"Everything you can imagine is real." Pablo Picasso

Ones imagination can be used in many ways. Some people, including myself, like to use our imagination with writing, and some people lose themselves in their artistic talent of drawing. But there is nothing that can be compared to the imagination of a child. During my years of working with children, I have encountered many imaginative minds and I’m always amazed at what little minds can accomplish. There is one child we have that has a very vivid and innocent quality to his imagination. At 4 years old his vocabulary is outstanding and could even put some adults to shame with words and sentences that seem to glide past his lips. Last week a group of children proclaimed my P.I.C. to be the super hero “Wonder Woman”. Today I was proclaimed to be “Super Girl”. I couldn’t help but chuckle since I haven’t been called a girl in many decades. I asked this particular child what my super powers were and with a very serious face he said; “You have the powers of the sun. You can shine down on everyone and keep the evil spirits and ghosts away from the Island.” Now to me, that’s a very big honour since I have been entrusted with keeping everyone safe. I then asked him what costume “Super Girl” wears. He was dead serious as he thought for a moment and then stated that “Super Girl” wears a blue and white striped shirt, blue coloured jeans, a watch and ear rings. Ironically that was the exact outfit that I was wearing. It really fascinated me how this child used some reality mixed in with his imagination to create such a wonderful childhood scenario.

Happy Victoria Day!

I hope everyone was able to enjoy their May 24 weekend (even though it falls on the 18th this year). It's the first offical start to the up and comming Summer season. yaaaaa!!!!!!

Check or Fold?????????

The wind was strong as the frosty air started to blanket the darkening city. The music was playing quietly in the back ground with the 2 gentle giants keeping watch over the room. I tried not to flinch as the pile began to grow in the middle of the table. I was getting good at keeping the others from reading my expressions, but I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it up. I knew this could be it for me. I could either come out ahead or I’d lose everything. All eyes seemed to be watching me, waiting for some kind of reaction. This was it. It was my turn. I looked up and smiled as I slowly pushed my bid into the middle of the table. I was risking it all, but I had no choice. Hopefully they wouldn’t sense the fear that lurked just behind my eyes. I swallowed hard just as the person beside me groaned and threw down his hand and pushed away from the table. The person next to him decided to withdraw as well and folded. That left only 2 of us. He continued to stare at me and pushed another bid into the middle. I had gone to far, but it was to late to turn back. I smiled and pushed my bid next to his. Ironically Kenny Rogers began to croon out “You got to know when to hold em. Know when to fold em. Know when to walk away and know when to run…” I never took my eyes off of his. He tried to stare me down, but I held strong. Finally he moved. Even the gentle giants felt his disappointment and looked up curiously as he shook his head and finally decided to fold. I smiled and exhaled the breath that had been building up inside my lungs. I reached to the middle of the table and pulled the pot towards me. I couldn’t believe what I had just accomplished. I had nothing in my hand. It was totally useless, yet I once again bluffed my way through it. I looked at the time and declared that it was late and I had to get home. I smiled proudly as I gathered up my winnings and carefully filled my money-bag (I’m so glad the Glad invented the zip-lock baggies). With hugs and kisses exchanged between everyone I slipped into the frosty night air a few pounds heavier than when I first arrived. I’ll be the first to admit that “draw poker” between good friends makes for a very fun night!!!

Me, Me and Me

Lately I have been feeling a bit out of sorts. I’m not sure what it’s all about or what brought it on, but it does kind of suck. It’s not that I’m drowning in silent tears or that I want to isolate myself, it’s just a blah feeling. I tried in so many ways to keep this feeling under control, but to no avail. Joking around and trying to pretend that all is wonderful in my little corner of reality didn’t make a difference. Wednesday night after my weekly zumba fitness class I was literally exhausted both mentally and physically and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to take much more so instead of continuing to wallow in my own what ever the hell it is that I’m wallowing in, I decided to have a “me” day.

My “me” day consisted on doing absolutely nothing. The weather wasn’t the greatest and it was windy as hell, but the sun was shinning. I sat outside for awhile and let the wind blow off as much emotional discharge as possible. I then soaked in the tub with my music blasting. After I relaxed for a bit more I decided on the spur of the moment to treat myself to something I’ve always wanted to do but never did. It sure felt good taking time for me and just concentrating on me, myself and I.

It’s amazing how just treating one’s self to a “me” day can make you feel good again!!

“to touch the silence deep within your mind can sometimes be lonely, yet soothing and powerful” …..Douglas Novack

Can you really teach and old dog new tricks????

I’ve always considered myself a pretty confidant person in many aspects of life, until it comes to a thing called “Class”. No, I’m not talking about any self esteem issues, nor am I talking about any type of attitude. The Class I am talking about took close to 2 hours to learn. It consists of many different areas and if I’m not careful I could wreak havoc on unsuspecting people. I had my first try at using the “Class” that I was taught and now I’m just waiting to see if I have what it takes.

My Spring Time Guests

Bodily harm or just Bottled up!

Spring is now in full bloom thanks to all the rain we have gotten. The usual flood warnings are being issued and the lawns are now covered in dandelions. I do have to admit that even though we have certainly received our fair share of rain, it is wonderful to feel the warm sun on my face as well as look out the window and see GREEN! Tulips, daffodils and crocuses are taking center stage along side the nesting birds. My yearly friends are back and are busy constructing their temporary home in the upper left hand corner of my front porch. Soon that corner will be filled with the sounds of hungry youngsters and not to long after that my yearly friends and their offspring will embark on a new and exciting life.

Now I will push Mother Nature gently aside, inhale deeply, clench my hands into fists and then slowly let my breath out before I type the very next word


GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, that felt a wee bit better. Looks around and smiles. Please excuse that outburst and I did try to contain my wording by not typing swear words, although if there was one phrase that I would want to use it would be “what the %^&* is their problem?????
Recently I have been witness to as well as being the recipient of someone’s unbalanced, unhinged emotional behaviour. This person has lied about me, talked about me behind my back, did some really petty and whacked out things at the work place in order for me to be blamed, and those are only a few examples of what’s been going on. Luckily my supervisor has not taken anything this person has said or done seriously, but that doesn’t stop the anger and resentment that has started to boil inside me. Now I know this person has been having their own issues and finding it hard to cope with the changes that have occurred, but hells bells, don’t blame me. I have hiked up my big girl panties so high that I’m walking around with a virtual wedgy. People have tried talking to this person but to no avail. This person just seems to put on the whoa is me face and expect everyone to surrender, smile and let this persons behaviour slide. Well not any more. At least not from me. We all have our own personal drama to contend with and life is not easy for anyone. If we all brought our personal life to work each and every day it would not be called the “work” place any more!

To this person all I can say is this………………………..Credo che il suo momento di andare in pensione!!!!!!!!