Open Letters

Dear Louie Armstrong,

It IS a wonderful life but nobody sings it better than you , my friend. Your smile alone can make up for the lack of sun on a cloudy day. Thank you.

Sincerely,

A Friendly Fan

Dear Dishwasher,

Why helloooo good lookin'. You are my sanity savior, my time saver and my hands smoother. It's a shame you can't do housework, you let me down a bit in that regards. But I'll overlook the slight because you keep my kitchen looking tidy(er).

Unabashedly grateful,

Dishpan hands.

Dear James,

It was a lovely day, wasn't it? We had ourselves a grand conversation. It makes me happy that within our conversation you were able to reach your decision, although I suspect you already had it made in the back of your mind. I wish you happiness and I wish you  'Enough' . Remember... nothing is gained by 'easy' and there's monotony in 'safe' but sometimes what is a hard road really isn't, it's a blessing in disguise.

Love,

the other 'James'

Dear Life

Why do you choose to go by so quickly? I can't keep up in case you are not aware. Slow down a tad will you? Let me enjoy those moments that imprint on my heart just a wee bit longer? I implore you.

Signed,

Strapped in for the ride.

Dear Jolt of Java, 

Thanks for caffeine rush @ 7:30 pm. I don't normally enjoy you at this hour but my lovely daughter brought you to me and I wasn't about to turn her or you down. I'm tired enough to sleep tonight so have no fears on keeping me awake.. this time. 

Sincerely

Java Jazzed but Beat to the Bone

Not So Dear Ol Man Winter, 

You have GOT to be kidding me right? Rain, freezing rain then snow?? And to have to wake up to that shit crap? You've a sick sense of humor and if you care to look around, you'll see nobody laughing but you. Nasty piece of work you are. Die already.

Signed,

Disgusted & Disgruntled

Dear Jesse James

One word. DUMBASSMORONFOOLIDIOTLOSER. 

Sign me,

I hope Sandra tosses you away like the piece of garbage you are.

:-)

March's Musings of This, That and Other Things.

I am at a loss as to what to do with myself lately. I have packed as much as I need to and the four walls are closing in on me. Fast. Sure and a good reason to head over to Starbucks to regain sanity.

Speaking of... I love people watching at that coffee shop. The clientele is so vastly different than Tim Horton's. Everything from young families to the older generation with everything in between. And the Baristas as SO much more friendlier than Tim's. Pardon my rudness but they can speak English.

Speaking of People .. Some most People (of Walmart) need their own island. 'Nuff said.

I've been offered the chance to go to Hawaii again. Imagine that, but I've turned it down. I know I know, crazy eh? ( <--- yeah ---> colour <--- me Canadian) Truth? I want to go to Scotland, home of my ancestors. Aye grand adventures awaits me. :-)

I'm in the process of switching over to glass containers from plastic. Trouble is, I'm clumsy and tend to break anything, I even shattered a Corel dish. You know the brand, right? The unbreakable dishes hubby got for me because I'm clumsy special.  Ppfftt! Broke some of that no problem. I have tile floors in the kitchen and some of those glass containers are heavy. Can you see where I'm going with this? Is there such a class I can take called 'Tile & Grout 101'? 

My daughter's turning twenty and you think the teens years are behind her right? Well..didn't she up and roll her eyes at me three times the other day! I could of cheerfully poked her beautiful peepers out. Drove me nuts when she was 15 and that was her favorite  'push Mom's button' action. But have no fear, I have a secret weapon. I have her daughter.. muahahah it's called cookies and chocolate and candy before going back home to Mommy's. ;-)

Why is it I can take those monsters mutts for a walk, bring them back home FILTHY freakin' dirty, get them rinsed off without acting like the roof is caving in? YOU took them out for a walk, dear Hubby. YOU get them clean again. Hint: Keep them on a (short) leash till you get them under the sprayer. Hello?

Speaking of.. Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

As much as I don't do reality shows, I found myself series recording Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. It's bloody entertaining, it's what it is. But try as I might, I can't seem to work up sympathy for some of those spoiled overindulgent whiners people in there. My bad. Oh and Heidi Fleiss? You are scary ice cold shite, woman.

