Flickr and the Pussy Willow

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My most viewed photo this week.  I like how it looks like it’s poked up thru the cloud and is reaching in to the sky.  I’m hoping the reason that it’s getting so many views is that everyone thinks it’s a cool photo, not because it starts with a “P” if you know what I mean. 🙂

A DOG’s Day at the Beach!

A DOG's Day at the Beach

A DOG’s Day at the Beach

We are at Jomtien Beach in Pattaya Thailand.  We take the Baht Bus and stop off at a section of the beach that looks inviting.  Pubs, Restaurants, Markets nearby and nice umbrella’s on the beach if you need some shade from the sun and hot temperatures here.

The vendor approaches us and informs us that a chair on the beach nearest the water is $40 Baht each or $80 Baht each for the nice comfy padded lounger chairs.  We decide, that seeing as how we don’t know how long we are staying at the beach today, that we will pay for the smaller folding chairs that are very common here.  They are comfortable but very low to the ground and getting out of them is sometimes comical.

The beaches are quite nice here, the sun is always out, they serve beverages and there are many types of vendors selling souveniers, food, ice-cream etc.  As we sit in our $40 baht chairs this scroungiest of scroungy dogs approaches the $80 baht chairs which are unoccupied, looks at it approvingly and then pounces up into it, lays his head on the arm of the chair, scootches his butt into a comfy position and then promptly falls asleep and drifts of into doggy dream heaven… No one makes him move, or asks him for his $$ to stay there.  We $40 baht tourists are left to stare at this dog and laugh at the Thai way and a dogs luck for this day!!

Are you comfy there?

Are you comfy there?

Body Scanned, Patted Down, and minus a Pair of Scissors!

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Well folks, the Thailand Travel Adventure of 2014 begins!

the first security checkpoint at Campbell River – no problems!

the second checkpoint in Vancouver…

them: ‘Ma’am, you’ve been randomly chosen for a body scan, please step over here.  Take your jacket off, here, let me fluff your collar,  are you wearing jewellry?’

me: ‘um no, no jewellry, but I have a watch’

them: ‘no, a watch is ok’

me thinking: there’s a difference between a watch and jewellery? 😳

them: ‘place your feet on these marks, raise your hands, DONT MOVE!!’

me: do exactly as told 😳

them: ‘wait a minute, step out, I need to calibrate, the machine’

me: do exactly as told 😳

me: back to the scanner

them: ‘place your feet on these marks, raise your hands, DONT MOVE!!’

me: do exactly as told 😳

the machine does it’s thing, and as I’m standing there I realize…

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Body Scanned, Patted Down, and minus a Pair of Scissors!

Well folks, the Thailand Travel Adventure of 2014 begins!

the first security checkpoint at Campbell River – no problems!

the second checkpoint in Vancouver…

them: ‘Ma’am, you’ve been randomly chosen for a body scan, please step over here.  Take your jacket off, here, let me fluff your collar,  are you wearing jewellry?’

me: ‘um no, no jewellry, but I have a watch’

them: ‘no, a watch is ok’

me thinking: there’s a difference between a watch and jewellery? 😳

them: ‘place your feet on these marks, raise your hands, DONT MOVE!!’

me: do exactly as told 😳

them: ‘wait a minute, step out, I need to calibrate, the machine’

me: do exactly as told 😳

me: back to the scanner

them: ‘place your feet on these marks, raise your hands, DONT MOVE!!’

me: do exactly as told 😳

the machine does it’s thing, and as I’m standing there I realize my zipper is down, but I can’t move to fix it.. 😳 The scan is complete in a few seconds, I step out and can see that the scan is showing two highlighted areas on each side of my legs! O o ..

them: ‘step over here, we need to pat you down’

them: pat pat pat and of course there’s nothing there and I’m free to go.

me: off I go

11 hours later we arrive in Taiwan and proceed directly thru another checkpoint. A nice young lad pulls me aside and in some dialect that vaguely sounds like English is speaking to me and pointing at my backpack.

me: ‘pardon me?’

young man vaguely speaking English: ‘&$€>£’

me: ‘pardon me?’

