Journey & Adventure

My boss is still crazy – no doubt about it.   He’s a make work kind of person and instead of just answering a question, he in return asks about three more.   By carrying on with this circular questioning, he’s postponing actually having to focus on making a decision.   I’m wise to his “stall tactics” and now, I’m managing to think 3 steps ahead and have the answers before he asks them.   This drives him slightly more crazy than usual.    If I can manage to push one person over the edge in a day, I’ve fulfilled my life’s goal.    I LOVE my job…   Speaking of jobs – I had my 6 month review on Friday.   It went as I suspected and I am now slightly richer with the modest raise that came along with passing my probationary period.    I don’t consider this a big deal because according to the HR Manager – “Nobody gets fired from here, unless of course you feel the need to jump off the building naked.”   Hmmm… that left...

When I was last with you, it was Thursday and now it is Wednesday.   Where did the week go?     So our weather here in Canada is still hit and miss – it’s been colder and wetter than usual and we seem to only be averaging 2 days of sunshine per week and these days usually occur during the week when I happen to be working.   Even with the poor weather, its lilac season here in the great white north.   Lilacs are one of my favorite flowers and the bonus – they grow wild all over the place, which allows me to pick bunches and bunches of them.   Unfortunately, they don’t last long but while they do, I enjoy every minute of their beautifulness.   There is a garter snake living in my flower garden.   I’m not enthused with this new resident, but I can’t seem to convince J to relocate him for me before he turns into a man eater.    So now, I’m forced to stomp, clomp and swing my shovel around like a wild woman before ...

Spring is upon us and this is what I've found in my garden yesterday.   Have a great weekend!  I'm super stoked - it's a long weekend here in Canada...whooo hooo! 

I didn’t bother to blog about when it occurred because I was still pissed off about the situation.  I’ve somewhat come to terms with it now, so here goes…   Mother’s Day isn’t overly important to me.   I don’t expect to be showered with cards, gifts, or flowers.   That’s not my style.   What I was hoping for was a low-key breakfast with my boys at my favorite breakfast spot…Denny’s.   That was not to be.   We arrived at Denny’s by 9:00 a.m. on Mother’s Day only to find that the parking lot was full and there was a line up out the door.     This in itself was surprising to me for a couple of reasons – (1) Denny’s is fairly new to Canada and doesn't have many hardcore followers like myself; and (2) This particular Denny’s is located at a truck stop on the highway – not the typical location you would expect a bunch of snobby, yuppy mothers to be any other day of the week, let alone on Mother’s Day.   Th...

Oh, and he's paranoid too. That's all I have to say.

I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth – yet.  I just can’t keep up and there are many things in my life that are being neglected.   This Blog – I love blogging, but I haven’t been able to come up with anything interesting or intriguing to say.   Blogger and Gmail has been completely blocked from my work computer, so this makes it extremely difficult to blog or even read blogs.   By the time evening comes along, I have a million other things to do at home and blogging hasn’t made its way up the list.   It frustrates me and I feel like I’ve failed miserably at something that I enjoy doing.     My apologies to everyone…   Exercise – What is that?   Does the hour I spend in physiotherapy for my sore neck each week count?   It’s been at least 3 weeks since I’ve worked out.   Not good…   Me –   Let’s see – I need to get back to eating healthy.   I need a haircut, a pedicure, a manicure, a fac...

On Tomatoes…   The Boy:   What should I do with a half of a tomato?   Me:         Um…wrap it up and leave it on the counter.   The Boy:     But, I already put it in the refrigerator.   Me:         Then why did you ask me what to do with it?     The Boy:   I dunno.   Me:    By the way, what are you doing with a tomato?   (I ask because he hasn’t eaten a sliced tomato since he was 2)   The Boy:   I made a sandwich.   Me:         But you don’t like tomatoes.   The Boy:     I still don’t like tomatoes.   I didn’t do it for me.   It was done for the sake of the sandwich.   Me:   Stop texting me.                  ...

It was a busy weekend and before I knew what happened, Monday showed up like an uninvited family member and I already have more than enough of those in my life.   Life is getting back to normal (or at least my version of it) now that The Boy has moved back home.     I will be the first to admit that he seems to have matured a little by being away.   He’s not complaining when asked to do things, he does things without being asked, he doesn’t have to be reminded to do things and he’s even doing his own laundry.     Now, I’m thinking about sending J away for a little while, so maybe he picks up on some of those same life skills…   Speaking of J, he has now officially entered into the world of selling his photographs.   He became an Etsy seller (Imagine It Photos) last week.   A first, he wasn’t sold on the idea of Etsy, as he believed it sounded “too artsy fartsy” and was more of a “girly” thing.   He’s changed his mi...

I’d love nothing more than to leave everything behind and runaway to somewhere far away, where responsibility and reality can’t find me.     Will you join me?   I'm not running from anything in particular.   I'm certainly not unhappy with my current life.    I'm very blessed and thankful for what I have.   It’s just that I yearn for something else, something different, something unknown.    Don't take it personally...   We were born with expectations placed upon us – school, marriage, career, children, retirement plans.     Why can’t society just leave us alone and let us be?   Let us be us, not the expectation of what we should be?   What happened to our dreams?   If I run, will you follow or will you just watch as I leave?   Are you too afraid of what we might find or too insecure to leave what you know?   “Let your mind start a journey ...