Musings of This, That and Other Things.

I came across a complaint on FB this morning and it's been bouncing around in my head since.
It seems this woman had an issue with girls wanting to facetime with her pre to teen boy ( not sure which ) at 2 am while his 'electronics slept in her room' What followed was a litany of complaints against young girls.
I raise two myself, I know all about pre to teenage girls. BUT what really irked me was the overwhelming consensus that all those girls were trouble or going to be.
I didn't respond. Most replies were from younger women that had a wholeee lotta growing up and living to do yet.
You just wait,my judgemental little pretties, your boys WILL be coming home in a boatload of trouble in the years to come yet.
I went back to the original complaint and couldn't for the life of me figure out why his cell was left on to 'sleep' in her room all night everynight??  It seems like an oddball thing to do on a parent's side, no?
And for the record, not all what's wrong with this world lays solely on teenage girls. Most of us mothers who have daughters are much better able to lay the blame where it's due. Be it the girls camp or the boys. .
It seems to me that a lot of the mothers of sons act like their boys can do no wrong. It's always the girls that 'convert' them or lead them down wrong roads or trick them. ( rolling my eyes here)
And by the way, one simple solution for that mother. Shut the stupid cell down at night.
DUH

I can not tell a lie. Getting a 'WOW!' from a photographer's daughter on an album I posted gave me such a charge. I've been in a ' I hate all my photographs and who do I think I am anyways' phase. It's brutal, it sucks but it's fact.
Grant you that daughter is my mother but she is a photographer in her own right and I know she separates the chaff from the wheat, so to speak. ( Mom, if you are reading this, Dad will explain to you what that saying means xoxo )  If I got a WOW! from her it's because she's taken into consideration all that is involved in the process of a successful photograph.
I think in a real way, I measure my success ( I'm an amateur with NO intention of going pro. That's not to say I wouldn't like to have a small showing or two eventually ) by two things; the emotion the photograph draws from the viewer and the nods I get from fellow photographers.
And I got a 'WOW!'
Made my day, it really did. :)

You have all heard of the 'Desperate Housewives' series. . ? Yeah, I don't watch them but I know of them as well.
What was brought to my attention is where I live there is a chapter of truly pathetic women that have started a 'private' facebook page called 'Desperate Housewives of Leduc County' . They are all a part of this Rant and Rave site where if you dare go against the 'grain' you are jumped on and the whole post is brought to this sad page where you are ridiculed and ripped to shreds. I know someone who knew someone who left the group because she couldn't handle the vicious callousness of it's members.
I've probably been the topic of conversation on that page more than once. ( if you know me in RL, I call them as I see them and there are a chosen few in the Rant page that need to get out more or get a life. I can hold my tongue for the most part but well lol,at times I can't. ) Which, by the way, if any of them stumble in on here I'm fairly certain I'll make top billing on the Housewives site for a week straight and be 'uninvited' to the Rant and Rave page. ( In truth,I don't go on it often, I can't stomach it much) Ohhh welllll.
But can you imagine the sheer ego it takes of stand above all and lay judgement like that? Wow.
Karma's a bitch, ladies. You just never know when and where. . . and seriously, get a life, a job or get out more often.
Then again, you can stay in your so called secret society and judge. Your little pea brains probably can't handle the outside world. 

Omg. A massage, a massage! My kingdom for a massage! . . 'nuff said.

I have to start exercising in earnest again. I don't remember in recent history where I've spent such a long period of time not working out.
Not to excuse it but it's been a crazy busy summer and we're now mid August.
Come on, Jamie, off your as of lately lazy ass and git at 'er!
lol yeah, I have inner monologues and arguments with myself. Often. I always lose. Sigh. *wink*

Well, it's 3:15 pm and that means it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Time for a glass of wine.
Yeah yeah, I'll start working out ummm tomorrow, yeah that's what I'll do. I swear.

What's your musing and thoughts today or inner monologues, my bloggie pals?

I may or may not have

I may or may not have:

. . called my stick thin 82 yr old Dad a 'sxy bastard' when he came out of the bathroom freshly showered. He was wrapped up in a long thick towel from just below his chest to just above his knobbly knees. Bones jutting out everywhere. It earned me a hearty snort, which I consider a sign for a successful line delivered.
The man doesn't laugh at simply anything, you know. . .

. . tore some idiot lady a new one in the parking lot. After following her from two streets down when she tried to run me up the median with her car, switching from the right lane to the left one occupied by me. Or. . she tried run into me, I'm not sure which. I might or might not have suggested in a very strong manner she take off those ugly sunglasses as they were a) not doing a damn thing for her and b) making her blind,deaf ( I held the horn behind her from one stop to the other) and stupid.
BUT, and there is a redeeming 'but' here, I ripped her a new one in both official languages, not knowing which she spoke. ( I know, right? I am quite considerate that way)
Aaannnd I can promise you she'll never do that again. .to anyone. You are safe to go forth and command your side of the road with confidence if she's around.
You're welcome.
:-D

. . told the sweet 4'8" (and a prayer) lady at Timmy's the donut I wanted was on the very bottom shelf but not to worry as she didn't have far to go to reach it.
She froze for the briefest of moments and gave me a megawatt smile. Seems her mother used to say that to her all the time, she thanked me for the memory.
Warm fuzzies.

