My husband left for work this morning with a tape measure hooked onto his belt. He doesn't usually wear these things on weekdays (or maybe he does and I have never noticed being busy trying to get to work on time), just on weekends. I immediately thought:
Why do men grow up & get a chance at their dream job, the job they pretended to do when they were little kids (fireman, sniper, police officer, professional athlete, etc...) but women don't? We don't get to grow up and be princesses or queens or actresses (not too many, anyway). Or Snow White. I once saw a TLC wedding story & the chick was Snow White at Disney.
How fun would that be!
So my lingering question is this:
Why do some people get to grow up & be the personas that they spend their youth idolizing and pretending-fighter pilots, firemen and women, police officers and the rest of us dreamers get to grow up and NOT be Snow White, Cinderella, any random princess or queen....?
Monday, March 2, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Tears
They come quickly usually but, rarely and more frequently, not at all
Coming into contact with stories of love, loss, joy, despair, sacrifice and hope
Touching my heart now almost as much as they did originally.
Coming into contact with stories of love, loss, joy, despair, sacrifice and hope
Touching my heart now almost as much as they did originally.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Obsession with...Colosseo in Roma
Lately, I have been noticing that certain images, places, etc...really, really strike a nerve with me. I guess things, people and places have always done that but now I want to know why.
Was it a past lives association? Something in the colour, texture, other that catches a deep distant memory temporarily locked away in my cerebral cortex?
Here is a drawing of the Coliseum in Rome (built 72-80 A.D.) that grabs me...I like attempts at what it may have looked like more then what it now looks like and I'm not sure why, though there are some beauts of pics on flickr with some gorgeous Roman azul sky.
I like the fact that it may have been used for mock naval battles as well. And had pretty awnings to shade the more affluent side/curve/end of the building.
Medieval depiction of Rome (artist unknown)
The Christian Martyrs' Last Prayer, by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1883)
Pollice Verso ("Thumbs Down") by Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1872
Thomas Cole, 1832
I like that there were 2 grand doors at either end and the gladiators would exit either the Gate of Life (back to gladiator school) or the Gate of Death, which in most cases, would be their freedom finally.
I will leave you with your thoughts and this great pano site:
Friday, July 4, 2014
#worldcupv.wimbledon
How on earth are we (the united international sport of all trade fans) supposed to decide on what to watch??
Especially us Canadians. I guess we go wimbledy since we have 2 canucks in the finals/semis
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Especially us Canadians. I guess we go wimbledy since we have 2 canucks in the finals/semis
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Canada Day Festivities Inside the House, Inside My Head
Its 2 o'clock and so far I've decorated for our family party, heated pan au chocolat, baked and iced 24 devils food cupcakes, not showered, catnapped and watched the bday movie: The Lego Movie.
Time to take tea and hop in the shower or time to blog? Mmmm...
So my baby is 5 today and will start kindy in 2 months!! The big baby (literally) will start Grade 4 then. It's weird to never have a baby again and never change diapers again. (Now that I actually know what I'm doing!!) Physically, I was great (kinda) at pregnancy. Mentally and chemically, not so much. Exhausted with the second but still good, happy, back ailments disappeared again and only gained 25 pounds again.
It's such a weird time in one's life. Everything changes so quickly and keeps on changing so quickly!! They're born, they get older. We get older.
I wonder if this (pregnancy/delivery) is when everything changes or is it when you tie the knot? Is it better if you don't tie the knot and live in sin? The later has always appealed much more to me. No, I disagree with myself. It's hard. First world hard. To do it all right now. It's bloody hard no matter who you are. You just have to forget about it (Donnie Brasco & Johnny Depp).
It must change at the drop of the first kiss. The first screw? The first date. The first 'I love u'. I don't know anymore but I do want to know if it's a primal male female thing. Is it that we automatically revert into cooker and handyperson? hunter-gatherer? When does this change take place and does it take place for everyone?
I know plenty of gents who cook and are excellent chefs but this seems to make their female signif. others even more challenged to also cook a great meal. I know a few chicks whose husbands do the majority of the cooking and in most other ways, all else is the new (this century or so) 'normal'. That is to say, he does the fixing up and she does the cleaning up.
I constantly think about when the shift took place in history. When did the Amazonian way of female life subside? Why were women considered the 'weaker' sex and when did this happen?
Time to take tea and hop in the shower or time to blog? Mmmm...
So my baby is 5 today and will start kindy in 2 months!! The big baby (literally) will start Grade 4 then. It's weird to never have a baby again and never change diapers again. (Now that I actually know what I'm doing!!) Physically, I was great (kinda) at pregnancy. Mentally and chemically, not so much. Exhausted with the second but still good, happy, back ailments disappeared again and only gained 25 pounds again.
