Thursday, July 1, 2010

I spy with my little eye, something that is blue...

   There I was, minding my own business, tending to my delightful two children. We were waiting for our raved-over gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. The market was busy around us with people coming and going. We had been handed chocolates by one vendor, given lollipops by an acquaintance that I recognized, but struggled to place, and asked to help ourselves from a candy bowl at another vendor. The kids were getting pretty hopped up on sugar levels, but I vainly hoped that some semi-nutritious food would be ingested by them. What can I say? I am an optimist. A little slow sometimes, but I like to dream. 
    Struggling to control a sugary situation that was rapidly threatening to degenerate I looked around desperate for perhaps a topic for an eye-spy game. That is when I saw this;  something BLUE.


   I had noticed several people come in a side door while we were waiting. Most people wandered straight to the nearby deli counter and pondered over pepperettes or pastrami. A young woman walked in and headed in the same direction pushing a carriage. Not a big deal to one familiar with pushing along similar four-wheeled contraptions. This one caught my eye though. For one it was fabulously bright (no second-hand purchases for this spoiled baby here!), and definitely Blue. A movement in the carriage made me stare, forgetting that my own darling princesses were licking the table clean of its sugary drips. The occupant of the stroller was hairy. Really hairy! So hairy that I brought my purse to my lap and quickly dug for my camera in the bowels of its contents. 
   "Quick, quick," my mind screamed, as the stroller was pushed further away. I tried to casually point the object of my obsession out to my own perfect little angels. 
    "Look at the stroller," I said.
   The girls strained to turn in their seats. 
   "Do you see what is in it?" I asked.
   They shook their head at first, then clapped their sticky little hands in delight. You probably cannot tell what is in the stroller from my last ditch effort at snapping a clandestine photo, but I will give you a hint;

 FOR PETS ONLY!

A blue ride for man's best friend or in this case, Mama's little baby! 


Oh, and by the by, I hooked this little tale up to Theme Thursday to try something different. Not sure if it works, but worth a whirl. Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Ferris Wheel


Way up high flying
on first-time ferris wheel dreams
eyes joyful in flight.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Live. Today on the main stage: ME!


