So right now I am in what they call "transition". I'm trying to simultaneously find a job and do something I love for the rest of my life.
If I had a chance to do whatever job I wanted to do...what would it be? Well, here it is in no particular order:
A photographer and writer for National Geographic. So many places in this world to visit, so many new and exciting cultures, so many experiences. Not only would I get to travel on somebody else's bill, but I would be able to share everything I saw and everything I was thinking with others.
An organic chicken farmer. I struggle with being a meat-eater almost daily and if I could have a farm and raise happy chickens, I would.
A sailor. Not like in the navy or anything, but sailing around the globe would be incredible.
A scientist who discovers the cure and answers for the following...the flu, the common cold, diabetes, AIDS, cancer in all forms, the formula to repair the ozone, the way to heal the earth, a fuel alternative to gas, drought resistant plants, world peace, economically viable ways to feed the earth, economically viable ways to solve the disparities between wealth in various countries, teaching people how to see eye to eye, heart transplants with 100% success rate, brain transplants!!!!
A motivational speaker. I want to be that person who sparks a fire into somebody else's soul.
A writer of both fiction (romance, mystery, thriller) and op-ed pieces.
A television hostess like Oprah, but obviously not Oprah and not with a show that follows the format of hers too closely.
A painter or artist of some sort.
A famous musician or a rock star!
A rancher.
A famous chef.
A dog whisperer. Or at least being able to run a doggy-day-care full of happy dogs that run around all day while their parents are at work.
A pilot.
A great thinker like Einstein or Aristotle.
A fashion designer.
A furniture designer.
An editor of a magazine.
A chocolatier.
A mastermind behind some sort of web based social media program.
A dancer.
Well, I guess we all have to dream about doing something at some time. There are pros and cons to every single job that we are required to do, and I have lived through many of them. I have worn so many hats during my life, that at this point, I honestly don't know what to do.
I had a great job once. I LOVED every single moment of it. Unfortunately, the powers that be didn't let me stay in that role. I can honestly say that it was one of the few times in my life where I was so pleased with what I was doing. For the longest time I thought it was so unfair that I wasn't able to keep the job that I loved and the job that I knew I was good at. I don't know, maybe I'm still upset now that I am still not doing that job. But I'll tell you this, having to take any job available so that I can pay the bills has taught me a valuable lessons beyond measure. I have always given my all to whatever job I have undertaken, and I still do.
I can take pride in that. No matter what my job is.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
things I don't understand
1. How is it that liars, cheaters and fake people seem to get ahead in this world?
2. Why do people not understand the concept of staying in your own lane when there are two left/right turn lanes?
3. Why am I more tired when I come home from vacation when the whole purpose of vacationing is to come home feeling refreshed?
4. Why do couples with children feel like telling couples without children, "Just wait until you have children", when they don't know whether or not childless couples want kids or can even have kids?
5. How could you not understand that you can wear blue pants with whatever colour? It's a neutral!
6. How could a person not want to travel and experience the world?
7. How is it that dust in the house is comprised mostly of dead human skin? YUCK!
8. How can some people not appreciate the beauty of nature?
9. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Why don't bad things ever happen to bad people?
10. I will never understand how selfish people can be.
2. Why do people not understand the concept of staying in your own lane when there are two left/right turn lanes?
3. Why am I more tired when I come home from vacation when the whole purpose of vacationing is to come home feeling refreshed?
4. Why do couples with children feel like telling couples without children, "Just wait until you have children", when they don't know whether or not childless couples want kids or can even have kids?
5. How could you not understand that you can wear blue pants with whatever colour? It's a neutral!
6. How could a person not want to travel and experience the world?
7. How is it that dust in the house is comprised mostly of dead human skin? YUCK!
8. How can some people not appreciate the beauty of nature?
9. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Why don't bad things ever happen to bad people?
10. I will never understand how selfish people can be.
Monday, January 3, 2011
what do you want to come home to?
