Friday, March 26, 2010
Is it just me??
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it really hard to sit back idly and watch/listen to someone else get treated like shit??? Where have all the vertebrates gone???? IF this is not a situation that phases you, well grow a spine, or a set!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Today is one of those days...you know the kind I mean. The ones where you throw on your comfies, sip tea, watch movies, and cuddle up beside someone snuggly..in my case, my dog. It is the perfect guilt-free Sunday.
And in all of this, the wheels are again a turnin'. Thought for the day....romance.
So, i realize that there are infinite differences between men and women regarding their views on nearly everything on this fabulous planet of ours. But what one woman finds romantic, another may find a total bore, or even worse.....unoriginal and cliche.
So first..the typical.
1. Flowers, but to be more specific, roses.
2. Candy
My take on both of these things is simple, they are nice gestures but would never gain any points for originality with me.
Flowers...love em! And obviously if they are not given under the pressure of a mass marketed commercial holiday, they are a fabulous surprise. Candy...we are more than capable of buying that ourselves during the one week a month when it seems we may die if we don't consume far too much of it.
To me the most romantic gestures are the ones that cost nothing. The look, you know the one I mean, a man's hand on your back guiding you through a public place, dinner (I am a sucker for this one!) made at home, hair being brushed out of your face, a touch on the cheek (not that one, although....). The simplest things are the ones that matter, and it is sad that somehow, so many people have lost touch with the notion that love doesn't cost a thing. It is the time spent and the effort put into sharing your heart with someone else. The moments where you find yourself completely vulnerable, and for lack of a better word, LEVELLED, by the a look or even thought of that special person. Romance is that one feeling that keeps us coming back for more, in spite of the vulnerability, in spite of the sometimes hurt pride. When it happens, and i know it will, I will never be the kind to take that feeling for granted, and will always recognize goosebumps and butterflies.
And in all of this, the wheels are again a turnin'. Thought for the day....romance.
So, i realize that there are infinite differences between men and women regarding their views on nearly everything on this fabulous planet of ours. But what one woman finds romantic, another may find a total bore, or even worse.....unoriginal and cliche.
So first..the typical.
1. Flowers, but to be more specific, roses.
2. Candy
My take on both of these things is simple, they are nice gestures but would never gain any points for originality with me.
Flowers...love em! And obviously if they are not given under the pressure of a mass marketed commercial holiday, they are a fabulous surprise. Candy...we are more than capable of buying that ourselves during the one week a month when it seems we may die if we don't consume far too much of it.
To me the most romantic gestures are the ones that cost nothing. The look, you know the one I mean, a man's hand on your back guiding you through a public place, dinner (I am a sucker for this one!) made at home, hair being brushed out of your face, a touch on the cheek (not that one, although....). The simplest things are the ones that matter, and it is sad that somehow, so many people have lost touch with the notion that love doesn't cost a thing. It is the time spent and the effort put into sharing your heart with someone else. The moments where you find yourself completely vulnerable, and for lack of a better word, LEVELLED, by the a look or even thought of that special person. Romance is that one feeling that keeps us coming back for more, in spite of the vulnerability, in spite of the sometimes hurt pride. When it happens, and i know it will, I will never be the kind to take that feeling for granted, and will always recognize goosebumps and butterflies.
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Missing Piece
Here it goes, the first serious post, which may only be lightly flavoured with sarcastic undertones.....although, one can never be certain.
I have found myself thinking a lot about life, and the roads that it seems to take. I have also recently taken up running, with much help from the encouragement of two of the best friends the world has to offer any lucky person. The running has seemed to do two things..... it gives me a lot of time alone with my thoughts, and also provides me the release of all of the frustrations that day has held. And as cathartic and therapeutic as it has all been, I have been running on a treadmill, essentially the road to nowhere. WHOA! This irony hit me like a ton of bricks today, as I have found myself, in life, at a bit of a standstill.
I am in a 'different' or 'unique' place at the moment in life. One in which I am finally over that huge hill of regaining my independence after what one can only call the heartache of a lifetime. In hindsight...it all really boils down to two very simple, and maybe cliche things, it just wasn't meant to be...and whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I am me again, finally, and it feels amazing to be back. I have wonderful friends, newer and old, two of whom I have the pleasure of living with. My family is incredible, and I can honestly say are not my rock, but my insides... I have no idea what my life would be without them. I have a great job, which lately I seem to be only moderately excited about on good days. But that is a whole other ball of wax.....
