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,...