*O.k. I have to ease my mind... I am not skinny, but please understand that I had three jackets on...*
Wednesday, March 25
Wordless Wednesday- A day with my aquatic and feathery friends.
*O.k. I have to ease my mind... I am not skinny, but please understand that I had three jackets on...*
Monday, March 23
Fresh Air
I made some calls to lift my spirits, my heart was heavy. I thought some tears would cleanse me, but still my chest wore the weight of loneliness. Dragging my feet I closed the door to my apartment.
I walked the dirty snow lined streets within the walls of Old Quebec. I let my mind drift with the gentle breeze. Face to the sky I embraced the spring air. My chest filled while I counted to 10...back down it went. Each time counting my blessings.
Beneath each step I stunk deeper into 400 years of history. Founder Samuel de Champlain took my hand to share his city. Sculpted faces lined the sidewalk with pride. Joyous bells harmonized with the song of the sparrow. I took the muzzle of a beautiful horse in my hands. I shared a story about my days in the west and thanked him for the tender gift of listening.
Loneliness today slowly defined itself. It was then that I realized how lucky I am to have special people to miss.
I walked the dirty snow lined streets within the walls of Old Quebec. I let my mind drift with the gentle breeze. Face to the sky I embraced the spring air. My chest filled while I counted to 10...back down it went. Each time counting my blessings.
Beneath each step I stunk deeper into 400 years of history. Founder Samuel de Champlain took my hand to share his city. Sculpted faces lined the sidewalk with pride. Joyous bells harmonized with the song of the sparrow. I took the muzzle of a beautiful horse in my hands. I shared a story about my days in the west and thanked him for the tender gift of listening.
Loneliness today slowly defined itself. It was then that I realized how lucky I am to have special people to miss.
Winners
Thanks for everyone who entered the "Fancy Feet" giveaway. It is funny that I chose that week to talk about The Body Shop at Home Consultant job... just a few days later they announced they were getting rid of that part of the business. Don't worry the stores will remain as is. BIG..HUGE..Congrats to A Family Completed... she is the winner of giveaway.
Don't forget....I have another giveaway going on CLICK HERE!
Don't forget....I have another giveaway going on CLICK HERE!
Sunday, March 22
Coffee and Small Balls
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Coffee and Small Balls
“Nothing you do or say...Love on the Rocks”-sing it to me Neil. Soothing sap from the two billboard legends. Whitney Houston just finished asking me “didn't we almost have it all”. Easy Rock...keep away from the sharp objects.
Bound and determined to escape the comforts of my own home I headed to Maguire Street. A swanky little area for the above average. No makeup, no shower, I grabbed the pants I wore yesterday and a sweater, I obviously didn't read the instructions when washing because my naval shows if I make any upward body movements. No one wants to see my love handles....the other voice in me says, “Don't look”.
I started at Starbucks, but I was not happy to find that I would have to pay to use the Internet. Next, Le Bagel, they sat me right away. I have been here 2 other times. Each of those ended with me walking out with a tick from irritation. The service is awful. One waitress, who apparently sleeps amongst the bagels at night was here again. Without fail she wasted no time trying to faked a smile instead she spat her unfriendly words at me while using threatening non-verbal gestures. (A very hard talent to master.) I paused for a moment wishing so much I could help her with whatever it is that makes her so unhappy. With a smile and bad French I ordered. “Time after time” plays through the speakers...how apropos.
I had to sneak a photo of this guy....totally French, right. I pretended to be taking a photo of the street then at the last minute swung it in his direction. Crafty photog. Work... Note the cream on white fashion risk, but he is owning it, snap.
Making it a weekend of "new", I suggested that we go bowling. Maybe a bit of forced effort to have fun, but whatever. Some of us went and quickly found out that some of us suck at bowling. Serious question, have you ever seen small balls? Get your mind out of the gutter, no pun intended, but how funny. (Now I know where that expression came from...thank you bowler people that's a good one.) I had never seen small balls, my husband and his friend had never seen small balls....but that is all they had. Small balls.
*We all look like we have jaundice due to the monochromatic yellow hues.
It is for that reason alone, it was the fault of the small balls that I never made it into the triple digits. Well, not really. I have never been a good "sports" person. The final score also exhibits...we are all pretty bad. This will most likely remain a once in a great while outing.
Coffee and Small Balls
“Nothing you do or say...Love on the Rocks”-sing it to me Neil. Soothing sap from the two billboard legends. Whitney Houston just finished asking me “didn't we almost have it all”. Easy Rock...keep away from the sharp objects.
Bound and determined to escape the comforts of my own home I headed to Maguire Street. A swanky little area for the above average. No makeup, no shower, I grabbed the pants I wore yesterday and a sweater, I obviously didn't read the instructions when washing because my naval shows if I make any upward body movements. No one wants to see my love handles....the other voice in me says, “Don't look”.
