Friday, January 30, 2015
Well, the first wedding of the year is tomorrow!
Time to strap on some dancing shoes!
It's always so special to bear witness to these special days. Yes, we've probably attended more weddings than the average person, but each one is unique. How could it not be? Each couple has their own vibe, their own style, their own stamp.
Some are very formal, with every detail planned down to the minute, others are very laid back, with more of a "go with the flow" feel, and so many more come down somewhere in the middle.
Yes, they each have their own feel, their own ideas, their own sense of tradition, or avoidance thereof, but they all have something very much in common, as well.
The palpable love that exudes from the couple, the obvious support of family and friends attending, and the undeniable depth of sincerity in which the vows are given. These things are most definitely present at each one.
Whether you are in a traditional wedding gown or a tutu, a tux or board shorts, when it comes down to the reason we are there, it is the same.
It is such an honour to be a part of these life changing events, even if it is in such a small way.
Sometimes, the couple, the wedding party, the parents, can get so caught up in the details. Decorations, the venue, flowers, who is going to sit where, what will happen when, and who will say what. Granted, organization is important, but in the end, what matters is that, when it's all over, you are married and everyone has had a good time.
When you look back, years later, the size of the centrepieces, simply..won't....matter. The smiles will.
As for the past week.............
Another busy one at the shop....which is awesome......
Put the finishing touches on the music for above mentioned wedding...........
Caught up on a couple of quick grandbaby snuggles...........
Was able to squeeze in a bit of writing...........
Now for the upcoming days............
DJ wedding tomorrow.......
Work at the shop............(month end whoot!)
Get caught up on some writing..........
Snag some grandbaby snuggles..............
I'll leave you this week with a wish for the newly married.................
May you arise every day, striving to make your spouse's life brighter than the day before.
May you always be considerate, and kind, both out in the world and behind closed doors.
May you remember, when the world tries to tear you apart, the love that brought you close.
May you always keep in mind, this is the love of your life, the one your heart chose.
May you realize early that keeping score can lead to nothing but resentment and heartache.
May you understand that everything is a compromise, much more give than take.
May you understand this does not mean you sacrifice who you are to be a husband or a wife.
May you see the opposite is true, with this unconditional love, you'll become the best you having the time of your life!
Until next time............
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Look at that face!
Now, I know that I am a bit biased, but that is a gorgeous face!
After spending a few days avoiding news, I popped back on-line and opened up a few articles.
There were several that either talked about, or were videos of, women being harassed while walking down the street.
This is hardly new. It has been happening forever. Personally, I've never really understood the purpose.
If you are Joe Blow driving down the street, you see a pretty girl walking by, and you yell at her "Hey Baby, jump in, let's party!" ( or some equally stupid remark), what exactly are you expecting to happen?
I would love to know if that has EVER worked! Seriously!
If it has, I'm sorry, Joe, but chances are you're not that special. Annnnnddd I'm guessing it's more likely to end in a business transaction, than a Thanksgiving dinner at Mom's house.
You know, in all of my nearly 49 years on this planet I've yet to meet a female that, after receiving one of these verbal vomit bombs, responds with a "oooooo wasn't he dreamy!"
Sorry again, Joe, but women consider you, and guys like you, desperate, immature idiots who lack the ability to talk to a woman on any real level. Like an over-tired toddler wanting attention.
As women, going about our lives, who have the audacity to walk freely on a sidewalk, we, now suddenly, need to carefully weigh how we do or do not respond, for our very safety relies on it. It's insane!
This is stupid. And can be stopped.
Guys, you don't want to be that guy. That guy is an asshole.
Mothers, teach your sons to be REAL men. Dads, teach your sons to be REAL men. Uncles teach your nephews to be REAL men. Don't foster this behavior and, in turn, teach them to be these pathetic boys with a "look at me" disorder.
Again, look at that face.
By the time that face is old enough to be out in the world on her own, I want her to look back on these news bites and videos and be puzzled. I want her to be blown away by how far society has come. I want her to never be on the receiving end of this ludicrous behavior.
We need to stop the stupid.
Soooo, the past week was, thankfully, another busy one at the shop.
Trailers in, trailers out. Like clockwork............. in a world where clocks stutter a bit, here and there, and run backwards from time to time. Stuff happens, if everything ran smoothly all of the time it would probably get boring.
Soooo.....freezing rain is fun! Crazy roads, but I still like it better than -40!