A sense of calm and serenity
peace
Warmth surrounding me like a heavy blanket
foggy
Love, hugs and kisses
wagging tails
The comfort of knowing that this place is yours. Entirely yours.
home
peace
Warmth surrounding me like a heavy blanket
foggy
Love, hugs and kisses
wagging tails
The comfort of knowing that this place is yours. Entirely yours.
home
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
My all time passion...CAKE!
So when we got married, unlike other girls, what was most important to me (other than our guests having a good time and trying to stay within our ridiculously extravagant budget) was the dress cake. Seriously. It was all about cake.
For those who know me, they know that I love cake. I will go to a supermarket and buy a whole birthday cake, carrot cake, red velvet cake, whatever cake and ask them to put happy birthday on the top. I'll stealthily take it home, and cut one delicious slice, and eat it with a cup of tea. Yup. I love cake THAT MUCH.
Clearly, the wedding cake would be something that I would pick with extreme thought and careful consideration. It didn't take long for me to know that I wanted it to be from Dufflet in Toronto. If you have never been to Dufflet, it is a sweet sweet dreamy place filled with all things yummy (both sweet and sometimes savory). The wedding cake was definitely coming from there.
One thing that I was staunch about since the beginning was that there was to be NO FONDANT. Yes, I know, fondant makes a wedding cake "look" so pretty and you can have so many pretty designs and so many fancy-schmancy looking cakes with it, but I'm a girl who is all about eating cake. I don't eat fondant, no matter what flavour you tell me it is. If you have a fondant cake that you think would change my mind, please let me know. I will gladly try to let you convince me otherwise about fondant.
Cake should be a sinful pleasure that you partake of whenever possible (twice a month?? plus a gym membership?). I wanted my wedding cake to be delicious, so Dufflet and no fondant. Dufflet has a great selection of cakes covered on the outside with buttercream frosting (or fondant too for those who want it). Not only do they look amazing, but they taste AMAZING! We chose a very simple cake with a simple design on the outside of the buttercream frosting. Three tiers, the first was golden (yellow pound cake with fresh strawberries inside), the second tier was mocha, and the third tier was carrot. I simply adore carrot cake and Dufflet makes an amazing carrot cake. Another plus? It freezes really well, so we should still be able to enjoy it by our first year anniversary.
And to top it all off....tah dah! Mr and Mrs Potatohead. What? They're legally married, I mean, they are Mr and Mrs, aren't they? They can be on our cake without any repercussion of having only a common law couple or having God strike us down for putting heathens on our cake, or strangers on our cake for that matter. Besides, they were toys from his childhood and everybody loves potatoes, don't they?
Anyway, our cake was absolutely DELICIOUS. Not a piece of fondant in sight, but lots of delicious golden cake with strawberries. We chose a smaller cake as our dinner came with chocolate mousse for dessert, or a trio of fruit sorbets for the lactose intolerant bride.
So, whatever people say about how fabulous your wedding cake should be, ask yourself the question, what is more important to you, looks or taste? I am not saying you have to sacrifice one for the other, as underneath that beautiful fondant you can have an amazing tasting cake, but decorating with fondant increases the price of your wedding cake rather steeply. Since I hate fondant, the choice for us was easy. And since my new hubby didn't care what the cake was covered with, as long as he got to eat some, it was a win-win solution for us.
For those who know me, they know that I love cake. I will go to a supermarket and buy a whole birthday cake, carrot cake, red velvet cake, whatever cake and ask them to put happy birthday on the top. I'll stealthily take it home, and cut one delicious slice, and eat it with a cup of tea. Yup. I love cake THAT MUCH.
Clearly, the wedding cake would be something that I would pick with extreme thought and careful consideration. It didn't take long for me to know that I wanted it to be from Dufflet in Toronto. If you have never been to Dufflet, it is a sweet sweet dreamy place filled with all things yummy (both sweet and sometimes savory). The wedding cake was definitely coming from there.
