If you live in Essex County, you know that today was hot. I think it reached about 97* F, and apparently the humidex was a balmy 117* F. (I totally admit that I do not know the Celsius temperature...) That's pretty hot.
I checked out the weather channel this afternoon, and it was warmer in the 'Metro Detroit' area than anywhere on the West Coast, and East Coast with the exception of Washington DC. Today's heat was comparable to places in Arizona and Texas. Funny, it was only 6 short months ago that it was 0* F with a wind chill of -25* F. Crazy.
So anyway, the heat really brought me down today, I felt completely drained, although I was only in the heat while swimming with Myles in the pool, hanging up laundry, and observing the frogs.
Here are some thoughts for today:
Do not can beets when it is 97* F outside. Standing over a steaming pot of beets, and dealing with hot jars straight from the oven is not fun.
It is not only acceptable, but encouraged that males in the town of Essex wear wife beaters and flip flops in public.
Nobody wants to sit at the Grand's outdoor patio on days like today.
Halia likes to lie in the sun, on the burning hot deck during the warmest part of the day.
Mike and Lilly (mom's dogs) both know that the side gate to the pool rarely completely shuts, and a cool, refreshing dip is only steps away.
Dogs don't like having cleaning solution shot into their ears. They should relate this to sneaking into the pool.
It was 90*F at 8pm tonight.
If you buy a kid a new boogie board, they don't know that it is hot outside. They only want to be in the pool.
The cherry tomato plant is out of control. There is probably 120-150 tomatoes on it.
People who have air conditioning in their car tend to drive 5 kms under the speed limit. They do it on purpose, because they know that my A/C is broken.
People leaving the Dairy Freez forget how to drive. Perhaps they think that their soft serve ice cream will protect as they pull out in front of me.
Tim Horton's is packed at all hours despite the heat. People still walk down mainstreet when it's 92* F drinking a cup of nice hot coffee.
Well that's about it. I know I had more observations, but my brain is fried. Did I mention that tomorrow is supposed to be hotter? Still, I'm not looking forward to winter... maybe just to hug a snowman...
Monday, July 31, 2006
When you speak...
Everyday I strive to be a little better than the day before. In this personal journey, I look for inspiration in others, as well as faults in others, so that I can improve myself.
Communication is obviously the most important way we interact with friends and family. Are you good at expressing yourself? Are you a good listener? Is your conversation positive and enjoyable, or are you bringing, or putting someone down?
Here are some types of people I've noticed lately:
The Back Patter
These are the people that want to let you know how fabulous others think they are. Often these interjections into conversation come out of the blue, and leave me wondering, 'what is your point?'. Are they trying to convince me that they are a fantastic human being? It results in the opposite. They come off as self absorbed, shallow, and attention piggies.
Mrs. I. Me
These people cannot stop talking about themselves. They often interupt and change the subject back to them. 'Enough about me, more about me'. Do they hear themselves? It doesn't seem to bother them that nobody cares.
The One Upper
These people often interrupt a story with a phrase such as, 'oh that's nothing!' or 'Better than that was the time...' or 'the best was the time...' They have completely disregarded your story because they have a better one.
Waiting to Exhalers
These people have no idea what you're saying because they are thinking of they are going to say next. As soon as there is the smallest break in the conversation, they interject their brillant idea. I'm quite guilty of this, and I've been trying to truly focus on the conversation at hand.
Mother Superior
These people like to slide in little stabs at you in the conversation. If they are called on it, they'll claim that you've misunderstood them. Often the tone they use is important.
The 1/2 of a Couple
These people appear to be totally engrossed in a conversation with you, (with perhaps a slightly vague expression on their faces) but every once in a while, they interupt you to butt into their spouse's conversation at the next table.
The Rambler
These people go on and on and on and on. It takes them 30 minutes to tell as story that could have been related in 4. Often their audience have glazed looks on their faces.
The Gossip
These people, (I'm guilty) talk badly about others, often to make themselves appear better. I feel that the worse of these violators talk about your friends or family, making you wonder a) how do they talk about you when you're not around, b) are they saying this in hopes that I mention it to my friend/family member, c) if they think because I'm listening that I'm agreeing with them.
Here are some questions to ask yourself when talking:
Does this person actually care about what I'm saying?
Am I rambling?
Am I insulting them when talking about friends/family?
Am I looking for validation, or just expressing an opinion?
Is this entire conversation revolving around only me?
I think that the most important aspect of being a good friend is being a good listener and I hope to do better. If I'm not, just give me the glazed look, and hopefully I'll get the hint...
Communication is obviously the most important way we interact with friends and family. Are you good at expressing yourself? Are you a good listener? Is your conversation positive and enjoyable, or are you bringing, or putting someone down?
Here are some types of people I've noticed lately:
The Back Patter
These are the people that want to let you know how fabulous others think they are. Often these interjections into conversation come out of the blue, and leave me wondering, 'what is your point?'. Are they trying to convince me that they are a fantastic human being? It results in the opposite. They come off as self absorbed, shallow, and attention piggies.
Mrs. I. Me
These people cannot stop talking about themselves. They often interupt and change the subject back to them. 'Enough about me, more about me'. Do they hear themselves? It doesn't seem to bother them that nobody cares.
The One Upper
These people often interrupt a story with a phrase such as, 'oh that's nothing!' or 'Better than that was the time...' or 'the best was the time...' They have completely disregarded your story because they have a better one.
Waiting to Exhalers
These people have no idea what you're saying because they are thinking of they are going to say next. As soon as there is the smallest break in the conversation, they interject their brillant idea. I'm quite guilty of this, and I've been trying to truly focus on the conversation at hand.
Mother Superior
These people like to slide in little stabs at you in the conversation. If they are called on it, they'll claim that you've misunderstood them. Often the tone they use is important.
The 1/2 of a Couple
These people appear to be totally engrossed in a conversation with you, (with perhaps a slightly vague expression on their faces) but every once in a while, they interupt you to butt into their spouse's conversation at the next table.
The Rambler
These people go on and on and on and on. It takes them 30 minutes to tell as story that could have been related in 4. Often their audience have glazed looks on their faces.