I started at Starbucks, but I was not happy to find that I would have to pay to use the Internet. Next, Le Bagel, they sat me right away. I have been here 2 other times. Each of those ended with me walking out with a tick from irritation. The service is awful. One waitress, who apparently sleeps amongst the bagels at night was here again. Without fail she wasted no time trying to faked a smile instead she spat her unfriendly words at me while using threatening non-verbal gestures. (A very hard talent to master.) I paused for a moment wishing so much I could help her with whatever it is that makes her so unhappy. With a smile and bad French I ordered. “Time after time” plays through the speakers...how apropos.
I had to sneak a photo of this guy....totally French, right. I pretended to be taking a photo of the street then at the last minute swung it in his direction. Crafty photog. Work... Note the cream on white fashion risk, but he is owning it, snap.
Making it a weekend of "new", I suggested that we go bowling. Maybe a bit of forced effort to have fun, but whatever. Some of us went and quickly found out that some of us suck at bowling. Serious question, have you ever seen small balls? Get your mind out of the gutter, no pun intended, but how funny. (Now I know where that expression came from...thank you bowler people that's a good one.) I had never seen small balls, my husband and his friend had never seen small balls....but that is all they had. Small balls.
*We all look like we have jaundice due to the monochromatic yellow hues.
It is for that reason alone, it was the fault of the small balls that I never made it into the triple digits. Well, not really. I have never been a good "sports" person. The final score also exhibits...we are all pretty bad. This will most likely remain a once in a great while outing.
Thursday, March 19
A day of teaching...ESL
Friday Foto Finish Fiesta...play along, click here.
The sunrise played peek-a-boo behind trees. I wished for the warmth to fill me. Birds were flying and people were driving, everyone in a hurry. I let the wind grab a hold of my wings, slowly I landed.
It was 8:00 in the morning, two hours behind me and 9 hours to go... Hours went by yet time stood still. To be, present perfect and some prepositions... is the clock broken? Another student. Florescent lights, unflattering, unforgiving and unnerving with their incessant flicker. Not a window in sight. The hypnotic sounds of the warehouse drones on and on. Unknown words from the French speaking associates to my one English voice. I think I am lonely.
5 more hours, I'm on my toes...pacing between students. Anxiety from the 6x6 cell, it was closing in on me. The friendly faces and a desire to learn sat me down. The hands started to move. Then I remember time is a gift.
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The sunrise played peek-a-boo behind trees. I wished for the warmth to fill me. Birds were flying and people were driving, everyone in a hurry. I let the wind grab a hold of my wings, slowly I landed.
It was 8:00 in the morning, two hours behind me and 9 hours to go... Hours went by yet time stood still. To be, present perfect and some prepositions... is the clock broken? Another student. Florescent lights, unflattering, unforgiving and unnerving with their incessant flicker. Not a window in sight. The hypnotic sounds of the warehouse drones on and on. Unknown words from the French speaking associates to my one English voice. I think I am lonely.
5 more hours, I'm on my toes...pacing between students. Anxiety from the 6x6 cell, it was closing in on me. The friendly faces and a desire to learn sat me down. The hands started to move. Then I remember time is a gift.
My 2 Giveaways....go to the top and click Giveaways. It's that easy. Have a great Friday!
Wednesday, March 18
Wordless Wednesday....
It's melting...(A parking meter that just emerged from the snow.)
Signs of Spring...
Hazards of Spring....(That is a sheet of ice on the sidewalk.)
Happy Wordless Wednesday!
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Signs of Spring...
Hazards of Spring....(That is a sheet of ice on the sidewalk.)
Happy Wordless Wednesday!
Click here and try to win my "Foot Spa" giveaway....
Click here to learn more about "I love being carded!" card swap.
Monday, March 16
Happy Heifer....
Due to the graphic nature of this natural event I want you to be aware that birth of any kind is detailed...if you are not ready for that, you will not be ready for this post. (Photos within are ummm...detailed.)
4:00 a.m. the spot light bounces as the rubber tires on the four wheeler move across the new spring grass. Some of the mamas in waiting open their eyes only to be blinded by the light. (It is almost confirmed that someone in the band grew up on a farm and this is where the song "Blinded by the light" was born.) Using my pointer finger I play the opening key board sounds while the other hand firmly hits the gas. My mini rock concert takes place in the pasture of cows. Manfred Mann's Earth Band would be proud. My fans, although very impressed, do not move in the slightest way. Tough crowd tonight. An actual sigh of relieve comes out of me knowing that like everyone else I have no idea what the lyrics are after the first few words. I bow my head giving thanks to those ungrateful beef patties.