And here is the kicker, the missing piece. For anyone on the inner circle or outer fringe of the teaching world, you have likely heard of the children's author and poet, Shel Silverstein. In an attempt to expose my seven and eight year old students to some light and airy poetry, I rounded up several of Silverstein's works from the school library. Little did I know that one would dig away at me until I decided to acknowledge it in a blog. And the title, The Missing Piece (how convenient!).
As the lonely circle, much like PacMan, rolls along life's road in this story in search of its missing piece, I found myself near tears. Was this me? How the hell could I completely relate to the thoughts of a line drawing of a circle? But I did, and I could.
It seems that this is the only major thing that I am lacking in my life, the missing piece. Being close before, I can appreciate that relationships, and love certainly do not come easy, so the effort or work required doesn't scare me in the least. However it is the waiting game, the sitting back and waiting for it to happen that is the most daunting of tasks at times. And this is where the standstill comes in. What do I do? What direction do I take, or do I continue to sit by optimistically waiting for it all to just magically fall into place, for my 'piece' to finally come to me? (Piece: you know who you are!)
So this is me....on the treadmill....and the thoughts that rarely are far from the foreground of my mind. I know in the end...the wait, and the roads, and the killing time on the treadmill, will have been worth it. Every minute, every step, every sore knee and ibuprofen will have been worth it. Because I know, that when the piece finally snaps into place it will be the incredible fit that I have always imagined it to be. So I continue to be patient...to wait...
Tonight I did my first run outside, an awesome run, a long run. I followed streets and turned corners, and charted my course back home. It may have been a colder and quieter journey than what I was used to...but ultimately, it feels as though I have made my way off of the road leading nowhere. Like I have some clarity. The piece will get here, eventually. It will just have to catch up with me somewhere along the road.
I have found myself thinking a lot about life, and the roads that it seems to take. I have also recently taken up running, with much help from the encouragement of two of the best friends the world has to offer any lucky person. The running has seemed to do two things..... it gives me a lot of time alone with my thoughts, and also provides me the release of all of the frustrations that day has held. And as cathartic and therapeutic as it has all been, I have been running on a treadmill, essentially the road to nowhere. WHOA! This irony hit me like a ton of bricks today, as I have found myself, in life, at a bit of a standstill.
I am in a 'different' or 'unique' place at the moment in life. One in which I am finally over that huge hill of regaining my independence after what one can only call the heartache of a lifetime. In hindsight...it all really boils down to two very simple, and maybe cliche things, it just wasn't meant to be...and whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I am me again, finally, and it feels amazing to be back. I have wonderful friends, newer and old, two of whom I have the pleasure of living with. My family is incredible, and I can honestly say are not my rock, but my insides... I have no idea what my life would be without them. I have a great job, which lately I seem to be only moderately excited about on good days. But that is a whole other ball of wax.....
And here is the kicker, the missing piece. For anyone on the inner circle or outer fringe of the teaching world, you have likely heard of the children's author and poet, Shel Silverstein. In an attempt to expose my seven and eight year old students to some light and airy poetry, I rounded up several of Silverstein's works from the school library. Little did I know that one would dig away at me until I decided to acknowledge it in a blog. And the title, The Missing Piece (how convenient!).
As the lonely circle, much like PacMan, rolls along life's road in this story in search of its missing piece, I found myself near tears. Was this me? How the hell could I completely relate to the thoughts of a line drawing of a circle? But I did, and I could.
It seems that this is the only major thing that I am lacking in my life, the missing piece. Being close before, I can appreciate that relationships, and love certainly do not come easy, so the effort or work required doesn't scare me in the least. However it is the waiting game, the sitting back and waiting for it to happen that is the most daunting of tasks at times. And this is where the standstill comes in. What do I do? What direction do I take, or do I continue to sit by optimistically waiting for it all to just magically fall into place, for my 'piece' to finally come to me? (Piece: you know who you are!)
