Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
So life DOES go on
Through humour, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.
(Bill Cosby)
I came across this quote as I was checking out a blog that I sometimes follow. It really struck home for me since I tend to hide my pain in humour through my writings. Recently I have had to deal with a few blows from life and it was up to me how to handle it. I have let go of a few things that meant a lot to me in order to cope with certain situations. I usually end up talking things over with others that I know but this time I chose to stand on my own and handle the situation in the way it best suits me. It was something that was never real when I look back at certain things. Yes it’s my perception, but isn’t that what life is about? Living life through ones own eyes and not through the eyes of another? It took a few gallons of tears, but now I can smile and laugh about the situation and how it came about. Am I better for having this person enter my life? Yes, I know I am. Can I be friendly (without the snippets of anger showing) when I have contact? I can honestly say yes. Time does heal old wounds and add in a bit of humour and laughter I can handle it without the hurt showing.
So life DOES go on……………………
Gravity dictates that what is heavy in weight when lifted is even heavier in weight when it falls. Just ask my big toe. A big toe may not participate in as many activities as other parts of ones body, and in fact it maybe one of the laziest parts on ones body, but for me, the big toe seems to take all the punishment of my actions. Yes, I did it once again. I broke my toe. Usually it’s my baby toe and usually it’s due to my clumsiness by whacking my toe on a chair leg or table leg that’s when I begin to spew words that would put a sailor to shame. I can’t help but think that had I not had to take the damn thing down to the basement myself I would not have had to find out the painful laws of gravity. Now I am of an age where I have heard almost all imaginative and descriptive words that has graced the English language as well as most slang words. Well holy bejesus; some of the words that spewed passed my lips as the heavy 30lbs of weight crashed down on my big toe would make even the most vocal of English slang users cringe. To say it hurt was putting it mildly. I love the saying “I am woman-hear me roar” and well, I put a whole new spin on that quote! I managed to hobble back up the stairs with cuss words echoing through the house. Even Bentley decided to keep away and found a small hiding spot as I cursed the male species and their lack of use on earth.
Anyway, my toe is broke and has turned the wonderful colour of green, blue, red and purple. I’m reduced to wearing those god awful duck shoes with thick warm socks to work. Oh what a fashion statement I am making!
So life DOES go on……………………………….
(Bill Cosby)
I came across this quote as I was checking out a blog that I sometimes follow. It really struck home for me since I tend to hide my pain in humour through my writings. Recently I have had to deal with a few blows from life and it was up to me how to handle it. I have let go of a few things that meant a lot to me in order to cope with certain situations. I usually end up talking things over with others that I know but this time I chose to stand on my own and handle the situation in the way it best suits me. It was something that was never real when I look back at certain things. Yes it’s my perception, but isn’t that what life is about? Living life through ones own eyes and not through the eyes of another? It took a few gallons of tears, but now I can smile and laugh about the situation and how it came about. Am I better for having this person enter my life? Yes, I know I am. Can I be friendly (without the snippets of anger showing) when I have contact? I can honestly say yes. Time does heal old wounds and add in a bit of humour and laughter I can handle it without the hurt showing.
So life DOES go on……………………
Gravity dictates that what is heavy in weight when lifted is even heavier in weight when it falls. Just ask my big toe. A big toe may not participate in as many activities as other parts of ones body, and in fact it maybe one of the laziest parts on ones body, but for me, the big toe seems to take all the punishment of my actions. Yes, I did it once again. I broke my toe. Usually it’s my baby toe and usually it’s due to my clumsiness by whacking my toe on a chair leg or table leg that’s when I begin to spew words that would put a sailor to shame. I can’t help but think that had I not had to take the damn thing down to the basement myself I would not have had to find out the painful laws of gravity. Now I am of an age where I have heard almost all imaginative and descriptive words that has graced the English language as well as most slang words. Well holy bejesus; some of the words that spewed passed my lips as the heavy 30lbs of weight crashed down on my big toe would make even the most vocal of English slang users cringe. To say it hurt was putting it mildly. I love the saying “I am woman-hear me roar” and well, I put a whole new spin on that quote! I managed to hobble back up the stairs with cuss words echoing through the house. Even Bentley decided to keep away and found a small hiding spot as I cursed the male species and their lack of use on earth.
Anyway, my toe is broke and has turned the wonderful colour of green, blue, red and purple. I’m reduced to wearing those god awful duck shoes with thick warm socks to work. Oh what a fashion statement I am making!
So life DOES go on……………………………….
