Archive | January 2017

Confessions of a Blonde Girl

Haven’t you always wondered what happens in the Privacy of people’s homes?  I can honestly say that it is something that has fascinated me ever since I was little.  I remember riding along in the car with my parents, especially when it was evening, looking into various homes with their cozy lights on wondering what all went on on the inside.  From my child-like perspective, I usually imagined all things good and well–families enjoying dinner together, engaging in deep conversations, watching entertaining television (what’s that nowadays?), kids hanging out in the comfort of their bedrooms, etc.  Now, as an adult, I have unfortunately come to know that not all things are rosy (as per the saying, “You never know what goes on behind closed doors.”); however, that’s not the tone that I want to create with regard to today’s word prompt.  Instead, I’d like to uncover some of those silly little things that we do when others are not watching or listening.  You know what I am talking about.  We all do something(s), so why not reveal a couple of my secret, little habits in this day and age when not much is left private anyway?

Singing in the shower has never really been my thing, nor has cleaning the house in the buff, which I understand is quite common (yikes!).  But, I do have this ridiculous tendency to giggle to myself–my husband calls it ‘squeaking’ since it gets quite high-pitched in nature.  I honestly don’t know how or why it came about, but I’ve done it for as long as I can think back; especially when I first snuggle down under a blanket, be it in my chair or in bed.  Now, in my defence, giggling is a pretty happy habit to have in private, I’d say.  I mean, there are things much worse than ‘squeaking’ about, aren’t there?  It is definitely a little goofy, no doubt, but those who know me well tend to realize that I am a little off-center, so it likely wouldn’t be too surprising to learn.

The other thing that I tend to do is yodel.  Yup, I do!  I don’t do it all the time-just when the mood strikes and that’s usually when I am up and working about in the kitchen, for example.  I think I do it because I really can’t sing, and yodeling makes it acceptable for me to sound bad.  Do you know what I mean?  Obviously, some country artists (i.e. LeAnn Rimes, Patsy Cline) make/made a living off of doing it, but I think their vocal cords are far superior than mine because the notes that come from my throat are less than appealing.  The truth is that I really don’t care.  I like doing it, and it feels good to warble away while I work–it makes the task at hand more bearable.  You ought to try it sometime;-).  Or, maybe you already do?   Maybe you are a closet warbler just like me?

Now that I’ve shared a couple of little tidbits about me, you might feel inspired to do the same.  If not, I understand.  Some things are better left unsaid, or is it un ‘squeaked’?  You decide:-).  Meanwhile, I will leave you with one of Patsy’s infamous songs, which some of you might remember.


Spring Blooms…Revisited


Spring is in the air in these parts….for the time being anyway, as we soar above our average winter temperatures and welcome the sun’s higher position in the sky.  The warmth and light, today especially, reminds me of this gorgeous yellow flower and its Graceful blooms gently beginning to unfold, one by one.  Similar to it, one at a time, the days will continue to pass until this magnificent sight becomes once again common in pots and flower beds all around.  Until then, I am grateful for the spring-like reminders in the otherwise thralls of our mid-winter hum-drum.  ‘Ahhhhh……’

Romantic Winter Wedding


Last weekend, my husband and I attended the wedding of one of my colleagues.  In addition to it having been awhile since I’ve gone to a wedding, I can’t say as though I’ve ever attended a true winter wedding–our own in December doesn’t really count in that it was on a beach in Hawaii–not exactly the crisp, winter feel that was in the outside air this past Saturday.  The venue was somewhat in the middle of nowhere toward the outskirts of the city, and it was certainly not your typical church, hall, or community centre setting.  And, for that reason, the space selected was most intriguing.  Not surprisingly given the name, the building that we arrived at had a pronounced industrial feel on the outside.  Once on the inside, however, one of the corners of the room had been transformed into a very quaint, romantic ceremonial space.  Simple brickwork and open beam structures on the ceiling, with a wood-burning fireplace front and centre, lent itself well to simple decor of lit candles, wooden crates and barrels.  The result?  A warm, intimate Ambience perfect for guests and the wedding party alike.  Inside the venue, you knew that you were in the presence of something special about to transpire, and we felt fortunate to bear witness to the couple’s sacred wedding vows.  While the wind and temperatures chilled to the bone outside, all was forgotten about on the inside as hearts were clearly touched in watching the beautiful bride and groom become wife and husband in this quintessentially picturesque, yet unconventional locale.  Ironically, as the bridal party signed off on the official marriage certificate, the song that my husband and I had requested (as was required on our RSVP), “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, played in the background reminding us of our very own Hawaiian ceremony just a few years prior.  Undoubtedly, this iconic Canadian, mid-winter wedding (freshly falling snow, bitter cold and wind) with its starkly contrasted warm, cozy indoor atmosphere, left us feeling inspired, grateful and hopeful as beautiful, lasting memories were created–our most sincere congratulations to the newlyweds:-).  

The Power Within (Or A Good Ol’ Fashioned Kick in the Pants)

Was there a Specific turning point in your life?  Or more likely, when was it or better yet, when were they?  Probably like many of you, I can think of a few things that have happened that have changed the course of life for me.  Not surprisingly, they were as a result of choices that I’d made when I finally had enough of either maintaining, or struggling to maintain, the status quo.