The Gossip
These people, (I'm guilty) talk badly about others, often to make themselves appear better. I feel that the worse of these violators talk about your friends or family, making you wonder a) how do they talk about you when you're not around, b) are they saying this in hopes that I mention it to my friend/family member, c) if they think because I'm listening that I'm agreeing with them.
Here are some questions to ask yourself when talking:
Does this person actually care about what I'm saying?
Am I rambling?
Am I insulting them when talking about friends/family?
Am I looking for validation, or just expressing an opinion?
Is this entire conversation revolving around only me?
I think that the most important aspect of being a good friend is being a good listener and I hope to do better. If I'm not, just give me the glazed look, and hopefully I'll get the hint...
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Queen of the frogs
In case you didn't know, I am the self-appointed Queen of the Frogs. (I should mention that I don't know the difference between frogs and toads, so I may be the Queen of the toads, but frogs sound better. I will not let my ignorance go unchecked, so after I write this entry, I'll google it.)
Just about everyday I walk over to my mom's pool to dump the filter, and just about everyday, there are frogs floating in it. Some days there are several, (the record is 7), other days there are none.
Occasionally, there is a stiff little froggie corpse at the bottom of the basket. The little guy just couldn't swim against the constant pull of the filter. This is why I wake up at 7 everyday, wondering if I could possibly save a frog life. Imagine my surprise, when, as I was preparing for a frog funeral, the frog in question, moved his leg! Could this rigid amphibian be alive? Vague memories hover on the fringe my consciousness. Words like 're-animation', and 'winter survival' are close to my lips. Yes! Frogs can basically drown, and live again!
So, I realize that I am not the frog savior I deem myself to be. I am a caretaker for the undead. How dark!
Now I need you to understand, that I don't particularity like frogs. They freak me out! They can move really quick, they're jumpy, bumpy and wart like. I don't touch the frogs. They're bodies are ruddy and cold, and I'm concerned that they'd jump at me, and I'd inadvertently smush them. I do like to observe them, but they don't like to be watched or seen. They like to conceal themselves, (part of their sneaky behavior..) and be part of the landscaping. This frustrates me, because as Queen of the frogs, my life duty is to protect them. Why must they hide from me? Do they not love their sovereign? It is a lonely lot for me as their overseer...
I admit that currently I know very little about normal frog behavior. I do hope to learn, so I can speak for my subjects, and rule them well. If I could ask a frog anything, I would like to know what attracts them to the pool after a rainfall. There are considerably more frogs in the filter after a storm. I have developed a theory: I believe that frogs love the rain, it makes them want to party. They gather all their friends together for a poolside soirre. The martinis flow like water. Eventually the frogs get tipsy, and with the encouragement of their drunken mates, they try to walk on two legs. Into the pool they go! That's when they hope and pray for the existence of the mythical frog queen, because, although they can reanimate themselves, it has to be a pain in the ass when they're hungover.
Just about everyday I walk over to my mom's pool to dump the filter, and just about everyday, there are frogs floating in it. Some days there are several, (the record is 7), other days there are none.
Occasionally, there is a stiff little froggie corpse at the bottom of the basket. The little guy just couldn't swim against the constant pull of the filter. This is why I wake up at 7 everyday, wondering if I could possibly save a frog life. Imagine my surprise, when, as I was preparing for a frog funeral, the frog in question, moved his leg! Could this rigid amphibian be alive? Vague memories hover on the fringe my consciousness. Words like 're-animation', and 'winter survival' are close to my lips. Yes! Frogs can basically drown, and live again!
So, I realize that I am not the frog savior I deem myself to be. I am a caretaker for the undead. How dark!
Now I need you to understand, that I don't particularity like frogs. They freak me out! They can move really quick, they're jumpy, bumpy and wart like. I don't touch the frogs. They're bodies are ruddy and cold, and I'm concerned that they'd jump at me, and I'd inadvertently smush them. I do like to observe them, but they don't like to be watched or seen. They like to conceal themselves, (part of their sneaky behavior..) and be part of the landscaping. This frustrates me, because as Queen of the frogs, my life duty is to protect them. Why must they hide from me? Do they not love their sovereign? It is a lonely lot for me as their overseer...
I admit that currently I know very little about normal frog behavior. I do hope to learn, so I can speak for my subjects, and rule them well. If I could ask a frog anything, I would like to know what attracts them to the pool after a rainfall. There are considerably more frogs in the filter after a storm. I have developed a theory: I believe that frogs love the rain, it makes them want to party. They gather all their friends together for a poolside soirre. The martinis flow like water. Eventually the frogs get tipsy, and with the encouragement of their drunken mates, they try to walk on two legs. Into the pool they go! That's when they hope and pray for the existence of the mythical frog queen, because, although they can reanimate themselves, it has to be a pain in the ass when they're hungover.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Appreciation, part one
Appreciation is something that is very important to me. I’m not saying that I need someone to bury me with praise, but I do occasionally value a well timed thank-you.
Last night, instead of heading to our regular post golf hang out, we ventured over to Jim and Kim’s for some cocktails, chips and dips, and a swim. It was great, and I have every intention of calling Kim later today and again thank her for having us over, and congratulate her on being a great host.
A huge pet peeve of mine is when someone does not acknowledge your efforts. An award, reciprocation, or a monetary payback is usually not required. However, a person can feel quite used when time and again, friends or family are take you for granted.
Here is a great example. When vacationing in Tennessee, I think it is such a generous, kind gesture, when a guest of mine, a friend, offers to buy me lunch, a few drinks or pay for a round of golf. To me, it is their way of saying, “thanks, I acknowledge that this is your home, and I’m grateful to have a little getaway, where we can be together, and not pay for a hotel.”
I would feel uncomfortable if a friend raved about how wonderful I am, bought me an expensive gift, or anything of the sort. I do however, need to know that I’m not being taken for granted. I may even refuse to accept their token offer, but I acknowledge and appreciate their gratitude.
It makes me sick when I see or hear of people being blatantly used. In a recent conversation with Billy, I was angered by the lack of appreciation shown to him. (A few words of thanks, or token gesture would have easily annulled this feeling of being used.) Do these people think he owes them? Is it that they've been friends for so long they just expect his generosity? Is it hard for them to say thanks?
