Me, Me, and Some More Shit About Me.

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Cornelis de Heem – Still-Life with Flowers and Fruit – WGA11254 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This should maybe start with some sort of disclaimer about how I’m not the biggest egomaniac in the universe, but what the hell.  I am what I am.  This is a list called “The Best Things About Me.”  Frankly, I’m surprised it’s not longer.  (HAHA!!)  (My wild stab at being ironic.)

1.  Most of the time I have a flexible, even temperament. Some might see this as being shallow and unfeeling, but nothing really bothers me.  I like to think I’m sailing through life crisis free.  It’s not that my life hasn’t had its ups and downs or that I’ve never been hurt or angry or incredibly sad, it’s just that I prefer to handle everything without a lot of unnecessary drama.  I try to approach each day as fresh and new, not worrying too much about what happened yesterday, or what might happen tomorrow.  Because whatever comes my way, I’m confident I can handle it.  Experience so far has shown me I’m absolutely right about this.

2.  My interests are simple.  I pursue an easy, manageable, uncomplicated life and don’t allow myself to fall victim to all the should and should nots with which society bombards us all.  I’m thoughtful about my life choices and think in terms of myself first, others next, and the state of the world last. (If I don’t put myself first, who in the world will?)  Yes I know I’m not that important in the grand scheme of things, and that I’m only one infinitesimal part of the big picture, but I’m the only person over whom I have ultimate control.  If I am good to myself and good to the people around me, then I don’t doubt for a minute that the world will be good to me.

3. I know my limits.  If I don’t carefully consider what they are, I can become stressed out and overwhelmed, and ultimately no good to anyone.  I tend to be self-reflective at the best of times, and if my life is full of too many obligations and too much responsibility, I shut down and withdraw into myself even further.  I need time to kick back and find my serenity.  I’ve learned to slow down.  Breathe the air.  Smell the flowers.  Luxuriate in the simple things that bring me joy.

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Bokeh – Flowers – Forget-me-nots (Photo credit: blmiers2)

4.  My notions about spirituality and love and life’s purpose may be viewed as daft and unrealistic by many, but I don’t let that stop me from finding comfort in what I truly believe.  If I am happy in this moment, if I feel loved and treasured by the people who are important to me, and committed to doing no one harm, what else is there to want?  Just the very same things for everyone else in my life I guess.

So why not make it your top priority today to find your own serenity?  Treasure what you have.  Count your blessings, and go ahead and bask in the sunshine of all the good stuff life has handed you.  Euphoria is contagious.  Pass it on.

F is for Fifty Shades of F***ery

There have been so many horrible reviews written about the Fifty Shades Trilogy by E. L. James that my mind was made up to not bother reading any of it.  But Book One got downloaded to our shared Kindle (by either one or the other of my daughters, doesn’t matter who)  (and if I did it myself, I don’t remember!) and so there it was, and I thought, what the hell, and started reading.  Finished it and downloaded the second one.  Finished that and downloaded part three.  Seriously, it’s like some kind of strange addiction to the weirdest fairy tale ever written.  Somebody called it “literary crack”.  It’s a modern-day fairy tale fantasy for a day dreaming adolescent, unbelievable in so many ways, and yet I found myself reading away, wanting to believe the unbelievable.  Because it’s just so f***ing unbelieveable I can’t believe it.

Quick character synopsis – Ana Steele, a socially awkward 22-year-old virgin (rolling your eyes already?) who has no idea she’s brilliant, gorgeous and desirable,  meets Christian Grey, a drop dead handsome 27-year-old billionaire control freak who flies a helicopter, owns a jet, lives in a penthouse, employs full-time security staff, has darkly erotic tastes, plays the piano, suffers flashbacks and nightmares from early childhood trauma, was seduced as a teenager by a family friend old enough to be his mother, is heavily into sexual role-playing, has self-loathing issues and been in therapy all his life, and is using his vast wealth to combat world hunger.  Yes. Really.

Even Quicker plot synopsis – They can’t keep their hands off each other or be physically separated without feeling suicidal.  There is a lot of angst.  They work it out.