One of the most memorable and life-changing times for me was in confronting my ongoing anxiety/panic issues.  After much personal reading, attending courses, practicing yoga, monitoring my diet/exercise routine, *I decided (*two key words that are necessary for change to take place) that I wasn’t going to succumb to its every whim anymore.  So, during the last of one of my many attacks while driving, I pulled over onto the side of the freeway instead of trying to fight it (“Feel the fear and do it anyway”) and I gave it ‘a talking to’.  “Alright, you want to come. Come on, then–let’s get it over with.  I’ve got places to go and people to see.”.  And, that was that after all of those years!  Honestly.  Sure, I’ve had the odd episode of panic here or there, usually when I’m not looking after myself as well as I should, but it doesn’t control me the way it used to at all.  Looking back, I have always had anxious tendencies, even as a kid, but now I understand that it is because I am a highly sensitive person (including being sensitive to others’ energy around me).  Notice here that I did not define myself as an anxious person, because I will not let it define me–another fundamental attitude in helping change to come about. In other words, sometimes we just have to give the things that we think ‘plague’ us (which ultimately are a result of our own choices) a good ol’ fashioned kick in the pants!  You see, I chose to see myself in a different light and it worked!  I was no longer its victim, or its deliverer.  “Wrong person here, sorry.  You’ll just have to go somewhere else!!!”.

The other major game-changer for me was when I decided to take down the proverbial wall that I’d been living and hiding behind most of my life–you know, the one that was going to protect me from ever being hurt again.  Yah, that one.  Some of you might also know that wall.  Maybe you’ve seen it or even lived with it too?  Ummm…the problem with that wall was that it was protecting me too much; I wasn’t really living or loving at all.  I wouldn’t let myself.  Man, does that ever get old fast?!  (Well actually, there was nothing ‘fast’ about how long it took me to realize that, but anyway…).  Then, one day, after doing some reading in the book, Women, Food and God, (ironically, I swear that I will never forget that title, as it seemed to be the catalyst) I thought, “What in the H. am I doing?  I am sick and tired of this never letting anyone in business or for that matter, even letting myself out.  ENOUGH!  That’s it!!  I am done.”.  And within that self-talk, I realized that my issue of trust in others was really an issue of trust within myself.  Talk about an eye-opener!!!!!  So much so, that I met my husband within days of that profound realization.  Days!  Not months or years, like the ones that had passed, but days, people.  Hmmm… The power of choice within.  Try it, I dare say that you’ll like it and yield results.  Or maybe you have?  I’d be happy to hear how it goes and/or how it went:-).   Cheers to living life fully!





In Love…With Kona Coffee


This coffee plantation located on the Big Island of Hawaii grows, harvests, and roasts, by far, the best coffee beans that I have ever tasted.  No.  Word.  Of.  A.  Lie.  While vacationing there this past summer, we decided to try out some authentic Kona java, and we, myself especially, fell in love.  All of the rave reviews that the Hula Daddy Company had received were worthy and then some.  Truthfully, until that very visit, we had no idea what all of the buzz about Kona coffee was, having consumed mostly blends at local shops and restaurants.  Sure, the taste was okay and we’d even purchased a bag or two to take home in past visits, but nothing, NOTHING was comparable to the freshly roasted grounds that we purchased from Hula Daddy.  After happily indulging in some taste-testing at the plantation, we settled on this exquisite package of Kona Sweet, one of their many award-winning coffees–this one having scored a rating of 97 points out of 100 (which didn’t mean a whole lot to us as layman connoisseurs, just that it seemed very popular).  Hmmm…I can easily smell and taste the scrumptious aromas/flavours of nut, apple and chocolate, having just had some yesterday morning.  


Little did I know that this one-pound bag would be the beginning of my love affair with 100% pure Kona coffee.  I will say that it doesn’t come cheap, especially with our Canadian exchange rate and shipping (I just recently ordered another bag), but it is one of my few, true indulgences in life aside from travelling itself.  Should you ever find yourself on the Big Island, be sure to make a trip up to this mountainside goldmine (of java, that is), and tell Karen, one of the owners, that Sue from Canada sent you;-).


Little White Lie, Oh My!

I’m Tempted to call in sick today,

They won’t miss me if I’m away,

It’s snowy and blowy and really too cold,

I just want to stay in and put work on hold,

A perfect day to while away the time,

Won’t cost me a thing, not even a dime,

I glance at the clock, I must decide,

‘Should I?  Shouldn’t I?’ back & forth like a tide,

I scurry, I hurry to place in the call,

Then comes the best realization of all–

I’m still on holidays, I’m having a ball:-).



A Most Unusual, But Welcomed Exchange

Intrigued?  I know that I certainly was when I heard that she was trying to get a hold of me.  I will admit that the first time, now years ago, I’d learned that she’d wanted to talk, I wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it.  What does my ex’s ex, the one whom he’d left me for-now also his ex (yes, he does have a pattern), want?  Many things had crossed my mind including a possible apology, and oddly, I even found myself hoping that she was okay.  I figured, however, that if it was important enough, she’d find a way to reach me (we’d had some common connections).  Despite a few more hints about contact going forward, nothing more ever came of it and life went on, as it always does.  That is, up until a couple of months ago…. Read More…

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