So this is me....on the treadmill....and the thoughts that rarely are far from the foreground of my mind. I know in the end...the wait, and the roads, and the killing time on the treadmill, will have been worth it. Every minute, every step, every sore knee and ibuprofen will have been worth it. Because I know, that when the piece finally snaps into place it will be the incredible fit that I have always imagined it to be. So I continue to be patient...to wait...
Tonight I did my first run outside, an awesome run, a long run. I followed streets and turned corners, and charted my course back home. It may have been a colder and quieter journey than what I was used to...but ultimately, it feels as though I have made my way off of the road leading nowhere. Like I have some clarity. The piece will get here, eventually. It will just have to catch up with me somewhere along the road.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Labyrinth, not such a G-rated movie
As a child, one of the movies I watched repeatedly was the Labyrinth, an 80's classic featuring Jennifer Connelly (Sarah), and the one and only, David Bowie as Jareth the Goblin King. If you have never had the pleasure of seeing this movie, then this may be completely lost on you....but if you have, you will know EXACTLY what I am talking about.
Now this is supposed to be a childrens' movie, but why did the powers that be in wardrobe decide that David Bowie should be sporting a pair of lilac coloured spandex??? The icing on the cake though, is that Ziggy Stardust had to have had a sock in his crotch or is hung like a stallion! What is up with David Bowie and his package??!!
B
Please, tell me what you think!!
Now this is supposed to be a childrens' movie, but why did the powers that be in wardrobe decide that David Bowie should be sporting a pair of lilac coloured spandex??? The icing on the cake though, is that Ziggy Stardust had to have had a sock in his crotch or is hung like a stallion! What is up with David Bowie and his package??!!
B
Please, tell me what you think!!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The Top Ten Things That BLOW MY MIND
Picture it, St.Catharines, 2010.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and three friends and roomies embark on a visit to a local home decor store for one to make a very thoughtful purchase for the man in her life. While at the store, the three awkwardly manouevre a fragile home accessory atop a wobbly shopping cart, and then it happened...one of the things that officially blows my mind.....I will apologize now, as clearly this is more of a rant than anything witty or creative. But here is a list of the Top Ten Things That Blow My Mind....
10) People who rudely cut in front of you in a public place, or local home decor store, while you are carrying, moving, or lifting a heavy object. Really??! What the hell is wrong with these people?? No, don't worry, I enjoy carrying this anvil on my back...maybe you could just cut in front of me and walk VERY slowly.
9)Nail biting in a public place. Gross! Not only are our hands THE dirtiest part of our bodies....but doing the old bite and spit in public just totally urks me.
8)Nail biting in general. Please for the love of god, STOP, wash your hands, and let me make you a snack so I don't have to watch you eat your damn fingernails.
7)When people forget to use their manners. And I mean the very basics, common courtesy, please, thank you, you're welcome, or the multipurpose excuse me.....flatulence, or just to get by someone in a crowded place...try em...they work!
6)Stupidity.......everyday, simple lacking of common sense.
5) People with chew with their mouths open, smack their lips, or bite their silverware...makes me nearly physically ill to listen to any or all three.
4)Inconsiderate, unthoughtful people.
3)Cold weather also really grinds my gears.
2)Insincerity. Where have all the good people gone? I have little to no use for those who find it difficult to be honest, genuine and forthcoming with their feelings. I am a very open person, and wear my heart on my sleeve in most situations. I do not understand the logic behind hiding your feelings, opinions, desires, or needs. Life is just way to short to not be you to the fullest, to not cease the day and all that it has to offer, and to not grab hold of the ones you love tightly and let them know all that they bring to your life.
and the number 1 thing that blows my mind......
Canadian or not...how can anyone really like Nickelback?????
B
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and three friends and roomies embark on a visit to a local home decor store for one to make a very thoughtful purchase for the man in her life. While at the store, the three awkwardly manouevre a fragile home accessory atop a wobbly shopping cart, and then it happened...one of the things that officially blows my mind.....I will apologize now, as clearly this is more of a rant than anything witty or creative. But here is a list of the Top Ten Things That Blow My Mind....
10) People who rudely cut in front of you in a public place, or local home decor store, while you are carrying, moving, or lifting a heavy object. Really??! What the hell is wrong with these people?? No, don't worry, I enjoy carrying this anvil on my back...maybe you could just cut in front of me and walk VERY slowly.
