First, I wanted to say that I have not been writing very much since September as this is when my body decided to deep six my entire being and has punished me daily ever since, so I hope for anyone who may read my blog (on the chance you are actually out there!) that you know that I was just taking a break. We, that would be me and a slew of doctors, have not figured out what is wrong with me other than I am having some type of severe allergic reaction to something.
And according to one Allergist, that something could be nothing. That's right...I could be allergic to absolutely nothing! It is all in my head, and apparently, she indicated that it is obvious that I am under so much stress that my body has decided to fight itself. I have to say that in the summer time I has a wonderful break and I also was lucky enough to get a free "second" vacation to Arizona in the middle of October. what is stressful about that?
Can you imagine what my brain is telling me when this doctor is giving me an explanation that I am stressed and I do not even know it? Gadzooks! Hoodwinked again by the my own brain!.
I am doubting that her diagnosis is hardly correct. And I promise to continue this story when I gather some energy to explain. I will just say that "hives" are with me 24/7 it is agonizing since I cannot get rid of them and they never ever go away. This includes Anaphylaxis which has caused my face to swell uncontrollably and another trip to the ER..
Story to continue:
UPDATE:
Its now April 2015:
I have made over 38 trips to the Emergency Room at local hospitals since my first bout with hives and anaphylaxis. I have had so many tests that have come up negative for more well-known auto-immune disorders like Lupus. And no one can give me a diagnosis other than the following:
You have: Chronic Urticaria (Hives); Chronic Angiodema (Swelling of the Tissue) and Chronic Anaphylaxis (Swelling of Tongue/Throat).
I live by the Epi-Pen and have tried different medicines. These would be typical H1 and H2 inhibitors: Ceterezine; Benadryl; Hyrdoxyzine; Ranitadine and the one thing that I wanted to stay on but they will not let me is steroids: Prednisone. I have been told that this is the only thing that is left that they can use to help me when I'm in full distress and as such, I am not to be given it daily otherwise I will build up a tolerance and then it may not work when I really can't breathe.
Over the next few weeks I am going to add to this update and try to cycle back to when I first suffered an episode with this. I still have it, everyday can be excruciating painful and certainly I have no social life left to speak of, not because of choice, but because of the unpredictable and violent force of the attacks that come like a stranger in the night.
I miss blogging ...... and I miss the void...
June 2015:
Tonight I am having a "flare" which is an understatement; it is unbearibly uncomfortable to sit while you skin is on fire and I can feel the hives developing under my chin, by chest, thighs and ankles, even the creases of my elbows are not saved from the pain. I have popped 2 Benadryl tabs and then my Ranitadine but it seems futile so far. I can feel this creeping around my mouth and my eyes. It is strangely tingly and....I hate it.
Coming soon to a Theatre Near You: The Meltdown. That's what I feel like having.
Chat soon!
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Makenzie "Too Darn Hot" Season 10
I have been under the weather as of late, so I have not had much energy to post in a few weeks. I hope to be back on track soon and while I was looking for some new music I found a dance sequence with a remix of one of my favorites singers..Ella Fitzgerald. Have a look and a listen, I really did love this.!
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Guitar Lesson: How To Play Old School 12 Bar Blues EASY PART 1 Beginners...
Sharing this lesson for beginners, I have searched online for someone that would fit a certain easy style for people to learn from. I like this one.
Look: It has an EASY BUTTON!
Look: It has an EASY BUTTON!
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sons of Serendip on AGT Cover Chris Isaak's Wicked Games
Ghostly and Enchanting. Turn up the sound......
What does this make you feel like when you listen to it?
I think many of us have heartbreak in common...if this song doesn't capture the pain...nothing does.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Bluegrass ACDC! Thunderstruck by Steve'n'Seagulls (LIVE)
What happens when you mix some good ol' Bluegrass with Rock? This does! ACDC meets Southern Hospitality. Do you have any favorites that are a blend of multiple genres?
Monday, August 4, 2014
Only $999,998.00 To Go!
One of my first posts was how would a person make a million dollars, certainly there is always the save, save, compound interest speech. My idea is that if you asked a million people (and based on the population of Earth itself and considering the percentage of those with any disposable income of $1) to give you a buck, there you would have it. Find 1 million friends and ask them for a dollar.
The point of the idea is not to be ridiculous but to put it in perspective that sometimes a small idea is the best idea and that goals are attainable by thinking more in simplified terms. It is those that can speak in those terms that have an uncanny knack for reaching and communicating with more people than someone who uses complex jargon to explain ideas.
I said I would try to do this myself so I started today and I sold something for $2, I put it in my jar with a big Happyface. It is a small start, but it is a proven fact that a snowball can turn into an avalanche.
I wonder what other ideas people have that are not in the position of tangible wealth. What do you do to help yourself along?
(PS..this picture is of a plant nicknamed "Angelwings", I thought I would add some greens into my story).
The point of the idea is not to be ridiculous but to put it in perspective that sometimes a small idea is the best idea and that goals are attainable by thinking more in simplified terms. It is those that can speak in those terms that have an uncanny knack for reaching and communicating with more people than someone who uses complex jargon to explain ideas.
I said I would try to do this myself so I started today and I sold something for $2, I put it in my jar with a big Happyface. It is a small start, but it is a proven fact that a snowball can turn into an avalanche.I wonder what other ideas people have that are not in the position of tangible wealth. What do you do to help yourself along?
(PS..this picture is of a plant nicknamed "Angelwings", I thought I would add some greens into my story).
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Volunteer and Group Joining Snobbery
Like most people (not all perhaps) I like to expand my knowledge by joining sites, groups and even volunteering until lately when I had an epiphany after getting a snarky reply after sending my usual introduction and basically who I am, that I heard they are looking for people to join or to help.
And what kind of responses am I getting? Here's the latest: "Thanks for your application, but at this time, you are too new to this site/group, please apply later" and another one who said they needed volunteers to help clean up an area: "please give us the reason(s) why you feel that you would fit, what can you offer and why do you want to volunteer with us".
Seriously, to all those not-for-profits, online community groups or elite artist group, I would like to give you a personal present: Some cement shoes and a pool pass.
Sounds like I am angry, right? But wait, it is not anger, that would take way too much energy, but I am annoyed to the point of writing about it.
If you have to write a thesis about why they should pick you, it is not worth the request. People or organizations that do this should be banned and boycotted. Please note that these are not volunteer opportunities where you are working with groups of people that are vulnerable like Children, Seniors and People with Barriers. This is about asking me to come and help you pick up litter after an event, or to join a group of People who like Gibson guitars and want to share technique playing ideas.
So, in other words, stop asking if you have no intentions of opening it up for all people, not just those that have a certain look, a certain education and a certain amount of followers. (By the way, I don't really even think of people as followers, it sounds too much like a religion thing and I'm no Messiah).
Anyone else every have this happen? And I am truly asking you to "volunteer" your experience, it would be wonderful to know that someone out there has been where I have.
And what kind of responses am I getting? Here's the latest: "Thanks for your application, but at this time, you are too new to this site/group, please apply later" and another one who said they needed volunteers to help clean up an area: "please give us the reason(s) why you feel that you would fit, what can you offer and why do you want to volunteer with us".
Seriously, to all those not-for-profits, online community groups or elite artist group, I would like to give you a personal present: Some cement shoes and a pool pass.
Sounds like I am angry, right? But wait, it is not anger, that would take way too much energy, but I am annoyed to the point of writing about it.
If you have to write a thesis about why they should pick you, it is not worth the request. People or organizations that do this should be banned and boycotted. Please note that these are not volunteer opportunities where you are working with groups of people that are vulnerable like Children, Seniors and People with Barriers. This is about asking me to come and help you pick up litter after an event, or to join a group of People who like Gibson guitars and want to share technique playing ideas.
So, in other words, stop asking if you have no intentions of opening it up for all people, not just those that have a certain look, a certain education and a certain amount of followers. (By the way, I don't really even think of people as followers, it sounds too much like a religion thing and I'm no Messiah).
Anyone else every have this happen? And I am truly asking you to "volunteer" your experience, it would be wonderful to know that someone out there has been where I have.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Spacedrum by Yuki Koshimoto
Beautiful, ethereal, funky, prehistoric electronic. Love this. Have a listen. Oh, I would love to have one of these drums.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Summer Sweet Magnolia Air
I am one who loves to look at flowers, plants and trees but certainly I do not know the names of them. That is why I have a multitude of insanely smart and wonderful Friends, including the ones I have met through blogging, who are like walking Botonists. They are always teaching me something new everyday. Hey, if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be growing celery right now.
