winnipeg rye bread

Yesterday I was out walking the hood. I hit the time junction of the bus dropping off people near to the market. This elderly woman , cane in hand, disembarked and our eyes met. She asked me to carry her groceries home for her; of course that’s easy I say.

We walked very slowly chatted niceties and I noticed that in the bags were four loaves of Winnipeg rye bread. It seems her friend, who lives on the east side of Vancouver, picks up the loaves and she must travel across town to retrieve them.

Her story; at 79 her knee has blown out, she is originally from Iran, owned and operated a few donut shops over the years and finds herself struggling with the physical decline of her former self. No kids, husband long gone. She asked if I was married…and then said on a parting note “ I will pray for you to get married, god bless”. I left her apartment after placing the loaves gingerly on her dinning table and will wait to see if that prayer does me any good.

seasonal switch up

rain today. the streets are slick, mirror images of light caught between gray clouds and puddles. the scent of winter catches me unaware. i look up at the trees see their bared winter look and realize they too, sleep naked.

its funny how the seasons drive change. we take different moods, attitudes and attach them to people, relationships and inner needs when the outside world changes. it may not even be apparent at the time.

i like all four seasons. its a great way to catalog and reflect on time passed. cause really we never truly examine time until it has passed.

spent some time thinking lately

what is life all about? what lessons are to be learned and why? what connections matter and what ones don't?
this lil tidbit is worth the watch...reminds me how important it is to find a quiet place near the ocean or on the mountain top and just sit...quietly ..and remember the important things...like each other , stopping in the moment to be thankful for your health and if you are lucky enough; love.

stupidville

sometimes your friends get caught up in bad situations. bad people with zero intentions who like to use people. often they end up in a place called "stupidville" this place sucks them in and they end up lost unable to map their way out no matter what direction you give them (either through the heart or the mind). sometimes they talk and talk and dont really want to hear how you would handle things.

i spent far too long in "stupidville" with maida. and now my friend n.a. is going through the same thing. all i can do is sit near by and wait it out with her. she knows he is not the one;his intentions are clear. but only she can find her way out.

candy

yet again he captures me

WTF - iPhone application locates sex offenders in your neighborhood

apple has this new app
basically legalized witch hunting

live and let live i say.

what next an app that locates gay, christians, ford drivers?

things to note

summer is here
life is good
people who whine 'bout the heat need to move to edmonton or the like

camping is good for the soul- no blackberry no pc no tv
just fellowship over a cup of coffee
and then there is bocce ball, frisbee, golf and the best part
no stress!
make the good times happen.

holidays

it is a good thing to take time away from life as we know it.

i am southbound today and so looking forward to the sun.

Take America Back is the slogan of an RV manufacturer... and I so am.

why are we surprised when we have to ask men more than once to do something?

brilliant explanation!

it has happened

a empty ram slot
bottom of the creamo container staring at me
running on empty
rope ending near

no words of late fall into my hands
or out of my blogging mouth

uninspired? stupid? head cold?

naw just friggin busy with life!! and now the golf clubs have come out and camping season is just around the corner...

i am back

the crazy's get crazier - vancouver gun fun

"You don’t need no gun control, you know what you need? We need some bullet control. Men, we need to control the bullets, that’s right. I think all bullets should cost five thousand dollars… five thousand dollars per bullet… You know why? Cause if a bullet cost five thousand dollars there would be no more innocent bystanders.

Yeah! Every time somebody get shut we’d say, ‘Damn, he must have done something... Shit, he’s got fifty thousand dollars worth of bullets in his ass.’

And people would think before they killed somebody if a bullet cost five thousand dollars. ‘Man I would blow your fucking head off…if I could afford it.’ ‘I’m gonna get me another job, I’m going to start saving some money, and you’re a dead man. You’d better hope I can’t get no bullets on layaway.’

