I have a student in my class, let’s call him Jake. He’s (secretly) one of my favourite students because he tends to see the glass half full and is grumpy in the most endearing way. He struggles socially and spends a lot of recesses with me as he says “I don’t have friends because my brain has a hard time making some”. He has big brown eyes and his shoe laces are always undone. Jake has a lot of anxiety issues and when I have a substitute at school, he’s so worried about me he works in counsellors office to help …READ MORE
I drove home today with fingers itching to type this post. Ahh, so this is what it’s like to be inspired!
On a recent road trip, I listened to The Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die (STAY WITH ME, NOW) and it blew my mind in the way that only having someone articulate the things you already believe deep down inside but don’t know how to say does. The secrets are based on interviews with people who were nominated all across Canada and the United States due to the wisdom, happiness and contentment they displayed to those around …READ MORE
So…. I need a hobby.
You see, for the last year and a half the Presidential election was my hobby. I spent quality time with Joe and Chris and Chucky T. Wolf and Anderson and Donna. Keith and Rachel. There was poll watching and primary concerns, then later scandals and smears to disprove and then an electoral map to study with the intense gaze of a jewelers eye. There may have even been a time when I created my own electoral map.
Let’s just take a minute to bow to that kind of *dorkiness, shall we?
Okay, moving on.
But …READ MORE
There’s sort of a big event happening on Tuesday that a lot of people are talking about. I may have even talked about it a few times, might have even casually shared a few views on what I thought. But, I need a day without discussing the topic that shall not be named. Because if I talk about it today, there’s a chance I may turn into someone as crazy as he who shall not be named.
1. I’m getting tired of the lady at Starbucks verbally abusing me. Okay, maybe that’s a stretch- she’s not like, calling me …READ MORE
Things that I avoid like the plague: 1. the plague 2. confrontation
Case in point: Mallard woman came to talk to me today. She walked by a room I was in, did a double take and then entered. She started by saying ” I need to talk to you” and then because I didn’t know what to do, I told her I was busy. She tried again to talk to me, saying that it would just take a few minutes and could I please come into the hall? I again responded with, I couldn’t because I was busy, but that …READ MORE
So by random chance and circumstance, I find that I have the next few weeks absolutely free. I mean… nothing is going on. AT ALL.
I actually hear crickets when I open up my *social planner.
Which leaves me with only one option- vacation with my friend who is also itching to get away.
We struggled to figure out how we could go to Mexico (hello beach! hello free drinks!), but sadly my friend has a family engagement she CANNOT miss and now the timing doesn’t work with Mexico. (Which? I do not understand. We send people to the moon. …READ MORE
I’m one of those annoying people who is always cold. I treasure sweaters, collect wool socks and hog blankets without shame. But this week my world has changed. I’ve spent this last few days laying on floor- marveling at the genius of fans, ice cubes and cold showers. I’ve been too hot to sleep, to write, to read, to spend time outside on patios. Let’s re-read that last one, I’VE BEEN TO HOT TO SPEND TIME ON PATIOS. Clearly, you see I’ve been dealing with a heat issue.
And now tonight, I’m dealing with a dress issue. The no-date dilemma …READ MORE
So, I have to mention this because it’s going to bother me if I don’t. And when things bother me and I don’t say anything, I turn about 8 shades of crazy all of which involve binging on popcorn and tequila and writing copious amounts of horrible poetry into my journal (sidenote: Why do I only ever write in my journal when I’m unhappy? I swear, if my grandkids are screwed out of love letters- they should at least get a journal that has SOME happy thoughts rather than hundreds of pages filled with angst and pathetic ‘why me?’ statements …READ MORE
A short time ago, a dear friend asked me to do the one thing that a good friend can’t refuse doing. She asked me to speak at her wedding. And of course, I said yes. Because that is what you do when your friend asks you to do such a thing. You say “yes”. And you say it without hesitation.
And then I was given my “reading”. Sonnet 18 by The Bard. In case you aren’t up-to-date on your Shakespeare (and other than *Bre, who is?) Sonnet 18 starts out “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”, and includes …READ MORE