I was curious though as to what this tree was that is in our complex, it was last year that I had seen it and noticed that is had massive cream-white buds and green rubber-tree shiny leafs, although I did not get a close-up look at it and did not put two-and-two together that it was even a Magnolia tree, but it is and how magnificent and aromatic it is!
The perfume has a very heavy floral scent and reminds me of the Gardenia flower. I find myself purposely wandering by those trees every day to pick up the scent and to see if there is one flower low enough for me to get a picture. No luck yet but tomorrow will be today soon enough.
And upon some research I also found the most beautiful poem about this tree. It was written by Author Helen Deutsch. It is called "The White Magnolia Tree" and it reads:
The year when I was twenty-one,
(John that year was twenty-three)
That was the year, that was the spring,
We planted the white magnolia tree.
"This tree," said John, "shall grow with us,
And every year it will bloom anew.
This is our life. This is our love."
And the white magnolia tree grew and grew...
Oh, youth' a thing of fire and ice,
And currents that run hot and white,
And its world is as bright as the sun...
I was twenty-one...
And I wore a plume in my hat.
And we went to the movies and wept over" Stella Dallas",
And John sang "Moonlight and Roses"
(a little off-key, but very nicely really),
And we hurried through our crowded days
With beautiful plans, boundless ambitions, and golden decisions.
There is so much the young heart clamours for,
That it must have, and that it cannot live without,
And it must be all or nothing,
For aren't we the masters of creation?
Oh, valiant and untamed were we,
When we planted the white magnolia tree!
And the white magnolia grew and grew,
Holding our love within its core,
And every year it bloomed anew,
And we were twenty-one no more.
No more untamed, no more so free,
Nor so young, nor so wild and aflame were we.
Dearer to us grew other things:
Easy sleep, books, a day's quiet holiday,
Good talk beside a fire, the beauty of old faces...
We have known many things since then:
The death of a child and the bitter lesson
That a heart which breaks can mend itself again
(That it can and must be done),
And what loyalty can mean,
And how real a word like courage can become,
And that solitude can be rich and gratifying
And quite different from loneliness...
There is so little the serious heart requires:
Friends, faith, a window open to the world,
Pride in work well done,
And strength to live in a world at war
And still maintain the heart's own private peace...
Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee
For things I did not know before,
For the wisdom of maturity,
For bread, and a roof, and for one thing more...
Thanks because I still can see
The bloom on the white magnolia tree.
(John that year was twenty-three)
That was the year, that was the spring,
We planted the white magnolia tree.
"This tree," said John, "shall grow with us,
And every year it will bloom anew.
This is our life. This is our love."
And the white magnolia tree grew and grew...
Oh, youth' a thing of fire and ice,
And currents that run hot and white,
And its world is as bright as the sun...
I was twenty-one...
And I wore a plume in my hat.
And we went to the movies and wept over" Stella Dallas",
And John sang "Moonlight and Roses"
(a little off-key, but very nicely really),
And we hurried through our crowded days
With beautiful plans, boundless ambitions, and golden decisions.
There is so much the young heart clamours for,
That it must have, and that it cannot live without,
And it must be all or nothing,
For aren't we the masters of creation?
Oh, valiant and untamed were we,
When we planted the white magnolia tree!
And the white magnolia grew and grew,
Holding our love within its core,
And every year it bloomed anew,
And we were twenty-one no more.
No more untamed, no more so free,
Nor so young, nor so wild and aflame were we.
Dearer to us grew other things:
Easy sleep, books, a day's quiet holiday,
Good talk beside a fire, the beauty of old faces...
We have known many things since then:
The death of a child and the bitter lesson
That a heart which breaks can mend itself again
(That it can and must be done),
And what loyalty can mean,
And how real a word like courage can become,
And that solitude can be rich and gratifying
And quite different from loneliness...
There is so little the serious heart requires:
Friends, faith, a window open to the world,
Pride in work well done,
And strength to live in a world at war
And still maintain the heart's own private peace...
Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee
For things I did not know before,
For the wisdom of maturity,
For bread, and a roof, and for one thing more...
Thanks because I still can see
The bloom on the white magnolia tree.
So, here is hoping that I get to take a picture and add it to this post. For now, I will read the poem again, sip on a cup of tea and wait for sun to set.
I have updated this post to include one picture. Hard to get just the right lighting but it is still beautiful as it opens up with its' petals unfolding.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Trifari Brooch Design: What is this? Fruit, Vegetable or Crazy Octopus
Even if you do not know me, you actually may have met me or some other doppelganger while walking down a street with various shops. I am a window-shopper, a looky-loo, or a "Hey! Look at that Shiny thing!" kind of gal. Not that I spend loads of money on stuff, in fact, I am quite the opposite, I like to find a few small items, preferably collectibles and then I let them loose and set them free trying to find the right owner for them.
Recently, I have been blessed to have 3 thrift stores in close vicinity to where I work, the biggest plus is that I actually clean out my closet on a fairly regular basis, I take one or two things here and there and I see my closet shrinking. This immediately makes me really very happy! I do not keep kick-knacks and hate clutter. Having these stores also allows me to browse and look at books I would never bother to go into a store for, look at art, find a little history and on the rare occasion I may find something different or small that I find intriguing enough to buy with the thought that I will not keep it. The rule is simple, you cannot have more than 10 items that have been purchased, and if you bring 3 home, you must immediately take 3 things out.
Today, I finally found something unique, quirky and even had the name Trifari on it, it was a brooch, I am not sure what it actually is, and the debate at work is that some think it is a pineapple, some think it is maybe an Echinacea flower and others think it is an acorn. I don't know who Trifari is, but I remembered it from somewhere, certainly this item was not that inexpensive but there was something intriguing about trying to figure out what it was. So, with cell phone in hand and since I don't own a loupe, I took several pics of it so that I could enlarge the name stamped on the inside, that is how I was able to see the name.
I did some research and found so many useful sites, as far as, basic knowledge of who Trifari was and I could approximately date my piece between 1955-1969, from what it indicates my brooch would be referred to a Crown Trifari Brooch because of this stamp which has both the crown and the copyright stamp on it. I was able to find this information from a person who has a store on EBay, it was most informative on how to recognize the marks. You can find the link Trifari Vintage Jewelry: Identification and Marks
I do have a thing for brooches, my Mother wore one her whole life. It was the best piece of jewelry she owned, even if it was just costume. It was delicate, 2 birds flying together, and in the right light, little glints of gold and diamond sparkle would shine from it. I have this brooch now and I wear it as she did. I am proud to have it.
Who knows, maybe one day I will open up shop on Etsy, I probably do not have enough stock to do that though so I will stick with good old Craigslist!
So, what have you found that you think is special or unique? Have you ever found anything that you thought was just interesting and you have never given it up?
And what do you think the brooch is? Is it a fruit, vegetable, flower or octopus with a wicked allergic reaction on his head?
Recently, I have been blessed to have 3 thrift stores in close vicinity to where I work, the biggest plus is that I actually clean out my closet on a fairly regular basis, I take one or two things here and there and I see my closet shrinking. This immediately makes me really very happy! I do not keep kick-knacks and hate clutter. Having these stores also allows me to browse and look at books I would never bother to go into a store for, look at art, find a little history and on the rare occasion I may find something different or small that I find intriguing enough to buy with the thought that I will not keep it. The rule is simple, you cannot have more than 10 items that have been purchased, and if you bring 3 home, you must immediately take 3 things out.
Today, I finally found something unique, quirky and even had the name Trifari on it, it was a brooch, I am not sure what it actually is, and the debate at work is that some think it is a pineapple, some think it is maybe an Echinacea flower and others think it is an acorn. I don't know who Trifari is, but I remembered it from somewhere, certainly this item was not that inexpensive but there was something intriguing about trying to figure out what it was. So, with cell phone in hand and since I don't own a loupe, I took several pics of it so that I could enlarge the name stamped on the inside, that is how I was able to see the name.
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| Trifari Goldtone Brooch |
I do have a thing for brooches, my Mother wore one her whole life. It was the best piece of jewelry she owned, even if it was just costume. It was delicate, 2 birds flying together, and in the right light, little glints of gold and diamond sparkle would shine from it. I have this brooch now and I wear it as she did. I am proud to have it.
Who knows, maybe one day I will open up shop on Etsy, I probably do not have enough stock to do that though so I will stick with good old Craigslist!
So, what have you found that you think is special or unique? Have you ever found anything that you thought was just interesting and you have never given it up?
And what do you think the brooch is? Is it a fruit, vegetable, flower or octopus with a wicked allergic reaction on his head?
Friday, July 4, 2014
What is Kindness?
