Day 21 ~ 200 Words

English: "Hey, Girls! We may be in luck h...

English: “Hey, Girls! We may be in luck here.” Sadly, they weren’t. I had nothing to give them. They were the gentlest, friendliest animals one could wish to encounter – they appeared healthy, happy and superbly looked after – a credit to their owners. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Another day, another medical intrusion (LITERALLY ~ but I will save you the gory details).  I swear these people are trying to find something wrong with me.  I have had three ultrasounds, blood tests, a mammogram and an appointment with an ob/gyn.

I am not pregnant. I think at this stage of the game that is an impossibility, first because my husband had the snip, snip (he hates it when I use this technical terminology) about 21 years ago after we had our second premature son (both sons are healthy as horses by the way– just how healthy is a horse, anyway?); and second because I am not a youngster anymore.

I am thrilled that we have all these medical tests and procedures, but it does feel like going from one shop of horrors to the next. It all started because of a pain in my side and the fact that I have been ignoring my health for years.  It will all culminate in an hour long physical examination in August where I will hear the results of all the tests. I am hoping to hear that I am as healthy as a horse!

{Whenever I post one of these people get concerned—don’t get concerned –this is my lame attempt at situational humour.}

Published in: on July 27, 2012 at 12:55 am  Comments (30)  
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Quote of the Day # 2


To laugh often and much;

to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

Grave of Ralph Waldo Emerson at Sleepy Hollow ...

Grave of Ralph Waldo Emerson at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, Massachusetts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed social condition;

to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

English: Signature of U.S. author Ralph Waldo ...

English: Signature of U.S. author Ralph Waldo Emerson. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Published in: on July 26, 2012 at 2:06 pm  Comments (23)  
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Day 20 ~ 200 Words Or: Getting Desperate

City Hall

City Hall (Photo credit: Will Ellis)

Part of my job at the newspaper I freelance for is attending Municipal Council meetings. On Monday night I had the pleasure of partaking in a bimonthly meeting and the topics du jour were, if not scintillating, a window into what is important to us.

People were upset that their yards were not landscaped after some roadwork had been completed on their streets. Waist high weeds and grass seed that refused to grow were their major complaints. Then the always crucial issue of drainage was addressed ad nauseam—and while I understand that the issue is important, it is during these discussions that I catch up on my doodling. After about 40 minutes of hearing arguments about whose property drains where and why, I have generally produced a number of works of art. It almost goes without saying, that reporting on drainage is not a high priority for me unless a new lake has been produced by an errant engineer.

As much as I complain about attending Council meetings, I do enjoy knowing what is going on in my little corner of the world.

Published in: on July 26, 2012 at 2:20 am  Comments (17)  
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Quote of the Day

“Between you and me, I think we should get over ourselves already and get on with enjoying our lives while we still have the chance.” ~ Seamus Anthony

English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of P...

Published in: on July 25, 2012 at 6:35 pm  Comments (30)  
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Day 19 ~ 200 Words

Harley-Davidson motorcycle

Harley-Davidson motorcycle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am not a biker mama. This is probably obvious to any of you who have read my blog. But on the weekend, I found myself at a biker trailer park. My eldest son’s band was playing in a line-up of about eight other bands at a BandFest, and he wanted his dad and me to go and see him play. So, of course we did.

My sons are both quite protective of me, so I did not blink twice (maybe once) when my rock god son (he hates it when I call him that) assured me that it was a safe venue. Because his band is less than a year old, and even though they went through a venting process for the “gig”, they were one of the first up to play at 4:30 in the afternoon. At 4:30 in the afternoon, a biker trailer park is not a bad place to be. I am not really sure about 11:00 at night, so we stayed until Rodents & Rebels (don’t ask) finished playing, and toddled on home.

Because we forgot to wear our black leather vests, shirts torn off at the shoulder, and uncover our non-existent tattoos, my preppy husband and I stuck out like sore thumbs. But the biker guys did not seem to mind.

Day 18 ~ 200 Words

12 hours in 90s

12 hours in 90s (Photo credit: Astro Guy)

Midnights.  My youngest son is working midnights at a greenhouse warehouse for the summer.  I am his designated driver to and from work. I have not  figured out a good schedule for sleep yet. By the time I do, I imagine he will be back at school in London, and I will be basking in the glory of being able to go to bed at my normal bedtime of  8:00 p.m.– all the while missing his mostly sunny disposition. (I don’t go to sleep at 8:00, but nestle in with some books and magazines, just in case you were wondering if I am 102.)