It's such a weird time in one's life. Everything changes so quickly and keeps on changing so quickly!! They're born, they get older. We get older.
I wonder if this (pregnancy/delivery) is when everything changes or is it when you tie the knot? Is it better if you don't tie the knot and live in sin? The later has always appealed much more to me. No, I disagree with myself. It's hard. First world hard. To do it all right now. It's bloody hard no matter who you are. You just have to forget about it (Donnie Brasco & Johnny Depp).
It must change at the drop of the first kiss. The first screw? The first date. The first 'I love u'. I don't know anymore but I do want to know if it's a primal male female thing. Is it that we automatically revert into cooker and handyperson? hunter-gatherer? When does this change take place and does it take place for everyone?
I know plenty of gents who cook and are excellent chefs but this seems to make their female signif. others even more challenged to also cook a great meal. I know a few chicks whose husbands do the majority of the cooking and in most other ways, all else is the new (this century or so) 'normal'. That is to say, he does the fixing up and she does the cleaning up.
I constantly think about when the shift took place in history. When did the Amazonian way of female life subside? Why were women considered the 'weaker' sex and when did this happen?
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
How to be a Good Wife in 2011/12/13/14
It really is hard, isn't it?
We've created this gigantic mess for ourselves, haven't we? By 'mess' I mean that we really r doing it all & too much all. Doing it all, all of the time, non-stop 24/7 can only lead to one thing...crash & burn.
At which point, most of our gallant partners will waltz in & attempt to take over. I still remember when my 9 year old was born and in the hospital neo-natal with me for 9 days, my husband did some laundry-never again! He washed brand new Costco pale yellow flannel sheets with bike chain greased-up rags.
Yeah, that really made my day after being released from the hospital with my first child!
So, I guess I really don't know how to be a 'good' wife in any year. But I do know how to be a good person.
I am now giving myself time outs-I have always tried to do that. It's sound advice. I am now living in a messier house where I do not clean the fridge every few months. I am lucky to do the whole fridge at once maybe annually. Now I clean one row or a bin at a time maybe every other month. Or take a moment when the milk has leaked to clean that & a little more.
I used to organize my night stand every once in awhile pre-kids. Now I push the sliding stack of mags under the bed.
The laundry I stay on top of (if you could see my laundry room you would wonder what I mean by that!! stand on top of maybe!), thanks to a new room & machines which handle way more clothes, towels, etc. than our old duo. The kitchen I am actually better at though large pots & pans tend to sit and wait me out on the counter as always. But I do try to clean one instead of grabbing a clean one before cooking.
I find myself waking early (its currently 4:28 am). It seems that this is the only time that I get to spend with myself (besides a shortened lunch hour at work). This is the time when my body wakes, telling me to get up & just be. So I will listen and respond.
Probably should go back to sleep now. And remember to book a spa appointment in the am.
We've created this gigantic mess for ourselves, haven't we? By 'mess' I mean that we really r doing it all & too much all. Doing it all, all of the time, non-stop 24/7 can only lead to one thing...crash & burn.
At which point, most of our gallant partners will waltz in & attempt to take over. I still remember when my 9 year old was born and in the hospital neo-natal with me for 9 days, my husband did some laundry-never again! He washed brand new Costco pale yellow flannel sheets with bike chain greased-up rags.
Yeah, that really made my day after being released from the hospital with my first child!
So, I guess I really don't know how to be a 'good' wife in any year. But I do know how to be a good person.
I am now giving myself time outs-I have always tried to do that. It's sound advice. I am now living in a messier house where I do not clean the fridge every few months. I am lucky to do the whole fridge at once maybe annually. Now I clean one row or a bin at a time maybe every other month. Or take a moment when the milk has leaked to clean that & a little more.
I used to organize my night stand every once in awhile pre-kids. Now I push the sliding stack of mags under the bed.
The laundry I stay on top of (if you could see my laundry room you would wonder what I mean by that!! stand on top of maybe!), thanks to a new room & machines which handle way more clothes, towels, etc. than our old duo. The kitchen I am actually better at though large pots & pans tend to sit and wait me out on the counter as always. But I do try to clean one instead of grabbing a clean one before cooking.
I find myself waking early (its currently 4:28 am). It seems that this is the only time that I get to spend with myself (besides a shortened lunch hour at work). This is the time when my body wakes, telling me to get up & just be. So I will listen and respond.
Probably should go back to sleep now. And remember to book a spa appointment in the am.
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