How do you measure kindness? I personally do not think you can. Being kind can also be a vacuum that will suck your entire soul into it and leave your spirit bereft of anything but a bag of bones with skin thrown over it. I suppose that sounds just a tad over-the-top jaded and that is okay to think that too. There are moments in life where you should not be kind for any reason.
I think that you can certainly give too much of your entire energy to being kind. Also, I do not necessarily believe that an enlightened person is a kind person, an enlightened person is basically a know-it-all about themselves and certainly not just spiritually. This is not a negative trait, rather you become a powerful force to be reckoned with. The only boss of you, is you.
So, if there is a measure, then what is it? How do you know when enough is enough?
I think that you can certainly give too much of your entire energy to being kind. Also, I do not necessarily believe that an enlightened person is a kind person, an enlightened person is basically a know-it-all about themselves and certainly not just spiritually. This is not a negative trait, rather you become a powerful force to be reckoned with. The only boss of you, is you.
So, if there is a measure, then what is it? How do you know when enough is enough?
Monday, June 30, 2014
Smartburn Rapid Total-Body Weight Loss Pills
The change of life has punctured my metabolism, and it never recovered. Like many other Women I found myself gaining an intense amount of weight and was in the market to see if there was something that could kick-start the old jalopy as it where. So, after doing a little checking, I purchased SmartBurn Rapid Total-Body Weight Loss which has tons of catchy dieter words such as:
Total-body Weight Loss, Including Belly, Butt & Thighs.
Researched Key Ingredient - Lose Twice the Weight than Dieting Alone!.
No Added Caffeine.
Ginseng Enhanced.
My review is simple and to the point:
1. Does it work? Not for me.
2. How often did you take it: 2 pills a minimum of 2 hours before a meal. 2 times per day (as instructed) with 10 ounces of water. for a duration of 1 month.
3. Did it give you any side effects? No.
4. Would I recommend buying it? No. Save your money.
I would suppose that the expectation is that you should increase your exercise and eat more healthy while taking these pills however if that is the differentiating factor to lose weight, then why bother taking any pills whatsoever.
Total-body Weight Loss, Including Belly, Butt & Thighs.
Researched Key Ingredient - Lose Twice the Weight than Dieting Alone!.
No Added Caffeine.
Ginseng Enhanced.
My review is simple and to the point:
1. Does it work? Not for me.
2. How often did you take it: 2 pills a minimum of 2 hours before a meal. 2 times per day (as instructed) with 10 ounces of water. for a duration of 1 month.
3. Did it give you any side effects? No.
4. Would I recommend buying it? No. Save your money.
I would suppose that the expectation is that you should increase your exercise and eat more healthy while taking these pills however if that is the differentiating factor to lose weight, then why bother taking any pills whatsoever.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Menopause is Stupid
I am not sure what brilliant person ever coined the term or named this condition as "menopause" because it is anything but. A pause denotes the idea that you are taking a break, maybe for a moment of silence so you think, maybe you pause for reorganizing the troops, but certainly the word "menopause" is the just the start that never ever ends. One of my least favorite things is having tags like "pre and post" because that just screws you up even more. It denotes that there is a start and an end. Lies, lies and well more lies.
Seriously. Why don't they just point to picture of a frying pan, crack an egg gently into it and say "This is your brain". Then they take the pan and fling it at break-neck speed through a plate glass window while commenting "and this, Ladies, is your brain in Menopause". You get the picture.
I used to remember a time..oh wait...no. Actually, I don't remember. That is part of the problem. So what is the secret to getting through this predicament? I don't know that either, because I do not believe that you go back to who you were, and I do not believe that it ever ends.
More likely is that you forget that you ever were fertile in any sense and then there is ice-cream.
Ice-cream makes everything better.Doesn't it?
Seriously. Why don't they just point to picture of a frying pan, crack an egg gently into it and say "This is your brain". Then they take the pan and fling it at break-neck speed through a plate glass window while commenting "and this, Ladies, is your brain in Menopause". You get the picture.
I used to remember a time..oh wait...no. Actually, I don't remember. That is part of the problem. So what is the secret to getting through this predicament? I don't know that either, because I do not believe that you go back to who you were, and I do not believe that it ever ends.
More likely is that you forget that you ever were fertile in any sense and then there is ice-cream.
Ice-cream makes everything better.Doesn't it?
Monday, June 2, 2014
You're Name Wouldn't Happen to be Dick,Would it?
Here I am. Sitting at a table for two in downtown Vancouver listening to a conversation that is one-sided from a music aficionado acquaintance that I met through a mutual friend. And all I can think about is: "how to get the hell out of here as soon as possible". And why is that? Well, this sudden flight response is my usual train of thought when having to listening to a man talk about how sexual he is. This one wants to tell me he has to have at least 5 orgasms a week and that he still has a super high sex-drive. And what were we talking about that was the segue into this delicate subject?: Pizza. Yes, Pizza. Apparently mentioning how much you like Pizza will have this guy telling you all about his Penis. Maybe because they both start with the letter "P". Hmmm. I am not sure how my complimenting the balsamic reduction drizzled onto a slice has translated into such personal (and believe me), unwanted spew, about him doing the humpty-dance has me baffled.
So I get very quite. I mean, we are both here to attend a music event and it becomes painfully obvious that he is so overwhelmed with the thought that we are sharing a table or he is bat-shit crazy and wants to see if I would be interested in bumping uglies with him. I don't know. So, as he gives me the gory details of why he needs so much sex, he sprinkles the stories with comments about how all women being secretly bisexual and he has been privy to watching them getting it on. I throw up a little in my mouth, I'm speechless still. I feel really uncomfortable and find myself getting annoyed as to why he thinks I need to hear this. For God sakes man!, I just met you. So I wait and then I notice it. There's another woman sitting diagonally from me and she looks disgusted. I would suppose that it was because he is a fairly loud person that everyone in the restaurant could hear what he was saying.
Finally, I waive my hand sharply in front of his voice and command him to stop, cutting him off mid-sentence from another horrid detail of his many marriages and his swinger lifestyle. I just tell him I am not interested, at all, in any way, to hear about this part of his life and that I did not come here to be privy to his striking desire to enchant me with his "me so horny all the time" talk. I think he was mad after that. Oh well.
The rest of the evening (all next half hour of it), turned worse when he paraded down a city street with an imitation of what he said was the worst music he had ever heard in his life, air-guitaring like a someone who couldn't tell a fret from a fart and screeching something inaudible, which I assume he felt was an honest display of their songs.
I am not certain what compels a man to tell me all about his libido but I can tell you that it is actually rather a despicable trait. All that happens is that I have now come to the conclusion that you are creepy and desperate to confide so openly how much you need it. Maybe you thought you would get lucky. Uhm nope.
He has UN-friended me today. Sigh. That's life. Ain't it a Peach? (better not use that word, it also starts with a "P".
So I get very quite. I mean, we are both here to attend a music event and it becomes painfully obvious that he is so overwhelmed with the thought that we are sharing a table or he is bat-shit crazy and wants to see if I would be interested in bumping uglies with him. I don't know. So, as he gives me the gory details of why he needs so much sex, he sprinkles the stories with comments about how all women being secretly bisexual and he has been privy to watching them getting it on. I throw up a little in my mouth, I'm speechless still. I feel really uncomfortable and find myself getting annoyed as to why he thinks I need to hear this. For God sakes man!, I just met you. So I wait and then I notice it. There's another woman sitting diagonally from me and she looks disgusted. I would suppose that it was because he is a fairly loud person that everyone in the restaurant could hear what he was saying.
Finally, I waive my hand sharply in front of his voice and command him to stop, cutting him off mid-sentence from another horrid detail of his many marriages and his swinger lifestyle. I just tell him I am not interested, at all, in any way, to hear about this part of his life and that I did not come here to be privy to his striking desire to enchant me with his "me so horny all the time" talk. I think he was mad after that. Oh well.
The rest of the evening (all next half hour of it), turned worse when he paraded down a city street with an imitation of what he said was the worst music he had ever heard in his life, air-guitaring like a someone who couldn't tell a fret from a fart and screeching something inaudible, which I assume he felt was an honest display of their songs.
I am not certain what compels a man to tell me all about his libido but I can tell you that it is actually rather a despicable trait. All that happens is that I have now come to the conclusion that you are creepy and desperate to confide so openly how much you need it. Maybe you thought you would get lucky. Uhm nope.
He has UN-friended me today. Sigh. That's life. Ain't it a Peach? (better not use that word, it also starts with a "P".
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Theme From Don Juan De Marco (Kamen) Austin Durack Spanish Guitar
Those that read my blog do know that I love to share music, especially if I find someone, whether a group or sole player, that I find enchanting one way or another. I found this gem of a player who was covering Cuando La Ames aka Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman. I actually prefer the Spanish version for lyrics and instrumentals are always the path from which music grows.
