reflection

   reflection 

    The other day I awoke earlier than usual. Outside my window the birds chirped and sang as the sun began to rise. I wasn’t ready to get up really, so I lay there with my eyes closed and listened to the birdsong. As I listened my mind began to drift, as it is prone to do so. I started to ponder life and why things happen. What is the meaning of it all? I do not have the answers, and nor do I want them. I like a little mystery.

    As I have spent countless hours pondering life’s mysteries over the course of my life,  and I have decided that there is no reasoning behind why things happen. Do you think that sounds harsh? I just feel that sometimes we humans are prone to analyse every little thing and sometimes you don’t NEED to do that. Sometimes you just need to go with the flow. There may not be a greater meaning. Perhaps we are just meant to, well, be.

    Taking into consideration, the time space continuum, chaos theory and even string theory, I have concluded one thing: crap happens. No reason. No mystery. I really don’t think the universe is trying to let me know that I need to appreciate everything in my life. If that were the case, the universe is obviously not paying close enough attention to me because I appreciate the hell out of everything in my life already. I am sure there is a theory somewhere that can explain all of this, I have no clue what that theory is but I have an understanding now and I feel sort of ok about it.

    A friend of mine whom I find to be extremely wise, pointed out to me that we are all parts of a larger whole. True. And within us, we also contain parts of that whole. That got me thinking as to how we are all interconnected. Everyone of us on the planet are actually the parts of a greater whole. Whether you choose for that to be taken literally, spiritually or figuratively is entirely up to you.

    I am not a religious person, but I do consider myself to be spiritual. The idea that we are all connected is greatly comforting if you take a moment to ponder the subject. In ways that we cannot comprehend, we are all small parts of a great whole, connected without our knowledge. Mull it over. Perhaps it will help you to feel better when things go awry. I know that this revelation doesn’t answer any questions and it certainly does not assuage any fears for the future. We all have those, we all have events that occur in our lives that we rather wish would not happen. Togetherness is a concept that does make me feel a little better about everything in general. Just knowing that we are not alone when we go through a crisis, no matter how big or small, alleviates some pressure for me. We are all in this together. United. Connected.

    That’s me then.

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Published in: on May 19, 2009 at 6:54 pm  Leave a Comment  

finals

 finals

    * Disclaimer* I apologize that this is so long. I am recapping two episodes today. Please forgive me!

    And then there were three. It’s getting down to the wire now people, the final 3 contestants on American Idol. I am late with this because I wanted to make certain that I had watched it this week and I also figured I may as well have both episodes under my belt before I posted. Makes it a bit more fun that way. Then I can also add my two cents in about the final two as well!

     Danny does D’Arby. I wasn’t impressed. It was a bit cheestastic with the dancing. Who on earth decided to throw that choreography in there? That image of him gyrating may be burned into my retinas for days to come. Gee. I hope not. Anyway, he did well as always, but he won’t win. The judges liked him. Good. He had fun. Also good. I lost 2 minutes I will never get back. Not good. Round two and he sings ‘You Are So Beautiful’ and does a pretty good job! Still not gonna win though! I think Randy said ‘dude’ about 7,627 times during his review, dude.

    Next up is Kris. I have come to think of him as ‘little Kris’. I don’t know why. Just seems fitting. He does a really good job. I like the piano. He also looks pretty cute this week. Now I DO think he has a shot at winning. Why? Because he’s commercially viable. Who’s album would you buy? I wouldn’t buy either if I’m being honest. I never have purchased any Idol winner’s cd. Nor will I ever. Just not my thing. But, that being said, Kris is far more mainstream top 40ish and that is what sells cd’s. I am irked that Paula criticized a song SHE chose Kris to sing. Well then Paula, perhaps YOU should have picked a better song. No? Ugh. I am so over Paula and her antics. It was nice to see Paula going back to her roots, dressed as a wild west can can girl, on the vote off portion though.  Remember, I am critiquing two episodes at the same time. Try to keep up. Um. Kris’s second song. I didn’t like it. It sounded like he had a stuffy nose. Apparently Randy did not agree with me because he said it was better than the original. Turtleneck liked it as well. I couldn’t tell if Paula liked it, she commended him for being different. Does that mean she liked it? Or was she just not able to commit?  Simon seemed to enjoy his second song more than the first lame song choice. So it’s all good for Kris.

