As a tween, an almost adolescent, I didn’t really understand what sexy was. All I knew was that Elvis Presley made me feel differently. For some reason, I wanted to kiss him and my eyes were glued to his body when he performed. Once I fully understood what sexy was, Elvis was gone, never to return. Left to seek out other sexy avenues I stumbled upon, David Cassidy, John Travolta, Tony Defranco, Davy Jones, and the super cute guy down my street.
The simple joys of life really hold the greatest value in your time. Give it a try. Go into the history books of your life and find the moments when you can say to yourself, “It doesn’t get much better than this”. What was it? Where was it? Who were you with? What made it so special that you can bottle it?
What connects me to this song is the power of the words and the voices when sung in a choir. It is moving and I need to feel loving movements these days. I need for something spiritual to move my mind, body, and soul. I need to cry and yell and scream for peace. I need to be heard, to have it stop, to listen to the cries and to find solutions before the next day the sun rises.
For me, the greatest year was 1985. I had just graduated from McGill University with a Bachelor of Education degree. I was going to be a teacher (who couldn’t spell). My hair was permed and big. The fashion was oversized everything with shoulder pads to accentuate the even bigger oversized look. Computers were an up and coming tool which people were starting to use. I loved my Apple IIC computer because it helped me spell better.
There seems to be a lot of trouble in the world these days. Everyday something terrible happens somewhere. Lately, there have been horrific attacks on our free society and people. How does one turn this ugly boat around? We have to dig very deep down into our souls and find something, anything which will makes us feel better. When we find this aspect of happiness, we need to harvest it, and get some good groove on.
While waiting around for the ballet to start, we decided to have a little dessert. We both had very early and fast suppers. As we found ourselves in front of an ice cream stand I said, “Oh, no! I mustn’t. I can’t eat that, I’m trying to lose weight.” My mother mentioned to me that she’s 85, soooooo WTF! Which means, “What The F**k!” I was surprised by her response. She’s so timely and so accurate.
It was definite…There would be no letter campaign. No Walk to Cure Diabetes event. Stay tuned as something was going to happen. Not sure what it’s going to be, but head office is currently working on it. So, I boxed up my campaign letters and cleaned up my dining room table to make room for a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. Disappointing. The first time in 40 years… I guess there is always a first for everything. I felt like crap. Worried. Anxious. Fearful. I couldn’t fall asleep. I wasn’t eating much. I just didn’t feel any motivation. I was jammed. We are in a serious situation. Stay home. Stay safe continued.
BUT…THEN CAME THE BIG NEWS!!!
How do I control myself from not eating the whole thing? Ok, it’s easy not to eat the whole thing because if I do that, I will certainly become sick. Although, the thought seriously crossed my mind at the onset of opening and smelling the sweets. How will I control myself not to eat it all in a few days? Rations, my Dear Watson!
Although, today I caught myself leaving my home and saying this to my dog, “Okay Poopie. Mommy is leaving for just a few hours to teach. I love you. I promise to give you big cuddles when I get back. Here’s a treat. Be a good boy. I love you. You are so delicious. Mommy loves you Poopie.”
Right after saying those words, I said this to my husband, “Bye!”
I think something is shifting in me…
HOT OFF THE ‘VALENTINE’S DAY’ PRESS.
”I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, Unnerstand! ”
A Valentine’s Day featured article in The Suburban Newspaper Thursday e-Edition column – Living in the Now.
I wanted this nightgown to last forever!
Every time I wore it, I felt love and silliness.
The joke surrounding the word “unnerstand” was simply due to the fact that I had, and still have, great difficulty spelling. So, it seemed perfectly normal for me to be wearing a nightgown which had a word misspelled. Actually, it was quite defining and appropriate considering it represented the real me.
Considering this is my Year of Love and we are on the heels of Valentine’s Day, I must let you know, I do feel the LOVE from my readership here and everywhere in the world. When I compose, I do so with a mandate to spread positivity and an appreciation for the little things in life. At times I hope to make you laugh, understand a quirky perspective, and experience some levity. Other times, I try to extract the importance in appreciating the simple joys of life. Especially now and today, love with all your might!
I’m officially driving my New Year’s plan and its taking a lovely effect. No big plans for dieting. No big plans to join a gym. No big plans to save more. No big plans to do what’s marketed. I know I can improve on the person I am and I will be doing just that in 2020. My main objective and goal of this year is to put more love into my life. LOVE! Yes! LOVE!
All the time, I had the classic picture of Lake Louise in my mind. The perfect blue sky with matching water along a still mirrored lake, cloudless, with endless skies. This calendar picture was a perfect still. And…no other people were within the view. As we drove into the mountain range, dark clouds billowed with moisture and so began our battle with nature.
Note to self: Weather in mountainous areas changes every 5 minutes! During the fall, it can be warm and sunny, and within 5 minutes it can be snowing and blowing. We didn’t expect what was next!
I started watching the videos on a super cold night last winter. Then I began to follow the Instagram page. Now I am totally following the storyline of what is going on in the Chef’s world. You might be asking why I am doing this. Doesn’t this seem child-like?
This is in no way child’s play. The Chef is a character, which has the ability to change the world for the better.
In January of this year, I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Max Domi. From that meeting and with the help of my amazing graphic artist buddy, Michael Domingo, we were able to create a fabulous campaign letter. This has definitely been the best JDRF campaign since 1987!!!!
The official launch of my JDRF 2019 Fundraising Campaign. DOMI a Favour! MAX your donation to JDRF! This year Montreal Canadiens hockey player Max Domi and I are Teammates to Cure Diabetes! Together we will make Type One – Type None. Please consider making a donation to JDRF to further research into curing Diabetes.
At dinner that night, my father asked us what we were going to do to give back to the world. He stated that today was filled with blessings. So, what was our plan to give back? I wasn’t sure. I told him I was going to think about it. A few days passed and I thought about a way to give back. It was called, “Give an egg. Sell an egg.” I heard of kids doing this so I thought I would give it a try. This is how it works…
You would think my existence could get boring. Not for me. I like the expected repetition. I like schedules, familiarity, and consistency. I like to know what I can expect.
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