Anyway, enough of my late night banter, without further adieu I present Austin Durack covering Cuando La Ames (Don Juan DeMarco Sountrack (Michael Kamen).
Anyway, enough of my late night banter, without further adieu I present Austin Durack covering Cuando La Ames (Don Juan DeMarco Sountrack (Michael Kamen).
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Pet Peeve: Using Your Spit In the Workplace
I only decided to write this based on the sheer disgust that I embrace seeing something that people do everyday which I akin to "picking ones' nose" in public. While I am not a germaphobe by any means, I do have this one little pet peeve that bothers me to no end. I hate when people lick their fingers and then touch things at work.
It goes something like this: You get called into a meeting, there are handouts which means someone will be tasked with the disbursement of related papers; reports; agenda's etc. Of course, I start to cringe when I realize that the person already standing up walking towards me is reaching for her mouth, I see it in slow motion; the fingertips meeting the the lips, the tongue darts out softy to wet the fingers and voila! there you have it, an instant sticky at your beck and call!
And the most horrid part of this, is when they touch that goo to the paper that they want to hand me. Nuh-uh. I refuse to take it. Just a little fact, there is no conclusive number of how many bacteria are actually in your mouth, however according to an article from Paul Arnold Managing Editor at Bright Hub
I gag as I watch someone who insists on sticking pens in their mouth, wet their fingers to get their pages ready to fax, and what do they do? Yes, that's right, they then take the pen out of their mouth and punch the numbers on the machine as if to mark their turn with their sloppy seconds. I do not want to share your spit, I do not want to kiss you, or your Dog or your Lover, thank you very much.
We do have finger-rubbers (yes, that is what they are called), to help you go through all those papers, and guess what? You will no longer have to "hock a loogie" as a remedy for your paper-separating problems.
I believe it is obviously is an unconscious behavior from other-wise health sensitive people that do wash their hands in the bathroom after they use it...or do they? It is odd because these are the same people that complain when someone sneezes or coughs anywhere within a city block of their vicinity but think nothing of wanting me to share their gingivitis.
So if you are one of those people who say to yourself: "Yes, that's me, I do that". Then please, stop it.
Thank you.
Ref: http://www.brighthub.com/science/genetics/articles/45935.aspx
It goes something like this: You get called into a meeting, there are handouts which means someone will be tasked with the disbursement of related papers; reports; agenda's etc. Of course, I start to cringe when I realize that the person already standing up walking towards me is reaching for her mouth, I see it in slow motion; the fingertips meeting the the lips, the tongue darts out softy to wet the fingers and voila! there you have it, an instant sticky at your beck and call!
And the most horrid part of this, is when they touch that goo to the paper that they want to hand me. Nuh-uh. I refuse to take it. Just a little fact, there is no conclusive number of how many bacteria are actually in your mouth, however according to an article from Paul Arnold Managing Editor at Bright Hub
"It has been estimated that there are over 100 million in every millilitre of saliva from more than 600 different species."
I gag as I watch someone who insists on sticking pens in their mouth, wet their fingers to get their pages ready to fax, and what do they do? Yes, that's right, they then take the pen out of their mouth and punch the numbers on the machine as if to mark their turn with their sloppy seconds. I do not want to share your spit, I do not want to kiss you, or your Dog or your Lover, thank you very much.
We do have finger-rubbers (yes, that is what they are called), to help you go through all those papers, and guess what? You will no longer have to "hock a loogie" as a remedy for your paper-separating problems.
I believe it is obviously is an unconscious behavior from other-wise health sensitive people that do wash their hands in the bathroom after they use it...or do they? It is odd because these are the same people that complain when someone sneezes or coughs anywhere within a city block of their vicinity but think nothing of wanting me to share their gingivitis.
So if you are one of those people who say to yourself: "Yes, that's me, I do that". Then please, stop it.
Thank you.
Ref: http://www.brighthub.com/science/genetics/articles/45935.aspx
Monday, May 5, 2014
Not Everyone Is Special So Be Ready For It
There is so much written about empowering yourself and how special everyone is. It is not true. Any of it. Maybe when people realize that, we'd have less dissection in the ranks. One natural instinct for parents is to repeatedly tell their children just that, you are special, just as you are, you fabulous little person. When we, as parents, try to instill confidence and give encouragement to the point that it becomes meaningless.
I have had the pleasure of watching those very fabulous little ones, grow-up. And I have equally been tasked with working along side them. And I see the work ethic is lacking, there is no initiative to step-up to the plate and be part of any team except for the one that is called: "watch out world because I'm a Princess or I'm a Prince, I can't really do anything but my degree speaks for itself. Oh and by the way, my Mom still makes my lunch, I can't wash a dish, I can't cook, I drive a car but I don't know how to operate one. And you want me to put paper in the photocopier when it says its out? Outrageous!!!! That is not my job.
And what is better than this? They are so self-absorbed that you have helped create a person who's main bragging is that they believe reality TV is fantastical and that this is how you treat other people. Rather frightening to know that you are going to be judged in about 6 months by this person, they will become your supervisor, and why, because life is unfair and blah blah blah. True, but sometimes it also helps if you are friends with management. The old adage "it is not what you know that counts, it's WHO you know that matters" is true as red is red.
Here is one sure thing in life, get a Degree. It may not get you everything but it will get you opportunity. And that is the key. And that way, when you compete with the elite of the ones raised as more special than a rainbow coming out a unicorns bum, that you will be able to give yourself more than one edge when it comes to getting where you need to be.
I have had the pleasure of watching those very fabulous little ones, grow-up. And I have equally been tasked with working along side them. And I see the work ethic is lacking, there is no initiative to step-up to the plate and be part of any team except for the one that is called: "watch out world because I'm a Princess or I'm a Prince, I can't really do anything but my degree speaks for itself. Oh and by the way, my Mom still makes my lunch, I can't wash a dish, I can't cook, I drive a car but I don't know how to operate one. And you want me to put paper in the photocopier when it says its out? Outrageous!!!! That is not my job.
And what is better than this? They are so self-absorbed that you have helped create a person who's main bragging is that they believe reality TV is fantastical and that this is how you treat other people. Rather frightening to know that you are going to be judged in about 6 months by this person, they will become your supervisor, and why, because life is unfair and blah blah blah. True, but sometimes it also helps if you are friends with management. The old adage "it is not what you know that counts, it's WHO you know that matters" is true as red is red.
Here is one sure thing in life, get a Degree. It may not get you everything but it will get you opportunity. And that is the key. And that way, when you compete with the elite of the ones raised as more special than a rainbow coming out a unicorns bum, that you will be able to give yourself more than one edge when it comes to getting where you need to be.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The Fog of Being Poor
Maybe you are reading this because you want to know that you are not alone. Maybe you've had to do things that tested and were against everything that you know is good, morale and ethical just to make ends meet. That's what some of the poor do, they make ends meet and then the ends change and get farther apart, whether it be a toothache, a cold-snap or your landlord suddenly wants you gone after you couldn't come up with all the rent and the "arrangements" that he discussed making involved midnight booty-calls. Hard to believe? Not so. It's what happens all the time.
I know that being poor means lack of opportunity no matter how smart you are. You will not be invited to social gatherings no matter how hurtful it may be and of course you've probably learned that starvation and lack of food make for a pretty pathetic athlete. You have no lunch, there was no breakfast and dinner was always something between toast and a cup of plain tea or sometimes potatoes that were baked in the oven. Even when the beatings from other school kids became a daily ritual, and it is because you are poor, you learn how to stop crying and you pray to die on a regular basis.
Like most of those that lived in poverty in Canada, when I grew up in poverty there were no food banks and certainly welfare did not cover even the barest of necessities. Lack of nourishment caused my teeth to crumble away and of course, the dentist was paid by welfare. What this meant was the dentist would not use any freezing whatsoever, and rather than fill my teeth, he pulled them out. He also hit you repeatedly. To this day I still have nightmares and was horrified to meet someone else who had the misfortune of having the same dentist and our comparison was: "did he hit you too?". Sad situation.
I wonder whom these people are that say poor people are just lazy. Seriously? Come and talk to me and I will explain to you that there are barriers and they are real. And as for those who say that there are lots of people that were poor but made it, I hope that you are ready to back that up with real statistics and proof because citing the few celebrities or Fortune 500 or the wealthiest people in the world is a very small group of people compared to the millions of poor is like comparing a drop of water in an ocean. I wonder why it became the norm to suggest that anyone can wind up like one of those that got out of the poverty trap, perhaps maybe it is just easier to swallow.
