Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Postcards from the Edge.

Isn’t it remarkable when blog friendships become real? I got a post card yesterday from my soul sister. It was well timed indeed because yesterday was just an all-round crappy day.

A few handwritten words on the back of a postcard meant the world to me.

Thanks Missy.

Maybe we should start a postcard club. We bloggers could have postcards flying around the world. The post office wouldn’t know what hit it.

Could be fun….

Update: I've had a couple people mention that this whole postcard thing might be a good idea. So, with that in mind, why don't we give it a try?

Anybody want a postcard from me?

Email me (see the button to your right) with your snail mail address and I will send you your very own postcard. I only ask that you send me one in return.

What do ya think?

Are ya game?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Colours of the Garden.

Getting tired of the neverending pics of my yard yet?

Oh well. Bear with me. There won't be too many more.

Remember the Lilac bushes I was telling you about? Here is a pic of one. Isn't it tiny and cute? And look at those flowers!

And these. Well, who wouldn't love these hardy little flowers that grew smack right in the middle of the well worn path between a bush and our side garden. They come up every year and this year I transplanted them to a safer area a little removed from the beaten path.

We've been trying to get a decent picture of the hummingbird but the little thing just won't pose for us. Imagine!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Day Nine.

It is Day Nine of the plague. I have never, never been sick this long in my life.

Hack, hack, hack, hack.

Enough already!

Sister LadyBug and Alycia came to visit. I hacked well into the night but that didn't stop us from having a great time.

What else?

Oh yeah. I hung a hummingbird feeder that has already hosted it's first guests and I got almost all of my garden planted this past holiday weekend including 4 new Lilac bushes that I'm totally in love with. They're little and cute and I look proudly at them every day. I'm looking forward to the butterflies that are attracted to Lilacs.

Butterflies, hummingbirds and a summer-visiting sister.

What more does a girl need?

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Cause My Daddy Said So.

I've been passed a music stick from Anvilcloud.

Here goes:

1. Total volume of music files on my computer?

I have no idea. Eric and I share a network and he's got quite a few songs on it. I've got only a few on my own laptop.

2. The last CD I bought was?

Jack Johnson ~ In Between Dreams

3. Song playing right now.

Holla Back Girl ~ Gwen Stefani

4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order).

Only five??? Alright, I'll just pick 'em quickly.

The Smiths ~ How Soon is Now?
Spacehog ~ In the Meantime
Dido ~ Who Makes You Feel
Indigo Girls ~ Closer to Fine
Jack Johnson ~ Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

5. Which 5 people are you passing this baton to, and why.

I think that I'll let you off easily. I'm sure most of you have done this already anyway. If you want to pick up the stick and run with it, go for it.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

The Grand Tour

Well I feel like garbage today but since I had the time and it's a beautiful day outside I thought I would take some pictures of my yard for your perusal.

Alright. Maybe it's boring but I had fun doing it.

Eric and I just planted this tree last weekend. It is already about nine feet high and seems to be doing well. It looks like we may even get blossoms this year.

The sad truth behind this flower is as follows. Last year I left my Spring bulb planting woefully late. So there I was one cold Autumn evening, digging hurriedly in the dirt while mosquitos dive bombed me. While I got about six or so bloom in my other flower bed this is the one and only daffodil that grew in my front flower bed. It looks pathetically lonely but I love it all the same.

Remember the Root of All Evil that I heartlessly tore out a few weeks ago? Well I took this little Spirea bush from another place in the yard and planted it right where the Evil Root once stood. It's doing rather well if I do say so myself. Isn't it cute?

Another transplant. But this one is from my parents' garden back in Sarnia. Oddly enough these chives are flourishing like nothing else is. And look closely. See the little tiny Forget-Me-Nots? Those are from a few scattered seeds of the flowers that originated in my Grandpa's garden. He loved his flowers and I'm so glad that I have a piece of them in my own garden.

Hope you enjoyed the tour!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

On My Wish List.

Have you seen the Blogger Shirt?

I want one!

Don't Breath on Me!

I'm sick today. Stayed home with a painful sore throat. Eric has had one of those hanger on colds for about a month now and was quite worried that I would be giving him this new and improved sickness too. So he came to bed last night with a SARS mask that he had kicking around. I got a pretty good laugh out of that until my laughing turned into rather painful hacking.

So. Should I go to the clinic? I'm one of those people that hates going to the doctor for something as silly as a cold or a cough but Strep Throat has been making the rounds.