9)Nail biting in a public place. Gross! Not only are our hands THE dirtiest part of our bodies....but doing the old bite and spit in public just totally urks me.
8)Nail biting in general. Please for the love of god, STOP, wash your hands, and let me make you a snack so I don't have to watch you eat your damn fingernails.
7)When people forget to use their manners. And I mean the very basics, common courtesy, please, thank you, you're welcome, or the multipurpose excuse me.....flatulence, or just to get by someone in a crowded place...try em...they work!
6)Stupidity.......everyday, simple lacking of common sense.
5) People with chew with their mouths open, smack their lips, or bite their silverware...makes me nearly physically ill to listen to any or all three.
4)Inconsiderate, unthoughtful people.
3)Cold weather also really grinds my gears.
2)Insincerity. Where have all the good people gone? I have little to no use for those who find it difficult to be honest, genuine and forthcoming with their feelings. I am a very open person, and wear my heart on my sleeve in most situations. I do not understand the logic behind hiding your feelings, opinions, desires, or needs. Life is just way to short to not be you to the fullest, to not cease the day and all that it has to offer, and to not grab hold of the ones you love tightly and let them know all that they bring to your life.
and the number 1 thing that blows my mind......
Canadian or not...how can anyone really like Nickelback?????
B
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Here we go....
Well here it is, the start of a brand new endeavour, a creative outlet if you will...or perhaps maybe even a sounding board at times. My very first post!
While I could comment on a variety of current events (Canada's recent success at the olympic games, earthquakes in Chile, or Haiti), I think I will start with a little of what some may call meaningless social commentary.
Yesterday, while watching Oprah, and adjusting my cynic hat, I actually heard, felt and related to many of the words that spilled from the mouth of Jessica Simpson. Although not a huge fan of J.Simp, the girl had a few very good points! As a courtesy to her new found intellect, and simply because I admired her for getting up on her soapbox...I would like to take a moment to comment on a few of the points that I TOTALLY agreed with.....
1) The media has a skewed view of 'beautiful'.
Rather than consistently celebrating the differences that make women beautiful and unique, time, energy, and the almighty buck are wasted in promoting the careers ond futures of the plastic, artificial bimbos of reality T.V. (If an example of one of these media whores is really necessary, see Heidi Montag)
2)That a size 4 is NOT fat!
Coming from one curvy girl to another, this really hit home with me. The infamous 'Mom Jeans' photo has seemed to scar Jessica Simpson, even a year later, the mention of the very unflattering photo still upset the pop star. I think that all of us have fallen victim to that unflattering photo which somehow finds its way to facebook...but to have magazines devote, weeks, and even months to your not so flattering fashion faux pas, is just ridiculous.Find something more newsworthy than destroying the self esteem of a woman coming into her own, and go with that.
On that note....... well done Jessica, and thank you for shedding a little light on what is truly beautiful!
B
While I could comment on a variety of current events (Canada's recent success at the olympic games, earthquakes in Chile, or Haiti), I think I will start with a little of what some may call meaningless social commentary.
Yesterday, while watching Oprah, and adjusting my cynic hat, I actually heard, felt and related to many of the words that spilled from the mouth of Jessica Simpson. Although not a huge fan of J.Simp, the girl had a few very good points! As a courtesy to her new found intellect, and simply because I admired her for getting up on her soapbox...I would like to take a moment to comment on a few of the points that I TOTALLY agreed with.....
1) The media has a skewed view of 'beautiful'.
Rather than consistently celebrating the differences that make women beautiful and unique, time, energy, and the almighty buck are wasted in promoting the careers ond futures of the plastic, artificial bimbos of reality T.V. (If an example of one of these media whores is really necessary, see Heidi Montag)
2)That a size 4 is NOT fat!
Coming from one curvy girl to another, this really hit home with me. The infamous 'Mom Jeans' photo has seemed to scar Jessica Simpson, even a year later, the mention of the very unflattering photo still upset the pop star. I think that all of us have fallen victim to that unflattering photo which somehow finds its way to facebook...but to have magazines devote, weeks, and even months to your not so flattering fashion faux pas, is just ridiculous.Find something more newsworthy than destroying the self esteem of a woman coming into her own, and go with that.
On that note....... well done Jessica, and thank you for shedding a little light on what is truly beautiful!
B
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