I had wished so badly that I could have had an education but homelessness started early and well, you can guess the rest. I do not understand that these people are not given any opportunity whatsoever. A better idea: Have the provincial government offer to train these people in-house. Teach them computer skills, teach them how to use email, teach them how to file, how to answer a phone. Give them a bus pass, give them a chance to come to work directly for you and let them have a sense of pride, of being able to feed themselves and contribute to their families well-being. People vocalize that this will not work, yet they have never even tried to put a plan in place. Not everyone on welfare wants to stay there. And certainly the province can afford to pay a decent wage, not minimum wage so they do not wind up earning less than what they would have if they just stayed home. Help them with child-care if need be and perhaps some of those will chose to follow in the footsteps of Family care.
It is a simple idea. And sometimes the simplest idea is the best solution.
I know that being poor means lack of opportunity no matter how smart you are. You will not be invited to social gatherings no matter how hurtful it may be and of course you've probably learned that starvation and lack of food make for a pretty pathetic athlete. You have no lunch, there was no breakfast and dinner was always something between toast and a cup of plain tea or sometimes potatoes that were baked in the oven. Even when the beatings from other school kids became a daily ritual, and it is because you are poor, you learn how to stop crying and you pray to die on a regular basis.
Like most of those that lived in poverty in Canada, when I grew up in poverty there were no food banks and certainly welfare did not cover even the barest of necessities. Lack of nourishment caused my teeth to crumble away and of course, the dentist was paid by welfare. What this meant was the dentist would not use any freezing whatsoever, and rather than fill my teeth, he pulled them out. He also hit you repeatedly. To this day I still have nightmares and was horrified to meet someone else who had the misfortune of having the same dentist and our comparison was: "did he hit you too?". Sad situation.
I wonder whom these people are that say poor people are just lazy. Seriously? Come and talk to me and I will explain to you that there are barriers and they are real. And as for those who say that there are lots of people that were poor but made it, I hope that you are ready to back that up with real statistics and proof because citing the few celebrities or Fortune 500 or the wealthiest people in the world is a very small group of people compared to the millions of poor is like comparing a drop of water in an ocean. I wonder why it became the norm to suggest that anyone can wind up like one of those that got out of the poverty trap, perhaps maybe it is just easier to swallow.
I had wished so badly that I could have had an education but homelessness started early and well, you can guess the rest. I do not understand that these people are not given any opportunity whatsoever. A better idea: Have the provincial government offer to train these people in-house. Teach them computer skills, teach them how to use email, teach them how to file, how to answer a phone. Give them a bus pass, give them a chance to come to work directly for you and let them have a sense of pride, of being able to feed themselves and contribute to their families well-being. People vocalize that this will not work, yet they have never even tried to put a plan in place. Not everyone on welfare wants to stay there. And certainly the province can afford to pay a decent wage, not minimum wage so they do not wind up earning less than what they would have if they just stayed home. Help them with child-care if need be and perhaps some of those will chose to follow in the footsteps of Family care.
It is a simple idea. And sometimes the simplest idea is the best solution.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Translucent Skin and how Blue am I?
I get reminded quite often that I looked tired and I have very dark blue veins under my eyes. Heck, I've even had someone who wanted to give me a "spit-wash" so that they could wipe the blue away thinking I had smudged my mascara (yes, they are that "profound") and I have to say that I really do hate how they look. I have had people ask me what kind of drugs I was on and noticeably this came at a job interview when they were adamant that it was obvious that I had taken something. I get irritated with the constant remarks but try to do my best to cover them up to really no avail unless I get out the dermablend and really putty it on. And even then it does not cover them.
I wish there was a way for them to be removed permanently but wouldn't know where to look. I dd go to a vein clinic about 20 years ago and they told me there was nothing I can do and that was it. Sad that this is the case, I thought that I would just write a little post and see if anyone ever has had this problem and how to cover them up without appearing to have put on 100 layers of gummy coverup. Please note I've tried the green and yellow and even salmon colored even tone kits and they don't work so any suggestions?
I wish there was a way for them to be removed permanently but wouldn't know where to look. I dd go to a vein clinic about 20 years ago and they told me there was nothing I can do and that was it. Sad that this is the case, I thought that I would just write a little post and see if anyone ever has had this problem and how to cover them up without appearing to have put on 100 layers of gummy coverup. Please note I've tried the green and yellow and even salmon colored even tone kits and they don't work so any suggestions?
Friday, March 21, 2014
WANTED: A Kidney For a Sister: Please read and Share
Okay, well I'm posting this in the hopes of helping a family that I don't know, who have a Sister,that is gravely ill with Kidney Disease. I was not aware of this person until about 15 minutes ago and her Sister has resorted to walking around town putting up posters to find a Kidney donor for her. This is terribly sad, they lost their Father to the same disease and I know what it is like to feel helpless and watching your Loved ones slip away while you can do nothing but watch.
Please read this article, please think about being a donor. I know that both Beryl and Edith would be eternally grateful.
http://globalnews.ca/news/1223496/ladner-woman-resorts-to-putting-up-posters-to-find-kidney-donor-for-her-sister/
http://globalnews.ca/news/1223496/ladner-woman-resorts-to-putting-up-posters-to-find-kidney-donor-for-her-sister/
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Easy To Make Caramel Sauce
About 3 weeks ago, I hit a craving for something sweet and since I am mandated to eat at least 2 apples a day, I went shopping at the store to find some caramel sauce in a plastic container, the price $4.00 for about 1.5 cups! Everyone knows that I don't like processed food and after scanning the ingredients I was reminded of a childhood memory of making toffee at home with my Mom. I had so forgotten this time, and I was probably about 7 years old when we would just go in the kitchen and make it. And after a few times, I made it on my own even at such a young age. However I hadn't done that in years.
I did do a quick search on the net but found that people seemed to have problem with it not turning "amber" colored or too thin, either way, here's mine. Please note that I did put a little lemon juice in mine right at the start, don't use concentrate though. No thermometer? No problem. You should be able to stand and watch over it.
Here's the start:
1 Cup of Sugar
1Tablespoon of Fresh Lemon Juice
1/4 Cup of Water.
And get ready:
2 Tablespoons of Butter (You can substitute Coconut Oil)
3/4 Cup of Whipping Cream or Heavy Cream.
Get a heavy saucepan, I used the bottom part of a pressure cooker, but anything will do, just remember if your pot is not heavy your going to really have to watch the temperature.
Pour in your Sugar, add the Water and the Lemon Juice. You want the Sugar to be saturated with the Water, you may stir slightly to mix it together, but don't stir it up onto the sides.
You need to turn up the temperate to Medium-High and have a Wooden Spoon handy along with, if you have one, a Pastry Brush. Get the Pastry Brush wet to wipe the sides if you happen to get some crystallization on the sides if you accidentally stir the sauce while it is cooking. The big key here is Do Not Stir, you may initially sweep it together to get the sugar soaked but after it starts cooking, patience is a virtue.
The mixture will slowly come to a rolling boil, do not leave it unattended because it is a timing thing, and it is dangerous because it is so hot. When it comes to a full bubble, simply keep your eye on it, you may from time to time push the wooden spoon through it but again, no stirring. I didn't time it other than to say that it took about 8 minutes to get to this point of boiling.
Take a look at this video:
I did turn it down a little to medium heat at this point, I watched to make sure it was still bubbling.
Remember that you need to really watch it, as I found that every recipe I looked at said it was under 10 minutes from start to finish, this was not the case when I made it. You should notice that at first the bubbles are small and rapid forming. As it cooks it, the forming slows down and you will see it start to form froth on the top, like these pics:
You should see something like this on the left. Notice how small and the amount of bubbles is extensive. A good start.
And here to the right is a picture of it after about 5 minutes. This shows it starting to turn Amber. The bubbling will slow and you'll notice more froth building on the top, remember to just pull a wooden spoon through it if you want, but don't stir.
And finally after about another 4 or 5 minutes, the color has deepened. This is where you have to take it off the stove and add your Butter.
At this point, I removed it from the heat and added the Butter, you can use Coconut Oil if you want, and that may give it an interesting flavour that is lovely too.
I did do a quick search on the net but found that people seemed to have problem with it not turning "amber" colored or too thin, either way, here's mine. Please note that I did put a little lemon juice in mine right at the start, don't use concentrate though. No thermometer? No problem. You should be able to stand and watch over it.
Here's the start:
1 Cup of Sugar
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1/4 Cup of Water.
And get ready:
2 Tablespoons of Butter (You can substitute Coconut Oil)
3/4 Cup of Whipping Cream or Heavy Cream.