There is really not much of a plot, very little character development, repetition that will drive you mad, a bit of melodrama here and there, but never any doubt whatsoever that it will all end blissfully and happily like every good romance does.  Oh yeah, and physical intimacy and gratification on every other page. Sometimes every page for pages and pages and pages.  If there were a sexual olympics, Christian and Ana would definitely be contenders.

Who can say why this trilogy is a runaway best seller?  It’s not literary genius by any stretch of the imagination.  There are many more talented writers out there.  I didn’t love it, I didn’t hate it.  But I did read the entire thing.  Just like I read the entire Hunger Games Trilogy.  As for Twilight and Sleeping Beauty – couldn’t make it past book one in either case.

Anyway, now I guess I have a better idea what all the fuss is about.  Much ado about nothing much.  So of course perfectly suited to being turned into a full length movie or two!  My head hurts just thinking about it.  Read it for fun or diversion or to be a critic or to become a six star fan.  Or not at all.  More power to Ms. E.L. James who is laughing all the way to the bank in spite of what we think.  And threatening to write MORE!  I am SO biting my lip (and rolling my eyes) in breathless anticipation.

Life Is Too Short To Be Anything But Happy


I copied this from someone on facebook.  I think I used it as a status update once.  Still think it’s worth repeating.  Pretty much like everything else I’ve said more than once but at least this one I actually remember having shared before.

We had our week late Easter dinner with eleven out of a possible 15 people present and accounted for.  Today was a very successful day for surrounding myself with people who make me laugh.  I think my brother is an inspiration to us all having been the latest one to fall down and get back up.

He also makes a wickedly good red wine!  Although he confesses it doesn’t always turn out the way he expects it to.  He was able to take a couple of empty bottles home tonight and I certainly didn’t see anyone dumping it down the sink.

Ever noticed how, when you’re having a REALLY good time, nobody remembers to take pictures?  I’m playing Words with my oldest grandson so it’s not like I didn’t have my phone with me (except when I had to recharge it and eat and pour more wine.)  I’d like to say I also helped with the clean up and the dishes but I won’t because I didn’t.  The kitchen was way too crowded.  And then people were going home and it was too late for photos AGAIN.  I would make a pathetic historian.

Now it’s late and I’m tired and I think sleeping in is the next thing on the agenda.  Only two days left before I head back home.  Time flies.

My Experience with Natural Disasters

I was five years old when Hurricane Hazel swept through Toronto, Ontario, southeast of where we lived. I don’t remember a thing about it, except for listening to the adults exclaim and carry on forever after it was over. To me it was just another big old rain storm. But they couldn’t get over remarking about how bizarre it was to have a tropical Atlantic hurricane make it so far north and so far inland. All I could think of was the big bustling lady we knew named Hazel, all energetic and noisy. She had a bunch of kids and a no-nonsense attitude – I thought it was wonderful that they named the storm after her.

In 1987 I watched the tornado that swept across the eastern side of Edmonton, through the ‘green belt’, right beside the office building where I worked. The reception area was in a big glass dome, so the view was great. We had no idea what was going on. Once again, looked like a big old rain storm to me. The power went out and the sky was black at four in the afternoon. Someone remarked that it looked like the end of the world. Another person with a little battery operated radio was going on about flooding and people being killed and blown off the highway and disaster and havoc. He was quite annoying, and we were sure he was blowing things all out of proportion, but no one told him to shut up. I remember hoping for the rain to let up enough that I wouldn’t get completely drenched going across the parking lot. I didn’t have an umbrella.

Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it? When I got home and the power was back on I watched the devastation on tv in utter amazement, and still some disbelief. My husband and kids were on holiday in Ontario on the island, and I couldn’t reach them by phone. I did talk to my parents finally, to tell them I was fine, but they hadn’t heard a thing about it yet. I was kind of miffed, home alone, no one knowing or caring that I had been that close to a tornado and was still alive. Now when you mention our own Black Friday here, even after all this time, everyone has a story to tell.

In comparison to some of them which are ten times more dramatic, mine is rather lame. I tend not to panic about things I suppose. But then my house was still standing and I didn’t personally know any of the people who lost their lives. As far as experiencing disasters go, I guess you could say mine were not that bad.

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