Journey & Adventure

I love this and thought you might too...   By Nadine Stair, age 85 If I had my life to live over, I’d try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have on this trip. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances, I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets. I would burn more gasoline. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I am one of those people who lives practically and sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another. Instead of living so many years ahead each day. I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had t

How have you been doing?  It’s been a while since we’ve been in touch and I note that you’ve been ignoring my Friend Request on Facebook; so one can only assumed that you are pissed at me.  What could I have possibly done to make you so spiteful to my needs?  Are you still angry at me for calling you a bitch?  You should not take that one personally - I call everyone a bitch.  You should actually consider it a term of endearment.  *smiles* In the interest of our ongoing friendship, may I suggest a truce?  Here’s what I propose – I won’t slander you or your work for the remainder of the month, if you just do me one solid favor.    What’s the favor you may ask?  Well, I’m sort of in need of a “mental health day”, but because I don’t want to use any of my sick days because I like to save those for when I’m not actually sick (you know to screw around for the day in the warmer months) and I can’t possible use any of my holidays for thin

Gumby - 40ft underwater, Bonaire, Netherland Antilles

This past weekend, I had the opportunity to spend some time with myself.  For a few blissful hours on Saturday, I wasn’t a mother, I wasn’t a spouse, I wasn’t an employee.  I was just me.  This was the first time in what seems like forever, that I was able to take a drive in my car and be myself.  I didn’t have to be on my way to work or play taxi service to my son and his friends or run errands, grocery shop or do anything I didn’t want to do.  I was able to leave my house, free of responsibilities.   With the sun shining though my car window, I stopped at the local coffee shop for a “to go” cup and then started out to my destination.   It was nice to know I was headed to a destination of choice, not necessity.   I didn’t even bother to turn on the radio.  I was alone with myself.     It was nice to get reacquainted with me.  I like me.

A big thank you goes out to Miss Angie @ My So-Called Chaos for this wonderful award.   It’s always nice to receive awards, comments, treats, flowers, jewelry…you get the picture...gifts of any kind are welcomed here.  Thank you Miss Angie! Make sure you visit Miss Angie @ My So-Called Chaos .  I should mention she shares fabulous recipes with her readers, so what other incentive to you need to pay her a visit. Instructions: 1. List 4 things that keep your inner self beautiful. 2. List 4 things that keep you physically beautiful. 3. Tell us about a precious memory you keep close to your heart. [Optional] 4. Share this award with 5 other people that you think have a beautiful heart too. 5. Link the blogs of the people you chose and link the person's blog who awarded you. 6. Have fun! #1 - How do I keep my inner self beautiful? I’m not afraid to stand up for myself

The saga of my neighbors in the HR Department continues.  As hard as they are to believe, these are true stories – based on true accounts.  I try not to engage these individuals in conversation because, honestly - I just don’t have the energy.  BUT since I happen to sit in close vicinity to them, I can’t hide from their stupid questions or avoid getting sucked into their conversations. HR Assistant:     (yelling over the wall at me) - How do you spell “dub-a-u”? Me:   Huh? HR Assistant:   I said, how do you spell “dub-ah-u”? Me:   Do you have something in your mouth?  What language are you speaking? HR Assistant:   I’m not speaking anything.  I’m trying to type the word “dub-a-hu” and spell check is telling me it is spelled wrong. Me:   Are you trying the type the word “W”, as in the letter “W”, as in I’m taking a WALK? HR Assistan

On my way into work this morning, I was contemplating the topic of today’s post.  I was debating whether to post about the Olympics, the potholes that litter my commute route, the hazards of 4-way stops or the emergence of skunks from their winter slumber.  Ladies and gentlemen – you have been spared my tedium…at least for today.  Respectfully Yours @ Here’s What I Think came along and bestowed this fantastic award on yours truly.  If you haven’t already taken a lookey at her blog, you really need to.  She is a fellow Canuck (what more is there to say), she’s witty, honest and quite honestly, I’m not sure how’s she has survived some of her daily fiascos without being arrested or at least banned for life from The Glen Abbey Golf Course. "This award means you're really going places, Baby. You'll still be blogging about your great adventures 10 years from now, and I'll still be reading them."

Words cannot express my feelings - WTH?  Not that I follow the fashion of the skating world, but I do know that this was a faux pas.  Shame on their costume designer...

Today is a holiday here in Ontario, Canada - it's Family Day.  This is a newly formed holiday - last year was the first.  I'm not complaining, it's obviously great to have a paid day off in February and as the names goes, it's meant for families.   So here I sit with my family, sharing quality time, watching a wholesome family movie - Zombieland.  Nothing says family like the undead.

Thanks to Renée's recent post, I was reminded of this commercial. I can't help but feeling sorry for poor Salty, even though he will certainly raise your blood pressure. 

Instead of the usual mushy love notes, chocolate hearts, flowers and pathetic teddy bears that seem to be cluttering store shelves this time of year, I wanted to bring you something a little different. Let me introduce you to a new line of greeting cards…   ROMANCE Looking back over the years that we've been together, I can't help but wonder... "What the hell was I thinking?" ***** C ongratulations on your wedding day! Too bad no one likes your husband. ***** I 've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love After having met you .. I've changed my mind. ***** I must admit, you brought Religion into my life. I never believed in Hell until I met you. ***** As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am... That you're not here to ruin it for me. ***** When we were together, you always said you'd die for me. Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you

“Know Before You Go…What the Guidebooks Won’t Tell You” PLEASE NOTE:  The facts presented here may or may not have been exaggerated, but they have been based on true life experiences – by me.  I should also point out that this is not a paid advertisement. I should also point out that the opinions expressed here are my own and while I’ve poked fun at the experiences, they were truly unique and I enjoyed every moment of them.  This week’s travel advisory/tip is brought to you by Ecuador and more particularly, the E cuadorian Cloud Forest . Things you should know: Your bus driver/guide believes his bus is surrounded by an imaginary force-field and that he is invincible to oncoming traffic, ravines or pedestrians.  He will take great pride in getting you to your destination in record time, regardless of the cost or loss of life – including yours, his or anyone else that gets in his way.    In summary, they are bat sh

I’m still struggling with nothing.  I typically have something to say, but certainly not today.  My co-workers have developed the common sense to keep their mouths shut, so that material has dried up for the time being.  There haven’t been any new management fiascos to focus my energy on, so I’m left with a gaping hole of nothingness on that front.  It’s still winter and I’m sure that by now you have concluded that I despise winter, so there isn’t any new material there.  I’ve completely lost the willingness to even log onto Facebook since certain “friends” have become a festering sore in my side.  Truth be told, I’m getting a cold and am just not thinking clearly and everyone knows you need clarity if you’re going to intelligently rant about something.  It’s pretty bad when I don’t even have the energy to muster up a single thing to bitch about. I’m going home to bed.

If you're looking for some great entertainment, be sure to pop over and visit The Un Mom . If you're looking for some other form of entertainment, read on. My son received his first college acceptance letter in the mail. He has been accepted to the Multimedia Production & Design Technician program at Humber College in Toronto. He’s still holding out for the Film and Television Production program. I’m hopeful his wishes will come true. My baby boy is growing up and now, I have the tuition bill to prove it. I’m so proud of him, but at the same time, I’m not sure I’m 100% in love with the idea. *sigh* Most days, I’m still in love my husband, but I’m not sure how I feel about sharing an “empty nest” with him. God help us both. That’s enough about that depressing subject… My boss will be returning from his vacation today. Not that he is a bad guy or anything, but I’ll be the first to admit that I like my job much better when he is out of the office.