Get a heavy saucepan, I used the bottom part of a pressure cooker, but anything will do, just remember if your pot is not heavy your going to really have to watch the temperature.
Pour in your Sugar, add the Water and the Lemon Juice. You want the Sugar to be saturated with the Water, you may stir slightly to mix it together, but don't stir it up onto the sides.
You need to turn up the temperate to Medium-High and have a Wooden Spoon handy along with, if you have one, a Pastry Brush. Get the Pastry Brush wet to wipe the sides if you happen to get some crystallization on the sides if you accidentally stir the sauce while it is cooking. The big key here is Do Not Stir, you may initially sweep it together to get the sugar soaked but after it starts cooking, patience is a virtue.
The mixture will slowly come to a rolling boil, do not leave it unattended because it is a timing thing, and it is dangerous because it is so hot. When it comes to a full bubble, simply keep your eye on it, you may from time to time push the wooden spoon through it but again, no stirring. I didn't time it other than to say that it took about 8 minutes to get to this point of boiling.
Take a look at this video:
I did turn it down a little to medium heat at this point, I watched to make sure it was still bubbling.
Remember that you need to really watch it, as I found that every recipe I looked at said it was under 10 minutes from start to finish, this was not the case when I made it. You should notice that at first the bubbles are small and rapid forming. As it cooks it, the forming slows down and you will see it start to form froth on the top, like these pics:
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And finally after about another 4 or 5 minutes, the color has deepened. This is where you have to take it off the stove and add your Butter.
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| Dark Amber Slow Rolling Froth |
At this point, I removed it from the heat and added the Butter, you can use Coconut Oil if you want, and that may give it an interesting flavour that is lovely too.
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Sour Faced Over the Price Of Lemons!
One of the cheapest ways to give your body a little cleanse and a boost is to have a little Lemon in your water, not so much any more, and not because there is a Lemon shortage, it is because of the price. We all notice when the cost of Gas and Food does start to creep up and yes, there is gauging and price fixing that occurs and the public is well aware of it. But I seriously wondered what would drive up the cost of a Lemon close to 100% in less than one week! I took a look around local stores such as Walmart; Save-On Foods; Safeway; Buy-Low and Kin's Market and they are all the same. Maybe it's something to do with the price of Fuel that has increased however even that has seemed to plateau for now, maybe it has something to do with the fact we have a Truck Driver strike at the Vancouver Docks right now. Who knows. Ever try asking anyone at the store if they know why? They won't be able to tell you from what I found.
For people on fixed income this is a nightmare as they have always struggled with trying to have enough money to actually buy Food and whether it is fair or unfair, with no explanation that I could find that made sense, it would appear that they increase the prices based on other factors. Manufacturer's of all kinds of products love to create false shortages in order to drive the price up and Grocer's are no different.
I am truly a little sour-faced over this but feel helpless. I did stop buying Lemons since they are now out of my budget and that's okay too, I just wonder about the other Food that I consume because it also appears that there is no end in sight to the rising cost on a quick basis.
I am one of those that is seriously trying to eat healthy, I try to buy as much locally but even those prices, like Apples from the Okanagan, is getting to the price where I cannot justify to part with my money. I wish I had some way to grow my own food but where I live, there is no place to even do that. The most I can do is gather blackberries at the sides of the highways when they are in season and worry that even those will be fenced off soon enough and cut down.
There used to be simple items such as rice or bread as a staple in their cupboards but even these items are now out of reach for those in my situation. Interesting to live in a country that is not third world by any means yet a majority of people can not afford to eat healthy.
Just my thoughts today. If you feel the same way, make a comment.
For people on fixed income this is a nightmare as they have always struggled with trying to have enough money to actually buy Food and whether it is fair or unfair, with no explanation that I could find that made sense, it would appear that they increase the prices based on other factors. Manufacturer's of all kinds of products love to create false shortages in order to drive the price up and Grocer's are no different.
I am truly a little sour-faced over this but feel helpless. I did stop buying Lemons since they are now out of my budget and that's okay too, I just wonder about the other Food that I consume because it also appears that there is no end in sight to the rising cost on a quick basis.
I am one of those that is seriously trying to eat healthy, I try to buy as much locally but even those prices, like Apples from the Okanagan, is getting to the price where I cannot justify to part with my money. I wish I had some way to grow my own food but where I live, there is no place to even do that. The most I can do is gather blackberries at the sides of the highways when they are in season and worry that even those will be fenced off soon enough and cut down.
There used to be simple items such as rice or bread as a staple in their cupboards but even these items are now out of reach for those in my situation. Interesting to live in a country that is not third world by any means yet a majority of people can not afford to eat healthy.
Just my thoughts today. If you feel the same way, make a comment.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Roses and a Really Great Sandwich
Wishing everyone some Love today, yes it is Valentine's Day or as I like to call it...FRIDAY! And on Friday's I try to treat myself to something special like a coffee or a little something sweet. If I don't do this, then who will? That's right. Just me. So I ventured out into the new digs in the Mount Pleasant area in Vancouver. Mount Pleasant has had some challenges and still does, either way, those challenges add color and who doesn't like that?Though today is "please hand me over your wallet while I rob you blind for some Flowers that won't even last a day" I prefer to think of today as a chance for me to be nice to myself. And what better way than to find a new little gem of a restaurant called "RoseMary Rock Salt" on Main Street in Vancouver, BC. A little tiny paper sign on the window announcing to the world "We're Open". And I'll say they are! Upon entering I honed in on the fire oven and I could see fresh bagels just baking away, the smell was comforting and although I said I would stop eating bread, today I failed miserably. I blame the large menu that's perched above the open kitchen area like a billboard of yumminess.
And that's when I saw it.....Lox and Capers with Cream Cheese...or what was that on the left?. Montreal Smoked Meat Sandwich! You had me at Montreal. You see, you can't appreciate the delicate and unique flavour that Montreal Smoked Meat is famous for, but once you've had the real thing, you search endlessly in the hopes that you'll find something remotely close to this goodie and believe me, this place I went today, made it all the worth the wait. I haven't had one in over 10 years. I think I even had a tear in my eye when I ordered it.
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| The Billboard of Yumminess |
I have to say that I found the staff here extremely attentive which happens with most new openings but I will keep my fingers crossed that they stay that way. And that Sandwich! It was delectable, made with a Fresh Baked Bagel, with a light sweep of Dijon Mustard and of course ...The Pickle. I don't really like Pickles all that much, but this one was very crunchy, and had just enough tart and sour to give it some zing but it wasn't overwhelming and so the Pickle met its demise. The taste was heavenly with the smoked meat delicately seasoned as it should be, and certainly, you won't find anything as tender as this is as far as texture goes.
I couldn't be in Montreal today but I sure remember the last time I was there, how fabulous a time I had and I even met someone who did not speak any English and I don't speak French, but we got along famously. And honestly, once you have one of the sandwiches directly in Montreal, you'll understand that it was more of an experience rather than just a piece of food on your plate.
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| Chocolate&Walnut, Apricot, Strawberry and Chocolate Raspberry Rugelach |
If you're in the area, give this place a try, pricing is $$$ but definitely worth it for a treat!. The Staff were engaging, smiling and looks like they have a great team here. RoseMary Rock Salt is located at : 2515 Main Street, Vancouver, B.C. Canada and has several other locations, please visit their website at http://www.rosemaryrocksalt.com/
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Latest Phishing Scams: Pay Pal and CIBC
Heads' Up Gorgeous!
A quick post to warn you of what I received today as far as phishing scams along with the other usual drivel.
Today's was from PayPal. They said they have put a "hold" on my account. Too funny....I don't use it. And you think they would learn how to spell, the message has typo's in it. So, just be warned it's definitely a Phishing Scam.
And......
For those who bank with the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, or CIBC, I also received an invite from their security department who says, for safety reasons, they MUST have me confirm my details, and I need to include my account numbers, my date of birth, my full name and address, mother's maiden name etc.
Please share this post with your Friends, it gets ridiculous that we have to have a constant barrage of scammers who have nothing better to do but try to victimize people. So don't be one!
A quick post to warn you of what I received today as far as phishing scams along with the other usual drivel.
Today's was from PayPal. They said they have put a "hold" on my account. Too funny....I don't use it. And you think they would learn how to spell, the message has typo's in it. So, just be warned it's definitely a Phishing Scam.
And......
For those who bank with the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, or CIBC, I also received an invite from their security department who says, for safety reasons, they MUST have me confirm my details, and I need to include my account numbers, my date of birth, my full name and address, mother's maiden name etc.