The night sky is full of stars. I kill the motor and stop my singing to hear the music of the night. A warm feeling of comforting arms wrap around me while the light breeze whispers in my ear. A coyote cries for a lovers return. The hoot of an owl brings question to my mind. A lone cow is mooing. In the distance I see the valley of Missoula is fast asleep.
I hopscotch through yesterdays placenta and listen to young mothers feeding their newborn. I sit and watch the bonding. A new mother's nervous tongue gently cleans her baby. Barely 24 hours old, together they moving into the direction of life, living, surviving. Still suckling for milk I leave them for the night.
(Photo taken at a different time...)
In the far corner of the field I see the silhouette of Double "O" Seven.
Aka, Oh Oh.... She is an older cow with years of calving under her belt, rarely without incidence. She stands there casually, smoke billowing out of her nostrils while enjoying her cud. Her backside reveals a calf making it's way into the world on this cold March night. Oh Oh, shows no sign of concern outside of her next meal or the treats I have in my pocket, something she is always acutely aware of. Perhaps this isn't the time to be focused on bite size treats as it should be all about birth. My eyes are open to our differences. I can almost guarantee that I wouldn't be nibbling on a carrot during birth...maybe ice cream. She lays down through a few of her contractions...still chewing and most likely not too concerned. (Photo taken at a different time...here to support the text.)
My nerves are getting the best of me. Like Oh Oh, I want to run into the house grab some food and wait. I know that it will be hour before her little one arrives. After laying in the field for what felt like half of the night I trudged my way back to the four wheeler. Climbing into bed I set the alarm anticipating the birth of another sweet calf.
Sunrise...a new baby.
If I had a JVC HD Camcorder, like the one An Ordinary Life is giving away....you could have watched a video. Seriously, I could have still played the key board solo, driven the four wheeler while taping it, how cool would that have been? The video camcorder fits into the palm of my hand. 150 hours of birth, now come on. That is entertainment at it's best. If you think I should win the camcorder or if you want to enter (and vote for me) hop on over and find out how.... I'll heart you forever!
Check out my giveaway is here.
4:00 a.m. the spot light bounces as the rubber tires on the four wheeler move across the new spring grass. Some of the mamas in waiting open their eyes only to be blinded by the light. (It is almost confirmed that someone in the band grew up on a farm and this is where the song "Blinded by the light" was born.) Using my pointer finger I play the opening key board sounds while the other hand firmly hits the gas. My mini rock concert takes place in the pasture of cows. Manfred Mann's Earth Band would be proud. My fans, although very impressed, do not move in the slightest way. Tough crowd tonight. An actual sigh of relieve comes out of me knowing that like everyone else I have no idea what the lyrics are after the first few words. I bow my head giving thanks to those ungrateful beef patties.
The night sky is full of stars. I kill the motor and stop my singing to hear the music of the night. A warm feeling of comforting arms wrap around me while the light breeze whispers in my ear. A coyote cries for a lovers return. The hoot of an owl brings question to my mind. A lone cow is mooing. In the distance I see the valley of Missoula is fast asleep.
I hopscotch through yesterdays placenta and listen to young mothers feeding their newborn. I sit and watch the bonding. A new mother's nervous tongue gently cleans her baby. Barely 24 hours old, together they moving into the direction of life, living, surviving. Still suckling for milk I leave them for the night.(Photo taken at a different time...)
In the far corner of the field I see the silhouette of Double "O" Seven.
Aka, Oh Oh.... She is an older cow with years of calving under her belt, rarely without incidence. She stands there casually, smoke billowing out of her nostrils while enjoying her cud. Her backside reveals a calf making it's way into the world on this cold March night. Oh Oh, shows no sign of concern outside of her next meal or the treats I have in my pocket, something she is always acutely aware of. Perhaps this isn't the time to be focused on bite size treats as it should be all about birth. My eyes are open to our differences. I can almost guarantee that I wouldn't be nibbling on a carrot during birth...maybe ice cream. She lays down through a few of her contractions...still chewing and most likely not too concerned. (Photo taken at a different time...here to support the text.)
My nerves are getting the best of me. Like Oh Oh, I want to run into the house grab some food and wait. I know that it will be hour before her little one arrives. After laying in the field for what felt like half of the night I trudged my way back to the four wheeler. Climbing into bed I set the alarm anticipating the birth of another sweet calf.
Sunrise...a new baby.
If I had a JVC HD Camcorder, like the one An Ordinary Life is giving away....you could have watched a video. Seriously, I could have still played the key board solo, driven the four wheeler while taping it, how cool would that have been? The video camcorder fits into the palm of my hand. 150 hours of birth, now come on. That is entertainment at it's best. If you think I should win the camcorder or if you want to enter (and vote for me) hop on over and find out how.... I'll heart you forever!
Check out my giveaway is here.
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