Monthly Archives: May 2014


Hi there!

Most of us know the saying, “Seize the Day”, aka, “Carpe Diem”.   Death tends to make that saying SCREAM out to us.

My friend attended the (funeral) service of a close friend of hers today.  He was pretty young, and the diagnosis was that he did not have long to live.  He lost battle with cancer last week, leaving behind a widower, a son, and many good friends.

Unfortunately, I could not attend the service today, but I got to see my wonderful friend, as she drove me to an appointment this morning.

This particular couple loved to travel.  He had a book of 1000 places he wanted to see.  I think he only made it into the 300’s, but I was impressed!

One of the stories my friend loved was how he said he went in to use the bathroom of the Ritz in London.  He got some stares, as he did not look like he was a patron of the hotel, but he said, “Using the bathroom counts” and so he crossed it off of his list!  (Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a picture of the toilet, but hey, it’s the Fred and Wilma Flintstone bed – twins…)

I smiled, and said, “That’s the way to live life.  Then even if you die before having accomplished everything you wanted to do, you were at least moving forward.”

I hate being stuck.  I hate the feeling of being in the in-between or waiting on God to move.  It feels like I am not moving forward.  I think most of us want to feel like we are doing something, that we are accomplishing things.

It’s hard for us to move from “doing” to “being”.

I think the marketers take “Carpe Diem”, and sell it to us as materialism.  We do not want delayed gratification, we want gratification now.  “Seize the Day”  Buy that new gadget-y thing that will be out of date in 3 weeks time…

The two things I am writing about are in direct opposition to one another.  Yes, we should delay gratification, but I think we have to do what we love to do, today!

None of us really know when our time here will be over.

I for one, am trying to be content with this blog.  I am writing.  I am moving forward.  And, my hope is in “The Tortoise and the Hare”.  🙂

Okay, being a Christian gal, my hope is in the Lord, but I think even the Evangelicals get what I am saying.

I may be moving slowly these days, but at least I am moving…

I have always admired those people who did not wait until things were perfect.  They never will be.  These people have great wisdom.  We will never be ready for the next steps.

We just have to keep climbing, slowly upward, until we reach the top.  And, then what?

I guess the logical answer is to jump , but that sounds a tad-bit frightening – Or, maybe the staircase just keeps on going and going and going…well, now I am just plain exhausted just thinking about climbing a never-ending staircase – I’m not in good enough shape for that, so maybe I’ll stick with  jumping and then I am done with it.

We ought to do what is important to us and what we love.  For me, it is writing, but it is also spending time with friends over a cup of tea, or a cup of gelato.  It’s going to church and hearing a sermon on repentance and authenticity – oh, those Evangelicals – you gotta love ’em –

On that  note, I will say, “Good-bye”, lest I get myself into “capital T” trouble.

Do something nice for you today because I said so!!!

Question:  Has there been someone’s life that you have felt inspired by?




Hi Ho!

‘Tis gorgeous outside today.  I hope it is nice where you live.  (Translation:  This will be a short blog post ‘cos I want to get outside and enjoy the sunshine…)

I believe you can tell a lot about a person by their favorite Muppet character.  I like Animal!  I love to see his crazy red hair flying about as he smashes the drums, and I mean that last part literally.


Jim Henson said, “It all ends in one of two ways: either someone gets eaten or something blows up.” 

I think Animal would like this quote.

Mr. Henson also said, “Simple is good.”  I think this is why I like The Muppets.  I think the idealist in me wants to believe that everything is going to be alright, that we are okay!

I sometimes make things much too difficult on myself, and cause stress that is probably unnecessary.  By “sometimes”, I mean I do – I do make things far too difficult and bring on the wonderful anxiety.

Sometimes life is hard.  And, we aren’t sure how we’re going to make it through.  We can’t see the rainbow through the rain.

Believe me, I have been there.  And, somehow have made it through.  My “somehow” is God.  I believe He keeps me going, and has a greater purpose and plan for my life.  Sometimes I just don’t see it.  Discipline.  God disciplines us, which we don’t like (even those who are actively following Jesus do not like the discipline part!!)

Simple is good.  Agreed.  You will make it!  Just hang in there!!!

Why not take the Muppet Character test yourself, and have a little listen to Kermit the Frog. Here are the links:

By the way, I am Kermie!  (I always thought he was a bit dull, but maybe opposites attract ?- ANIMAL!!!)  Oh dear….

Which Muppet are you?

Blessings on you today!



a la commode


A friend of mine was ranting about a “commercial” she saw called “Girls Don’t Poop at”.

I watched it quite some time ago, and thought it was pure silliness.  I knew a young woman, who would say, “Strike a match.”  (It eliminates unpleasant odours…)

Apparently, she watched it after a feminist-type-video, and thought, “Don’t we have to go through enough without this too?”  (See video at :

I can see her point, but thought that I would go through a bit of a history of the “commode” to maybe help ease her pain.