Perhaps this thanks was not articulated or offered because they know, ot think that Billy would have refused any gesture, but by not expressing their recognition of his efforts, my husband feels slighted. Unappreciated. Used.
Shouldn't we make friends feel like friends? Is it hard for some to convey thanks?
If a person deserves a pat on the back, or a simple thanks, honor your friendship by acknowledging it!
Last night, instead of heading to our regular post golf hang out, we ventured over to Jim and Kim’s for some cocktails, chips and dips, and a swim. It was great, and I have every intention of calling Kim later today and again thank her for having us over, and congratulate her on being a great host.
A huge pet peeve of mine is when someone does not acknowledge your efforts. An award, reciprocation, or a monetary payback is usually not required. However, a person can feel quite used when time and again, friends or family are take you for granted.
Here is a great example. When vacationing in Tennessee, I think it is such a generous, kind gesture, when a guest of mine, a friend, offers to buy me lunch, a few drinks or pay for a round of golf. To me, it is their way of saying, “thanks, I acknowledge that this is your home, and I’m grateful to have a little getaway, where we can be together, and not pay for a hotel.”
I would feel uncomfortable if a friend raved about how wonderful I am, bought me an expensive gift, or anything of the sort. I do however, need to know that I’m not being taken for granted. I may even refuse to accept their token offer, but I acknowledge and appreciate their gratitude.
It makes me sick when I see or hear of people being blatantly used. In a recent conversation with Billy, I was angered by the lack of appreciation shown to him. (A few words of thanks, or token gesture would have easily annulled this feeling of being used.) Do these people think he owes them? Is it that they've been friends for so long they just expect his generosity? Is it hard for them to say thanks?
Perhaps this thanks was not articulated or offered because they know, ot think that Billy would have refused any gesture, but by not expressing their recognition of his efforts, my husband feels slighted. Unappreciated. Used.
Shouldn't we make friends feel like friends? Is it hard for some to convey thanks?
If a person deserves a pat on the back, or a simple thanks, honor your friendship by acknowledging it!
Monday, July 24, 2006
Rants, recants and favorite pants
This has been a great summer so far, and I've been unusually happy, and not feeling tremendous guilt.
Here are some reasons for my happy mood:
* Cherries, sweet corn and Klassen blueberries
* Hot, steamy summer weather, (I don't feel ripped off this year), and the time to enjoy it
* Recent paychecks make me feel that I'm contributing to the finances
* Husband, family, dog and friends are all healthy and well
Things that are good include:
* Myles and Mackenzee at summer camp for one week
* Mom's pool at 80~F
* New, awesome golf clubs and the prospect of going to Ridgetown to golf this week
* There hasn't been to many useless group pages this week
* New outdoor furniture
* Hell's Kitchen and Big Brother All Stars - this summer's guilty pleasure
* Taking a break from reading 100 classic novels. Currently engrossed with 'In Silence' by Erika Spindler. (never heard of her...)
* Having the time to enjoy above mentioned items
* Lack of weeds in the garden
* Billy home from vacation
* Not having to wear so much make-up due to good tan
* Continual access to fresh basil in the garden
* The money tree and fruitless mulberry tree are growing really well
* Gray Old navy joggies and new Tennessee cozies
* Personalized licence plates in the mail
* The 3 frogs that live in our tiny pond
* Dunkin' Donut commercials
* Halia exhausting herself playing with Lily
* Close to selling a couple of houses
Things that are annoying me lately inlcude the following:
* Lack of A/C in the car
* Chrysler's Dr. Z commercials
* My hair being in constant disarray from excessive swimming
* Having water in my ears
* Feeling hung over for no good reason
* Disappearing friends
* My poor spelling
* Oprah reruns
* Discovering that most of my shorts are getting tighter...
Things I feel guilty about:
* Weeds under the deck and behind the hot tub
* Not selling more houses, (for my clients, not especially for the $)
* Not resolving my orthodics issue
* The messy garage
The balance is really on the good side of things. Life is good, no, it is really great!
As of last night we've decided not to have the weekly August Friday After Work Happy Hour Parties, for the following reasons:
* It is a ton of work, (house cleaning, yard, garden, food preparation, calling, mailing, inviting, stressing, etc.)
* Billy is on call 2 of the 4 Fridays
* It is expensive (food, booze, postage, decorations, etc)
* We have been so busy this summer, it would be great to enjoy August
* We have been lucky enough to see most of our friends this summer
I think we'll have one good sized party in August, perhaps incorporating elements planned for the August parties, (mojito mania, golf - hit the grain bin, poker, etc)
I feel really good about this decision. It is kind of a relief. I hope that out friends and some clients, are able to attend the party. Details are still to be determined! Stay tuned...
Here are some reasons for my happy mood:
* Cherries, sweet corn and Klassen blueberries
* Hot, steamy summer weather, (I don't feel ripped off this year), and the time to enjoy it
* Recent paychecks make me feel that I'm contributing to the finances
* Husband, family, dog and friends are all healthy and well
Things that are good include:
* Myles and Mackenzee at summer camp for one week
* Mom's pool at 80~F
* New, awesome golf clubs and the prospect of going to Ridgetown to golf this week
* There hasn't been to many useless group pages this week
* New outdoor furniture
* Hell's Kitchen and Big Brother All Stars - this summer's guilty pleasure
* Taking a break from reading 100 classic novels. Currently engrossed with 'In Silence' by Erika Spindler. (never heard of her...)
* Having the time to enjoy above mentioned items
* Lack of weeds in the garden
* Billy home from vacation
* Not having to wear so much make-up due to good tan
* Continual access to fresh basil in the garden
* The money tree and fruitless mulberry tree are growing really well
* Gray Old navy joggies and new Tennessee cozies
* Personalized licence plates in the mail
* The 3 frogs that live in our tiny pond
* Dunkin' Donut commercials
* Halia exhausting herself playing with Lily
* Close to selling a couple of houses
Things that are annoying me lately inlcude the following:
* Lack of A/C in the car
* Chrysler's Dr. Z commercials
* My hair being in constant disarray from excessive swimming
* Having water in my ears
* Feeling hung over for no good reason
* Disappearing friends
* My poor spelling
* Oprah reruns
* Discovering that most of my shorts are getting tighter...