    Once again I was struck by the favouritism shown to Adam. Simon had to get special permission from U2 so that Adam could sing a special song. How special. I’m sure everyone else notices that he gets special lights, special stairs, and I think it’s a tad unfair. None of the others have received that sort of treatment. Ok so we KNOW Adam will win, is it because we have been swayed to vote for him with his grand production numbers? Perhaps. I was not swayed this week however. I think this was a weak performance from Adam. I could also see right down his throat and into his stomach. Charming. Adam does Aerosmith for song number two. Kill me now because I actually thought Adam’s sparklie tee was cute. I’d not be opposed to owning that. On to the song, he did an awesome job, really killed it! The song suited his glam-rock voice nicely. Good for you Adam. You took a song, and you made it your own (insert seal clap here).

    And so we come to the end. Everyone went back to their hometowns. There were parades. Crowds turned out to see their hometown heroes. Blah. Blah. Blah. It didn’t escape my notice that Katy Perry wore Adam’s name on her cape during her performance. Again, I think the producers should not have allowed that favouritism, I didn’t see Kris’s name on there. Never mind. Let’s get to the vote off shall we? Drum roll please…….Danny goes home! So there you have it. The final two competing for the crown next week are Adam (shocker) and Kris (actual shocker, not a facetious fake shocker)! Congrats dudes. Tune in next week for my final recap. And then there were two…

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 14, 2009 at 5:38 pm  Comments (1)  
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cherish

 cherish

    Nine years ago today was one of the happiest days of my life. The sun was shining brightly. All the stars in the universe aligned. There was a slight chill in the air. Mother nature was kind enough to provide a light dusting of snow. Yes. SNOW. In may. But I did not care one smidge. Nothing could burst my wonderful little bubble. I was giddy with anticipation barely able to contain my joy. It was a great day. A day I will never forget. My wedding day.

     I was dolled up in a ridiculously puffy white dress and I am not too ashamed to admit that it took a small crew of people to navigate me and my dress through the limo doors. Or any doors that day. I looked like a cake decoration. No. I looked like a cake, well perhaps a cupcake, I am only small after all. Yes, I looked like a cupcake dripping with gallons of fluffy whipped icing. And I LOVED it. I felt like a princess. And like every lucky princess, I was marrying a handsome prince. Lucky indeed!

    DH and I have been together for many years now and I still feel like a lucky princess. My husband is definitely one of the most wonderful men in the whole world. Those of you who are fortunate enough to know him can back me up on that! He’s incredibly intelligent. Witty. Handsome. And he kills spiders promptly and without complaint. What more could you ask for?

    I am usually not one for sentimentality but thinking of my wedding day makes me smile and feel all gooey inside. I can still recall how happy I was when I walked down the aisle and my eyes met those of my husband to be. How handsome he looked! So calm and composed and so smiley as he stood at the alter. After the ceremony we had countless pictures taken. I hate having my picture taken, but THAT day, I was happy to stand for what felt like hours and grin my face off whilst the photographer snapped away. My cheeks actually hurt because I smiled so much that day. I had a defining moment as I walked up the staircase arm in arm with my husband and entered the hotel where we held our reception. A little girl standing with her mother inside the lobby squealed, ‘Look mommy! A BRIDE!’ My heart melted when I heard those words. A bride. I never really wanted to be a bride, but I was so overjoyed that I was one. I am still overjoyed to this day.

    I cherish the memory of that day. I cherish my darling husband. Thank you for nine wonderful years together. Happy Anniversary my handsome prince. I love you. Always and forever.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 13, 2009 at 2:38 pm  Comments (3)  
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twentythree

twentythree 

      Tomorrow is a big day. Well not a big day for me, or anyone I know personally, but it’s still a big day. It’s Robert Pattinson’s twenty third birthday. Yeah I know, it’s not important to you, and it’s not really important to me. Ok, so it’s a little important to me. I will claim that it is important only because it is blog worthy. Some of you know better, ahem, DH. Oh and I have a very special day of my own tomorrow, so I share it with Rob (insert gleeful giggle here). See honey, I DO love you more, I’m posting about my boyfriend today. Not on his actual birthday. Because tomorrow is DH’s special day, or one of them anyway, and I wouldn’t want Rob to detract from that.