One thing that I was staunch about since the beginning was that there was to be NO FONDANT. Yes, I know, fondant makes a wedding cake "look" so pretty and you can have so many pretty designs and so many fancy-schmancy looking cakes with it, but I'm a girl who is all about eating cake. I don't eat fondant, no matter what flavour you tell me it is. If you have a fondant cake that you think would change my mind, please let me know. I will gladly try to let you convince me otherwise about fondant.
Cake should be a sinful pleasure that you partake of whenever possible (twice a month?? plus a gym membership?). I wanted my wedding cake to be delicious, so Dufflet and no fondant. Dufflet has a great selection of cakes covered on the outside with buttercream frosting (or fondant too for those who want it). Not only do they look amazing, but they taste AMAZING! We chose a very simple cake with a simple design on the outside of the buttercream frosting. Three tiers, the first was golden (yellow pound cake with fresh strawberries inside), the second tier was mocha, and the third tier was carrot. I simply adore carrot cake and Dufflet makes an amazing carrot cake. Another plus? It freezes really well, so we should still be able to enjoy it by our first year anniversary.
And to top it all off....tah dah! Mr and Mrs Potatohead. What? They're legally married, I mean, they are Mr and Mrs, aren't they? They can be on our cake without any repercussion of having only a common law couple or having God strike us down for putting heathens on our cake, or strangers on our cake for that matter. Besides, they were toys from his childhood and everybody loves potatoes, don't they?
Anyway, our cake was absolutely DELICIOUS. Not a piece of fondant in sight, but lots of delicious golden cake with strawberries. We chose a smaller cake as our dinner came with chocolate mousse for dessert, or a trio of fruit sorbets for the lactose intolerant bride.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
my head is swimming with thoughts
I got married 10 days ago and although most of my house has been cleaned up, little bits of the wedding, wedding planning items, wedding bills, wedding gifts and cards are still lingering from table to shelf to fireplace mantle.
As the days go on, I am going to attempt to share with you everything that was happening during the whole thing. I wanted to blog as I went along during the process, but it seems as though when I am in planning mode, writing just takes a back seat.
In the meantime, let me tell you....I am IN LOVE with my new toaster. I chose it (I really don't think the new hubby cared what the new toaster looked like as long as it toasted his bagels for breakfast) because I really like Breville's Die cast four slice smart toaster. Can we say I am in toast heaven?
I gingerly took the new toaster out of the box, careful not to scratch the brushed stainless steel as I peeled away the styrofoam protection. It was beautiful. We chose the model that makes four slices side by side versus two slices per side. We thought it would be easier that way to make a single slice if need be.
I plugged it in and the LED lights glowed a soft whitish blue light. It turns itself off after 30 seconds, but if you choose to, you slide control from levels one to five and that same soft white light will travel from level one to wherever you set it as your toast browns gently inside its' belly. Wow. Oh, but the best part, you put your slice of toast into the toaster and push the toast button, and get this, it gently gets lowered into the toaster as it gets warmed to your preferred toast-y level.
There are some options that just tickle me with delight, and one of those buttons is the "lift and look" button. If you're not sure if your toast is where it should be, hit the button and the toaster will gently lift your toast up so you can take a peek. If it is to your desired liking, then just hit the toast/cancel button and the process is done! There is a button marked "a bit more" allowing for a bit more browning. There are the usual buttons such as defrost and bagel, which are always nice options on a toaster.
*sigh* what can I say about my new toaster? I love it. I had to inaugurate it with the oh-so-delicious Fairmount Montreal bagels (a staple since I lived in Montreal for 7 years and I buy dozens and dozens at a time upon my return). The one thing I miss about my old toaster....the sound it makes when the toast pops up. Then again, I could get used to a small beep while watching my toast gracefully rise to make it's entrance onto the breakfast scene. Yup, I can totally get used to that.
As the days go on, I am going to attempt to share with you everything that was happening during the whole thing. I wanted to blog as I went along during the process, but it seems as though when I am in planning mode, writing just takes a back seat.
In the meantime, let me tell you....I am IN LOVE with my new toaster. I chose it (I really don't think the new hubby cared what the new toaster looked like as long as it toasted his bagels for breakfast) because I really like Breville's Die cast four slice smart toaster. Can we say I am in toast heaven?