Things I feel guilty about:
* Weeds under the deck and behind the hot tub
* Not selling more houses, (for my clients, not especially for the $)
* Not resolving my orthodics issue
* The messy garage
The balance is really on the good side of things. Life is good, no, it is really great!
As of last night we've decided not to have the weekly August Friday After Work Happy Hour Parties, for the following reasons:
* It is a ton of work, (house cleaning, yard, garden, food preparation, calling, mailing, inviting, stressing, etc.)
* Billy is on call 2 of the 4 Fridays
* It is expensive (food, booze, postage, decorations, etc)
* We have been so busy this summer, it would be great to enjoy August
* We have been lucky enough to see most of our friends this summer
I think we'll have one good sized party in August, perhaps incorporating elements planned for the August parties, (mojito mania, golf - hit the grain bin, poker, etc)
I feel really good about this decision. It is kind of a relief. I hope that out friends and some clients, are able to attend the party. Details are still to be determined! Stay tuned...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Some very good days
I really have a great life. Friday was my birthday, and it was fantastic. I was spoiled rotten. I am so grateful to have an awesome husband, and great family and friends. It's not only the bad times in life when you find out who your friends are, it is also the happy times.
Last night was Kim and Jim's annual golf and pool party. It was fantastic!
Life is good!
Last night was Kim and Jim's annual golf and pool party. It was fantastic!
Life is good!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
What goes around
Two questions this morning:
First of all, who determined the widely accepted 'signal' that there is a speed trap ahead? How did flashing headlights translate into, "for the love of God, slow down, or you'll pay!"? When did this happen? How far does this conspiracy reach? Does it apply in countries other than Canada and the United States?
When kids get their drivers license, does someone pull them aside and say, 'if you see a police officer with a radar gun, flash your headlights at on coming drivers, so they can slow down and avoid a ticket,"? I hope someone does, as I've noticed over the last few months that people aren't doing this much anymore.
I've been regularily traveling the dreaded Arner Townline lately, due to a client that lives just off County Road 50. Every third time I'm on that speedway, there is a radar, 'trap', and I've never been warned once! Not once out of about 25 times!
So do I become bitter? Do I not warn other drivers, and leave them vulnerable to a ticket? No, I still flash.
So now, the second question:
Does what goes around really come around? Is Karma real? Do people get what's coming to them?
How come it seems that the bitchy, nasty housewife, who cheats on her husband, dumps on her friends and family, always ends up on top? They are the ones that get the diamond bracelet for Christmas, and an exotic vacation for their anniversary.
I digress...
I believe that what goes around, does come around, but we may not always recognize it. It may be something small, like making a traffic light when you're running late, no line at Tim Horton's, a good hair day, or finding your golf ball in the rhubarb.
We always notice the crappy things. We are more likely to respond when questioned about our day about the psycho, manic driver on #3 rather than the guy that let you in on busy EC Row. Right? Right.
So the evil housewife that gets away with murder is likely miserable. That is Karma. That is a vicious circle. Do we feel sorry for the housewife because she is unhappy? or do we simply acknowledge that they are getting what they deserve?
So here's the wrap up:
Part One: Leaving a client's house in McGregor, I turned South onto Walker Road towards Harrow, and at that interesection was 2 officers, one with a radar gun, and the other jumping out from behind a telephone pole yelling at unsuspecting drivers to pull over. (Nobody drives 50 in McGregor...) I stepped up to my civic duty, and flashed my lights to about 10 innocent oncoming drivers. (one guy was going about 90...)
Part Two: Several hours later on my way to golf, I was heading West on County Road 8, nearing Paquette Corners, when lo and behold, a driver discretly flashed his headlights at me! Needless to say, I practically hung out my window 'thumb upping' the guy a thank-you. I hit the brakes, and cruised into the 50 zone just in time. (Good thing because nobody drives 50 through Paquette Corners...)
I think I experienced a timely and balanced Karma - ic event. It made my day, and I so happy about not getting a speeding ticket.
First of all, who determined the widely accepted 'signal' that there is a speed trap ahead? How did flashing headlights translate into, "for the love of God, slow down, or you'll pay!"? When did this happen? How far does this conspiracy reach? Does it apply in countries other than Canada and the United States?
When kids get their drivers license, does someone pull them aside and say, 'if you see a police officer with a radar gun, flash your headlights at on coming drivers, so they can slow down and avoid a ticket,"? I hope someone does, as I've noticed over the last few months that people aren't doing this much anymore.
I've been regularily traveling the dreaded Arner Townline lately, due to a client that lives just off County Road 50. Every third time I'm on that speedway, there is a radar, 'trap', and I've never been warned once! Not once out of about 25 times!
So do I become bitter? Do I not warn other drivers, and leave them vulnerable to a ticket? No, I still flash.
So now, the second question:
Does what goes around really come around? Is Karma real? Do people get what's coming to them?
How come it seems that the bitchy, nasty housewife, who cheats on her husband, dumps on her friends and family, always ends up on top? They are the ones that get the diamond bracelet for Christmas, and an exotic vacation for their anniversary.
I digress...
I believe that what goes around, does come around, but we may not always recognize it. It may be something small, like making a traffic light when you're running late, no line at Tim Horton's, a good hair day, or finding your golf ball in the rhubarb.
We always notice the crappy things. We are more likely to respond when questioned about our day about the psycho, manic driver on #3 rather than the guy that let you in on busy EC Row. Right? Right.
So the evil housewife that gets away with murder is likely miserable. That is Karma. That is a vicious circle. Do we feel sorry for the housewife because she is unhappy? or do we simply acknowledge that they are getting what they deserve?
So here's the wrap up:
Part One: Leaving a client's house in McGregor, I turned South onto Walker Road towards Harrow, and at that interesection was 2 officers, one with a radar gun, and the other jumping out from behind a telephone pole yelling at unsuspecting drivers to pull over. (Nobody drives 50 in McGregor...) I stepped up to my civic duty, and flashed my lights to about 10 innocent oncoming drivers. (one guy was going about 90...)
