It’s been so long … I forgot how to post.

I have to think about this…. soooo that tells me it has been far, far to long.

I started making Bento lunches for my son this year.  Part of my ambitious plan to make lunch everyday for the entire school year. lol.  It all began with this one.  I post them each day – mostly to keep me honest.  🙂

Since some people refuse to join FB (and I’m sure that’s a good thing) I’ll be posting these here too.

Cop out?  Maybe.  But I have to start somewhere…

xoxox

Happy 200th Birthday

Happy Birthday Charles Darwin.

If you get a chance to pick up a copy of the recent National Geographic to read a fascinating article about Darwin.  Plus tomorrow is Darwin Day

Science Centre IMAX

We almost didn’t make it to an advance screening of “The Alps“this morning.  Entirely my fault, I’m just not a morning person.

I expected to enjoy this movie, instead I loved it. 

The imagery is breathtaking, reminding me of what an amazing world we live in.

 If I recall a line from the movie correctly.  ‘The Alps have always attracted strong people”.  I thought to myself  ‘Slightly crazy too’.  In a good way though.

I can skydive, climb a mountain never!  I felt delicious terror just watching this film.  This is an experience I would never had except for another person’s obsession with climbing the North Face of the Eiger. 

I highly recommend that you see this film.  It is awe inspiring.

I’ll be getting an email with a family & friends discount coupon in the next few days.  If you’re interested, leave a comment or email me.

Honesty? Huh.

I’m catching up on the blogs I read.  So I strolled over to Marissa’s and here lurked ten honest tidbits.

Hmmm.   Unlike Marissa I experienced no issue with what to write.  Just exactly how honest should I be? 

Black and white?  Room for shades of grey?  Is grey still the truth?  Brutally?  Painfully?  Serious?   Silly?

You decide.

1. I would give my own life for my son. Unreservedly.

2. I went to a very dark, dark place in the latter part of 2008. I’ve no desire to go back.

3. I compulsively collect journal after journal.  I’ve not been able to truly, freely and honestly write in a journal for almost 20 years.  If I did, it was destroyed.  Yet, I still keep buying them.

4.  I unabashedly love the song ‘Barbie Girl‘  by Aqua.  Cringe if you will.  I don’t care.

5. I am scared to send my secret(s) to Post Secret. What if you recognize me?

6. I didn’t call my own Mother for her final Mother’s Day.  How’s that for evil?

7. I have been a terrible friend in 2008.

8. The vivid, bright and best points of 2008 were always with my friends.  Ironic?

9.  I always colour in the lines.

10.  I made a bucket list.  I’ll share if you will.

12.  2008 was the first birthday in 6 years that I couldn’t care less.

13.  I couldn’t wait to kick 2008’s ass to the curb.

I will tag people.  You go Martha,  June, Sandy, Carmi, Susan, Ronna, Sharon

Happy New Year!

Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous New Year!

Fact or Fiction? Quiz at the ROM website

You’ll have to let me know how you did! Click here for the quiz.

Happy Canada Day!!

Have a safe and wonderfully happy Canada Day!

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my life or at least a fair imitation

Wishing only wounds the heart.

Oh, how deeply it does.

It’s happening. I’m losing someone very dear to me.

Denial isn’t working anymore.

I’ve never been much good at reality.

Sure ain’t no Florence Nightingale…

If a cop calls you at home it’s never good. I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on this when he identified himself. Uh, oh something not good is coming. Nope, not me. No clue.

My better half was struck by a car yesterday morning while on his way to work.

Thankfully he’s OK. Well, if ‘OK’ can include a broken collar bone, painfully bruised ribs, injured hand and a twisted ankle.

When we finally got him home, I helped him upstairs to bed and tried to help him get as comfortable as possible. Frankly, I was reluctant to touch him anywhere because he was hurting so badly and you could tell. That scared me more than anything all morning.

I finally decided that I could touch his head. I leaned forward to give him a hug and speak quietly to him. He looked so uncomfortable and in pain. Finally, he said through gritted teeth, “You’re leaning on my collar bone”.

Florence Nightingale I’m not.

I’m determined to make friends …

with my sewing machine. I’ve taken it back to the repair shop (sigh) and signed up for lessons at a local sewing business (or is that shop?). Dunno.

We simply trade baleful looks right now. I’m convinced my sewing machine no longer works because it’s tired of working with an amateur. See! It’s sooo judgemental, er temperamental. I do have to admit that I might be a challenge too. Especially when my better half asks “Should the machine sound that way when you sew?”

I’ll keep you posted. You’ve been warned….