I was a teenager last night. No, I was twenty-something last night. I took in a Collective Soul concert with one of my oldest friends.

We were bad asses.

Is that picture wrong?

Not only did we not sit in our $65 seats, we stood at the back of the venue by the sound guys for the entire time, whooping it up and acting like groupies. I loved it.

I drank whiskey and beer and sang out loud to all the songs (that I could remember the words).

My girlfriend couldn’t understand why they played at such a small venue, I reminded her that most of Collective Souls fans are now 30+, with a lot of us pushing our mid-40’s and older. We enjoy soft seats, carpet, washrooms nearby and a bar! It was perfect.

After the one encore, everyone left and went home to watch The National. Except for us. Of course. What ever happened to Nolton Nash?

A co-worker of mine was there with his brother, the four of us decided to have a drink at the casino bar and from there we decided to go to a local pub. My co-worker dropped us (and his brother) off. He was responsible and went home to his wife and young daughter. We proceeded to drink some more (even run and coke, disgusting), sing out loud to the music, talk to the patrons (all men, we were the only women there) and proceeded to close the place down. Holy shit, I have not been in bar when the lights have come on in years. What was I thinking? I know, groupies party all night long.

My love showed up to drag our sorry assets home, of course we made him stay and then we made him drive us to my co-workers brothers place! Once there we drank some more (straight bourbon and “dirty” cosmopolitans – yummy). I’ve no idea what time we left. But I do know we ate Mcdonalds at 2:30 or 3:00am. It was the best gourmet meal I think I have ever eaten! Why does that stuff taste so good when you have very little sense of anything?

I think I made to bed around 4:00am. Yes, on a school night too. Bad ass that I am.

This morning was difficult. This afternoon is still difficult. Was it worth it? You bet your bad hard partying whooping ass it was.

No more Poop

Poop.

No, not what my children used to finger-paint with when they were 2. Poop, the most loveable little pusser you'd ever want to know.

He was my first cat I got after I left my husband. Actually he was the second, but the first cat was a bastard and I’d rather not talk about him.

Perdue et Trouve, also known as Poopie Doo, or Poop, got sick. He hasn’t been real well for a while now, but today there was blood where there shouldn’t be blood.

We said good bye this morning. He was as lovable as he has always been, rubbing against my arm with his back arched and his beautiful white paws looking all chunky and fat.

He wasn’t well and I know we made the best decision for him.

He was the sweetest cat anyone has ever known. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Always happy, always content. I wish more people could be like he was.

Daisy (the bitch Manx) will miss him, as will Casey, (the mini-doxie), but no one shall miss him the way Emily will miss him. She is home mourning him now.

Don't get me wrong, I too will miss him, we used to share a bed! He loved potato chips and French fries, just last week we caught him with his head in a bag of potato chips.

Having a pet is difficult, having to say goodbye is even more difficult. Luckily, Emily insisted on having him cremated so everyone will be able to visit his ashes, whenever you wish!

Goodbye my Poopie Doo, I loved you very much and you’ll be missed forever.

Tandoori Chicken

What do you think of when you hear or read Tandoori Chicken? 

I think about a dog walking up a ladder.  No shit.  I know you can bridge the correlation. 

It's amazing to me how certain things bring up the oddest memories or thoughts.  Like whenever I hear someone mention Mr. Dress Up, it happens so often, I automatically go back to my parents living room, where I would sit on the carpet watching my "boyfriend" on the black and white television saying things like "Oh garu."  What does Mr. Dress Up conjure up for you?  Do you even know who he is? 

So why, you ask, does Tandoori Chicken remind me of a dog walking up (and down!) a ladder?  Well, many, many years ago - I was probably 22 or 23 - my then boyfriend (who went on to become my ex husband) and I were living in Toronto.  We were invited to have dinner at the home of one of his co-workers and his wife.  All I remember from the evening was their dog would walk up and down a 7' step ladder in the back yard and his wife (the co-worker, not the dog) made Tandoori Chicken for dinner.  I recall thinking "Ok, I know mom makes chicken for Sunday dinner and I know Mary Brown makes it and puts in a bucket, what the hell is Tandoori Chicken?" 

I'm bringing this up now because I realized yesterday, when I was making my Tandoori marinade, how much I have learned throughout the years.  Between reading, television, the internet, people I have met and places I have gone, I've accumulated so much knowledge it's amazing to me.  Sometimes I have to stop and realize that not everyone is as "spong-like" as I consider myself to be.  There have been, on numerous occasions, when I have mentioned something to whomever I was with and they didn't know what I was talking about.  Is it just me, do I absorb more or is everyone like this - just absorbing information about different things than I?  For example, the love of my life (you know who you are) asked me a question the other day about the Royal Family (Queen Elizabeth and the bunch), I looked at him and said "I cannot believe you don't know that."  But the more I thought about it the more I realized, perhaps he just doesn't care so he wouldn't have absorbed anything about the Royal Family.  Ask him (my love) about muscles and exercise and supplements - he's more knowledgable than anyone I have ever met.  It's becuase that's what he's passionate about isn't it?

I'm just getting it.  It's all making sense to me now. 

Been Far Too Long

How long has it been?  I forgot to check - I'm thinking Thanksgiving!  Ridiculous.  So what's been going on that has kept me from writing?  Not too sure, not much of anything really. 

Took a week off from the gym.  Why do I do that?  What's the point?  Take a week off so you are just back where you started two weeks before when you actaully return.  Hmm.  Such a procrastinator.  Returned yesterday.  Today I can feel the places where my abs should be!  Must have done something right!

