ( read female ) It takes a concentrated effort for me to shut my mouth and carry on, it takes longer for my stomach to stop roiling over the sound/sight of it. It disgusts me. Youngsters ( read 15 to 25 yrs old )  have no problem doing it but I have to think if I was a hot 20 yr old, that wouldn't happen. My hand twitches and I want to reach out and smack the back of his head.

Becoming Chaz Bono. 

I watched the two hour special on him. What a fascinating heart wrenching story. It was hard to feel his pain at times but I believe it's made him who he is today. I'm sure whatever he's lost along the way, he's gained more in the long run. I hope his momma comes to full acceptance soon, he needs that.. What an incredible story and human being.

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

Wordless Wednesday- The Man

The man, the elements.. his world

For Today

For Today

Outside my window...

I see clouds heavy with moisture. Gee, it's not going to rain again is it? I need my rubber boots to walk in the back yard. Enough already,we're good to go!

I am thinking...

how quickly summer will pass. And once again, Autumn. My favorite time of the year, we won't talk about the ugly that comes after. 

I am thankful for...

my physiotherapist. But I won't tell her. She's mean. 'Tough love' she calls it. Pffhht.

From the Kitchen...

I  am in a cooking funk. Weird. Where did that come from? 

I am wearing...

yesterday's t-shirt with a pair of lululemon shorts. Got lazy last night. 

I am creating...

a plan to keep me busy this summer. Might or might not involve extended family, pottery, classes.

I am going...

to buy a lottery ticket and convince myself it's a winner. Hubby, quit your job, girls.. your heart's content. Extended family, let's talk. Besties, let's meet somewhere tropical. Certain charities, you're welcome. Everyone else... you are S.O.L. ( shit outta luck) 

I am reading...

status updates, blogs,news stories... you know, juicy informative stuff.  ;-)

I am hoping...

one of my kids will show up at my door with supper. Lol.. I know. But I can hope, can't I?

I am hearing...

squawking. Why can a magpie be so pretty yet have such an intrusive sound?

Around the house...

I see signs of my lil spitfire's imagination. A nest of dried grass with bird 'eggs' .(those pebbles will take a while to hatch) From  between the couch cushions, I see one of her socks filled with 'stuff'. I think she was shopping?  In the corner I see signs of her ,cooking, pancakes.

Ain't imagination grand. :-) 

One of my favorite things...

is eating hotdogs with a mound of hot french fries, hot wings, greasy pizza if the notion hits. Snacking on white bread toast dripping with butter and slathered with creamy peanut butter or melted old cheddar cheese. Maybe sneaking in a couple of double chocolate cookies..
Not that I can do that anymore, but it IS one of my favorite things. sigh.

A few plans for the week...

going to put my face to the sun, figure out my next 30 years...

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

I've had a few moments lately

This is why I miss country living

Hubby and I happened upon this beautiful little guy on one of our backwoods walks. Momma did her best to draw the 'danger' away from her wee baby. ( it's a boy, you can tell by the horns yet to grow above his beautiful eyes ). We didn't stay long and I didn't take the time to set up the shots, I just wanted him reunited with his mother. He was doing his very best to hide, Momma would be proud.

Eyelashes to die for. (click to enlarge to see them) 

I hiding. You can't see me. 

I'm leaving now, sweetie, Momma will be right back mmkay? 

Wordless Wednesday- Drinking it in

Sunday's stroll

                                                         Sunday morning's little pretties
                                                                       (click to enlarge)

Caterpillar or centipede..Nature mimics.

The pond's decor

Mini explosion

It's a bug's life

After the early morning rain

Dandy's plumage

Stand tall

Or just hang around.. it is Sunday after all

Mirror Mirror on the wall...

Googled Image

Perhaps I can impose on you to help me out, I'm looking for someone, you see. She looks a lot like me in some ways, only she's younger. In my mind's eye, I see her all the time. She's got wide clear eyes, her hair is a richer shade of brown, her face.. smoother. 

We could be twins save for the fact I grew older, she never did. We're still very much alike in some ways. I keep expecting to see her when I pass a mirror. But the image staring back at me stops me in my tracks. What happened to her? She was here a short few years ago, have I been asleep? Did I miss a decade or two? Who is this person looking back at me? Why does this stupid image look so tired sometimes? What's with these ugly hands? Why does this image hurt me so?