As we obviously can not, at this point, converse in English, we revert to the international language of sign, i realize he feels the need to search my bag for some reason.

me: gesture ok 👍

him: poke, move some clothes, (but not socks or underwear), as they are on the very bottom of the bag, and VOILA, there is the pointy sharp culprit… the scissor component of my new manicure set that I got at Christmas is just not going to survive this trip, as sharp pointy objects are not allowed in Taiwan!  I know this, because he has removed them from the container and is gently pointing at the tip of the very teeny weenie point and pantomiming a sharp dangerous object.

Me: waive my hands in acknowledgement that, yes indeed, they are very pointy and must be confiscated!!😳

me: then proceed to sign a form which I can only assume was the great SCISSOR release of 2014 and now we continue on our way to Bangkok.

One more checkpoint to go!  I hope my socks make it thru ok!!

Typing with My Thumbs

ME in a text message to my sister:
Someone I know is looking for a lab pup, I heard that the SPCA has some – do you know anything about that?  MY friend wants a pup so she can train it now to chase everything on the farm.. do you know how much the SPCA charges?
So I hit send.
Then read what I wrote…
And after I could stop laughing I wrote:
it should read:
NOT to chase,
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not
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chase NOW..
damn clumsy typing .. tee hee.
sorry still laughing… LOL LOL LOL..
tee hee rofl..
train it now to chase everything on the farm LOL…

Saxaphones and Pancakes

It’s the first day of Summer!  But that doesn’t mean that you can take the day off work, so off I go.  Hop in the vehicle, plug in the Ipod music and away we go..

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First Song:  a Kenny G saxaphone instrumental “Sound of Silence”. 

Turn it up, listen to the melody, ahhh, what a nice way to start the first day of summer.  Somehow I started thinking about my childhood, my family, my friends and then my mom and pancakes.. (More about the pancakes in just a bit…)

Second Song:  Deep Purple “Highway Star”!!  Holy crap what is THAT RACKET??  My saxaphone brain makes the switch anyway and so Deep Purple it is..

(I haven’t forgotten about the pancakes)

Third Song:  The Eagles “Peaceful Easy Feeling”, that’s nice!  My mind goes back to it’s wandering ways.

I started thinking of all the Birthdays in our family in the last month and those that are coming up, some turning 50, some in the beginning / or end of their 20’s, and some turning teenager age…  Some of them are the oldest in their families and some are not!  That’s where the pancake comes in..

 

I don’t know how old I was, but I know I was a young teenager, when my Mom (as only she could do), said to me (the Oldest of her children).. and you could tell she thought about it before she said:

“you know – your first child is like a pancake..

– you always use the first one to season the pan!!”

 

Thanks for not throwing me out Mom!

 

 

Ritz Crackers and Cheating at Scrabble!!

After my mom passed away, we inherited her camper van for the summer! We’re going to head out soon so I decided I should go check out the camper for supplies and clean out things we don’t / or won’t need.

I proceed to go thru different drawers and cupboards and hidey holes!  Duct tape, screws, nail file, thread, string, WD40 (to name a few) and they can all stay because who knows when you might need these items!

Another cupboard door opens:

Ritz

haha – TEE HEE – Roll on floor laughing

Ritz!!

We grew up on these.  They were a staple of all our car trips.  A box of Ritz and we could travel anywhere, anytime, for miles and miles and miles.  Everything was better with a Ritz!  Here, have a Ritz!!  Ritz with cold wieners.. ( I know, but we survived )..

I continue my search thru the remaining drawers.  Found the closet, the dishes, the little vacuum, yup, all is well..

Wait…

What’s this?

Na, it can’t be.. Really?

Yes, yes it is

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It’s Mom’s Scrabble Cheat Sheet!  You know the one with all the words that you’ve never heard of, won’t remember, and have no chance of ever spelling them?

There it is!  It exists!!

Mom’s friend mentioned that Mom was a vicious Scrabble Player and that she was very hard to beat – now we know WHY..

I know that when I go camping this weekend that Mom’s presence will be felt all around these drawers, shelves and walls that she so loved. 

Willa Paynter, R.I.P.

“Gone Camping”

 

Burnt Toast!

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

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!”

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 YES, I AM!!

 

 

Slow down or GO faster?

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).

 

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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?