Part Two: Several hours later on my way to golf, I was heading West on County Road 8, nearing Paquette Corners, when lo and behold, a driver discretly flashed his headlights at me! Needless to say, I practically hung out my window 'thumb upping' the guy a thank-you. I hit the brakes, and cruised into the 50 zone just in time. (Good thing because nobody drives 50 through Paquette Corners...)
I think I experienced a timely and balanced Karma - ic event. It made my day, and I so happy about not getting a speeding ticket.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Billy is still gone!
Okay, now this is getting serious. My husband has been gone for 6 days now, and I really miss him. He is set to return on Thursday night.
I miss so many things about him:
* His smile
* His smell
* His stories
* His affection
* The way he listens to me
* Week-end morning coffee
* How happy the pooch is to see him
* The anticipation of him coming home from work
* A million little things
I don't miss:
* His snoring
* The alarm clock
I know that needed and deserved this vacation, and I truly hope that he had the greatest time. I also hope that he is looking forward to coming home. I'm sure he misses me and the pooch, cooking, our bed, and more.
2 more days, and he'll be here! Luckily he won't have to work until Monday, so we'll have a nice long week-end together!
I miss so many things about him:
* His smile
* His smell
* His stories
* His affection
* The way he listens to me
* Week-end morning coffee
* How happy the pooch is to see him
* The anticipation of him coming home from work
* A million little things
I don't miss:
* His snoring
* The alarm clock
I know that needed and deserved this vacation, and I truly hope that he had the greatest time. I also hope that he is looking forward to coming home. I'm sure he misses me and the pooch, cooking, our bed, and more.
2 more days, and he'll be here! Luckily he won't have to work until Monday, so we'll have a nice long week-end together!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Pretentiousness
Lat night I watched a terrible movie. Normally if a movie is unbearably bad, I have no problem simply turning it off. This one was so painfully rediculous I had to see if it had any redeeming qualities.
It didn't.
Thinking about this movie reminds me of others I've seen, and some books that I've read.
I can't stand witty, pretentious unrealistic banter. Who talks like that? Who has a funny comment for everything? They are not real people. If the characters are not realistic, how can people relate?
You may know that I adore old cheesey movies. The language spoken could be considered to be theatrical, but, that is how it is supposed to be, and that's a good thing - only if you like it. I wouldn't insult your intelligence by attempting to convince you otherwise. If you have an opinion, (especially if it is original and genuine) I'll respect it.
I'm not brilliant, but I'm not stupid. I 'get' most ideas presented to me. I can see meaning within symbolism, and I understand metaphors.
It bothers me when people say that they can relate to a book or movie that makes absolutely no sense. An example off the top of my head is the book, 'The Catcher in the Rye'. "Oh, it's brilliant....I carry it with me everywhere I go.... I pack a catcher's mitt in my car's trunk to remind me of who I am....literary genius...." Bullshit. It was okay. The language and the background was interesting. There really was no story line. The kid was troubled, selfish, and not that smart. He was not deep, or inspiring. If you can, explain it to me. Enlighten me, please, really I mean it. I'll listen.
People who adopt other's opinions as their own, send me around the bend. They heard something they thought was profound, so they simply repeat what they've been told with no real opinion of their own. They assume people will admire their intellect, so they talk about things they don't know. I think that this mentality is contagious.
I would like to know what books and movies people think are intellectual masterpieces. I would like to know why. I'll listen to you, if you listen to me.
It didn't.
Thinking about this movie reminds me of others I've seen, and some books that I've read.
I can't stand witty, pretentious unrealistic banter. Who talks like that? Who has a funny comment for everything? They are not real people. If the characters are not realistic, how can people relate?
You may know that I adore old cheesey movies. The language spoken could be considered to be theatrical, but, that is how it is supposed to be, and that's a good thing - only if you like it. I wouldn't insult your intelligence by attempting to convince you otherwise. If you have an opinion, (especially if it is original and genuine) I'll respect it.
I'm not brilliant, but I'm not stupid. I 'get' most ideas presented to me. I can see meaning within symbolism, and I understand metaphors.
It bothers me when people say that they can relate to a book or movie that makes absolutely no sense. An example off the top of my head is the book, 'The Catcher in the Rye'. "Oh, it's brilliant....I carry it with me everywhere I go.... I pack a catcher's mitt in my car's trunk to remind me of who I am....literary genius...." Bullshit. It was okay. The language and the background was interesting. There really was no story line. The kid was troubled, selfish, and not that smart. He was not deep, or inspiring. If you can, explain it to me. Enlighten me, please, really I mean it. I'll listen.
People who adopt other's opinions as their own, send me around the bend. They heard something they thought was profound, so they simply repeat what they've been told with no real opinion of their own. They assume people will admire their intellect, so they talk about things they don't know. I think that this mentality is contagious.
I would like to know what books and movies people think are intellectual masterpieces. I would like to know why. I'll listen to you, if you listen to me.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Drama in pajamas
Last night my plans were changed due to poor weather. It actually worked out okay, as I was trying to determine a night for me to stay in, and watch a couple of old movies.
I recently DVR'd a movie I'd never seen, 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'. The movie stars Paul Newman, Elizabeth Taylor, and Burl Ives, (whom you may only know as the narrator in the Christmas classic 'Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer' - and yes was in real life he was shaped rather like a snowman).
I'll start first by saying that I thoroughly enjoy old movies. I like the over-acting that dominates mid century films. I revel in the cheesy story lines, hand painted backdrops, period language and clothing, and the general camp-y-ness feel of the entire production.
Now relatively speaking I have seen very few of these silver screen gems. My (so far) all time favorite, hands down, is 'The Seven Year Itch'. It completely embodies all of the above mentioned qualities. If you have not seen 'The Seven Year Itch', I highly recommend it. It stars Marilyn Monroe, and Tom Ewell. The story is basically about a man who fantasizes about his upstairs neighbor, while his wife spends the summer, (with a hunky guy?) at the lake. He has dreams, and imaginary sequences and some very real encounters with the ditzy character played by Monroe. It is the best!
So now I feel that I can properly continue on about 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'. I had no idea what it was about, and I found it to be really entertaining. It captures the attention of the audience very early with interal questions like, "Why does Brick drink so much? Why does he hate Maggie? Who is this mysterious best friend?