Please share this post with your Friends, it gets ridiculous that we have to have a constant barrage of scammers who have nothing better to do but try to victimize people. So don't be one!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Music That Licks Your Ear Drums
Ever listen to one of those songs that makes you feel rather Oo-La-La? Yes, me too. I found a new one today, so let me share some of my favorites with you. If you like R&B and Sultry music you're going to love this...
Tina Arena's I'm In Chains
I couldn't imagine without a little Chris Isaak's Baby did a Bad, Bad Thing:
And this one....well it's just.......................Yummy......
Paula Cole's Feelin Love
I'll add some more of my Fav's later,
but for now...be loved.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Where are you from? Please comment
There seems to be all these people who are peeking at this blog or hitting on it somehow and I'm so curious to see that some of the hits come from the United Kingdom, Australia, Wales and even South America! How fabulous is that. I wished I knew who you were, or you'd drop a comment to tell me about where you live and share a tidbit of your life or blog or link...
Friday, January 31, 2014
The United Nations Family Email Scammer Alert
Another Scammer is on loose, this time,another new low has been hit, this time using the 'United Nations" as a lead-in on their emails.
Just so you know, I received another great email today saying that I have one billions, or millions or bouillon or gold or I have been selected as one of the less than .000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of people on earth (probably less than that...just more zero's won't fit on the page) to receive a secret stash of money from the following email:
United Nations Family (abs000039@gmail.com)
Who's message is :
Just so you know, I received another great email today saying that I have one billions, or millions or bouillon or gold or I have been selected as one of the less than .000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of people on earth (probably less than that...just more zero's won't fit on the page) to receive a secret stash of money from the following email:
United Nations Family (abs000039@gmail.com)
Who's message is :
Address Linkelly Limited, 4a New College Parade, Finchley Road, London, Phone…+ 447031744557 Fax- + 442071174338 Email ungrant00002@gmail.com WE THE PEOPLES, A STRONGER UN FOR A BETTER WORLD. Attention: Beneficiary! United Nations (UN) Globally approved (65 Million Pounds Sterling’s) To (100) lucky families As Parts of Our Social responsibilities for Poverty Alleviation Supporting Family Grants Allocation and this is actually historic events for lucky families all over the world to educate and restore back education for all. After the Secretary General Ban Ki-moon and the appointed Delegates visited Haiti and Asia, Middle East and rest of the world. If you received this e-mail, note that your Family Grants Award of (Ј1, 000, 000.GBP) Pounds (one Million British pounds sterling) Fill the claims form below and submit your contact details to our Social Worker for further information’s Contact: (Mr. Kenny Ford) by email
(ungrant00002@gmail.com) for your families grant payment. Family Grants No: UN/GRANT/PAG/0122014 Full Name ….. Next of kin Full Name … Address ….. Phone Number …. Occupation Country of Origin Age….. Yours Sincerely, Mr. Kenny Ford (Family Grants Processing Agent.) Europe and Haiti, Africa countries, Rest of the World. Michael & Susan Dell Foundation (Grant Officer: Ban Ki-moon (Secretary General)
And the best part of this scammers message is below, read this:
Note: For security reasons, you are advised to keep your family Grants information confidential till your claims is processed and your money remitted to you in whatever manner you deem fit to claim your prize. This is part of our precautionary measure to avoid double claiming
I guess because I won't keep it secret then I forfeit my prize!
Monday, January 27, 2014
The Round Brush From Hell!
Are you in serious need of a cardio workout but are just to lazy to go to the gym?
Do you wish you could be motivated to raise that heart-rate above your near Zombie-like pace?
Oh boy-oh boy, do I have the answer for YOU!
Simply purchase a round hair brush.....like this one...
(uhm....i have to go get it out of the garbagio....will upload a pic later)
And then proceed to use the brush like you think you should. It's round, so go ahead and twirl that sucker round and round till you get a nice sheath of your lovely hair wrapped in there and voila' you will simply unwind it and you will have an amazing wave right?
Oh God! no. The brush is stuck, upon rolling it back out to release the hair now feels like I have just been subject to a torture routine as one-hair-at-a-time is being ripped right out of my scalp. Immediately, I can feel my hands get clammy and moistness comes to my upper lip. I've already started to sweat! So there I sit for almost an hour trying frantically pulling small pieces through and cringing as they are still wound up inside the evilness that this brush is, and then in between inaudible small weeping sounds, and hoping beyond all this natural, I discover that those scissors in my side drawer are now looking like the only way that I will be able to get out of this predicament. I'm desperate now, "cut me Doc, cut me" and I feel like I will save my own life if I can just get through this delicate procedure. Had I known the next little secret, it would have saved a few things like; my hair.
Do you think I could think straight enough to get to the laptop and plug in H.E.L.P. for Hair? No.
Do you think I could have grabbed my cell and logged onto google that way?. No.
Because when you're half-way in between getting ready for an event, and you decide to put yourself into pain this way, you panic.
Here's what I did find AFTER cutting the chunk of hair away and then using half a can of hairspray to hide my new "do". All you need is a knitting needle. That's it. That's all it takes to pull the hairs back through, remember if you never had your hair pulled through a cap for streaking back in the day (sorry, but I don't even know if they still do that), that same type of item would work too.
Now, don't I wish that I knew that when it was happening to me and secondly, don't I wish I had either one of those things in my house at the time, you bet.
I guess I should take up knitting. At least it's safer than styling my own hair.
©MoneyPenny's Place 2009-2014
Do you wish you could be motivated to raise that heart-rate above your near Zombie-like pace?
Oh boy-oh boy, do I have the answer for YOU!
Simply purchase a round hair brush.....like this one...
(uhm....i have to go get it out of the garbagio....will upload a pic later)
And then proceed to use the brush like you think you should. It's round, so go ahead and twirl that sucker round and round till you get a nice sheath of your lovely hair wrapped in there and voila' you will simply unwind it and you will have an amazing wave right?
Oh God! no. The brush is stuck, upon rolling it back out to release the hair now feels like I have just been subject to a torture routine as one-hair-at-a-time is being ripped right out of my scalp. Immediately, I can feel my hands get clammy and moistness comes to my upper lip. I've already started to sweat! So there I sit for almost an hour trying frantically pulling small pieces through and cringing as they are still wound up inside the evilness that this brush is, and then in between inaudible small weeping sounds, and hoping beyond all this natural, I discover that those scissors in my side drawer are now looking like the only way that I will be able to get out of this predicament. I'm desperate now, "cut me Doc, cut me" and I feel like I will save my own life if I can just get through this delicate procedure. Had I known the next little secret, it would have saved a few things like; my hair.
Do you think I could think straight enough to get to the laptop and plug in H.E.L.P. for Hair? No.
Do you think I could have grabbed my cell and logged onto google that way?. No.
Because when you're half-way in between getting ready for an event, and you decide to put yourself into pain this way, you panic.
Here's what I did find AFTER cutting the chunk of hair away and then using half a can of hairspray to hide my new "do". All you need is a knitting needle. That's it. That's all it takes to pull the hairs back through, remember if you never had your hair pulled through a cap for streaking back in the day (sorry, but I don't even know if they still do that), that same type of item would work too.
Now, don't I wish that I knew that when it was happening to me and secondly, don't I wish I had either one of those things in my house at the time, you bet.
I guess I should take up knitting. At least it's safer than styling my own hair.
©MoneyPenny's Place 2009-2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Open Office Space and the Torment of Hyper Sound Sensitivy
Do you suffer from over sensitive hearing? What most people find not even noticeable, I find unbearable. And the word "suffer" is an under-statement. I have to psych myself up to go into my workplace. Most recently, we moved to a place that of course is cubicles, and very very open concept. The level of noise is surmountable, with more than 80 people in it and we spent the majority talking on the phone. Not only can I hear everything my immediate 8 coworkers are staying, I can hear people five rows back, clear as day. And what's worse? I am sitting across from one person who's keyboard makes the loudest clicking noise all day long, but another one who sits diagonal from me, who does data entry, I listen to clicking and tapping for 8 hours a day.
I feel like I'm going to lose it one of these days.
I wear ear phones the entire time and that doesn't even stop the noise, I tried to play white or pink noise but was told by one of my coworkers that it bothers her and I have to turn it off, even at the lowest setting. I discussed it with immediate supervisor, trying to get another seat, but they said I have to get used to it, all offices have noise. I've worked in offices for over 20 years, this one takes the cake.
I wished that someone would understand that I'm not crazy, no I don't have a mental illness and it's actually causing me such distress that I worry the night before in how can I cope with it or bear it for another day. I also have Tinnitus and I have tried everything. I hear high-pitched screeching noise all day long to go along with the ticking and the conversations.