    I vaguely remember being twenty three myself. Full of youthful impetuosity. Everything was still where it should be. Those were good times. I think at some point I declared, ‘Twenty three is the best age EVER!’ I still lie…I mean…stretch  the truth about my age at every possible chance. Sometimes if it’s dark enough, and if the recipient of my fib is drunk enough, I tell them I’m twenty three. Judge not, until you have walked a mile in my slightly worn, but still youth-fullish, shoes.

    What I have gained in knowledge, I have lost in elasticity. It’s sad, but it’s true. Some of you know what I’m on about. The ravages of time can be unkind. Well, perhaps it’s not that bad. I’ve seen worse. But if I am ever going to get the birthday boy to run away with me I’d better step up the skin care regime…

    I digress, this is not about me. It’s about you Rob. You and your youthful glow, your crooked boyish smile, your fantastically lush mop of hair, your chiseled angular jaw…I won’t go into more specifics…my mum sometimes reads this. So Happy Birthday Robert. I hope you get drunk and wake up without a hangover after having two hours of sleep and scarfing down a greasy cheeseburger at four in the morning because that’s what twenty three year olds do after all.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 12, 2009 at 2:45 pm  Leave a Comment  
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unthinkable

   unthinkable 

    Uh oh. Hell must have frozen over because last night the unthinkable happened. I went out and forgot to record Idol! I know, I know…how is that even possible? Trust me. It is possible. As a result I spent half the night trying to find the entire episode online. Not only was I unable to do that, but I was unable to find any performance. Ok so that’s not true. I found Allison’s. I thought she did a good job, but from what I gleaned from online blogs the judges were none too happy with her rendition. I can only assume Adam was great, so I’ll do just that. Yes, even at the risk of making an ass out of myself.

    So here’s all I know. It was Rock n’ Roll week. So far I can follow along with that, and I predict…erm…Adam did the best? Not an educated guess but I feel confident in my choice. I am going to go out on a limb and say that Paula looked horrid? Anyone? Can you back me up on that?

    I also ‘heard’ through the grapevine that there were duets as well. And there was some sort of tower mishap that prevented the contestants for rehearsing, or something like that. Honestly I am just making all this crap up…maybe.

    I guess I will have to pay close attention tonight. I promise I will. I might even blog about it tomorrow. I have a strong feeling that Danny will be ousted. Or maybe Kris. Ok, ok, it’s gonna be Allison. I really don’t know. Geez. This whole missed episode has made my brain freeze.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 6, 2009 at 2:21 pm  Comments (2)  

magnolia

   magnolia 

    My magnolia tree is in bloom! I am so excited about this. You can tell can’t you? It’s the first spring for my sweet little tree. Soft white petals grace the bare branches. My tree is the type that blooms in the spring before the leaves unfurl, which makes for a pretty showing of white flowers. I had no idea that the blossoms would be so fragrant, and so delicate, and just utterly lovely.   

    When I moved several years ago I was amazed to find magnolia trees growing at my local arboretum. I thought such things were only possible in warm humid climates. I was barely able to contain my joy when DH and I began our search for a new tree for our garden and we stumbled upon my little magnolia at a local gardening center. It will take many years for the 8 foot tree to grow sturdy and strong, so it’s protected  from the harsh winds that sometimes blow around our parts. I experienced a moment of panic last summer when we planted our newly acquired tree. Gale forced winds whipped through the garden and the small tree was buffeted about and bent almost to the ground. Luckily for me, my fabulous neighbour ran to the rescue. Within a few short minutes he was over in my garden with a sturdy contraption that supported my little tree and tethered it safely to the ground so that it would grow straight and sturdy. Phew!

    Because I now have my very own magnolia tree, I decided to do a little research and find out more about ‘Magdalene’, aptly nicknamed if I do say so myself. I discovered that fossilized specimens of  magnolia flowers have been found dating back 20 millions years, and fossils of magnolia plants have also been found,  dating back 95 million years. I had no idea the magnolia was such an ancient bloom. It has been on this planet a long, long time. Amazing. Since it evolved before the humble bumble bee, it’s flowers developed to encourage pollination from beetles. It’s nice knowing my tree is beautiful AND resourceful.

