Hope, Time and Love

Hi There,

Just something short and fun. Today I thought I would play with words. Three of them to be exact. Hope, Time and Love. Feel free to bend them to your will, it will be interesting to see what you come up with.

On another note: Yay post #2!

Hope is running amok. Time is making a break for hopeless wasters. Love is settling for the best that it can find and finding it is the best it can hope for. Time will wait for this Love the most.

New Lease on Life

Hi All,

Well, I'm sure you've noticed but it has been quite some time since my last post.

If you haven't noticed then you are probably not actually reading this at this moment. In that case, the point is moot.

Assuming you're reading this let me explain a little about what has gone on.

Kids.

There, you have it.

I'm not sure how or why but the last year has been extremely busy with running and jumping, and no-ing and yes-ing, and breaking and buying, crying and whining and well... you get the picture, not a lot else. Period. That explains a lot.

Politics for example.

Now, as you might have guessed, the littlest of my family are off to school...all day...every day. What is a woman to do? I just realized I've spent eight years doing things for other people almost all day long (depending on the year) and now, I can do things for myself. Who was that again? Well, at least I kind of remember what I like to do. Sort of.

Now, if I could just stop feeling guilty for sending the little ones on their way I could start partying. Maybe drink my coffee in sips instead of glugs, look into daily hygiene, and sit down instead of hovering protectively by the counter. There are some things I would like to work on that would help make the transition to the "normal" world a little less difficult: My hands could use some practice only holding one object at a time, and my brain will need to work on unmultitasking, and I'll have to stop saying "no" at regular intervals. It sounds kind of crazy when you're alone. It also sounds crazy when you say it to strangers. These are all goals that I hope to work towards in the near future. For now though, baby steps.

There. I managed to do one post. Perhaps the future is a little brighter.

My Personality

Hey all,
Well Pirates is now done and I'm finally back and running. Actually ... more like crashing into walls and wondering what to do with myself. Sadly, now that I have finished what I've spent a year of my life doing I'm not sure what to do!

I thought I would take a personality test though to fill in the time. No surprises here ... I am pleased to note that I am the same personality that I was in high school. I must just be a crankier more sleep deprived version that's all. And for those of you who are "up" on the the personality lingo I am a INFJ and yes, yes, I know have joined the 1% of the earth's population with my personality (that explains a lot. It at least explains why people tend to think I'm a little weird. That's my excuse from now on!) Also, if you take a look at the second part of the test ... the multiple intelligences section ... you will notice some very high scores. I could lie and tell you that I am simply intelligent and extremely well rounded... but the fact is they were asking my opinion of things and being a very optimistic person I answered almost every question in the most enthusiastic way possible. Yes sir! I love the outdoors 9 out of 10. Do I think logically, sure I do! But some may beg to differ so 8 out of 10. Do I like parties? Oh boy, good ones are 9 out of 10. Do you get tired after social events? Do I ever! 10 out of 10. Are you kidding? My whole day is a social event and I'm tired! And so it went. Yes, the score looks amazing ... see the glass is half full people, think and become, think and become ... now if I could just get potato chips out of my head I'd be on my way.

Once more into the breach my friends...

Yes, the delinquent is back.

I've been working very hard at my Pirates of Penzance production of late so it has not left me a lot of free time. Although I am practicing a lot of piratey skills like swashbuckling, gun slinging and the singing of elaborately wordy songs, I have not been working on my blogging expertise. As you may have noticed. Ahem. Sorry about that.

Today I am sporting a new and improved cold virus. How do I know? I am a complete medical novice but frankly anything that has been kicking around since December deserves to be new and improved, up for a virus medal, winner of a virus prize etc. etc. How do I know it's a virus then? Because all the doctor's I've seen keep telling me it is one. I keep grossing them out with all the meuchousy, feverish, down right pathetic symptoms and they keep telling me the same thing. It's just a virus ma'am. Nothing to worry about.

Makes you want to invent symptoms, just to prove you sat three hours in the walk in clinic for a good reason. Gooey green scales on your elbow, flame throwing breath, or a weird hankering for fresh metal, for instance. I don't think it would help though. They'd probably just shrug their shoulders, pat me on the back and say. Nothing to worry about ma'am. All the colds this year are going that way.

Doctors are just too hard to impress.

Snow Makes Me Shovel (My Way Out of Snowbanks

Hi there all.
I've decided to enter another contest. I know, I know, I'm just a tad obsessive. Hey, you never know, perhaps one day I could win a couch, or unlimited toothbrushes, I'm not picky. This one looks like fun. I've been challenged to rewrite the words to Carole King's "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman." Here's my version:

Lookin’ out at the falling snow,
I should be so inspired.
Many places have no where to go,
to ski, or sled, or buy snow tires.
But lately I’m so droopy,
can’t open up my eyes,
I just wish I didn’t live where snow flies.

‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...

Driving home just the other day,
Dreaming of sweet Tahiti.
Passed a bus going the other way,
Made me skid and lose my peepee.
And now I sit and wonder,
how life is so unkind,
I’ll have to shovel with pee frozen to my behind!

‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...

And now you’d think I’d be content at home,
sittin’ by a roarin’ fire,
sipping coca, talking on the phone,
while the snow drifts down ever higher.
But I can hear a rumbling,
see a blinking blue light,
Guess what I’ll be doing up before first light?

‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...


If you like it and want to vote for me or even if you just want to rate the other entries go to:

http://www.cbc.ca/canadawrites/

or just click on the title of this post above for a direct link.

Next click on Nov.21 Song and vote for me!

It makes me feel so much better about the snow.

Funniest Ad of the Year?

Hey all,
Just a quick post while I adjust my bunny legs. I had them installed to keep up with the kiddies. Don't ask.

I was taking a brief search around the net and I found this:

http://www.veryfunnyads.com/

Now, in my humble opinion, none of them are very funny. Yet, they are all competing in the "funniest ad of the year" category. So go ahead, peruse and tell me what you think. The Hydro Energy Train is the most funny ... if you can stop being scared of the train long enough to laugh. But perhaps that's just the mood I'm in.

Why Bunny legs? Alright, alright. Suffice it to say that one of them, who shall remain nameless, but was born as a twin and has always been, oh, a little adventuresome, is climbing ... all over. Mt.Vesuvius here we come! Yesterday I found her climbing over the back of her chair, standing on top of the piano bench, and stuffed inside the storage compartment of a bench (she had help for that one!) Not only that, but she locked herself in a dark room yesterday for about five minutes while I searched frantically for something to pop the lock. When she was finally released ... she was laughing. Yes, that's right. Laughing. She's only two years old folks. I should call Richard Branson and book her apprenticeship.
Bunny legs. See what I mean?