I stumbled across this Meme over at f8hasit. Nancy is a pretty funny lady, so I heartily laughed my way through her list . As I wandered merrily along my way in the  big ole blog-o-sphere, to my surprise I found another copy of it. What to my wondering eyes should appear, but a link to Me over at Suzicate's site tagging me in the game as well! With such beautiful words from her, I cannot help but play along. My friend Suzicate is a pretty funny lady when she wants to be as well, although I think I love her poetry best. The game here is to share 25 things that you didn't know about me or might not have wanted to know at all! Hah haa! This might take a while, but I will rack my brain to see if I can drudge out a thought or two to tickle you with. 
1. I was very shy as a child, hiding behind my Mother's legs, until it drove her nuts. Most people are shocked by that, as I have been told that I never shut up nowadays.
2. I have webbed toes. On my left foot, two of my twos are joined up to the last knuckle. People were always teasing me about being a good swimmer and called me a duck as a kid. Haha, I exclaim for the millionth time. Yes, you won't ever find a toe ring here!
3. I did not aspire to be a mini-van driving Mama, but it happened anyway. I was quite content to toodle around in my little Honda Civic and pretend I was a race car driver, but those days are long gone. Now I am the driver of an Idon'tCaravan and I treat it like a truck. I can jam in a Christmas tree, lumber, groceries and hordes of screaming children. Sometimes even at the same time. I just wish for the limousine glass that I could roll back up for privacy's sake. The closest I get is the volume dial on the stereo...
4. I was the teacher's pet most of the way through primary school. I had a very small handful of girlfriends, but mostly kept to myself reading books, studying and pulling off top marks in school. That  all changed when I hit high school.
5. When I started high school, I retained some of my quiet ways, but quickly added to my friendship circle. While there was a whack of us who became friends, we were kind of the fringe party of RHHS; Gina, Rocker, Punker, Goth Chicks, Rapper, JAP, Surfer Chick, Smart nerdy girl (Not really even me by the time high school was done!), Churchy girl, laid-back pot-smoking west coaster. A little mish-mash of groups that did not exist in other corners, so we banded together and made it mostly work. Go ahead and guess where I fit in :)
6. I hate to clean. I should be cleaning my house right now, as friends are coming over for dinner, but I am sitting at the computer again. Sigh, perhaps I should finish my list later...
7. I often need the pressure to be on for me to accomplish things, especially if they are not exactly favourite activities. Yes, I got my bathroom cleaned, but the floor did not see the mop. For shame, for shame.
8. At the age of 18 you are legal to vote in Canada. My Mom came home so excited to take me out to vote for the first time. She was shocked to find me in the bathroom surrounded by piles of blonde hair with my sister and step-brother shaving my head. I left some bangs for a chelsea-cut style that I thought looked kind of cool. She did not. She turned around and left and voted without me. Once I brushed all the little hairs off the back of my neck, I went and voted with my step-father. 
9. I kept the shaved head for eight months. At that point I jumped into a station wagon with my boyfriend at the time and a buddy of his for a road trip out to BC. I was away from a razor, so turned from a fuzzy peach to a mottled shag. It eventually grew back thicker. As my hair had always been baby fine, I was cool with that. My sister's boyfriend thinks that she should shave her head to make her hair thicker. She has not acquiesced thus far.
10. I have been writing this blog for over a year now and writing most every day for about seven months. I am so proud of myself for sticking with it and love what the experience has brought me thus far. Namely YOU, reading today, your comments and the confidence and skill it is offering my writing.
11. When I started this blog, it was with the thought that it would be another writing outlet and would potentially make me some money. Well, the money isn't exactly pouring in, but opportunities are presenting themselves that offer potential. The best part though is that I am loving the writing and would never have dreamed of the support that is out there! Yippee blogging!
12. I work with an artist, but have so little artistic skill that I wonder why they keep me some days. Again, with practice I guess we get better at everything.
13. I have painted every room in my house, but my bedroom. Aside from help in the kitchen and back doorway (with high ceilings that I just did not feel like challenging myself to), I have painted all of those rooms myself, including the ceilings. Again, I like to think that practice makes for a better skill. Saving my room for last :-)
14. I have used a wet-saw tile cutter and loved it. I cut all the tiles for the bathroom floor in our basement. Girl power!
15. Power tools generally make me nervous or downright scare the bejesus out of me. I have too vivid an imagination.
16. I worked in a body shop (automotive repair facility you dirty people!) for over four years. I sometimes believe therefore that some knowledge about cars was gleaned by me. I will wiggle under my van staring at the undercarriage and realize that - osmosis doesn't work like that.
17. While I don't mind getting my hands dirty in the garden, I HATED getting my fingers dirty eating dinner as a child. I wouldn't eat wings, ribs or most things you had to pick up with your hands. I still won't eat ribs, unless I am being polite.
18. As a good Canadian, I am polite most of the time, but I will refuse your bacon every time.
19. I so want to get my motorcycle license. I figure that I will have to wait until the girls are older or I get myself a side-car bike. They would be the coolest kids in kindergarden to be dropped off by a side-car bike. Yeah!
20. While I have visited many, many countries over the world, I have only ever lived in Canada.
21. I have eaten worms, grasshoppers, deer and ostrich, but do not like olives no matter how many times I try to give them a chance. I will take my martini with a twist, thank you.
22. I love my book club, but probably picked the worst book of the year for us to read when it was my turn. An embarrassment, but they haven't kicked me out, so I'm okay with that.
23. I played french horn for 2 years in primary school and trumpet for two years in high school. Unfortunately, I don't think my rhythm is any better than my painting skills. Ohh!
24. I hate horror movies. When I was a kid, I used to hide under a blanket and wait for my "younger" sister to tell me when it was safe to look. She always lied to me. I still hate horror films.
25. I cannot believe that I came up with 25 things to share here! Not sure if anyone made it to the end and I applaud you for it, if you did. I have to admit there were some brain cells scraping and firing away, but there you have it. A little stick-to-it-iveness from me. 
While the suggestion was to tag people, I think I will leave that in your hands. I want to thank Suzicate again for poking me to play, as I had fun. Don't we all want to think about ourselves for just a minute? Yeah, you know you do. So if you DO decide to take a whirl at this here Meme, let me know. I would love to be nosey and read up all about you. Come again! You never know what you will find here tomorrow...

Monday, June 28, 2010

An Organic Symphony

The bells doth ring
on pixie's wands
ding, dong
ding, dong


The crimson flutes
ring on and on
ding, dong
ding, dong



The lady 
with her mantle on

slips through forest 
in search of dawn.
ding, dong
ding, dong


Tripping, dodging
drifting, sprawling.
Her journey long
seems never ending
ding, dong
ding, dong


Stella calls her
through the mist
begs her caution
of gnomes grim twist
ding, dong
ding, dong




All the while 
your eye does stare
takes it in 
without a care.
ding, dong
ding, dong

Sees the gloves
left by the fox
Hides them from
the creeping phlox.
ding, dong
ding, dong
Yes, in the garden
one never sleeps.
It's an organic symphony
made in orchestral leaps.
ding, dong, ding



Saturday, June 26, 2010

Garage Sale Today!

Not enough sales to equal Beer  :-(


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I would whine, but really I am just happy to get stuff out of my house. Once it is in the driveway, the rule is it does NOT go back in the house. Kijiji is where the desk will hopefully disappear to, but Goodwill welcomed our beautiful seconds with open arms. Someone will re-purpose and give those errant stuffies and stools good homes I am sure. For some lucky visitors there were great deals to be had. You other cheap buggers out there drive me nuts, but it is done for another year. Now I have a smidgen more space to add more NEW beautiful junk of my own. Happy Saturday!

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