Sunday, March 13, 2011
What a wonderful feeling to know that I was NOT mistaken!!!!
Well its daylight saving time once again. Time to spring ahead. I’m thinking, or hoping that this new season brings better and brighter things my way.. I have stood up for what I feel is right for me. I have said my piece without harsh vindictive words and I feel good. I have cleaned out the proverbial closet, and I feel a huge weight has been lifted.
I got to work this morning and in all honesty my heart sank when I read there had been a major goof up on a rental that happened yesterday. I actually began to shake as I read the log book.It seemed maybe in my own mind, but it DID seem like a finger had been pointed in my direction. Now I know I have done a few errors lately but I knew I couldn’t have done what was written in both log book and communication book. So taking a deep breath I retrieved the contract and sure enough I was correct and didn’t make a mistake in writing the correct time for the rental. I was so relieved I had the proof it wasn’t my error so I could continue on with my day on a happy note. I was able to write in both the log book and communication book that I was NOT mistaken. I stapled the 2 contracts to the log book page just to show there was no error on my part. Oh what a happy feeling I had!!!!
As I've Matured...
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Bit's and Pieces- Odd's and Ends
Finally I got off my arse and got back into the swing of things. I did 45 minutes of Zumba last night and wow it feel good. The class is actually 1 hour long, but since I have to clock in 15 minutes before my first rental arrives, I have to leave the class 15 minutes early. It’s been a few weeks since I actually participated in the class and I never realized how much I missed it. With the infectious music still beating in my mind it made for a wonderful night at work even though it was raining. “Suck it up princess” is a phrase I can now say I have done fully in this instance. I have figured out that I am me and can not be what others want or perceive me to be. I have had many talks with a few people and even though they stood beside me and helped me stand back up, it was me who had to dust off myself and say ok enough damn it, back to the real world now. My children are now grown so I do have the right to say “It’s all about me!” I am back with a new attitude to live life to its fullest and make every day count for myself, and not other people. If others can’t accept that then it’s their problem not mine.
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It’s funny how one conversation can bring back flashes of memories that just fill you with laughter. That happened today as I talked with a good friend. Our talk started off innocent enough and went from talking about pedicures and manicures to wearing a cross your heart bra. It brought to mind the day I went for an actual bra fitting. Oprah actually got me thinking about it since I was sure I was not wearing the right bra. Now I am pretty open minded and not a lot embarrasses me but that day I was mortified. I walked into the shop with pride and dignity thinking I simply going to be measured and shown a range of colours and styles. Well I was measured and then the lady who was in her late 60’s and actually looked like she was FROM the 60’s, took me to the area where my size was and proceeded to show my all that was available. I chose 3 different types and stayed with the basic colours tan, black and white. She then led me to a change room and told me to try them all on. I was to ring the bell when I had the first one on. Now I really have no problem standing in just my bra, but when I rang the bell and she came, stepped into the change room and closed the door I got a wee bit uncomfortable. I was told to raise my arms above my head while she touched and prodded trying to see if the girls were sitting lady like inside the cups. She told me to extend my arms out to the sides and before I knew it she had one hand inside the cup manoeuvring one girl into its proper place. In a weird way I was glad she was looking at the said girl instead of my face because she would have seen my look of shock that was now blanketing my entire face. I quickly looked down at her hands and then just as quickly looked away. Its cool the different patterns one can see on the ceiling when one concentrates hard enough. Well after her hand cupped, manoeuvred and sat first one girl inside the cup and then the other she said it looked good. I looked down, meekly smiled and nodded. She suggested I try on the others but I politely declined. I bought the style I was fitted into and bought the same bra in the 3 basic colours, then I quickly left the store. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not prude, but when one is not expecting the girls to be handled, mauled and to be placed strategically into cups, it’s not the best experience. I will say that those bras are kept for special occasions when the girls need a little pep. Other than that, it’s the Walmart brand for me. I just put the girls where they belong and off I go!