What are your musings of the day? :-)

Remember? No, I don't. Arghh

I'm a walking case for the need to take some sort of memory pill but I wouldn't remember to take the bloody thing.
Yeah yeah, I know. Do Sudoku or Crosswords. Hate 'em both. Or rather, don't have the patience for them. Anything to do with improving my memory I balk at.
What are you on about , Jamie, you ask? Well..I'll tell you.
How's about sitting in the Walmart parking lot , listening to 96.3 and a stupid song from wayyy back is making my eyes water. Not that it's embarrassing enough, no, I also have no idea why it's making me cry. And believe you me, I'm NOT a public crier.
I sit there trying to figure it out, the memory is dancing on the very edge of my subconscious but it's refusing to take the leap to bring me in on it.
I have SO many memories like that. Drives me nuts at times trying to remember or IF I'm supposed have a memory attached to what I'm feeling. Arghhhh

This station is a good/bad thing for me.I just never know when I'll be driving along and whoops there goes my eyes again, springing a freakin' leak. Damn. It.
However, it's not all sad/bad. There are songs that take me to a time where all I had to worry about was being back home in time for supper. Waking up, packing my backpack with a lunch, a bathing suit and book and spending the day at the pool. With friends. As in without adult supervision. Pissed off because I wasn't 13 yet and couldn't stay in the pool after 5. I'd been there since 10 am.Yeah, it was a tad bit safer back then. We were actually allowed to BE kids.
We used to be out after supper riding our bikes all over town, without a care in the world. Wow, just to type that makes me shake my head at the state of today. Kids doing that in the here and now? Never, ever. We can't let them out in the backyard without checking on them every 15 minutes. Drive by shootings, drugs and all manner of the nasty side of society. Sad. It makes me sad they don't have what I did. A relatively danger free/predator free play zone/upbringing.

But I digress. And I could continue to digress but that's not the point of this particular blog.

It's frustrating not to be able to remember but maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe there's a reason, maybe there's not. Who knows. On the grand scheme of things, I'm pretty much a normal viable contributing member of society. I just suck b a d at the memory game. The thought of a high school reunion terrifies me, how the hell am I going to remember you? Hey Donna G ? When the time comes, if the time comes, you are NOT allowed leaving my side. You will stand in for my memory, comprendo Amigo?

But sighh.. songs.. certain smells..deja vu's, the mysteries of my life. I just wish the stupid water works wouldn't flow at will, kinda sorta dangerous when I'm driving 110 clicks an hour and things blur up on me. Or in a Walmart parking lot, looking like I've either got a wicked gas pain or losing in within the confines of my Jeep.
Sheesh.

I Believe

  I Believe

...Three ring binders are evil and out to get you.

...I'd like to be able to draw in my next life. I'd dive bomb at Pictionary.

...a lotto ticket should definitely be purchased when you pass a cop that has a taxi pulled over and is giving him a ticket. And two in one week?! Hello? Where am I? Am I on some parallel universe?

...we can pass a mohawk haircut with merely a glance yet we sneer at mullets. Takes guts to prance around with one if you stop and think about it.

...my generation is known as workhorses ( definition #2 ) ,  my hands are testimony. Sniff

...I'll have the worse nightmares ever when my Nightmare Slayer is out of town working.

...little white dogs have no business being outside during the Spring thaw. Yuck.

...when you've reached the point of no return, you just as well to keep going. Screw it. ;-)

...the weatherman neglected to let us know the windchill factor. Nasty sense of humor.

...fifth graders are smarter.

...The one and ONLY downside to being slimmer is always being cold.

...there's a two tier justice system here. Jaffer proved it without a shadow of a doubt.

...in and have used the saying, 'Ya burn your ass, ya sit on the blister.'

 

What do you believe?

Home is where you make it, but there's no place like 'home'.

When big changes come I find myself missing 'home'. I don't know why but it is what it is.
I know myself well enough to understand I'm due to return 'home' again.This time though I will take a couple of weeks. Family first and foremost, friends from thirty some odd years back. That is comfort, that is where I can be.. me. Just plain Jamie. 
My husband and I have talked about buying a cottage there. I think within the next two years, we'll make that a reality. The girls will take comfort in also knowing they have a place where they can go 'home' again. Even if they've spent the majority of their lives here, this place imprinted in their hearts and there, they can just be.. them.


So without further ado, here are my roots.

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The water is so blue, and the air crisp. The strength of the sun and the brilliance of the fall colours leaves you in awe.

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So many photographers come to this area. It's no wonder why.

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In one of our houses, we had a creek running in our back yard. The coons and deer ambling by. If I had this particular creek now, I'd have it made.

This was my backyard. A big one to mow but a lovely breathing space.

I miss her something wicked, something fierce. She represents 'home' to me. In many ways, with maternal me, this was my first 'baby'.







Traditions run deep, we can practice them anywhere we live, but to be able to go back to where life was simpler, if only for a little while, is good for the soul. It allows one to gain strength, to recognize what one has, to go back and carry on.