I don't think that I'm any worse than I was yesterday but it's hard to tell.

Being sick sucks.

Update: I just got back from the clinic. It IS Strep Throat. Crap.

Monday, May 16, 2005


Seems like every time I turn around it’s Monday again. Typically, I’m pretty uninspired on Mondays and today is no exception. It takes all my energy just to get up and get myself out the door.

The only good Monday is a Monday off. And hey! We Canadians just happen to have one coming up. Thankfully, our first long weekend of the season is next weekend. I think that we all could use it.

What do Canadians usually do on our first long weekend of the season?

Well there are 2 trains of thought.

The first is that everyone should go camping this weekend. Even if it’s only in your backyard. There should be campfires and sleeping bags and lotsa beer. Hence, the nickname May Two-Four Weekend.

The other crowd calls it the Victoria Day Weekend. This crowd plants their flowers and does yard work. The only saving grace to this approach is that it, too, usually involves plenty of alcohol.

The kicker is that inevitably it rains every May long weekend.

What will I do? Not sure yet. We have been invited to a campout. But I sure would like to get my hands in the dirt and plant some flowers around my house. There is also a festival on with lots of great concerts to see.

Whatever I end up doing doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that this is my last working Monday for the next 14 days. Yay!!!

Saturday, May 14, 2005

A Keeper.

This is a quote from a greeting card that I received not too long ago. I love it.

is when people know
all about you
but like you anyway."

Fantastic, no?

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

School Daze.

Sitting at the uncomfortable desk. The one that wobbles because it’s become warped over the years. Books piled under my seat, pen in hand, clean lined paper in front of me. Window seats become premium real estate. Depending on the classroom I may have to crane my neck to get a good view of the outside. As the teachers drone on, pointing to overheads or chalkboards, I watch the progression of tree growth. Buds start unfurling green leaves. I count the days by leaf growth. Clocks tick slowly towards 3 o’clock. Calendar pages flip lazily at a snail’s pace.

School days.

School. Daze.

The saving grace of long May and June days back then was that there was an end in sight. I knew that if I stuck it out long enough I would make it to the long, lazy days of summer. The days of sleepovers and bike rides and beaches and parties and cruising.

At the end of June the summer holidays would stretch ahead of me with such promise. Two months seemed like forever. Some years I lived enough in one summer to carry me through till January.

Now, my desk doesn’t wobble and there’s no droning teacher but I still sit and stare longingly out the window and dream of the freedom of summer. The freedom that doesn’t come anymore. A stolen week here and there is no where near enough.

All I wanted to do back then was grow up and embark on real life.

Now, all I want to do is go back and feel that freedom again. Even if only for a little while. Why was I in such a rush?

Friday, May 06, 2005

All I Need.

Thanks y'all.

I've decided that all I need is a vacation, or at least a day off for just me.

Or maybe a massage.


I know. It’s only Friday. Why am I posting?

Because I miss you. All of you. And because I’m going away this weekend. I may not have a chance to blog but I hope I will.

I feel like I have to come clean. Sure, things have been busy lately but I can’t honestly say that’s the only reason my blog’s been virtually empty these days. The truth is that I have a lot of things on my mind these days. Heavy things.

Sometimes I feel so weighed down and I cannot put it into words here. At the same time, I’m so all consumed that I have nothing else to give.

Lately, when someone asks me how I’m doing or what is new or how my weekend was, I draw a complete blank. Every time I hear the casual questions I am taken by surprise. I feel that how I’m feeling or what is going on in my life is written all over my face or my posture or my voice or on a marquee that hangs over my head. The questions that take up space in my head are cumbersome and leave no room for the little, inane, easy queries.

I can’t remember what I did last night or last weekend unless I really give it some thought. It’s a really bizarre feeling for me. I’ve never been this distracted in my whole life. Even by writing this out here I know that I’m putting myself in a spot where I’m not completely comfortable.

Maybe I need to take back my blog. Maybe I’ve lost sight of the fact that this place is mine. All mine. Maybe I have feared what people will learn about me. Maybe I have feared that their knowledge of me is their power over me. But really I have the power because I can share as much or as little as I choose.

So that’s all. Wings has been on my mind these days and I’m sorry for my neglect. I can’t promise that I will be posting like crazy but I will be making more of an effort.

Thursday, May 05, 2005


Could it be true?

Am I really turning into a weekend blogger???????

Sadly, it seems so.

See ya on the weekend.