. . went through a 3 way stop sign the other day. Ooopsy.

Yup, I just may or may not have done one or all of these things.
:0)

John Ceprano's Inukshuks. Rock balancing at it's best.

I was lucky enough to be able to drive where John Ceprano ( an international balanced rock sculptor/painter and photographer) displays his amazing rock creations.
Although it was early in the season, I managed to take some photographs of his work. His collection will grow as the summer days go by.
He is originally from Rhode Island but his home has been near Ottawa, Ontario for a number of years now.

Showing a youngster the tools of the trade

For Today

For Today

Outside my mother's kitchen window... 
I see signs of summer in her neighbourhood. Children hard at play, people sitting out talking loud enough to be heard four houses down. ( french people talk loud naturally ) I'm down for 3 weeks while I help her rebound from a knee replacement operation.

I am thinking...

about tonight's supper. Yup, I've got food on the brain today. Pre Aunt Flo's visit, stupid bitch. She's well worn her welcome after X amount of years. ( yeah, like I'll put the number of years down for all to know. Pfffhhhttt ) 

I am thankful for...

the rate at which my Mom is gaining strength post-op. Damn she's a hellova strong woman. Big grin!
    

From the Kitchen...

I'm eyeing the mountain of pots and pans I hand washed and piled on the drying rack. They are balanced precariously and I'm a klutz, bad combo. Mom's sleeping. Even worse combo. 

I am wearing...

the lightest summer clothes I own. The humidity levels are through the roof in this province, I live where's it's dry. I can kiss my mother's feet for her AC. ( yeah I can but I'd hafta be dead drunk first ha ha. Just stating my appreciation at this lovely air conditioning )  

I am creating...

a photographic folder of my mother's bounty in her beautiful garden. I have shit for beans for talent in the gardening department sadly. I am enjoying the beauty of vivid colours, kissed by rain and Mother Nature herself.

  

I am going...

to nap this afternoon. Don't dare text me or call me,you'll be taking your life in your own hands if you dare rouse me out of the tropical planet I'm visiting in my dreams.

I am reading...
the package of sterile bandages I have to soak and use on my mother's leg which is housing 35 staples keeping her skin from splitting open and displaying her muscles, bones, plasma and cells. . . The staples I have to clean/disinfect. If I go slowly enough I can count the staples as I pass over them. Bwahahaha  is your stomach is flipping? Mine's fine.

I am hoping... 
more like prayin' to the car gods I don't scratch/dent/rub up against anything with my mother's car. You have to understand something here, this is the 1st time in my life she's let me drive her car! ( albe it out of necessity)  Holy shit, this is a huge moment in my life ha ha. This woman lends her car to no one. Ever. I want to shove it in my sisters's faces bad. But I'm not that petty, damn it. 

I am hearing...

my father's dog snore. How the hell can a freaking dog snore THAT loudly already?! 

Around my parents's house...
I am trying not to kill their plants. Or drown them. I am a serial plant killer. GULP!

One of my favourite things...  

when I come back 'home' is to face dive into the foods I grew up on. Which are all very very unhealthy. But ooooh soooo good :-D  I'll pay the stupid piper after. As my daughter says, 'And not a calorie fuck was given' 

A few plans for the week...
playing nursemaid to my patient. 

Here is a picture I thought worth sharing...

Hubby and I on an evening walk. The kid in me wants to run hell bent for leather and jump off the end of that pier. 

Can't hide it.

'Three things can not be long hidden:
The Sun, the moon, and the truth."
-Buddha.


What people think is true:
I'm hard edge.
What actually is: While I'm not a pollyanna type, I'm a hella lot more sensitive than I let on, I just hide it really well.

What people think is true:
I speak two languages.
What actually is: I speak three. English, French and Sarcasm

What people think is true:
I'm not patient enough with some people
What actually is: I don't handle stupid well, so ummm yeah.

What people think is true:
I'm strong.
What actually is: Yes I am but contrary to popular belief, I'm not strong ALL the damn time.

What people think is true:
I'm a bitch.
What actually is: I stand up for what I believe is right, I speak out against what I believe is wrong. I call a spade a spade. If that makes me a bitch, then I'm a damn proud one.

What people think is true:
I am funny.
What actually is:
Quite often I hide behind my humour.

What people think is true:
 I'll be there through thick and thin.
What actually is:
Not so ready to be there rain or shine anymore. I'm growing much more selective.

What people think is true:
I have it easy because I don't work.
What actually is:
No f*$&ing comment. That's pure Bull. Shit. and does not deserve a comment.

What people think is true:
I don't have weight issues.
What actually is:
Thanks, but you are dead wrong. I might not have significant weight issues but they are there nevertheless and not going away any frackin' time soon.

What people think is true:
I can handle confrontation of any kind.
What actually is:
While I won't back down from it, I will try to defuse if it warrants it. Unless it touches my family then you rue the day you ever crossed my path.
I can name names of those who tried.
And failed. Miserably.

What people think is true:
I can be. . . crabby at times.
What actually is: I have functional hypoglycemia. Want the list of symptoms? They are many. I fight hard to control it but at times, when life gets too bloody busy it gets the short end of the stick and I pay for it. Dearly.