I have a story to tell. I have a story to tell, but I am not going to tell it. It is about a $10,000 cat. She was just a barn cat. Old, arthritic and grouchy. She used to be a fluffy little cutie, who stole my heart, and caused debates about cat ownership through… Continue reading A Great Story About a $10,000 Cat
Now that I'm a single woman, a friend and I were talking about the world of dating. We couldn't agree about whether or not he's a bum. Odd topic, I know. I fancy myself a bit of an expert at identifying 'bums", since I've dated so many. Anyway, I thought I'd compose a little quiz… Continue reading QUIZ: Are you a BUM?
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people. Click here to… Continue reading 2014 in review
It's my birthday. I have hung on to this planet as it has hurtled through space, around the sun, whilst spinning on its axis at breakneck speeds, forty-seven times. It's exhausting. I hang on, still, and wait for my insides to stop churning. Sometimes, it's exhilarating, or awesome (as in, full of awe, or inspiring… Continue reading One more year on the planet.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. What a strange proverb. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm happy enough about leaving those nasty teeth alone, but who's going to clean up all that stinkin' mess? Today, I received another hamper from the Food Bank. I have always been a supporter of… Continue reading Who left this gift horse on my lawn?
I'm too fat for Old Navy. I thought I was okay. I can go to Old Navy and try on a top, and sometimes it's too big. Sun dresses? Nice price. Pretty, and they fit. Jeans? I live in them. Shorts? Now hang on, just a minute! Apparently, that's stepping over the line. Shorts on… Continue reading Too Fat for Old Navy
I have lost my voice lately. Not literally, but importantly. I'm working on a new blog post which will be up soon. In the meantime, I read a post by my friend and former math teacher from IndEC South in Mississauga. He was a legendary rule breaker and bender at a critical time in my… Continue reading A voice for my voice
Confess. Cleanse my soul. Bare it for all. Why? Who will love me if they know? Gabriel! Forgive me. I dubbed it Five Hundred Pages of Bitching and Moaning - for decades. Now, readers, mark my age, and help me to see better. Farewell to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The Yeah Write Gargleblaster honours him this… Continue reading Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?
Rituals! Rites of Passage! These rituals have a beginning, a middle and an end (Thanks Victor Turner - my old favourite mad anthropologist)! Maybe my Phoenix will find a flight path in remembering rituals! When I turned sixteen, long before I knew what a Phoenix was, one of my brothers took me for a drive… Continue reading How to Draw Platypi With a Van