Time Travel and Helpful Hints

Wow!  Sometimes when I look back at my blog I feel like a time traveller.  I was there and now I'm here and everything in the middle is just a blur.  Although it seems like I've only blinked once and here we are almost seven months later, there was indeed a lot packed in between.  Some good, some not so good, but you take your lumps and move on, right?  Right!

I'll try to pull out some of the good things and make a little "summer summary" but in the meantime, I leave you with this:

Miss Marnie's Helpful Holiday Hints:

If the lady working at the postal counter looks hateful, DO NOT LEAVE YOUR MAIL WITH HER!  I guarantee you she will eff it up.  The appearance of a hateful attitude is a visual warning to the rest of us that we should run screaming in the opposite direction, or at least take our packages and go to the next nearest available postal outlet.  Trust me, the inconvenience of driving another 20 minutes would have been so worth it.  My radar went off but I ignored it, shame on me.

I paid a small fortune to be able to track my parcel and have it delivered in 3-4 business days.  This is the status I've been getting for the past two and a half days:

I'm so glad they accepted it.  I feel good knowing that.

Customer Service is working on having it found and delivered quickly.  I hope they're successful although I'm guessing that it isn't even sitting at the postal unit and is travelling with the regular mail rather than the Xpresspost.  We shall see.

Universe, I am so thankful for all the wonderful things in my life and try not to focus on what is not but do I really need to be challenged EVERY SNOTSUCKING DAY?!?  Really?!  Do I really still have that many life lessons left to learn because perhaps I am mistaken, but I must be a scholar by now.  ;)

Uhmmm... what?!

I saw a sign today.  It read, "Expect the Unexpected".  I ask you, if you expect the unexpected then by definition the unexpected becomes expected and therefore doesn't the statement become null and void?

Just a thought.

The eleventh thing...

Quite a while ago I posted the top ten things you need to know about me turns out, there are actually eleven things you should know because the eleventh thing is VERY important.

11.  Beautiful music can move me to tears sometimes.  Not sobbing-cannot-catch-my-breath kind of tears, but dewy drops gathering at the surface kind of tears.  It makes me so happy that my body just cannot contain all the emotion, I guess. 

Watch this video and tell me it doesn't move you in some way or another.  We are beautiful, marvelous creatures, aren't we?

THEN... visit this site http://peterboroughneedspcvs.com/ and read about their fight to keep their school open.  Donate if you can, if you can't then spread the word.  Email everyone on the list in the "Become Involved" section.  Goodness knows I have a lot to say to Premier McGuinty but since most of it won't be very polite (and mama didn't raise a rude girl) an email in support of PCVS might be a good opener.

Can you imagine a world without beautiful things... without beautiful sounds?  I cannot and will not.

Where does the time go?

Zoom!  That is the sound of time whizzing by me.  Wow.


Being an only child, I often was privy to adult conversations since there was nothing else to do with me.  One thing that was often said was that time flew by so much faster as you got older.  I used to think that was silly, until I started to get older.


Now, I see it.  I get it.  Time is flying by and there is nothing I can do to stop it.


BUT... although time is flying by, I'm slowly wearing out, and not accomplishing everything I had hoped to, I have managed to learn to knit.  Yes, knit!  I know!  Who knew I could do that?!  


I made this:

It's a fairy castle and inside, hidden away safe and sound are my tapestry needles.

That's all for now.  More to come.  I hope you're well... whoever and wherever you are.

Blowing the Dust Off

Isn't it bizarre how we tend to bend our lives around things that may be important, but aren't a priority?

Jobs are important.
Family is a priority.

Attendance at meetings is important.
Getting our work completed is a priority.

Eating is important.
Nourishing our bodies properly is a priority.

I could go on and on but I think this small little taste is enough for you to figure out where I'm going with this.

Yes, I am fully aware that life is a balancing act but isn't it so sad that the scale more often than not tips in favour of the important things rather than the priorities? Isn't it sad that most of us agree on what should be a priority but we still feel an overwhelming need to put them behind the important items? Isn't it sad that we're quite often pressured into reversing the ranks on such things? I think so.

I have examples that I could share, but there's really no point of reliving it. Afterall, that would just be tipping the scales again. Instead, I'm going to make an effort to be more attentive to the priorities. Afterall, this is a one way trip and regrets are a terrible thing. We so easily get caught up in trying to do it all and be it all that we neglect the very thing that we do "it all" for.

I can compare it to men who buy fancy cars and let them sit in their garages collecting dust. Keeping a car in good shape is important but using it for that which it was intended is a priority. I say blow the dust off and drive that SoB!

Remember the important things but don't let them overshadow the priorities. Here's to blowing the dust off and enjoying our big shiny lives!

The Benefits of Blogging

When I was a girl, I wanted so badly to keep a diary. I'd try but then I wouldn't like my handwriting so I'd rip the page out and would be too frustrated to rewrite it all. The next day I would open the book to write another passage and would be frustrated by the fact that there was a page ripped out and needed a new book before I could write again.

I'd buy a new book and write a few entries but then I'd find another book that I liked more. I couldn't possibly justify keeping just a few entries in one book and starting a new one but rewriting all of it wasn't an appealing task. What if my handwriting was bad again? Then I'd consider waiting a month or two because that would be a long enough lapse to make sense of starting a new book and discarding the old one. What to do? What to do?

THIS was the easy stuff. Let's not get into the fact that I'd reread what I wrote and feel silly about it or decide that I didn't feel the same way about a situation that I did when I wrote it or I made spelling or grammatical errors and so I certainly didn't want to keep evidence of it. Seriously. Things like that keep a girl like me up at night!

Although I hate to admit defeat with something like this, I gave up.

Then I found blogging.

Although some of the same issues still apply (has anyone read my weight-loss blog? Stop... start... stop... start... lather, rinse, repeat), I no longer have to get hung up about messy writing or ripped out pages. I can write, read, edit, reread, add pictures and even change the backgrounds to match the seasons. What bliss for an obsessive girl with a hint of attention deficit!

What I'm enjoying most however, is what I'm learning about myself (and I repeat, has anyone read my weight-loss blog?). I'm a starter, not a finisher. I'm a planner, not an executor. I really need to work on that.

And this time, I mean it!

Kick me while I'm down...

It's one of those days where I really cannot string together enough coherent sentences to form a paragraph and so I've decided that this post shall be a series of "one liners".

I have a frozen shoulder.

It makes me cry sometimes.

I have a cold.

My nose and eyes are weepy.

I have a fever.

I don't sleep well anymore.

That makes me sad because sleep and I once had a torrid love affair.

I have the biggest blind zit under my right nostril.

It hurts BADLY!

I seriously think I'm going to have to register it for a birth certificate.

Somebody, anybody, help me please!