Here’s a picture of an old commode:

Where is the toilet you ask?  It’s inside those drawers.  A chamber pot.

I am not sure if it would be better to the rich one or the poor one in this situation.

I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to have to be the one cleaning out those chamber pots.  That would be the servant or the “poor” one in the scenario.

Plus, I don’t even like someone doing my laundry for me, let alone letting someone clean out my chamber pot for me.  (I would be the “rich” one in this scenario.)

And, if you did your business in the middle of the night, you would have to go back to sleep with the smell in your nostrils.  How very pleasant!  🙁

According to Wikipedia,  In “1885: The first modern pedestal “flush-down” toilet was demonstrated by Frederick Humpherson of the Beaufort Works, Chelsea, England“.

Thank you, Mr. Humpherson!  And, here’s something to be proud of Canada, in “1907: Thomas MacAvity Stewart of Saint John, New Brunswick, patented the vortex-flushing toilet bowl, which creates a self-cleansing effect”.

We put our own stamp on the modern-day-commode!  Way to go Stewie!

Seriously, I am not entirely sure how I feel about all this poo-poo talk.  Everybody does it, but nobody wants to talk about it.

We humans like to ignore anything that is unpleasant, or pretend like they do not exist at all.

We mask all sorts of ‘smelly things’, like for instance, our vulnerabilities, etc., the parts we don’t want people to see, and act like they do not exist.

And, then sadly, something happens, and “Kaboom” – it sneaks out, unexpectedly, just like a fart.  (There I said it!)

It does though, doesn’t it?   We try to hide behind our “pot-pourri” of false airs and pretence, but inevitably, we cannot hide from people for long.  We all reveal our true selves eventually.

So, what does all this mean?  Well, for starters, how odd I am.

How does one go from “commodes” to “false airs” and “pretence” and “true selves”?  Good question.  If you find the answer, please let me know, as I am sure my blog posts will greatly benefit from it.

My sincere apologies for today’s post.  Truly!

Next blog post, I will stick to something much more pleasant, like Mom’s Apple Pie.  Maybe I’ll give away her secret ingredient.  Stay tuned!

Oh, and, don’t forget to pick up some matches next time you’re at your local smoke shop – Your friends and family will thank you for it…






I know I have not written in awhile – For some reason, I just get off-track!  I am going to blame my recent birthday.

Helen Keller said, “Never bend your head. Always hold it high.  Look the world straight in the eye.”

I turned 40 last Sunday, and I don’t like it all.

I don’t feel any different.  I seem to look the same. No extra wrinkles on my face or body.  All’s well…

But, it’s like I have reached an age of maturity or something.  For example, in my 30’s I thought I could date younger men.  Why not?  Sounded good to me, but now that I am officially out of my 30’s and into my 40’s, I feel, well, old.  Like, I am used up.  Like a guy in his 30’s would not want me.  I would probably not bear him any children.

My pastor did not help, speaking on Singleness one Sunday, he told us statistically our chances of marrying were getting slimmer, unlike our waistlines.  (Italics, my colour commentary on the sermon, not the pastor’s comments on our waistlines.)

He said, ‘Generally, men marry younger women’.  I think men are shallow…Did I think that out loud?

Seriously, older women are WONDERFUL.  Here’s why…

Okay, so I can’t really think of any reasons why choosing an older woman would be better than choosing a younger woman.

But, as I sit here typing away, I wonder if we allow society, along with our own thoughts and judgments, to get in the way of who we choose to date.

We could be missing out on someone wonderful because we think the person is too old, or too young, or too pale, or too…whatever, whatever.

In saying, we “could” be missing out, I think it is likely more accurate to say, “We are missing out…”

A good friend did say that in her early 40’s she began to feel more comfortable in her own skin.  She no longer cared what people thought about her.  “Reason Number 1” for “choosing” an older woman.  🙂

Here are some “Pick-Me-Up-Philosophical Quotes” I found at:

  • At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all. –
    Ann Landers
  • At twenty years of age, the will reigns; at thirty the wit; at forty the judgment. – Benjamin Franklin
  • Every man over forty is a scoundrel. – George Bernard Shaw
  • Life begins at forty. – W. B. Pitkin 
  • The first forty years of life give us the text: the next thirty supply the commentary. – Arthur Schopenhauer
  • The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men. – Colleen McCullough
  • We don’t understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it. – Jules Renard
  • When I passed forty I dropped pretense, ’cause men like women who got some sense.’ – Maya Angelou
  • Women are most fascinating between the ages of 35 and 40 after they have won a few races and know how to pace themselves. Since few women ever pass 40, maximum fascination can continue indefinitely. – Christian Dior

I like Maya Angelou’s quote, “When I passed forty I dropped pretense, ’cause men like women who got some sense.’  AMEN Sister!  🙂

I am feeling a little better…

Happy 40th Birthday to all you wonderful ladies and gentlemen born in ’74!  (Probably the best year God ever made…)