Journey & Adventure

Have you ever wondered if a movie was made about your life, what would the theme song be? Mine, would be “Raise a Little Hell” by Trooper (btw - a good ole Canadian band). For my 13 th birthday, I had a roller skating party at the local roller rink and my parents requested this song for me.    The lyrics were fitting for me then and who knew that they would stand the test of time.     What’s your theme? Take a listen…enjoy, and rock on!  

Once again, I’ve been missing from the blogosphere.   I don’t know where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing or what I’ve accomplished.   The past couple of weeks have been a blur.   The holidays tend to rot your brain, make you stupid and fatten your ass - at least these things happen in my household.    I love the holidays, but I’m happy to see them move on.   I’m excited to get back to some sort normalcy in my life, minus the work thing of course.   Speaking of work, I’m still blocked from all internet sites that are meant to keep me entertained.   No justice in that… I watched Despicable Me over the holidays.   This is the animated one with Steve Carell.   It is the best animated movie I’ve seen since Finding Nemo.   It was so good – leaves you all warm and fuzzy. My mother-in-law had a fit that I took my Christmas Tree and decorations down yesterday.   She believes that because I’ve done it before ...

This was my favorite poem as a child.   My mother used to read it to me on Christmas Eve.   I used to have it memorized.   Then when The Boy was younger, I would read it to him.   He used to have it memorized too. Twas the Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to m...

So, I’ve been at the new place of employment a month now.   I thought it would be fair to get to know my co-workers a little better before I started passing judgment on them and making fun of their behavior.   Well, like I said – it’s been a month….and I don’t really have much to report.   There is a huge age difference and for once in a long time, I’m one the youngest people in the group.   This normally isn’t weird for me, but in this case it is.   I don’t know what it is, but I’m attributing it to the fact that I have nothing in common with these people, no common interests in the same hobbies, sports, music, lifestyle or decade, etc. Yesterday was our Christmas lunch and it was a perfect time get to know these people outside of the office.   A little wine and great food should have led to stimulating conversation.   Ummm, not so much.    The awkward silences were deafening and I swear I could hear th...

We picked up The Boy from school on Friday and within 20 minutes of being home; he asked to borrow the truck so he could go out.    During the entire ride home, he complained about the food in residence and that all he could wait for was a home cooked meal. On Saturday, he waited long enough for the home cooked meal, but by the time the dishes were in the dishwasher, he was making plans to go out again. On Sunday, he blessed us with his presence for approximately 6 hours and then you guessed it – gone again, but this time he didn’t bother hanging around for the home cooked meal.  I guess the novelty had worn off.   This morning I awoke to find three additional winter coats and pairs of boots in the front closet.  I’m guessing we were the only house left with enough food to feed them all.   College boys are just like pigeons...or vultures – they go wherever the food is plentiful. Ahhh, it’s gre...

The Ugly I realize that it’s the thought that counts and I appreciate everything I’ve been given - if not solely for their entertainment value, but let me say that there have been a whole lotta uglies under my Christmas tree.   There have been multiple culprits, but the major offender – my mother. I don’t know how to explain it, but my mother seemed to believe I was stuck in the 80’s – as a teenage girl.     When I was 13, I loved unicorns and then when I was 16, my interest turned to whales.   Until I was 39, I received at least one whale or unicorn item from my mother.   I don’t know where she found them, but every year, they were guaranteed to turn up. She then went through a stage, when everything had some type of fiber optics attached to it. Then, there was the clothing stage.   What 25 year old women wouldn’t want a sweatshirt with birdhouses or fuzzy cats on them? There was one year when something miraculous happened, expecting the...

As I mentioned, there are very few bad memories of Christmases past.    I’ve been fortunate; however there are still a few memories that have been less than stellar.   The Bad The first few years after my mom and dad divorced were tough.  One year I would be with my mom in Ontario and then the next year, I would be stuck on a plane as an unaccompanied minor and shuffled off to New Brunswick to spend with my dad.  It wasn’t awful - it just wasn’t what it used to be.  It was different, but with everything you learn to adapt. Then there are the things that when you’re a kid, seem like a huge miscarriage of justice and that you’ve be wronged by the world.   When I was 9, I got a set of walkie-talkies, which would have been a fantastic gift IF I wasn’t an only child who lived in the country, with no friends for miles.  When I was 12, I was dying for a 10 speed bike - a guy’s, blue, 10 speed bike.  What I got was a girl’s,...

