Well, its Daylight saving time this weekend. I feel that I should share a few tips for the weekend when the clocks spring forward. For those of you who don’t have to go through this basically, in spring all clocks go forward by 1 hour. This is so that in the summer when we have bbq’s we can stay out longer since it’s still sunny outside. We are like birds, when the sun goes down we automatically fall asleep. Continue reading “Daylight Saving”
I had a fashion image on my mind. When that happens Its imperative that I find the item that is on my mind. Like a lioness hunting for its prey, I went straight to the local Winners store. I searched through all the jeans looking for a very specific pair of jeans. The right colour, pockets, cuff, and texture of jean, just like the image. Continue reading “On the Hunt”
Am I the only one that missed this? I was scrolling through Pinterest as I tend to do while not watching sports and I came across this word along with the description: Continue reading “The Truth about Flaws”
In Mrs. Robertson’s grade 2 class, we all sat and watched as she wrote all 26 letters of the alphabet on the chalkboard. Geoff’s finger dropped from his nose as he stared at the board in aww. She made it all look so easy. Reminiscent of an ocean tide, some letters were far more bloated and stood out from the rest. Then, there were other letters like the lower-case G that dipped below the line as though it was dodging someone it owed money. By the time Mrs. R was finished most of us felt distrustful of her ambition of us all. Who was she to think that we would ever be able to write in cursive, script or longhand as some people called it? Continue reading “Will it be Legible?”
Grocery shopping can be so annoying! Wandering around trying to get everything on the dreaded list. I find it so irritating, I would rather go without a list altogether. Unless I’m trying out a new recipe I really don’t see the need for a list. They bother me because I would prefer to be spontaneous. Am I the only one who finds it annoying that it’s always the same things rolling, spilling or even being squashed by those same other things in my buggy? Continue reading “How Will You be Paying?”
Never regret anything that made you smile – Mark Twain
Even if I feel silly about doing something, or saying something if it makes me smile or even laugh then it was worth it. That’s why I love this quote and why I write about my mishaps. Sometimes these mishaps are not funny at the time. They may have even brought me to tears as they happened. Yet when I write about them or tell people about them I am often laughing or at the very least smiling. Continue reading “Smile”
Things have really changed since the last time I was actively seeking employment. It’s scary out there now. So much competition and a lot of networking. Resumes have to be well sculpted to suit the job of interest. Well, that hasn’t changed but, I swear it’s so much harder to get noticed now.
Oh, and when you get the call for an interview you feel vindicated. I’ve been to a couple of interviews only to get a rejection letter in my email box. I don’t take it too hard though. It’s practice, right? Eventually, the right ship will come to shore. Even if it’s a canoe I will still jump aboard, I’m not picky at this point! Continue reading “Job Hunt”
Hi all, this post is about the results from the funny survey. Interested in finding out how similar we all are? Then read on.
I too have answered many questions randomly. Some of my answers were so random that I regretted them immediately. Continue reading “Funny Survey Results”
The living room was dark and now it’s not.
I bought a lamp and, I’m enjoying writing under it. In this very room there once was an outdated ugly ceiling fan. Protruding from it were four lights. It was immediately placed very loudly on my hit list for obliteration. To exhibit what it looked like please take a moment to picture this; A 4 headed angler fish slowly being eaten by a star fish. You’ve seen this ceiling fan before, it’s in any home built in the late 70s or 80s. Continue reading “Survey Results”
With 2018 very quickly coming to an end I thought we should get to know each other better. I have made 2 surveys. If you have time or feel like completing only one thats fine too… I won’t judge your answers as long as you don’t judge me for the questions I asked.
If you have completed the survey thank you for participating. If you haven’t that’s fine too. Wishing that 2019 is a year full of happiness and prosperity for all of you. Thank you for reading.
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Over the past few months, I have found every way possible to catch every cold, sinus infection or flu-ish thing that comes my way. As much as that sounds like it was on purpose it really wasn’t! Continue reading “I Didn’t Mean it Alexa?”
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There’s a list of movies that I love to watch during Christmas time. These movies have the ability to stop me in my tracks. Especially from doing tasks that I love like the dishes or laundry.
If by chance I walked past a store that was playing any one of these 3 movies you can bet that I’m going to stop and park myself in front of that screen for the full duration. I would go so far as to convince the salesperson that I will buy the tv if he buys me a not so small bag of popcorn shrimp to eat while watching the movie. Just another thing to pick out of my teeth. Extra points if he gets the seafood dipping sauce too. Continue reading “Christmas Couch Potato”
Casinos are fun. They are like bars but with minimal drinking, lights and a bit more gambling. I thought going there would be like it is in the movies. Bartenders offering drinks and peanuts, all kinds of snacks like Deviled eggs, ice-cream and cereal. The mob inviting people to count their cards. Continue reading “The Baby That Saved Me”
I grew up in an urban area. My mom still encouraged me to learn how to grow plants. I went outside daily, watering a grain of corn. It was fascinating watching it grow from a tiny little thing to just above my twiggy ankles and then to the height of my scrawny waist.