The movie deals with the issues of alcoholism and 'mendacity'. The lies told, believed, and lived by others. Something that really stood out to me, (and the enitre point of today's article...) is the way the wives behave in this film. It is comletely parallel of people I (used to) know very well. There is the husband stomping around, making demands, and generally crusty, however, that is his natural character in public and private. Then there is the wife, running behind the husband, making excuses for his poor behavior, trying to distract everyone with jokes and songs. (Just because that it someone's behavior, doesn't make it acceptable...)
Let me describe this in a way we can visualize:
Imagine an empty front yard in perfect suburbia.
Imagine a pretty wife standing in the front yard, chatting to the neighbors, waving to the kids on bikes that pass by.
Uh-oh, here comes the husband in a huge, loud, stinking dump truck!
The wife continues to smile and wave.
The husband wrecks the grass, runs over th garden gnome, and dumps a huge load of fresh shit right on the wife's feet, and drives away laughing, (is he drunk?)
There's the wife still smiling and waving, telling the neighbors how nice it was that her husband went out of his way to drop off fertilizer for their garden! "So considerate!"
"Oh how the flowers will grow in this lovely manue!" she exclaims.
The exact expression escapes me right now, but it is something like, "he spews shit, and she plants flowers in it."
Watching this movie was like a walk down memory lane. The drama of greed in families, and alcoholism in relationships. Glad I'm off that road!
I recently DVR'd a movie I'd never seen, 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'. The movie stars Paul Newman, Elizabeth Taylor, and Burl Ives, (whom you may only know as the narrator in the Christmas classic 'Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer' - and yes was in real life he was shaped rather like a snowman).
I'll start first by saying that I thoroughly enjoy old movies. I like the over-acting that dominates mid century films. I revel in the cheesy story lines, hand painted backdrops, period language and clothing, and the general camp-y-ness feel of the entire production.
Now relatively speaking I have seen very few of these silver screen gems. My (so far) all time favorite, hands down, is 'The Seven Year Itch'. It completely embodies all of the above mentioned qualities. If you have not seen 'The Seven Year Itch', I highly recommend it. It stars Marilyn Monroe, and Tom Ewell. The story is basically about a man who fantasizes about his upstairs neighbor, while his wife spends the summer, (with a hunky guy?) at the lake. He has dreams, and imaginary sequences and some very real encounters with the ditzy character played by Monroe. It is the best!
So now I feel that I can properly continue on about 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'. I had no idea what it was about, and I found it to be really entertaining. It captures the attention of the audience very early with interal questions like, "Why does Brick drink so much? Why does he hate Maggie? Who is this mysterious best friend?
The movie deals with the issues of alcoholism and 'mendacity'. The lies told, believed, and lived by others. Something that really stood out to me, (and the enitre point of today's article...) is the way the wives behave in this film. It is comletely parallel of people I (used to) know very well. There is the husband stomping around, making demands, and generally crusty, however, that is his natural character in public and private. Then there is the wife, running behind the husband, making excuses for his poor behavior, trying to distract everyone with jokes and songs. (Just because that it someone's behavior, doesn't make it acceptable...)
Let me describe this in a way we can visualize:
Imagine an empty front yard in perfect suburbia.
Imagine a pretty wife standing in the front yard, chatting to the neighbors, waving to the kids on bikes that pass by.
Uh-oh, here comes the husband in a huge, loud, stinking dump truck!
The wife continues to smile and wave.
The husband wrecks the grass, runs over th garden gnome, and dumps a huge load of fresh shit right on the wife's feet, and drives away laughing, (is he drunk?)
There's the wife still smiling and waving, telling the neighbors how nice it was that her husband went out of his way to drop off fertilizer for their garden! "So considerate!"
"Oh how the flowers will grow in this lovely manue!" she exclaims.
The exact expression escapes me right now, but it is something like, "he spews shit, and she plants flowers in it."
Watching this movie was like a walk down memory lane. The drama of greed in families, and alcoholism in relationships. Glad I'm off that road!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Rain, rain, go away
It was a beautiful, hot summer day. Humid, dusty, sunny. The kind of day that seemed endless in childhood.
Today McKenzee hung out with me for a bit. We made Checca Sauce, (& tried a bit of it), cleaned up, then we played this 'Dance Revolution', (or something...) game for Playstation 2. Instead of a hand controller, a mat is rolled out. There are four directional arrows, plus a middle spot on the mat. You can choose different music and routines.
It's one of those games that you see kids doing at the mall, where they stare at a arcade screen, and jump around like mad to the cheers and utter adoration of the onlookers.
Obviously this game is geared for girls from about 8 to 14ish. Well there I was busting a move to some song I never heard of. Flailing is a good word to use. I must have looked like a complete idiot. If one of those girls from the mall could see me, they would have 'died of embarrassment'. BUT it was a blast!
Lucky for me, Kenny isn't really the age yet where she is mortified by her aunt's behavior. (not internally criticizing my flabby arms or celullite bouncing everywhere...) Of course we were in the relative safety of my basement... Give it a year or two I'm sure.
Summer is like Christmas. It is meant for kids. The rest is all filler. It's the lazy, boring days of summer when kids discover who they really are. When the parents are near the brink of sanity if they hear 'I'm bored,' one more time, kids are forced to find something to do. It always surprises me what they think is potential fun. Lucky kids. I do look to them for creative inspiration, to improve my patience, and entertainment.
Today McKenzee hung out with me for a bit. We made Checca Sauce, (& tried a bit of it), cleaned up, then we played this 'Dance Revolution', (or something...) game for Playstation 2. Instead of a hand controller, a mat is rolled out. There are four directional arrows, plus a middle spot on the mat. You can choose different music and routines.
It's one of those games that you see kids doing at the mall, where they stare at a arcade screen, and jump around like mad to the cheers and utter adoration of the onlookers.
Obviously this game is geared for girls from about 8 to 14ish. Well there I was busting a move to some song I never heard of. Flailing is a good word to use. I must have looked like a complete idiot. If one of those girls from the mall could see me, they would have 'died of embarrassment'. BUT it was a blast!
Lucky for me, Kenny isn't really the age yet where she is mortified by her aunt's behavior. (not internally criticizing my flabby arms or celullite bouncing everywhere...) Of course we were in the relative safety of my basement... Give it a year or two I'm sure.