I gingerly took the new toaster out of the box, careful not to scratch the brushed stainless steel as I peeled away the styrofoam protection. It was beautiful. We chose the model that makes four slices side by side versus two slices per side. We thought it would be easier that way to make a single slice if need be.
I plugged it in and the LED lights glowed a soft whitish blue light. It turns itself off after 30 seconds, but if you choose to, you slide control from levels one to five and that same soft white light will travel from level one to wherever you set it as your toast browns gently inside its' belly. Wow. Oh, but the best part, you put your slice of toast into the toaster and push the toast button, and get this, it gently gets lowered into the toaster as it gets warmed to your preferred toast-y level.
There are some options that just tickle me with delight, and one of those buttons is the "lift and look" button. If you're not sure if your toast is where it should be, hit the button and the toaster will gently lift your toast up so you can take a peek. If it is to your desired liking, then just hit the toast/cancel button and the process is done! There is a button marked "a bit more" allowing for a bit more browning. There are the usual buttons such as defrost and bagel, which are always nice options on a toaster.
*sigh* what can I say about my new toaster? I love it. I had to inaugurate it with the oh-so-delicious Fairmount Montreal bagels (a staple since I lived in Montreal for 7 years and I buy dozens and dozens at a time upon my return). The one thing I miss about my old toaster....the sound it makes when the toast pops up. Then again, I could get used to a small beep while watching my toast gracefully rise to make it's entrance onto the breakfast scene. Yup, I can totally get used to that.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
dearest J
oh my dearest.
it has been so long since i have had a moment to think of you and for that i apologize. tonight i sat outside and stared at the stars, seemingly forever.
remember that summer we went out to iowa and drove around endlessly? that night we ate at that small place, drinking beer, laughing at each other, holding hands. i cannot tell you how much i miss you at this moment.
i recall the last few moments of our time together there, when we drove around madison county. i never read what robert james waller would probably have wanted me to, nevertheless, it didn't make the bridges any less beautiful, or the moments any less romantic.
i don't know if you could feel how nervous i was being alone with you, or how thrilled i was each time you took my hand. how did you do that to me? how did you make me feel like that despite the 13 years that had gone past?
i will never return to madison county again, not because i do not want to see the bridges, for i would love to see them before they all but crumble; but i shall never return because the ghosts that would haunt me there would follow me to my death, as i am already sure that they will.
where are you dearest? are you safe and warm? are you tired or uplifted? wherever it may be, i hope you are happy and content.
do not forget me yet, as i still hold you close, until we can meet again.
k
it has been so long since i have had a moment to think of you and for that i apologize. tonight i sat outside and stared at the stars, seemingly forever.
remember that summer we went out to iowa and drove around endlessly? that night we ate at that small place, drinking beer, laughing at each other, holding hands. i cannot tell you how much i miss you at this moment.
i recall the last few moments of our time together there, when we drove around madison county. i never read what robert james waller would probably have wanted me to, nevertheless, it didn't make the bridges any less beautiful, or the moments any less romantic.
i don't know if you could feel how nervous i was being alone with you, or how thrilled i was each time you took my hand. how did you do that to me? how did you make me feel like that despite the 13 years that had gone past?
i will never return to madison county again, not because i do not want to see the bridges, for i would love to see them before they all but crumble; but i shall never return because the ghosts that would haunt me there would follow me to my death, as i am already sure that they will.
where are you dearest? are you safe and warm? are you tired or uplifted? wherever it may be, i hope you are happy and content.
do not forget me yet, as i still hold you close, until we can meet again.
k
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
author, author!
I went out for dinner with a friend last night. Just down to the local pub for a drink, some great pub fare, and of course, stories about our lives.
He started laughing at all of the stories I was telling, and I thought, why are you laughing at my life? He replied, "you know, you really should write a book about this shit".
You know what? I just might.
He started laughing at all of the stories I was telling, and I thought, why are you laughing at my life? He replied, "you know, you really should write a book about this shit".
You know what? I just might.
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