I'm posting this in hopes that someone out there can help me. I'm desperate! No amount of hearing tests will detect this, so how do I prove to my employers that it is real?
I've always been sensitive to noise, but this is overtaking my work life and I hate it.
The cubicle's are 4 feet in height with a 1 foot glass window all the way around 3 of the walls. Like I said, I need help!!!
I feel like I'm going to lose it one of these days.
I wear ear phones the entire time and that doesn't even stop the noise, I tried to play white or pink noise but was told by one of my coworkers that it bothers her and I have to turn it off, even at the lowest setting. I discussed it with immediate supervisor, trying to get another seat, but they said I have to get used to it, all offices have noise. I've worked in offices for over 20 years, this one takes the cake.
I wished that someone would understand that I'm not crazy, no I don't have a mental illness and it's actually causing me such distress that I worry the night before in how can I cope with it or bear it for another day. I also have Tinnitus and I have tried everything. I hear high-pitched screeching noise all day long to go along with the ticking and the conversations.
I'm posting this in hopes that someone out there can help me. I'm desperate! No amount of hearing tests will detect this, so how do I prove to my employers that it is real?
I've always been sensitive to noise, but this is overtaking my work life and I hate it.
The cubicle's are 4 feet in height with a 1 foot glass window all the way around 3 of the walls. Like I said, I need help!!!
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
OM CHANTING MEDITATION: Try It!
I tried meditation in the 1970's in Vancouver, BC when it wasn't "fashionable", this also went along with me using Tom's Toothpaste and horrid tasting foods like Carob. Seriously, health food really was hard to digest. I have a special place in my heart for Aloe Vera Juice which I halfheartedly gagged down on a regular basis, come to think of it, it reminds me of kids that eat their own snot. Not sure what the flavor would be like but Aloe Juice has a very gunky, mucous texture, slimy and nasty aftertaste. Anyone who liked it probably also like Cilantro, and anyone who likes Cilantro can't be sane, can they?
And on that note, I've gotten off track again, what I meant to say was...I tried meditation in the 70's but didn't find it fascinating. I didn't like Yoga but still tried to watch Kareen's Yoga on the local TV station every weekend. I loved Kareen, her voice was so calming, and I suppose that I didn't understand that it would have been beneficial to actually dedicate my lazy butt and I probably could have averted many anxiety attacks earlier on in life. Ahhhhh...hindsight..how I hate you.
And now at my ripe old age of 50, I have a wicked case of tinnitus, I hear that high-pitched screech all day long, it can be exhausting. And it makes you desperate for relief, so I was searching White Noise and Pink Noise and behold! I accidentally clicked onto a link for OM Chanting.
Now I know what you're going to say..once you've "oohmmmmmmed" then you been there and done that. I care to differ. I tried it for fun, just to follow along. I tried different tempo's, starting my chant in the middle of theirs or at the end, interesting sound. But I think my favorite part was, it kind of tickles my throat and I forgot that little things that feel funny can actually be funny good and funny haha rather than funny odd.
Nice to know I still have a kid inside me somewhere. And for Kareen Zebroff, much Love and Respect to you, you are one heck of a beautiful soul.
And on that note, I've gotten off track again, what I meant to say was...I tried meditation in the 70's but didn't find it fascinating. I didn't like Yoga but still tried to watch Kareen's Yoga on the local TV station every weekend. I loved Kareen, her voice was so calming, and I suppose that I didn't understand that it would have been beneficial to actually dedicate my lazy butt and I probably could have averted many anxiety attacks earlier on in life. Ahhhhh...hindsight..how I hate you.
And now at my ripe old age of 50, I have a wicked case of tinnitus, I hear that high-pitched screech all day long, it can be exhausting. And it makes you desperate for relief, so I was searching White Noise and Pink Noise and behold! I accidentally clicked onto a link for OM Chanting.
Now I know what you're going to say..once you've "oohmmmmmmed" then you been there and done that. I care to differ. I tried it for fun, just to follow along. I tried different tempo's, starting my chant in the middle of theirs or at the end, interesting sound. But I think my favorite part was, it kind of tickles my throat and I forgot that little things that feel funny can actually be funny good and funny haha rather than funny odd.
Nice to know I still have a kid inside me somewhere. And for Kareen Zebroff, much Love and Respect to you, you are one heck of a beautiful soul.
You Are One Serious Tomato Darling
I've had a rough week, a rough year and so on and so forth, but once again I have amassed the knowledge that I thought was so damn relevant to all of us, and I wanted to share that with you.
Just in case you forgot, I wanted to remind you....
After all, is was just Monday you know. And now that it's Tuesday, Well you, Let's just say that you are Rockin' the Do' today, and you should be told:
Just in case you forgot, I wanted to remind you....
After all, is was just Monday you know. And now that it's Tuesday, Well you, Let's just say that you are Rockin' the Do' today, and you should be told:
You are an absolutely Gorgeous Soul, Inside, Outside and hell, even sideways and upside-down too.
Love to You My Darlings.
Muah
If I can try, so can you. Leave a Comment And Keep It Going!
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Goodbye Facebook: Why I Quit
Good bye Facebook! I'm happy to say our relationship is over. The honeymoon period has waned over several years and I found facebook just to be another place to try to avoid. I don't even want to know about your other interests and what you did or where you went, just as much as you don't want to know mine.
Let's face it (no pun intended), my life is not all that interesting. Neither is yours. Facebook was another way to either make you feel important and even more so, terribly unimportant. For some, it was the soapbox and I learned that everything I was eating..no wait, everything ..and I mean EVERYTHING I was eating, whatever I was doing, where I went shopping, what I did or if I chose not to do was killing the earth or something on it, or in it or outside of it, hell, I was probably killing aliens too.
I just ran out of things to say, didn't have any cute pictures of cats or dogs or babies to post. In fact, I hated to be in charge of censorship on my own wall and finally had decided to stop people from posting on my wall altogether, which reminds me of a little story about a lady name Liane, who's a teacher in British Columbia, Liane will tell you how great of a teacher she is, working with your kids, those cute little minds, but heaven forbid, she openly refers to me as a "retard" (as she liked to post on my wall) and I wonder what kind of teacher she actually truly is. Probably not the kind that I would want my child to learn anything from. Liane also has an "imaginary friend" whom she liked to blame for posting insulting or smarmy comments.
So, you can see. I'll totally miss that.
I think Facebook infancy was truly where is shone the brightest. Now it's just old, I found myself spending more time trying to ensure my privacy wasn't being violated, was someone stealing my photo's? And even worse, I was shunned because I didn't join in those games like Bejeweled, Mafia Wars, Hidden Treasure or Farmsville.
I guess I found out that I am just as unpopular as I am in the real world. My fear is that one day I would sign into Facebook and someone would be posting how great of a day they had because they had a BM. (If you have to ask what that is, well, obviously you may not be old enough) In other words, there are some things I just don't want to know about and not having Facebook as part of my day-to-day hasn't harmed it.
In fact, some people have actually called me on the phone today. How weird.
Let's face it (no pun intended), my life is not all that interesting. Neither is yours. Facebook was another way to either make you feel important and even more so, terribly unimportant. For some, it was the soapbox and I learned that everything I was eating..no wait, everything ..and I mean EVERYTHING I was eating, whatever I was doing, where I went shopping, what I did or if I chose not to do was killing the earth or something on it, or in it or outside of it, hell, I was probably killing aliens too.
I just ran out of things to say, didn't have any cute pictures of cats or dogs or babies to post. In fact, I hated to be in charge of censorship on my own wall and finally had decided to stop people from posting on my wall altogether, which reminds me of a little story about a lady name Liane, who's a teacher in British Columbia, Liane will tell you how great of a teacher she is, working with your kids, those cute little minds, but heaven forbid, she openly refers to me as a "retard" (as she liked to post on my wall) and I wonder what kind of teacher she actually truly is. Probably not the kind that I would want my child to learn anything from. Liane also has an "imaginary friend" whom she liked to blame for posting insulting or smarmy comments.
So, you can see. I'll totally miss that.
I think Facebook infancy was truly where is shone the brightest. Now it's just old, I found myself spending more time trying to ensure my privacy wasn't being violated, was someone stealing my photo's? And even worse, I was shunned because I didn't join in those games like Bejeweled, Mafia Wars, Hidden Treasure or Farmsville.
I guess I found out that I am just as unpopular as I am in the real world. My fear is that one day I would sign into Facebook and someone would be posting how great of a day they had because they had a BM. (If you have to ask what that is, well, obviously you may not be old enough) In other words, there are some things I just don't want to know about and not having Facebook as part of my day-to-day hasn't harmed it.
In fact, some people have actually called me on the phone today. How weird.
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