Since I freelance, I do not have a 9 – 5 schedule, so I have been free to experiment. So I tried to nap in the afternoon. Didn’t work. Then I tried to nap when I bring him home at 8:15 a.m. Didn’t work. Then I tried from 9 p.m.  to 11 p.m. Did not work! I have trouble napping in the daytime, and when I try to get some sleep at night before he goes to work, I wake up groggy and nauseated for some reason.

So, I am just putting this in the good parenting knapsack and taking one for the gipper.

Published in: on July 24, 2012 at 3:31 am  Comments (23)  
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I lost my little red wagon

It has four wheels

My brother was in it.

Haikuish 2

My brother bugs me but

I did not mean to lose him

Give him back please

Haikuish 3

My stupid little brother

Took my red wagon and hid

Why did mom have him?

For the record, I do not have a little brother.

Published in: on July 23, 2012 at 7:13 pm  Comments (29)  
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Day 17 ~ 200 Words

This is in answer to the Writing Prompt: “If I were suddenly rich….” on page 338, week 48 of “The Writers’ Devotional” by Amy Peters.

English: Plastic Pitcher for Milk Bag

English: Plastic Pitcher for Milk Bag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have been practicing being rich for a long time so I do not think that it will be a shock to my system. I would keep up the lifestyle I have, but ramp it up a bit. Instead of buying milk in those floppy plastic bags, I would buy it in jugs, even though it is 89 cents more.

This will make life so much easier. No more having to find a pitcher to put the milk in, then dig around  for something to cut it open because there are never any scissors around (I think we have a gremlin that steals them in the night).  No more spilling milk all over my cupboard, me, and the floor, and totally missing my cup of coffee because the plastic bag drooped out over the top of the pitcher.

Then I would go out and buy ten pairs of scissors and hide them, even though I no longer need them to cut open the milk bags. Just because I can.

English: A picture of a milk bag. Taken in 200...

English: A picture of a milk bag. Taken in 2008 in Sarnia, Ontario. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Published in: on July 23, 2012 at 12:41 am  Comments (40)  
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Day 16 ~ 200 Words

English: Peanut butter cookie with a chocolate...

English: Peanut butter cookie with a chocolate chip smiley face (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When my brother sent me the obituary for the Pillsbury Doughboy, (Day 5) I wept, as he was my hero. He helped me through so many trying times.  When in the depths of despair that there was no dessert for lunches I would discover a package of his chocolate chip cookies hidden in the crisper. I had to hide the dough because my sons would find it and eat it raw before I got a chance to turn it into cookies.

On occasion, I do bake from scratch, and today I am going to share one of my favourite recipes for cookies. It has three ingredients, but because I like to get fancy, I add a fourth. I found it on the back of a Kraft peanut butter jar. It is my go to when the Pillsbury Doughboy dough gets eaten before I have a chance to turn it into a culinary pleasure.

pillsbury doughboy

pillsbury doughboy (Photo credit: johnnyvintage)

You need one cup of Kraft peanut butter, one egg and ½ cup of sugar. You mix these together along with my magic ingredient: chocolate chips, roll them into balls and flatten them with a fork. Bake for 15 minutes at 350 degrees and voilà: homemade cookies that will amaze your family! (Or, at least my family.)

Post 100! Day 15 ~ 200 Words

Speed (TV channel)

Speed (TV channel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Battleground:  Television.

I love the Food Channel. My husband loves the Speed Channel which has the most annoying programming in the world. If there is not some car auction on with an auctioneer who will not shut up, there is a reality program about a family of motorcycle aficionados whose trials and tribulations rival the absurdity of the Kardashian clashes.

My interest in cars is threefold: does it have gas; is there enough air in the tires; and does it run. That is the full gamut. Sure I would like a little red convertible, but until that day comes, I do not care about cars.

The Food Channel

The Food Channel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I love food. I do not love preparing it, but since the job has been left to me at my house, I watch Food Channel programs to bolster my enthusiasm for the task. I think my husband loves the Food Channel as much as I love the Speed Channel  (which coincidentally are side by side on cable).

I can tell when my husband wants me to join him to watch TV. He puts on one of my favourite programs:  The Big Bang Theory, reruns of the Gilmore Girls or Downton Abbey. These are programs we enjoy together:

Gilmore Girls (season 1)

List of The Big Bang Theory episodes (season 2)

Highclere Castle

You need a few of these in your married life.