Oh, and I was able to secure a table for the Ladybug Trade Show in Swift Current,Sk. (May 2)!
I'm excited! I haven't done any in that neck of the woods yet. Looking forward to it!
As for the upcoming week?
Put finishing touches on the wedding we are DJing next weekend......
Work at the shop.......
So that about does it for me this time around..........
A few people that mean a lot to me are going through some rough stuff right now. So, with them in mind, I'll leave you with this wish...............
May you find the strength within yourself to stand up, and ask for what you need.
May you see that letting yourself be vulnerable is not a weakness, but incredible strength, indeed.
May you know the only power you possess is in your choices, and your choices alone.
May you understand you don't control the outcome, you never did, you never will, control, an illusion overblown.
May you follow your heart, let it feel what's real, not what you've romanticized life to be.
May you know on the other side of these choices, is a life to be lived, either way, happily.
Until next time!
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
You know, I don't know a lot of things, but there is one thing that I am fairly convinced that I do.
There aren't many of the worlds' problems that can't be brought to their knees with the use of a few scented candles, a good book, and a glass of good wine.
Now, I did not, nor do I mean to indicate, that this actually solves any of them. No, not at all. These three ingredients, (substitutes for the wine are acceptable, if need be) sometimes, but not always, paired with a tub that may or may not contain bubbles, are simply a grand antidote for stress.
The greatest source of stress? Well, mine anyway, is the news.
I think I might need to take a news vacation for a few days. The world seems to be steeped in violence, these days. It doesn't seem to matter if you are watching correspondents in far off lands or our local guys that live a hop, skip, and a jump away.
Time to take a break. With any luck, they'll figure some of this stuff out while I'm gone. With even more luck, when I turn the news back on, the most violent story will include the roadrunner, wile.e. coyote and a company called acme. With any luck.
This week involved hustling some trailers through the shop, catching up on some grandbaby squeezes, some wedding planning, errand running, some prepping for a wedding we are DJing at the end of the month, and, yes, even a bit of writing.
Flitflee Flanderfoodle is starting to take shape! The yet untitled, contemporary book I'm working on is also coming along pretty well. I must admit, though, that, at times, it's a bit of a challenge to change gears between the two!
This week also brought about some warmer weather! It is sooooo nice to get a break, now and then, from the bitter cold. I hope it hangs around for a while!
As for the upcoming week?
Gratefully, it will be another busy week at the shop.......
I'm hoping to hear back about getting a table at an upcoming trade show................
Get some more prep done for the wedding at the end of the month.....
Get caught up on some household stuff....................
Spend some quality time with some scented candles, a good book, and a good glass of wine..............
ooooo, and squeeze a grandbaby or two... or three.....................
Well, my friends, that about does it for me, this time around.....
Until next time.....................
May you, who draw pleasure from creating fear in your fellow man, please stop.
May you see that it could be that simple, if you choose to let it, just stop.
May you, who choose to strike first, and only then, choose to attempt a conversation, please stop.
May you, who take, whatever, whomever, you decide is yours at the time, no matter the cost, just stop.
May you, who strike, wrapped in your twisted version of the now bloodied pages of religious belief, please stop.
May you, see beyond your hatred, beyond your rage, beyond your demands, just stop.
May you..........please stop.
Until next week..............
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Frosted fireworks against winter's bluest skies.
Yes, it's so cold you don't dare blink too long for fear your eyes will freeze shut. Yes, when the wind becomes part of the dance, if you stand just right, taking actual steps becomes optional, as you will scoot right along without moving a muscle. Yes, spending any amount of time outdoors, right now, means pretty much putting on every piece of clothing you own... all at once. Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but probably not as much of one as you're thinking at this very moment.
Yes it's cold, bloody cold. But.... it is also gorgeous, and it has other perks! When it's this cold, at times, the air seems to crystallize before your eyes, surrounding you with air that actually shimmers as the sun plays with it. When it's this cold, you feel like a survivor....every day. You begin feeling proud of yourself for tasks that, say, during summer, would not be that noteworthy. Like starting the car, for instance. Things like touching a shopping cart that has been sitting outside or walking .......anywhere.
Yep, it's cold. But, thankfully, we are in the home stretch of winter now. At the most, we are looking at 3 more months. Not bad. The days are slowly getting longer, as we now get 8 hours of daylight. Not bad. We had a pretty warm December so really winter kind of just started, so, if you think about it, it will be a much shorter winter than normal!
