

You know how it is… you make a big purchase and then for the next week you beat yourself up for your decision!
Should I have looked around more?
Was there a better deal out there?
Is there something wrong with THIS truck?
Why did the last owner trade it in anyway?
That’s been me for the last week!
When we bought the truck it had a Sirius Radio subscription and so I listened to 80’s on 8 for the first few days. Yesterday, my magical subscription to Sirius ENDED, so I spent the drive to work listening to TSN Radio from Vancouver (they were discussing my Canucks so I was cool with that). On the way home I turned on to the local radio station because the Vancouver channel was fading in and out. That was OK, but I would rather listen to my own choice of music if I can. Last night I dug out some CD’s as a last resort (yes, I still have CD’s)..
I get out to the truck to drive to work, go to insert the CD and it won’t work!
What the hell? Why won’t my CD go in the slot? Is there a problem? Well what do you know..
Eureka!!! In the CD player is the Eurythmics!!
The previous owner was an Eurythmics FAN – they forgot their CD!!!
Is it a Sign?
Is it?
It might just be a sign that we made the right choice! After all – The Eurythmics are someone’s favorite group of ALL TIME..
I spotted a young lady walking down the street the other day and I did a double look, and then another double look..
what IS she wearing?
It was NOT warm out, just above freezing, I had just scraped a light frost off the windshield a few minutes before seeing her. Is she wearing skin colored leggings? or skin colored tight pants?
what IS she wearing?
As I approached closer, I saw a short jacket with a flair at the waist, very contemporary, very stylish! But what is she wearing under the jacket?
OMG
seriously?
really?
Shortest of shorts, shorter than short shorts, they couldn’t get any shorter shorts – that’s what she was wearing!
She surely must have been a tich cold wearing skimpy clothes, long legs exposed to the outside temperature. I realized right then and there that I’m glad that I’m not of that age where needing to follow the styles is more critical than dressing for your surroundings. I remember wearing running shoes for a whole winter in FSJ when I was in grade 12. My feet were freezing, I slipped and slid everywhere I tried to walk. But I would have been a DORK if I wore winter boots — and I didn’t want to be a DORK now did I?
We made it To Pattaya!! Came by Taxi from Bangkok, (90 mins ride here for $50). The taxi randomly drops us off on a street beside a bar for me to sit at while Randy went searching for a room. He was gone for over an hour, comes back to find me after being unable to find a room anywhere, only to discover that the Englishman who owns the pub has a room upstairs lol. So I found a room while sitting at the bar. No beers in the bar or anywhere until midnight ’cause it’s a pre-election weekend and there’s no alcohol allowed. But, in typical Thai fashion, you can see everyone drinking out of tea cups, mugs, etc.
Today (Monday) we hopped on the local Transportation that costs a dime called the “baht bus” and it’s a pick up truck with benches and a railing and a cover over it, you can go for miles along the main beach road and there are hundreds of baht trucks driving around. They are numbered for license purposes,we assume, and we spent a half hour sitting at a street restaurant watching them go by and the lowest number we saw was a 2 and the largest number was 667. Somehow the beer tastes better and the ocean looks better, and the grass is greener on the other side teehee.
Had an interesting conversation about this picture. Is it wheat? Or straw? or something else? Then the conversation switched to childhood memories and what triggers these emotions! Very interesting progression.
Below this picture is the Facebook Conversation that progressed thru the day regarding Wheat or Straw?
Terry: Are those actually wheat bales? I read that people do sometimes bale wheat for feed now, if wheat prices are down, but I still automatically think it’s hay when I see bales. I thought those were bromegrass or something.
I saw something today that made me remember the “old” days – A couple of teenaged boys were running down the street in a mad dash, I assumed they were running to catch a bus, and the boy in the lead looked back, grinned at his friend, picked up his pace, gave his friend the finger, and they both laughed and quit running. That’s when I realized they were running just for the fun of it, playing around with each other, no gadgets, no reason for running, just playing.. I liked that a LOT!!
