Goodbye, Sweet friend.

R.I.P Newton

He was her confidant through the years, her running partner, her warm blanket through the frozen winter months. He was her cry pillow when she shed her tears, always by her side. He was her everything.

She said good-bye to her best friend today.
Not by choice but of necessity, loving him enough to let him go.

The sadness will ease and comfort will come with the memories. Sloppy kisses he doled out free of charge, ready for his oh so favourite car rides, no matter where, no matter when. All those happy hours he spent walking with 'Papou', the fierce loving protection he had for his 'sister'.

He is in another happy place now, this beautiful creature she called 'Newton'. Chasing butterflies and running those endless fields. His tomorrows are forever and there is no more pain.

Rest in peace, my sweet friend and know there will never be another like you.

I spy with my little eye.. (picture post)

September's Open Letters

Dear Young Female Driver
YOU are the one who cut me off while talking on the cell phone, I gestured thumbs up and you flip me the bird? Sorry to break it to you, Sweetheart, but when you finally get that ticket, it's going to hurt. 
Signed,
Karma's a mean bitch, honey, when you're being one.

Dear Husband, 
I know the grass was on the long'ish side when you came back home from a month of working out of town. But suggesting we forgo the lawnmower and hire a farmer to bale the stuff was a slight exaggeration. 
Signed,
Wifey.

Dear Tea Wannabe Drinker,
You ordered your steeped tea with 3 cream and 3 sugar? How could you? How could you kill the magic of a cuppa tea so completely?
Signed,
Respect the Tea Me

Dear Resistance Bands,
How I hate thee with every stretch and pull. One does not need weights when one is fighting against a taunt rubber band from hell.
Signed,
I'll work you like a Boss yet.

Not so Dear little Shit-head from the Park,
I asked you not to swear, young children were playing in what is a 'Tot Lot'. Look up the definition. You have outgrown it by ohhh roughly 5 years. You lipped me off, I told you your mouth was going to earn you a beating in school this year. You claimed I threatened you, when I offered you my cell to call the police and/or Children services,you declined. Add Coward to what you are.
I hope your smack down ,when it comes and it will, doesn't hurt to bad, you little jerk.
Signed,
Piss off Yo G-Ma.

Dear Newspaper,
I am not the grammar police, ( aren't they a pain the ass at times.. sigh ) but I just want to point out that one does not 'run away' with a bicycle, one rides away with it. Mmkay? Good.. carry on.
Signed,
Your Reader.

Dear Fall Shows,
Welcome back. Me and my PVR have missed you guys.
Signed,
Fall Couch Potato

Dear Food,
We can't carry on like this anymore. I think of you first thing, last thing and in the middle of the night when I can't sleep. My jeans are laughing at me and my scale is refusing my visits now.
Signed,
Soon to have Animal Print Stretch pants outta control.

Once upon a time.. (Picture Post)

I admit it, I love objects of a time gone by. (click to enlarge)

Musings of This, That and Other Things

Came across this today and I find it to be the epitome of the lazy 'me' society we now have the privilege (NOT) of bringing up our offspring in. Mind you, I didn't raise my girls to live the Me First Motto, a fact which they pay for in many ways. That being said, it's made them 'more' than their self absorbed generation.
But I digress.
I have a Facebook account, ( umm..who doesn't?) and along my travels within this social media giant I came across a page where our local job prospects are listed. Okay, good. This could potentially help some in their hunt for gainful employment.
Then I can across this: (quoted word for word)

' I am 19 years old and looking for a full-time job. I have 2 1/2 years receptionist experience. I am looking for an office setting job. Please contact me if you would like to see my resume. '

Ummm excuse me?? You are seeking a 9 to 5 job, expecting employers to come to you?? WTF? Were you also in your pjs when you posted this? Hair and teeth not brushed? Hot cup of coffee in your lazy little hands?
What happened to the days of getting dressed, hitting the pavement and handing out resumes???
And no..back in my day I didn't walk uphill both ways to school in 4 ft of snow but holy crap! I went out and found my jobs by the sweat of my brow.

While I understand the internet is one of the ways to go about it these days, I'm not so far back as to not recognize the fact, but this?
This isn't a high profile head hunting career placement opportunity. This is a slightly higher than min. wage j.o.b.
Seriously honey.. get off your lazy self serving haven't even begun to live but we all know how far you'll go in life ass.
Then again go back to bed, you're a little on the useless side.

Hey lady? This is a library. I am looking at you sitting on the armchair talking away, loudly I might add, on your Bluetooth. Problem #1.  Problem #2- you are, and this is so the deal breaker, barefoot with both your blackish/greenish feet on the coffee table in front of us. Question: WHY are you barefoot in a very public place? And if that is how you wear your uhhh skin, I'm eternally grateful I am a heterosexual female and will never run the risk of sleeping with you. 
You, Madam, are a disgusting pig.

Seriously.. School can not start fast enough for me. Teenagers: can't hide from them, can't outrun the little..shits know-it-alls darlings.
Sigh.

Went out to breakfast the other morning. My fav meal of the day (morning coffee and bacon. Why hellooo purrr I'm there )  You wouldn't believe who I came across.
The man heself, Sean Connery.
I kno, right, how cool is that?!

Wellll okayyyy... not really the man himself, I mean, what would the likes of him being doing in my sleepy little town chowing down in a lowly truck stop of all places? (even if the breakfast is top notch)
But his voice was there, that low husky ohh so delicious Scottish accent. I'm telling you, if you were blindfolded you'd swear it was him.
Don't stop talking Mr Connery's Voice. Please.
He was sitting in the booth behind me and for most of the meal, I pretended to listen to my husband ( hey.. after 31 years, I know how to um.. fake it ha ha ) while I listened in shamelessly behind me. Pretending it was OMG Sean Connery. 
(I hear the man himself leaves something to be desired by hey.. I'll take the accent any day.)

What about you, my bloggy pals, what are your musings and thoughts?