As the spirit of the season is upon us - the season of giving, family, alcohol, friends and those warm and fuzzy feelings, I’ve started to reflect upon Christmases past – the good, the bad, and the ugly. The Good I’m very fortunate to say that all of my Christmases have been good ones.   I can’t recall a holiday celebration that I’ve felt I was short changed in any way. Don’t get me wrong – they certainly wouldn’t qualify as being up to the old-time standards of Norman Rockwell or “It’s a good thing” perfection of Martha Stewart, but each one has created a unique memory of its own. J and I were engaged on Christmas in 1987.   It wasn’t as romantic as it could have been, but that wasn’t his fault.   He tried to get me alone for hours, but my extended family of younger cousins weren’t getting the hint and tailed us all day until he finally gave up and got down on one knee in front of a crowd of 15 plus family member...

  Holy hell, it’s been forever since I’ve had any random thoughts.   Okay, okay – all my thoughts are technically random, it’s just been forever since I’ve wrote them down. I’ve failed at Christmas shopping this year.   Everyone has something under the tree, but in my opinion the purchases aren’t as good as they’ve been in the past.   I certainly won’t win any “You’ve Wowed Me Awards” and honestly, I don’t really care.   To those on my Christmas list - take that! I’m now into my 4 th week of work at the “new place” and I’m still not sure what to think.    Things are far more disorganized than I could have possibly imagined and while it’s my job to get things in order, I’m finding that it’s overwhelming me (which is unusual).   I like organization and process, but I can’t seem to find any of that here and I’m starting from scratch on a lot of things.   In my heart, I know I’ve made the ...

The weekend has been a blur and I know I'm not alone when I say, the holiday season is sucking the life out of me and of course my wallet.  Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays - I just don't like the panic and anxiety it causes in everyone around me, because sooner or later, a little is bound to rub off. It was J's birthday this weekend, so yesterday we set off to celebrate by going to a movie and then dinner and then because I had too much wine with dinner, I decided to get in some last minute Christmas shopping.  Yes, I went to the mall!  It's be years since I've been to the mall this close to Christmas and now I know why - the people. I don't know how to explain it, but last night I found the mall to be the most depressing place on earth - the looks of panic on people's faces, the picked over shelves, the screaming children (and parents), the rudeness of people trying to find parking spots, everything about it was horrible.  I went wi...

I'm undecided - I can't decide if I'm grossed out by this or fascinated.  I think it might be the latter.

It’s Day 2 of Snowmageddon.    No, I’m not being dramatic – it’s a FACT.   Mother Nature is blessing us with a Winter Wonderland, but I’m still left wondering what’s so fantastic about snow, cold weather, whiteouts and ridiculous drivers. By the end of day yesterday, we had received a whopping 80 cm or approximately 31 inches of snow.   Today, we are expecting another 50 cm or an additional 19 inches of snow.   The end of the world is coming. Yesterday, I donned my toque (remember last year's lesson on Canadian clothing), mittens and boots and ventured forth to work.   Only to be told, we were closing early. Today, I ventured forth again.   Upon arriving to work, I find there were less people there today than there were yesterday and most of the ones that didn’t show up actually live within the city.   Once again, we were told we were closing early.   My boss was su...

I never thought I'd say it, but I love me a good snow storm.  Let me add a caveat - I love a good snow day when I can actually stay at home. I headed out to work this morning in a snow storm - the first big one for my area of Southwestern Ontario.  I'm pretty fearless when it comes to driving in the snow, so it has to be pretty awful for me to contemplate not going to work (unless of course, I just need a day to myself).  However since I just started the new job, calling in due to the weather was not an option. Keep in mind that I commute from the "country" to the "city", which typically takes approximately 45 minutes.  Today it took me an hour and a half and when I arrived, the parking lot wasn't plowed, nor were the sidewalks cleaned.  I trudged through snow drifts that were past my knees to get into the building (which wasn't that big of a deal considering I'm only 5'2").  Don't judge - it still took some effort. Anyh...

Here are some photos from my first craft show.  I re-purposed the doors, which I found at a yard sale for $5 by cutting them in half and painting them.  I made the table clothes myself and those of you that have been around for a while know how much of a challenge that would have been for me.  To sum it up, sewing sucks. Over all I was happy with the booth turnout.  I received some comments on how good it looked from other vendors and even a few from other jewelry makers.  

Get your minds out of the gutter - I mean Internet Nazis.  But, just in case your wondering, those are real too. Fact. Internet Nazis are real.  They aren’t mythical creatures or the stuff urban legends are based upon to keep employees engaged in real work and motivated by fear to stay the hell off of Facebook. My new place of employment has blocked all websites of interest to me – including Blogger, my blog, Gmail, Google Reader, Facebook, Amazon and Best Buy.  Do they not understand that I can’t possibly function under these circumstances? I do 80% of all my Christmas shopping online.  How the hell am I expected to do my Christmas shopping now?  Am I now expected to go to the dreaded mall? WTH?  I don’t even know where to start.  The mall means parking lots, crowded spaces, testy people and germs – lots and lots of germs.  Oh, the inhumanity of it all….Grrr… So please understand my absence from your blogs during...