Summer is like Christmas. It is meant for kids. The rest is all filler. It's the lazy, boring days of summer when kids discover who they really are. When the parents are near the brink of sanity if they hear 'I'm bored,' one more time, kids are forced to find something to do. It always surprises me what they think is potential fun. Lucky kids. I do look to them for creative inspiration, to improve my patience, and entertainment.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Just me
Yep, on my own.
In some ways I'm so different when Billy is away. I seem quieter. More introspective. Probably because there is nobody here is listen to me verbalizing every thought that pops into my head.
My eating habits are also different. I either make a dish that I really love and Billy doesn't care for, and eat it for 5 days straight, or I don't eat properly or much at all. Too lazy to 'Q up a 'burg. Last night's dinner consisted of a muffin from Tim Horton's. (which we all know is just cake...) Kim did share with me however, a feta and chicken pizza at about 10:30 pm. (It was great!)
The entertainment element is also changed. No Sports Center, no golf, and no Fear Factor. I can watch Oprah, and listen to talk radio without comment. Luckily, Billy and I enjoy many of the same TV programs, so do I digitally record them all while he is away so that we can watch them together next week? or do I watch them on my own? Well if that is my only dilemma, I'm doing alright!
I know that if I was in the situation where my significant other was on vacation when I was in my early 20's, I would have a different attitude. I would have thought, 'he is on vacation, and so am I'. Reckless entitlement. I would have gone shopping without limit, eaten out all the time, have people over, and generally behave in a manic matter. I would want to let my other half know that I also had a great time. I don't feel this way now. I may see a few more friends then I normally would, but with maturity I realize to the core that I am so very lucky to have a generous, hardworking, supportive, and amazing husband. Gratitude, love, respect. Far from entitlement.
So this week I am going to try to eat normally, even try 2 or 3 new recipes. I'm going to cross off some of the things on my guilt list. (like pulling weeds under the deck, resolving the orthordic issue, calling up some friends, selling a house...?) I'm going to watch an old movie, (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof) that I've never seen, with a bottle of red I've never tried. I'm going to spend time with the kids, my mom, and friends. I will miss Billy tremendously, (I already do)and appreciate him even more upon his return.
In some ways I'm so different when Billy is away. I seem quieter. More introspective. Probably because there is nobody here is listen to me verbalizing every thought that pops into my head.
My eating habits are also different. I either make a dish that I really love and Billy doesn't care for, and eat it for 5 days straight, or I don't eat properly or much at all. Too lazy to 'Q up a 'burg. Last night's dinner consisted of a muffin from Tim Horton's. (which we all know is just cake...) Kim did share with me however, a feta and chicken pizza at about 10:30 pm. (It was great!)
The entertainment element is also changed. No Sports Center, no golf, and no Fear Factor. I can watch Oprah, and listen to talk radio without comment. Luckily, Billy and I enjoy many of the same TV programs, so do I digitally record them all while he is away so that we can watch them together next week? or do I watch them on my own? Well if that is my only dilemma, I'm doing alright!
I know that if I was in the situation where my significant other was on vacation when I was in my early 20's, I would have a different attitude. I would have thought, 'he is on vacation, and so am I'. Reckless entitlement. I would have gone shopping without limit, eaten out all the time, have people over, and generally behave in a manic matter. I would want to let my other half know that I also had a great time. I don't feel this way now. I may see a few more friends then I normally would, but with maturity I realize to the core that I am so very lucky to have a generous, hardworking, supportive, and amazing husband. Gratitude, love, respect. Far from entitlement.
So this week I am going to try to eat normally, even try 2 or 3 new recipes. I'm going to cross off some of the things on my guilt list. (like pulling weeds under the deck, resolving the orthordic issue, calling up some friends, selling a house...?) I'm going to watch an old movie, (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof) that I've never seen, with a bottle of red I've never tried. I'm going to spend time with the kids, my mom, and friends. I will miss Billy tremendously, (I already do)and appreciate him even more upon his return.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Billy is going on vacation!
Today is the long awaited day for my husband to leave on vacation. The last vacation he had was in November when we went on a Mexican cruise. (very fun, white water rafted for the first time...) So needless to say, this man deserves a getaway!
I'm still surprised when people are shocked that he goes away without me. I know that he likes to vacation with me, but of course he enjoys being manly: drinking whiskey, eating steak everyday, playing golf and poker with his guy friends. What guy wouldn't? I wouldn't dream of dragging Billy around the state of Tennessee shopping for the perfect pair of capris. Why isn't it acceptable to some that he and four friends head south to be men?
Okay, maybe the nay sayers don't understand what it is like in this area of Tennessee. This is not Spring Break 2006. There are no strip bars, or hot clubs in a 100 mile radius. (I couldn't really imagine Billy in a dance club anyway...) You can stand anywhere in Crossville and hit a church with a 7 iron. Lake Tansi is the #4 retirement destination in the United States. Pretty safe place for 5 married guys to go to.
The only women that the guys will be in contact with are Mitch and Mel, the bartender, and waitress from the County Club. Poor Mitch and Mel. When I was down there a month ago, they asked when the boys will be down because Billy gives them such a hard time. In return they serve him drinks void of any mix.
So of course I will miss him terribly. Everyday I look forward to him coming home from work. Often he comes home, barbecues, cuts grass, moves dirt, plants grass seed, or has to go out on a call. There is always something to do.
I hope he enjoys himself! Play as much golf and poker as humanly possible. Buy that $70 Tiger Woods golf shirt if you want. Eat and drink like a King. He is my King, and he deserves it.
I'm still surprised when people are shocked that he goes away without me. I know that he likes to vacation with me, but of course he enjoys being manly: drinking whiskey, eating steak everyday, playing golf and poker with his guy friends. What guy wouldn't? I wouldn't dream of dragging Billy around the state of Tennessee shopping for the perfect pair of capris. Why isn't it acceptable to some that he and four friends head south to be men?