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It’s funny how one conversation can bring back flashes of memories that just fill you with laughter. That happened today as I talked with a good friend. Our talk started off innocent enough and went from talking about pedicures and manicures to wearing a cross your heart bra. It brought to mind the day I went for an actual bra fitting. Oprah actually got me thinking about it since I was sure I was not wearing the right bra. Now I am pretty open minded and not a lot embarrasses me but that day I was mortified. I walked into the shop with pride and dignity thinking I simply going to be measured and shown a range of colours and styles. Well I was measured and then the lady who was in her late 60’s and actually looked like she was FROM the 60’s, took me to the area where my size was and proceeded to show my all that was available. I chose 3 different types and stayed with the basic colours tan, black and white. She then led me to a change room and told me to try them all on. I was to ring the bell when I had the first one on. Now I really have no problem standing in just my bra, but when I rang the bell and she came, stepped into the change room and closed the door I got a wee bit uncomfortable. I was told to raise my arms above my head while she touched and prodded trying to see if the girls were sitting lady like inside the cups. She told me to extend my arms out to the sides and before I knew it she had one hand inside the cup manoeuvring one girl into its proper place. In a weird way I was glad she was looking at the said girl instead of my face because she would have seen my look of shock that was now blanketing my entire face. I quickly looked down at her hands and then just as quickly looked away. Its cool the different patterns one can see on the ceiling when one concentrates hard enough. Well after her hand cupped, manoeuvred and sat first one girl inside the cup and then the other she said it looked good. I looked down, meekly smiled and nodded. She suggested I try on the others but I politely declined. I bought the style I was fitted into and bought the same bra in the 3 basic colours, then I quickly left the store. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not prude, but when one is not expecting the girls to be handled, mauled and to be placed strategically into cups, it’s not the best experience. I will say that those bras are kept for special occasions when the girls need a little pep. Other than that, it’s the Walmart brand for me. I just put the girls where they belong and off I go!
Monday, March 7, 2011
A peek into my weekend window
What a weird weekend. First, all the rain and then to wake up to yet another joke from Mother Nature and Old Man Winter. I guess they think they have a sense of humour. I’m sorry, I’m just seeing their humour!
Even though Saturday was filled with rain it turned out to be a good day. I had a few hours of work at the center and then it was home to relax for a bit, then change and make our way out to Camp 31 in Paris. The dinner was excellent. How could it not be as we sat by the back window and watched them manually smoke the many dozens of ribs under the wooden shelter? Camp 31 is known for their Southern style smoked ribs and ohhhhhhhh can you smell the delicious aroma even as you get out of your car to enter the small restaurant. The décor is absolutely amazing if one likes the old cabin style. It’s so cosy and really makes a person feel like they are actually inside an old fashion wood cabin. It was a dinner filled with many laughs and plain old gossip. Yes we did gossip about others but oh well. After the stress of the last month I didn’t really care. Between children, cancer scares, work, a car accident and then the battle of words when it comes to the Insurance Adjuster, amongst many other personal related problems, we all needed a release from our own realities. After finishing our dinner, we paid and walked out the door where upon seeing a family of deer walking across the field out back of the restaurant. It was almost picture perfect as the fog was slowly swirling around the soaked ground while 7 deer nonchalantly made their way across the barren field in the pouring rain. We watched for a bit and then our group dispersed for the evening to make our way back to our prospective homes. Now it was time for my favourite part of an early evening. A leisurely bubble bath with my music playing and a glass of wine to boot. What a way to end a soggy windy Saturday!!
Yesterday morning I awakened to another blast of old man winter. It didn’t look to bad and actually looked quite pretty outside, until I began to shovel off the deck. Under all that pretty white snow was a mixture of ice and slush. Bentley just loved all the new snow while Abby slowly and carefully made her way to the back of the yard to do her business. She was not a happy camper and once done she slowly made her way back, gave a small grunt at the door commanding me to let her back inside so she could go back to her warm blanket. After clearing just enough snow to get to the truck, clean it off and then start it to warm up and melt the thick sheen of ice covering it, I went back inside to get ready for work.
Once at work I had to do the same thing. I cleared a few pathways from the driveway to the doors and then salted the entrance ways. I had just finished when the first group arrived. Now my day was beginning. As usual a coffee was delivered to me by one of the regulars. Only this time it was an xl coffee. Seems he had a major house warming party the night before and needed an xl as well so he grabbed one for me. I bit back a laugh because he really did look in rough shape. It turned out to be a quiet day so all was good.