So even if you get shot by a stray bullet, you wouldn't have to go to no doctor to get it taken out. Whoever shot you would take their bullet back, like "I believe you got my property.""
— Chris Rock

thiev'n arseholes

well, nothing pisses me off more then losing something i treasure...whether it be a girl, a dog , a fav piece of bling...and in this case..
my mickey antenna ball.
adrienne brought me back a new mickey ball and someone stole it off my truck! what low life does such a thing?

despair not!!!! for it shall be replaced...on the way to palm springs,we will hit the happiest place on earth and get another one!

and so the trip is planned...to CA, disneyland, palm springs and josuha national park...all with the wee rv in tow!

hooked up a super cute co-pilot, ..should be a great way to get to know each other ... and she has not been!

everyone should go to the house of the mouse at least once in their lives...it is living proof that happiness can be bought for the mere admission to a land of dreams and pretty things.
i cant friggin wait!!!

picture perfect

i had a wonderful weekend. period.

the type of playful weekend where everything is right as rain. i am healthy. i laugh with ease and am surrounded by some very positive energy.
it was a opportunity to look back at the last year and examine how much my life has shifted.

i forgot how good it feels to be happy, content and optimistic.

i also found other thoughts of a past life that i truly miss. the sense of family, my family..a mate and a little wiener dog that ruled the roost. i realised how much that made me feel complete. i yearn for that feeling. i yearn for that pace of life where sunday morning and the paper were moments of extreme peace until that lil four legged bastard barked at shadows in the trees!

simply needs i have.

hate this part

well, toronto moved from uncomfortable cold to disgusting slush. my pants and shoes are covered in salt stains, the streets are dirty and wet and the people notable unhappy. i am so not liking this place. as i have said to many a recruiter " i would rather be poor in the west than rich in the east". i will take the rain over this any day. cant wait to get back to my turf.

two things

the obama gig
as canadians do we line up for hours in the cold, in the millions to watch a prime minister walked down the red carpet and pledge to meet his job description? crazy...and really, why did he not give the money that was spent to host all those balls he and his missus attended to a needy cause? symbolic leadership my friends is not high on his list

2009 outlook

yup now i have seen it all...get your dog horoscope here now...horoscopes.astrology.com/dailydogscopetaurus.html

elliott louis gallery

had a great eveneing with dh, went the elliott louis galley for an opening. was honoured to see her work up close. the energy in the room was very cool even when there a small pollitical outburst on the gaza situation.

it was grand to be surrounded by the artists and their supportors. am so enjoying this new adventure- so much to learn about art.
first pic is my fav dh painting and the next one is david grieve.

roids

pre mri drugs, to get my sniffer back

so the doc says, one week before xmas...
heres the prednisone..
ok
it has side effects
ok
not good ones
ok
moody, irritable,emotional, bad sleep pattens, upsets your eating routines, may cause blurred vision
ok; can i take it after xmas?

so, here i am day two...rough night, weird dreams - explosions, fires,running scared,trapped...
today , stressed, agitated..want to kill someone while crying through the whole event...had halos around my sight...lost pure focus for 2.5 hours!

christ now i get how those 'roid monkeys commit crimes..it is running through my blood stream and i feel it. not a good place to be- especially in HR. lol..now whos ass should i can today?

when are humans, not

watched a great program on embryo cryo-preservation - or as i call'em, spermsicles!
the debate being...again who has more rights..the "human" or the people who created said "human"

there is christian group in the US running a program called the snowflakes embyro adoption program where you may take a spermcicle leftover from parents who wanted to conceive(and have leaving other spermcicles unwanted), and grow that embryo as your own.

"When a family has been successful
in having a child through in vitro
fertilization, remaining embryos are
often cryo-preserved. This results
in question are what to do with the
remaining embryos."
http://www.nightlight.org/programs_SnowflakeEmbryoAdoption.html

facinating..really...because many people who created yet not utilised said "humans" are not comfortable knowing that they have off spring in the world they either dont know or even worse, have not authorised the existence thereof.

science creates conflict with its gifts.

un- inspiration point

had a funny conversation with dh today walking towards the watermark cafe in kits.we were talking about how the beach area is known as a make out place, "inspiration point" as we have all known of it

so i say, well where is the un-inspiration point?
wouldn't break ups be a hell of a lot easier if you say drove to place where uninspired things were known to occur?
...i mean, actually then you could save the drive and just say out loud " i think we need to go to ______ " and then the other person would know it was over!

jesus. i am on to this thought. will post some ideas soon.