So, for the time being, we will continue to feel proud of doing simple things, continue to enjoy our diamond encrusted surroundings, and snuggle in front of fireplaces, sipping hot chocolate. We will spend time passing winter wisdom to our youth. This, inevitably followed closely by soothing their tortured tongues as they insist on licking the frost covered metal school bus window/playground equipment/coat zipper, It is a rite of passage for any Prairie kid, after all.
We are back in full swing at the shop. Sending trailers home with happy customers is an awesome way to spend your time!
I took my Friday-Writing Day and put it to pretty good use. I'm in the process of putting "Lexi's Magic Clothes" into ebook form. It will be available on kindle and kindle apps very soon! Once I have Lexi completed, I plan on doing my other books, as well.
It's pretty exciting! Again, learning something new, that I never would have had the opportunity to learn had I not taken the first steps of this crazy adventure.
You never know what you can do until you do it.
The new books are coming along pretty well. Fridays are fairly busy.
As for the upcoming few days..........
We will be busy at the shop...............
Going to sneak some time with my "bride to be" daughter and touch base about wedding plans.....
Sneak some grandbaby snuggles.................
Continue to get ducks in a row for income tax.....whoopi! With the shop, my books, and DJ/Karaoke, it gets a bit involved. But, that's why they invented accountants!
Well folks, that about does it for me, this time around........
Until next time I'll leave you with this wish.....................
May you always have a warm place to stay, a warm hand to hold, a warm heart to hold you dear.
May your cockles stay toasty, along with your fingers and toes, as frostbite is always a fear.
May your mittens stay dry, as well as your socks, for either getting wet is a drag.
May you get all the groceries over that snow bank, without breaking one single bag.
May your darkness surrounded, bathrobe attired, car starting trips at 40 below, go without a slip.
May you make it every time without disaster, without bruises or bumps, without a feet flying trip.
May you find fun, indoor ways to entertain yourself, for sometimes winter drags.
May you count the blessings, it'll be another 3 months, after all, before we have to shave our legs!
Until next week......
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Well, the new year has been wrung in with some days of rest and relaxation. As you can see, I went for a stroll to take a few photos, but, what you can't see is the fact that the stroll became more of a hustle and not nearly as long as I had originally intended.
Although I had four layers on top and ski pants over long-johns on the bottom, it was no match for the -41 wind chill. I also failed to take into consideration that my camera would not at all be a fan of our rather brisk bit of weather.
The walk was short, but sweet. Cold and breathtaking in more ways than one. Yes, for those who have never experienced this kind of cold, it does actually hurt to breathe after a while. That part of Canadian folklore is not a myth. But, I assure you, we do not live in igloos and our main form of transportation is not by dog sled. Although, the latter would be a blast!
Yep, the new year has been welcomed, my beloved snowmen have been imprisoned once again, the house is officially de-Christmasfied, and it's time to go back to our "normal" routine.
I'm not sure, but I'm blaming the fact that I am 48 that I have basically been suffering a junk-food hangover for the last week. The poor old digestive system just can't seem to handle Christmas like it used to. Altogether, probably not entirely a bad thing.
It's been a great few days off. I slept in as much as my pain in the ass inner clock would allow, had leisurely coffees with my hubby, caught up on some reading, spent some time singing and playing around on the piano, had a few very long, unhurried soaks in my wonderful tub, and took care of a few jobs around the house that had been neglected for a while. (eg: cleaning oven and a few equally glamorous things).
I still find it difficult to give myself permission to do nothing. I am getting a bit better at it, and I look forward to opportunities to practice.
As for the next few days.......................
It's time to get back to the shop and back to work.
There are some end of the year bookkeeping chores that require focused attention, not to mention more than a few trailers that need some love.
I am also looking forward to getting back to my Friday writing days! I don't have that many left before Spring brings them to a halt. I need to make them count!
I hope the first baby steps into the new year have been kind. I know, for some, the new year, thus far, has not been the best. Far from it.
For those facing a tough start to 2015, I'll leave you with this wish.................................
May you walk through this heartache holding on to those who love you.
May you see that although the pain seems insurmountable, impossible, there is a way through.
May you allow yourself to reach out, for no one is meant to go through this alone.
May you know, always, help is never further than the buttons on your phone.
May you see that tears can carry a strength deemed impossible by most.
May you see that tears can carry such strength, they can bring the once broken, close.
May you see the light at the end is not always ours to question nor ours to claim.
May you know in your soul, it is still a light, her light, to be honoured in her name.
Until next time...
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