After all that watering, its stalk eventually sprung up and had nearly passed the top of my head. There were even two ears of corn growing now. I ran and asked mom if it was ready to be picked and she told me it probably wasn’t ready yet. I imagined the silk beyond the husk slowly yet very purposefully assembling each and every grain of corn. Finally, as summer was nearing its end, I was told that I could soon pick my corn and it would be ready to eat.
Most years at the end of summer, our final family trip was to the amusement park. On the morning of the trip, I snuck out and watered my corn. I was full blown obsessing over it but, I also didn’t want to hear that it wasn’t ready to eat yet. Against the wall, behind my corn was a twin-size bed board. I paused to wonder when it had been placed there. Oh well, I ran to the front yard and got in the car with my siblings. Dad drove us all to the amusement park.
After going on a few rides the sky went dark, then it rained, and got really windy. We were told by the park “authorities” that a storm would be passing through some nearby towns. We continued with our fun regardless, especially since we knew the storm wasn’t going to touch us at the theme park.
Then we left a little early to stop at Michael Jackson’s house. Call me a liar all you want! We were specifically told that after the theme park we were going to meet Michael Jackson. So, the obvious never even occurred to me.
When we got to Michael Jackson’s house, our parents stood tall behind us all. My older brother and sisters were such skeptics but, I saw them glimpse as the door opened slowly. Hi, how are you? Come in! The amount of disinterest and disappointment that rushed through me was palpable. My siblings pretended that they didn’t share my feelings but I knew they did. He was so far from being Michael Jackson that I’m positive he saw the disappointment on every child’s face. Before you start feeling sorry for him consider this; I’m sure he was used to it with a name like that! And, he most likely had used his name to his advantage more than once in his life. The visit went on and on as they always do as a child. Eventually, we all went home.
As soon as we got home from the house of disappointment, I rushed to the backyard to check on my corn. Only I didn’t see it. There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. I turned around thinking I missed something but still there was nothing. Until I remembered that stupid bed board! I immediately heard echoes of the park authorities saying, “storms in some nearby towns.” I hadn’t even thought that they meant in our own backyard! The board had been swept sideways by the wind. It had officially squeezed every bit of lively hood out of my corn. All that was left were the tassels of stringy golden silk just beyond the edge of the bed board. They were squished into the mud. My shoes slipped and I fell into the mud as tears streamed down my face. I used all of my strength and tried to pry the board off my corn. My corn had been nurtured from seedling to squashed! But I wasn’t about to give up. I ran inside and yelled for help. Mom came outside explaining how sorry she was. She also explained that there was no way of knowing that a storm like that blah blah blah! I couldn’t really hear over my tears as sobbing. She then explained something else inaudible about it not being garbage day yet and that there wasn’t anywhere else to put it. Whatever she said it didn’t console me at all. Still, every time I see corn growing in a field it brings me back to that dark, rainy, windy afternoon.
Love corn will never grow it!
But, I will always have the story of when I met Michael Jackson.
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Does anyone else sit around staring at their phone rather than doing the things they really enjoy? Or watching Netflix and focusing on what the characters say, do or live through? Often times thoughts and ideas pass through my mind without ever getting out. I don’t write, speak or draw anything for days on end. Its people watching to the extreme extent, very zombielike!
On a longish side note, for those of you in a rush feel free to skip to the next paragraph: I’m very proud to say that I conquered a fear within the last 2 weeks. I watched The Haunting of Hill House. I even watched it at night. Yeah, I really did it! I had quite a few nightmares but I figured I’m up at night anyway, what harm could it do? I watched most of it just like this young lady to the right. Through one eye but with so much more fear in my heart and all over my face. Don’t judge me! It was such a great show glad I got through it. Now that its over I am going through withdrawal. It is sad when the good shows end.
The truth is, sometimes it’s the distractions but often times it’s fear that prevents me from doing the creative things I enjoy. Or even self-doubt that creeps in. I start thinking that I don’t have anything worth looking at or writing! Nothing to keep readers interested or coming back. I often conquer this by just starting something, anything, once I start all is good. Most times starting is all it takes.
Remember this when you feel unmotivated to be creative. Remember that everyone feels that way sometimes. Blogging takes guts! Find that motivation no matter how far you have to dig, keep on blogging.
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I recently realized that I have just a few strange or quirky habits. This is only recent because I have been called out on a few of them very recently. Continue reading “Habits Anyone?”
And as much as I tried, I just couldn’t remember the rest of the poem. Continue reading “T’was the Night Before 40”
When I was little, I used to think that the tiny little lizards that sometimes scurried quickly around our home were crocodiles. Continue reading “When I Was Little…”
I enjoy watching movies every now and then. Here is MY top 5 list of movies. Please keep in mind they are not in any particular order. Continue reading “My Top 5 Movies”
This was my favourite book when I was a child. I Reread it today and it still is.
By: Margery Williams Bianco
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”