Attended a fantastic Redneck Halloween party on Saturday. Hosted by some people we had never met before - but wonderful!  We had a very good time.  I love meeting new people.  I think it's what makes me tick.  Well, that, along with a bunch more stuff.

This weekend is the big scary night.  We don't have too many plans, perhaps will go to a friends house dressed in costume.  It's odd not having plans, we've had a party the last few years - but I'm getting tired of always hosting and having to deal with the mess.  Time for a break, time to plan parties for people and get paid to do it!

Being Thankful

Good morning, it's Monday.  Thanksgiving where I live.  I spent some time this weekend thinking about "thanksgiving", what does it all mean anyway?

Thanksgiving is a holiday celebrated in much of North America, generally observed as an expression of gratitude, usually to God. The most common view of its origin is that it was to give thanks to God for the bounty of the autumn harvest.

In the United States, the holiday is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November. In Canada, where the harvest generally ends earlier in the year, the holiday is celebrated on the second Monday in October, which is observed as Columbus Day or protested as Indigenous Peoples Day in the United States . 

Wikipedia states,

Thanksgiving, or Thanksgiving Day (Canadian French: Jour de l'Action de grâce), occurring on the second Monday in October, is an annual Canadian holiday to give thanks at the close of the harvest season. Although some people thank God for this bounty, the holiday is mainly considered secular.

On January 31, 1957, the Canadian Parliament proclaimed:

“

A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed … to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.

”

So there you have it.  Not quite.  I'm thankful for my family, my freinds (some are one and the same), my co-workers and my great job, being successful and being happy and healthy.  It's a personal thing isn't it?  I'm thankful each and everyday and really, Thanksgiving, isn't it just an excuse to gather, cook and overeat isn't it? 

Nicholas bought an apple pie yesterday (shudder, no, I didn't make one) ~ he ate almost the entire thing himself.  Do you suppose he was thankful?  I'm thankful that I have a healthy growing son who has an appetite I can afford to feed! 

No baking for us for quite a while.  Seeing the Mr. Olympia competition (yes, thankful we can do that sort of thing) lit something within Chad and I.  We are being very strict with our diet and are at the gym everyday.  Thankgiving dinner this year (we celebrated yesterday) consisted of white turkey meat (no skin of course), LOTS of veggies, no dressing (you may know it as stuffing), no pease pudding, no cranberry sauce and a gravey thay was made of vegetable stock (home made) with no pan drippings!  It was extremely tasty.  I cannot believe how my tastes have evolved and changed in the past few weeks.  A potato is now the most bland, plain vegetable on my plate (it isn't even a vegatable is it, but a starch), and the other veggies, without butter or salt were so tasty!  Sweet potato is the best, so is cauliflower!  Yes, I'm thankful for my new found healtier ways and the possiblilty of actually taking weight off this long weekend (there's a switch!)

So here it is, Monday morning.  Thanksgiving.  I'm thankful for all five of you who I have shared this blog with.  You mean the world to me in so many different ways.  You also know who you are.  I love you.

Wishing everyone a wonderful Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday - wishing you happiness and greatness every single day!

It's your first time? Oh, make a new row

You know those scenes in movies where the "awkard" child is trying to fit in with the cool kids and they just don't?  They end up looking goofy and the audience feels bad for them.  Yeah, that was me yesterday. 

I have decided to do a little more than 20 minutes of daily cardio and 3 sets on the weight traiing circuit, I took in a yoga class yesterday.  Of course I was the last to arrive, all the good spots in the back were taken. 

"Just start a new row in the front" says Patty, the 40-odd year old instructor with the body of a 22 year old.  Sure, I'll start a new row, here in front of everyone who have been coming here forever, whose bodies are like elastic bands and they actually KNOW what they are doing. 

I think putting the newbie in the front of everyone is really unfair.  I must have looked like a total fool, up there thinking I looked all ballerina-like.  I looked over my shoulder at one point and I was doing the exact opposite of what everyone else was! 

Luckily, there was a nice lady in the class.  She whispered to me when I looked over my shoulder and discovered I was being a loser "turn around dear, you're all backwards."  It's hard to try something new and the only person you can see is backwards from you but explaining it the way you (me) are supposed to be doing it. It's like a 3-way mirror!  I managed to get through the entire 50-minute session.  I did things I didn't know I could still do.  It turns out I'm still pretty flexible, but my knees suck!  I sweat almost as much as I do while doing cardio. It was great.

This morning, I can definitly "feel" my arms, neck and core.  What a great feeling it is!  I was also down again on my weigh-in.  I've taken off 5.4lbs since Wednesday!  WOW.  Wish every week could be like this.

It's Thanksgiving this weekend, no yoga for this guru.  Maybe a little yuzu foam? 

It's Tuesday the 6th of October already.  I feel as if I have lost the last week to nothingness. 

I spent last night in bed watching my puppy play with a piece of raw-hide.  It isn't something we give him as raw-hide swells when it's wet and can choke puppies - but, his vet gave it to him after his appointment last night and he was totally in love with it.  Anyway, he played with it like it was alive.  Jumping on top of it, springing around like Tigger.  It was the cutest thing.  He makes me so happy.

I read something this morning that has really made me stop and think.  Here it is. 

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

 

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk...

 

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again...

 

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

 

45 minutes:

 

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

 

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

 

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made ... How many other things are we missing?