The image I see haunts me, there is something in the eyes staring back that casts unwelcome shadows like darts to a target, hitting me dead center. 
Breath, Jamie, breath... 

What do I see in that face in the mirror? It's not all sadness or tiredness, it's not anger, I can tell. 

I am struggling to figure it out. Something wants to break free, I see a flicker of it, I'm trying hard to hold on. But why am I stopping it? Since when am I afraid? Why am I struggling to accept what I can't stop? 

I hate this mirror, it doesn't lie. I so wish it did, if only for a little while, long enough to let my guard down and allow my 'self' to settle inside, filling the shadows that are settled on my face. I desperately need to see those clear eyes again. 

Where is she? That young woman I'm looking for? I want to damn well take back what she carelessly flaunted without care. 

Can I impose on you to help me out? Have you found her for yourself?  

Can I ask you how you did it?  

I can't break every mirror in the world, but I would like to able to co-exist. I want to chase that stranger away, to see a someone who's deserving of what's changed. I want to tell that younger woman she is well where she is, but I want her to like who stands there now.


I very much want to be friends with that woman in the mirror.

Wordless Wednesday- Hmmm..

And just what are we, hookers?? Cows? Overweight?

A matter of Pride

     I recently attended 'Pride' with my daughter. I love all the colour and it's people watching at it's best.
                                                   (all pictures taken w/iPhone. Click to enlarge)

Damn.. those cuties swing their hips better than me. No fair.

It's all Drag, baby

Down from Brokeback Mountain ( check out the horses's flank)

Happy Pride, Eh.

Posing pretty

Click to enlarge, check out his thigh. 

with my daughter & friends

My feet would simply melt off

well...it was a warm day

Rainbows everywhere

My beautiful daughter. I call her 'Mi Bella'

The Butchart Gardens

The Famous Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island. I want to live in that magical garden.

June's 'Open Letters'

Dear Neighbour,

Let's Google 'neighbourhood parking etiquette' shall we? And while you're at it Google 'good neighbour etiquette'. Please. No really.. you might learn something. Like what a complete asshole you truly are.

Signed, 

Advocate for country living or 8 foot fences, whichever comes first.

Dear Vet,

Make me an appointment for my dog. I would like his vocal cords removed. Immediately. 

Signed,

Fed up & deaf. 

Dear Horoscope, 

I get I have to be more social and not close myself off but it's a tad bit of a challenge when one is constantly put face to face with self serving peoples. Where have all the good ones gone? Can someone find me somebody who can play nice... anyone? Hello?? 

Hmm it's echoing in here. Weird.

Signed, 

I'm ready to play nice

Dear Cigarette, 

I miss you. Terribly. I wish you were not a bad influence on me. I left you close to 20 years ago but I've missed you.. always. Today I could of really used that calming ability you have about you. But I know if I let you back in I will be stuck like glue to you, my lungs will revolt and you'll be the death of me. 

But today, today Dear Cigarette, I so miss you. 

Signed, 

Your ex BFF

Dear Cheese Pleasers, 

You are banned from my house from this day forward. 

Signed,

Taking a stand 

(Chocolate, you stay. Non debatable issue.)

Dear Person in the Political Pubic eye, 

Excuse me for a moment but Laugh Out Loud , you posted a picture of your mostly naked dumb ass self to twitter. By mistake? That stuff only works in Hollywood. Word of advice, stay away from social media sights. Not your thing, moron. But I hear Joe Boxer is looking for underwear models.

Signed, 

Another one bites the dust. 

Dear Big Brother 13

Hurry up and get here already. You've been gone a whole year and I need some of the entertainment only you can provide. I hope this year's a gooder. ( yup, I just said 'gooder'. Deal. ) Here's to July 7th!

Signed,

BB Groupie

Wordless Wednesday- Sand Art

Sand Art

Yeah we all hate them, but...

We all love to hate them, but they are quite vibrant in colour, and the world can always use more colour.

Sun Groupies

Where's the spider, here's the fly..

Who can turn down the most beautiful Mother's Day flower ever? Not I. 

Makes great wine I"m told.