    Magnolias have been used in China for their medicinal qualities since 1083, since the bark has been found to contain a compound that has anti-anxiety properties. In parts of Japan, a specific type of magnolia leaf is used for wrapping food and also used as makeshift vessels in which meat and vegetables are grilled. Not only is it the state flower of Mississippi, but also the official state flower of Louisiana. And I thought it was just pretty. I had no idea that there were so many uses for the delicate flowers, leaves and bark. Shows how much I know. I guess it’s true, you do learn something every day.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 4, 2009 at 3:35 pm  Comments (1)  

rex

   rex 

    As you may have gathered from yesterday’s post, those of you who read it that is, my day did not go according to plan. After a lengthy phone conversation where much laughing ensued about said day, I took a step back and reassessed the situation. I was shown the way if you will. And thank you for doing so, you know who you are, because you helped me to see the humour in my day. If you don’t laugh you cry right?

    Well without going into too much detail because none of you really need to know what went down, let’s just say that my vehicle was bad. VERY bad, bordering on evil. Because that freaking car has put DH & myself through some rather unsavoury stuff lately. Not all the car’s fault, but I’d prefer to stay cryptic, so you can all just wonder why I am ranting about a hunk of metal. He/She knows what they did and at this moment in time they are being driven home to be parked in the garage so He/She can spend some time alone and think about what they did.

    I refer to the evil car in question as He/She because there has been much debate about how to refer to said vehicle. I like to think of the car as a he…and I dubbed him Rex, or Rexy, because of his make and model. Over the years he has been loving referred to as either the ‘Bat Mobile’ or our personal fave, the ‘Doll Car’. Our friends started calling him the ‘Doll Car’ because of his ridiculously small stature. Very unsuitable for a family with 3 kids all trying to get to separate sporting events, where sticks and balls and things with blades might be involved. But we are only two in our family. Three if you count our rather large princess of a dog. So a small car suits us just fine. Plus it has cool suicide doors. And you gotta love a 2 door car with hidden doors.

    Ok, so sometimes DH grumbles and complains that it’s not very practical when you purchase say, a dresser from Ikea. Then you are forced to midge rake in the parking lot looking for string or anything that you can tie the trunk closed with. But how often do you do that really? And it still makes me laugh my ass off thinking about that day…

    Pretty funny when you consider that my husband tried desperately to talk me into that car. I didn’t want it. No way. I wanted something else equally as impractical. Perhaps even a tad smaller. After much debating DH pulled out his trump card. Britney Spears. DON’T JUDGE. As it turns out she was photographed exiting our car. Well, not OUR actual car. Same make. Same model. DH knew I’d be putty in his hands after that. I am not admitting a weakness for Britney Spears, that would be foolish, and some of you would never let me live it down. Regardless, the car is ours. Warts and all. I hope he feels some remorse while he sits in the cold garage. It may be a while before he gets released from his time out.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on May 1, 2009 at 1:01 pm  Comments (1)  
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align

 align  

     Today I am wondering how I can force the universe, my universe, to get back in line. It seems to have been thrown off kilter by some cosmic event that I am not convinced I deserve to be part of…and I just want it all to get back the way it was. Seems like a lot to ask perhaps, but if you don’t ask, you don’t get. Words to live by. I am not asking for fanfare, parades and flowers. Just normal. Uneventful. I am done with excitement and adventures. I rather enjoy the uneventful. Mundane. Fluffy. It is far less risky.

    All this seriousness, and drama, is not me. My life works better when things stay fluffy. Not that I don’t enjoy delving into the depths every now and then, just dipping a toe in is enough for me sometimes. Lately I feel like I have been tossed in head first, in the dark, with no hope of a life boat drifting by. And…I have sand in my bathing suit. You know that’s going to leave a nasty rash.

    I am sure I’ll figure out what to do to appease the universe. At least I hope I will. No. I am sure I will. Might just take me some time. I can hear the seconds ticking away inside my head. There I go again, letting you see the inner workings of my mind. Sometimes I find it exhausting being me. We all feel that way on the odd occasion. It’s normal. It doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. Honestly, we all need a day to wallow.

    Well, when I figure it all out I will let you know. I can tow the line. I can walk the line. And damn it, I can make the universe align.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 30, 2009 at 2:06 pm  Comments (1)  

standards

    standard    

     It’s wednesday. You know what that means, Idol recap! Jamie Foxx was this weeks mentor for Rat Pack Standards.  At first I was skeptical because I had no idea Mr. Foxx is a classically trained musician but he’s quite possibly the best guest mentor ever. He had some really useful advice and I was pleased to see the results of his advice actually reflected in a few of the performances. Disappoint crept in once I realized that no spats between Simon and Kara were going to materialize, I love it when the judges disagree and fight amongst themselves, especially when they gang up on the new girl. Try as I might, I just cannot find a reason to like Kara. I thought that Kara looked horrid last night. Which now brings me to Paula. Ah yes, Paula. What the hell was she wearing? All wrapped up with a giant red bow. Is she Simon’s early Christmas gift? If so, I hope he has the decency to exchange her for something more useful.