Today I woke up and could not get warm for the life of me. With a steaming mug of coffee beside me and curled up under a fuzzy warm blanket I chatted on Facebook for a bit and then went and warmed up with a long leisurely shower. I made myself another coffee, curled up on the couch again and turned on a show I normally never watch. I stopped being interested in the Maury Povich when all his shows became about DNA testing and girls who need it to figure out who their baby daddy is. Well today was really a heart wrenching one that went beyond the so called norm of reality TV. It was 3 girls, 16, 15 and 14. Just babies in most of our eyes. Anyway these teenage girls were wild and out of control. The poor mothers were in tears begging and pleading their daughters to please stop their wild behaviour. One Mother even cried that her daughter was killing her inside. That girl just pfft and rolled her eyes. Maury himself said he had never had teens this far gone thus leading him to air this episode for everyone to witness. I won’t get into the whole show but the heart wrenching part was so real you could actually see the look of shock on these teens faces. Each teen went with a guest speaker, had a private chat to try and figure out what was happening in their lives to make them behave this way. Then each teen was taken to a funeral home and lead to a casket. When it was opened, their mothers were laying as still as possible inside. It was heart wrenching watching these young girls see their moms inside this box. It certainly was memorable in a horrible shocking way. As the show ended each girl was sobbing and saying how they want to change. One can only hope they do. Sometimes it really does take a shocking thing to make one change.
Even though Saturday was filled with rain it turned out to be a good day. I had a few hours of work at the center and then it was home to relax for a bit, then change and make our way out to Camp 31 in Paris. The dinner was excellent. How could it not be as we sat by the back window and watched them manually smoke the many dozens of ribs under the wooden shelter? Camp 31 is known for their Southern style smoked ribs and ohhhhhhhh can you smell the delicious aroma even as you get out of your car to enter the small restaurant. The décor is absolutely amazing if one likes the old cabin style. It’s so cosy and really makes a person feel like they are actually inside an old fashion wood cabin. It was a dinner filled with many laughs and plain old gossip. Yes we did gossip about others but oh well. After the stress of the last month I didn’t really care. Between children, cancer scares, work, a car accident and then the battle of words when it comes to the Insurance Adjuster, amongst many other personal related problems, we all needed a release from our own realities. After finishing our dinner, we paid and walked out the door where upon seeing a family of deer walking across the field out back of the restaurant. It was almost picture perfect as the fog was slowly swirling around the soaked ground while 7 deer nonchalantly made their way across the barren field in the pouring rain. We watched for a bit and then our group dispersed for the evening to make our way back to our prospective homes. Now it was time for my favourite part of an early evening. A leisurely bubble bath with my music playing and a glass of wine to boot. What a way to end a soggy windy Saturday!!
Yesterday morning I awakened to another blast of old man winter. It didn’t look to bad and actually looked quite pretty outside, until I began to shovel off the deck. Under all that pretty white snow was a mixture of ice and slush. Bentley just loved all the new snow while Abby slowly and carefully made her way to the back of the yard to do her business. She was not a happy camper and once done she slowly made her way back, gave a small grunt at the door commanding me to let her back inside so she could go back to her warm blanket. After clearing just enough snow to get to the truck, clean it off and then start it to warm up and melt the thick sheen of ice covering it, I went back inside to get ready for work.
Once at work I had to do the same thing. I cleared a few pathways from the driveway to the doors and then salted the entrance ways. I had just finished when the first group arrived. Now my day was beginning. As usual a coffee was delivered to me by one of the regulars. Only this time it was an xl coffee. Seems he had a major house warming party the night before and needed an xl as well so he grabbed one for me. I bit back a laugh because he really did look in rough shape. It turned out to be a quiet day so all was good.
Today I woke up and could not get warm for the life of me. With a steaming mug of coffee beside me and curled up under a fuzzy warm blanket I chatted on Facebook for a bit and then went and warmed up with a long leisurely shower. I made myself another coffee, curled up on the couch again and turned on a show I normally never watch. I stopped being interested in the Maury Povich when all his shows became about DNA testing and girls who need it to figure out who their baby daddy is. Well today was really a heart wrenching one that went beyond the so called norm of reality TV. It was 3 girls, 16, 15 and 14. Just babies in most of our eyes. Anyway these teenage girls were wild and out of control. The poor mothers were in tears begging and pleading their daughters to please stop their wild behaviour. One Mother even cried that her daughter was killing her inside. That girl just pfft and rolled her eyes. Maury himself said he had never had teens this far gone thus leading him to air this episode for everyone to witness. I won’t get into the whole show but the heart wrenching part was so real you could actually see the look of shock on these teens faces. Each teen went with a guest speaker, had a private chat to try and figure out what was happening in their lives to make them behave this way. Then each teen was taken to a funeral home and lead to a casket. When it was opened, their mothers were laying as still as possible inside. It was heart wrenching watching these young girls see their moms inside this box. It certainly was memorable in a horrible shocking way. As the show ended each girl was sobbing and saying how they want to change. One can only hope they do. Sometimes it really does take a shocking thing to make one change.
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