I found this interesting! I don’t seem to get bit by mosquito’s all that much, but the person next to me will be swatting them away in droves. Now maybe we know what might be causing the problem.
http://healthyliving.msn.com/blogs/daily-apple-blog-post?post=2b7cb08d-eece-4f4b-b892-6581e25e6ce4
After arriving back in Canada after a 5 week trip to TEXAS, we joked that it’s time to join Weight Watchers AND Alcoholics Anonymous. Wow, was it fun, but the portion control – well there wasn’t any..
Back to the Burnt Toast.
I look over at our bread supply this morning and we have a chiabatta bun and 2 slices of bread, one of the slices is the heal. Well, I can’t make my lunch sandwich out of the bread, ’cause I don’t like hard bread for my sandwich. I decide to toast the bread and have toast and jam for breakfast. This goes against my well thought out dietary plans of eating healthy grains for breakfast, not bread, but, hey, I don’t want to waste the bread do I? Ok then, toast for breakfast it is. I put the toast in the toaster oven, wait for it to finish, butter it, and set it aside for after my lunch is made.
I then decide to take the chiabatta bun for my lunch. But, I’m picky, and I don’t like Chiabatta buns unless they are toasted. I plop the chiabatta bun in to the well heated toaster oven, turn the dial, and continue to organize the rest of my lunch while the Chiabatta toasts!
Wash the apples,
core the apples,
cut the apples into nice easy slices,
place in bag for lunch,
watch Sportsnet for a bit,
chat with the hubby for a bit,
WHAT IS THAT SMELL???
burnt toast smoke is everywhere, it’s still rolling itself out of every crevice of the toaster oven and curling it’s way up the cupboards and along the ceiling of the kitchen!
Well there goes my lunch!
Some people might: cuss, swear, moan about the smell, moan that their lunch is ruined, nothing ever works out for them, their life sucks, they are cursed.
I say to my husband, ‘well that’s ok, I’m switching to Plan B – I should have been eating the healthy grain cereal anyway, not bread, so I’ll just take the first set of toasted crust bread for my lunch, and have the cereal for my breakfast’.
He looks at me and says: “And that’s why you’re an optomist!”
YES, I AM!!
When you’re heading to work, doing the Dogwood Dash, and you’re late because you (were too lazy to get up on time, spent too much time checking emails, and facebook, dreaming about your Texas vacation, procrastinated over how many pickles to put in your sandwich today, went outside and found ice on your windshield, but couldn’t find the frost scraper).
First light – Red, Second light – Red, Next one yellow (went thru safely), Next one yellow (could have stopped, but didn’t), Next one yellow (should have probably stopped at that one), Next one – Red.
Got me to thinking — Is the universe trying to tell you to SLOW DOWN or GO FASTER??
What do you think?
I’ve been having a couple of sad days and am really missing my mom LOTS! It could be that it’s the realization that our family is starting a New Year and she isn’t going to be here with us to share our experiences. It’s also my Birthday this month and it will be the first without her. I’ve been feeling kind of blue, like I said. My sister posted this poem this morning and it helped me remember that Mom is watching over us, she wouldn’t want us to be TOO sad about her passing.
“I found a penny today, just laying on the ground;
But it’s not just a penny, this little coin I’ve found.
Found pennies come from Heaven, that’s what my Grandpa told me;
He said that angels toss them down-Oh, how I loved that story!”
He said when an Angel misses you, they toss a penny down;
Sometimes just to cheer you up, to make a smile out of your frown.
So don’t pass by that penny, when you’re feeling blue;
it may be a penny from Heaven that an Angel’s tossed to you!”
– “Angel’s Pennies,” Author Unknown
I spent the morning having a pep talk with myself. Morning turns into lunch. I open my sad lunch bag and unwrap my sandwich that I made this morning. Yum, Roast Beef, Pickles, Mayo..
I all of a sudden realize that this Sandwich tastes AWESOME! Grain bread with just the right amount of crunch in it, perfectly seasoned Prime Rib Sliced Beef with the right amount of Mayo and the best, most delicious part of the whole sandwich was the Pickle. Not too sour, perfectly crunchy.
I remember that Mom was the “Queen of Sandwiches”. She made sandwiches out of everything, and her and I used to joke that we could live out of our fridges if we just had a loaf of bread. Eggs, Cheese, Tomatoes, Cucumbers, “fridge food”..
So my day turns into a happier one with thoughts of Pennies and Pickles.