     First up for the night was Kris Allen. Kris looked adorable, I must say. I liked the suit very much, he cleaned up well, as did all the Idol wannabes. It’s hard being first up, you have to be so fantastic the people remember your song, otherwise you get lost. He sang ‘The Way You Look Tonight’, it was the second song my husband and I danced to at our wedding (insert sentimental sappiness here…), not that it will sway my decision you understand. Kris did an alright job, I didn’t love it… the crowd seemed to eat it up though. Randy certainly seemed more impressed than I actually thought Kris deserved. I agree with Simon, he’s good, but he was not incredible.

    Allison sang ‘Someone to Watch Over Me’ and she did a great job. She really does sing with a maturity beyond her years. The comments from Simon after her performance however were that he wasn’t holding out much hope for Allison, maybe Simon knows something we don’t.

     Ok, I like Matt…sue me. I can’t help it, he looks like the love child of Robert Pattinson and Justin Timberlake.  His voice is nice, not vocally strong, but this was a good genre of music for him. He does possess that whole brat-pack vibe. Although he has struggled for the past few weeks to make a good impression, I have hope that he can redeem himself after last nights performance. I fear he cannot though. I’ll be sad to see him leave this week. Yes. I went there. Sometimes you just have to make difficult statements. I was SHOCKED that Simon actually liked Matt’s performance. Simon liked him. Wow. Impressive. He even used the word brilliant. Maybe Matt will be saved this week after all.

    Adam….what can I say? He’s just vocally more in control of his voice that any other Idol contestant. I still see him belting out show tunes on Broadway, but he’ll win regardless of my opinion. He’s VERY theatrical and I do believe he gets more ‘effects’ than the other contestants. That whole stairway thing was just shameless, giving him far more stage presence than any of the others. I am sure he’ll win. I’m just not convinced he’ll sell a ton of albums…he may go the way of Taylor Hicks…remember that guy? Only a few short hours until we find out who gets the boot. Can’t wait!

     That’s me then.

Published in: on April 29, 2009 at 9:38 pm  Comments (1)  
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stoup

   stoup    

    I have come to a life altering conclusion. Well, ok so it’s not really life altering…I was just baiting you. I’m mean like that. Today I have decided that I do not like, nor do I enjoy Rachel Ray. The show. The person. It all equates to the same amount of hatred. I am sorry Miss Ray. I am sure if I met you I would find you less annoying in person. Perhaps.

    She did a spread in FHM magazine. I recently just stumbled upon this, and at first I thought, ‘My eyes! My eyes.’ The above photo is part of the FHM pictorial. I think it’s from 2005. Still. Do we really need to see Rachel Ray like this? Seductively licking a spoon? In. Her. Underwear. Gordon Ramsay wouldn’t be caught dead in a pose like that…

     So here I am in front of the tv mindlessly tuning out…and up next comes Rachel’s show.  Let me preface this by saying that I am not a snob, not really, but I can cook. I enjoy cooking. Rachel can also cook. I have no doubt about that.  What I find puzzling is the stewp. Or is it stoup? Is it a stew or is it a soup? Tune in to find out! Really Rachel? WTF? If it’s thin and runny….or thick and liquidy, let’s go with a soup and stop this nonsense. If it’s chunky and contains more solid ingredients than it does liquid…I beg you, call it a stew. Please? Just for me? Will ya? And then perhaps we can get along.

    What irks me possibly more than the whole stoup fiasco is that every thing she makes seems to either taste like chicken wings, chili, pesto or barbecue something or another. And maybe I am wrong, I should give her a chance…(watches for 2 more minutes).

     No I can’t do it. The incessant giggling pisses me off too much. Really Rach…EVOO is not that funny. I am happy for you that you managed to get that word into the dictionary, honestly, maybe next year they will add stewp in there for you. Perhaps I will get ‘truthishness’ in the dictionary. Who knows. It could happen.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 27, 2009 at 8:45 pm  Leave a Comment  
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