Okay, maybe the nay sayers don't understand what it is like in this area of Tennessee. This is not Spring Break 2006. There are no strip bars, or hot clubs in a 100 mile radius. (I couldn't really imagine Billy in a dance club anyway...) You can stand anywhere in Crossville and hit a church with a 7 iron. Lake Tansi is the #4 retirement destination in the United States. Pretty safe place for 5 married guys to go to.
The only women that the guys will be in contact with are Mitch and Mel, the bartender, and waitress from the County Club. Poor Mitch and Mel. When I was down there a month ago, they asked when the boys will be down because Billy gives them such a hard time. In return they serve him drinks void of any mix.
The wives of my husband's friends, (also my friends...) realize this as well. They deserve to get away. Also, it is a huge bonus that we own the house down there, as it saves everyone the expense of hotels. How great is that? In return, the guys always help out weed-whacking, cutting down a tree, or cleaning out the eaves. Good men.
So of course I will miss him terribly. Everyday I look forward to him coming home from work. Often he comes home, barbecues, cuts grass, moves dirt, plants grass seed, or has to go out on a call. There is always something to do.
I hope he enjoys himself! Play as much golf and poker as humanly possible. Buy that $70 Tiger Woods golf shirt if you want. Eat and drink like a King. He is my King, and he deserves it.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The best, the worst and the guilty
Okay, here are some of the best things:
* Sweet corn from 454 County Road 34 West. Oh my God it's good!
* Columbian Supremo coffee from Zhers.
* Thunderstorms on a lazy summer evening.
* Naffele's guacamole.
* The TV show Hell's Kitchen. It's a cheesey reality show, and we love it!
* Everyday Italian on the Food Network. Yummy!
* A really good book.
* Getting emails from friends that are not jokes or warnings, but just a nice little one sided conversation.
* When Billy is proud of something I've done.
* Football on Sundays when I don't have an open house.
* Sharing a bottle of vino with friends.
* When friends/family appreciate your efforts.
* Being in the sun, taking a shower, then wearing a soft pair of joggies.
* Watching a really good movie.
* Billy's grey flannel pants.
* Finding something new growing in the garden.
Okay, of course there is way more...
The worst things:
* Discovering that I'm out of coffee. It happened today.
* When Halia whines when I'm busy.
* When children manipulate their parents.
* When people have to tiptoe around and make excuses for their spouses.
* Rain on golf day.
* Waking up at 5am, and not being able to fall back asleep.
* When the kids fight at the pool.
* Useless group pages.
The things I feel guilty about:
* Not having the bill for my orthodics resolved with the insurance company.
* Friends I know I should call. (Liz S, Sarah, Maryann, Lisa S, to name a few...)
* Not having the summer parties planned yet.
* When a house I have listed does not sell, although it is priced right and I'm doing everything I can.
* Not selling more houses.
Wow I could really go on and on, and I'm sure there are many things I missed. I'm sure there will be a part two soon.
* Sweet corn from 454 County Road 34 West. Oh my God it's good!
* Columbian Supremo coffee from Zhers.
* Thunderstorms on a lazy summer evening.
* Naffele's guacamole.
* The TV show Hell's Kitchen. It's a cheesey reality show, and we love it!
* Everyday Italian on the Food Network. Yummy!
* A really good book.
* Getting emails from friends that are not jokes or warnings, but just a nice little one sided conversation.
* When Billy is proud of something I've done.
* Football on Sundays when I don't have an open house.
* Sharing a bottle of vino with friends.
* When friends/family appreciate your efforts.
* Being in the sun, taking a shower, then wearing a soft pair of joggies.
* Watching a really good movie.
* Billy's grey flannel pants.
* Finding something new growing in the garden.
Okay, of course there is way more...
The worst things:
* Discovering that I'm out of coffee. It happened today.
* When Halia whines when I'm busy.
* When children manipulate their parents.
* When people have to tiptoe around and make excuses for their spouses.
* Rain on golf day.
* Waking up at 5am, and not being able to fall back asleep.
* When the kids fight at the pool.
* Useless group pages.
The things I feel guilty about:
* Not having the bill for my orthodics resolved with the insurance company.
* Friends I know I should call. (Liz S, Sarah, Maryann, Lisa S, to name a few...)
* Not having the summer parties planned yet.
* When a house I have listed does not sell, although it is priced right and I'm doing everything I can.
* Not selling more houses.
Wow I could really go on and on, and I'm sure there are many things I missed. I'm sure there will be a part two soon.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Unexpected surprise
Yesterday I had an open house, and during a slow time, I started perusing the books that the seller had on display. I stumbled upon a book by Anne Rice (The Vampire Chronicles) that I never new existed! One of my all time favorite books is 'The Witching Hour' and the 2 follow up novels, 'Lasher' and 'Taltos'. The book I found on my sellers' shelf is called 'Merrick'. I was way overjoyed to discover that this book is a combination of characters from the 'Vampire Chronicles' and 'The Witching Hour'. Needless to say I scooted over to Chapters and bought a copy.
I love it when something unexpected happens like that. There is nothing worse than the anticipation of a new book, (like the next installment of Harry Potter), or a vacation. A surprise sometimes is so much better. Immediate gratification. Oh yeah.
I know a finding a book is not something to write home about, but the big realization from this find is to appreciate the little pleasantries life springs on us.
I hope there is another happy unexpected event in the horizon. I hope that I acknowledge it and appreciate it, only if it is as simple as a good book, a last minute trip to the movies, (Pirates anyone?), or a chance to visit and chat with a friend.
So I didn't sell the house, although it is a fantastic place, but I'd like to thank Tracey and Darrin for making my day! (and they also had a surprise, not so much for me, but....:)
I love it when something unexpected happens like that. There is nothing worse than the anticipation of a new book, (like the next installment of Harry Potter), or a vacation. A surprise sometimes is so much better. Immediate gratification. Oh yeah.
I know a finding a book is not something to write home about, but the big realization from this find is to appreciate the little pleasantries life springs on us.
I hope there is another happy unexpected event in the horizon. I hope that I acknowledge it and appreciate it, only if it is as simple as a good book, a last minute trip to the movies, (Pirates anyone?), or a chance to visit and chat with a friend.
So I didn't sell the house, although it is a fantastic place, but I'd like to thank Tracey and Darrin for making my day! (and they also had a surprise, not so much for me, but....:)
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