30 December, 2010

Theme Song of My Life...

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 13th 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!

29 December, 2010

Random Thoughts - MIA Again…

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 the New Year, bad luck and bad karma will strike me down.   I’ll risk it – her judgment is clouded since she also believes it’s bad luck if you don’t eat cake on your birthday or desserts on Sunday.  
I need to eat something other than meat, potatoes and sugary sweets.  Don’t tell my family, but I think a salad is in order for supper…
I need a new calendar – a physical one.  With the world of technology before us, everything is equipped with a digital calendar, but I prefer the old fashioned paper kind.   I like to see the days displayed before me with pretty photos and maybe some inspirational thoughts to go along with them.   I want to be able to day dream of far, far-away lands…
I don’t plan on making any New Year’s resolutions this year, because let’s be honest, I don’t believe in setting myself up for disappointment.  Well, maybe I’ll make a few - I resolve to laugh more, travel more, love more, sing more and dance more.
Any resolutions you want to share?

24 December, 2010

Twas the Day Before it Twas The Night Before Christmas

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 my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to Everyone!!

22 December, 2010

Christmas Lunch with Co-Workers = Awkward...

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 the ice cubes in the water glasses melting.

I can’t stand awkward silence, so I tend to ramble on like a crazy person – with or without alcohol.  I can babble with the best of them and babble is just what I did.  I babbled about the fireplace in the room, the table linens, the upcoming holidays, dogs (even cats), baking, kids and of course the weather. 

I’m not giving up hope that we’ll find some common ground.  We have to or I’ll go insane.  I’m a social person and while I don’t believe in spending my entire day socializing, it’s nice to know that when I’m at the water cooler with a co-worker, I’ll have something more riveting to say than “nice weather we’re having”.

20 December, 2010

Feel The Love...

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 great to be loved.

Reflections of Christmases Past - Part 3 - The Ugly…

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 usual and preparing myself for the “oh wow, that’s awesome” speech, I opened my gift – it was a gift card to my favorite restaurant.  I was in shock.  She apologized for the gift card, explaining that she just didn’t get around to finding me the perfect gift.  It was an anomaly and the usual gifts returned.
God bless her.  She is no longer with me and my life and Christmas isn’t the same with her gone.  Nor is it the same without a bobble head flamingo, chia pet or garden gnomes. 
With that said, there’s always hope for my mother-in-law.  Last year, she bought me an ironing board.  She also has a fondness for dusty rose and lace. 

19 December, 2010

Reflections of Christmases Past - Part 2 - The Bad…

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, pink, 10 speed bike with a basket.  I was mortified.  That was the year, I learned that specifics and details matter.

Tomorrow, the ugly.

18 December, 2010

Reflections of Christmases Past - Part 1 - The Good…

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 members.   That man deserves a medal – my family is brutal.

In 1990, we spent a good old fashioned Christmas with my grandparents in the east coast.  We drove 18 hours straight on December 24th to get there in time to spend Christmas Eve with two of the most loved and entertaining people on earth.  Nothing says old fashioned Christmas like 12 different pies sitting in the pantry and being woken up on Christmas morning by the sound of Christmas carols being sung by your grandparents.  

It was Christmas in 1991 when I discovered I was pregnant with The Boy.  That was the year I put up a Christmas tree, but never did get it decorated and I wouldn’t let J do it for me.  So there we sat on Christmas morning in front of a bare naked tree.

In 1992, we celebrated our first Christmas as a family.   The Boy was a mere 5 months old and had no interest in the events of Christmas, but we tried to engage him.  I will say, he did look fantastic with all of the bows stuck all over his bald head.

While I’ve only shared a few, there are many, many more where those came from and I can guarantee there won’t be a shortage of future memories to be made.

Tomorrow…the bad.

14 December, 2010

Random Thoughts - Welcome Back to Chaos...

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 4th 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 right decision, but it’s going to take me some time to know for sure.   I just need to find my mojo…

While, we’re on the topic of work, I miss a few of my old co-workers and my old boss.  In particular, I miss their senses of humor.  No humor here – at all.  That’s going to have to change or I won’t survive.  Yep, I need to find that mojo…fast.

I went to see the latest installment of the Harry Potter franchise with J for his birthday.  It kept me mostly entertained.  I’ve never read the books, so there were a few parts that I was lost on and J had to catch me up on after.   Kind of like life…

Part of what I like most about going to the movies are the upcoming movie trailers.   Green Hornet looks to be promising for my entertainment dollar.  Guaranteed it won’t win an Oscar, but it will make me laugh and that’s worth something.

I baked shortbread cookies yesterday.  I don’t enjoy baking and only do so once a year when I have to make those damn cookies for The Boy and J.  It’s a Christmas tradition – just like egg nog, anger and resentment.

Happy Tuesday!

12 December, 2010

Tis The Season...The Soul Sucking Season...

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 without a plan - big mistake and as soon as I realized said mistake, I decided to cut my losses and get the hell out of there, while I still had some Christmas cheer left (or wine buzz), but whatever.

What the hell happened to peace on earth, goodwill towards man?  If everyone just took a minute to breathe and put life and what really matters into perspective, the world (and mall) would be a better place.

09 December, 2010

Gum Wall...

gum wall seattle

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

07 December, 2010


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 surprised to see that I made it.  I bluntly told him I was saving my snow days for a time I could actually enjoy them…in July.   He laughed.  He obviously doesn’t get my sense of humor.  We’ll see who gets the last laugh in July (when I call in sick).  Ha!

06 December, 2010

Half a Snow Day is Better Than No Snow Day...

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.

Anyhow, when I finally arrive to my area of the building - no one was there.  All 12 other people that work in the corporate area were late as well.  I asked myself - what the hell was their excuse?  This happens to me all the time.  I live out of town, but am still able to make it in.  By 10:00, a few people were beginning to show up, only to be told by 12:00 we could go home - the office was being shut down.  Another hour and a half drive home and I'm finally able to enjoy my snow day.  I spent more time on the road than I actually did at work today.

Oh well, today I looked like a committed employee, which should buy be some slacker time later on.  Let it snow....

02 December, 2010

Craft Show Photos...

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.  

01 December, 2010

They're Real...

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 the day.  Rest assured, I still care - I just can’t get to you from work and now that I have to shop at the mall, I might be a little late to the party.