Funny Text Moments

It’s the time of the year for Jolly Ho Ho’s and this morning I got mine. I was texting with my daughter to make sure she had the details for my upcoming Xmas visit.

Daughter: When are you coming? So you sent me your itinerary??  Right??

Me: you need it again daughter dear? You obviously did not get your mother’s incredible OCD organizational skills or you wouldn’t have to ask that question.  I took that silly OCD test on Face Book and got 100%  I don’t even know what it means but I guess I must be good if I got 100%.  Right??

Me:  So, needless to say my suitcase is full of stuff other than clothes so I will be raiding your closet.  I am only bringing a couple of pair of jeans, PJ’s, and toiletries and the rest I will get from you.

Me:  Oh, and I will bring my own ugirlnderware….haha


Daughter: I didn’t think you wore those mother…

Me: Only if I’m going out looking for some hot sex….haha



Daughter: OMG mother! What’s wrong with you. You are an old lady!!!!!


Needless to say, daughter is a bit of a prude with absolutely no sense of humor.  I think I have been disowned.


Me:  Actually, I thought I would post the underware thing, and the hot sex thing to my status on Facebook. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you, but it would be so cool to see ‘hot men looking for hot sex’ in my adds instead of Health Food Supplements


and Blundstone boots! blunts





I would stay on FB all day if all I saw were hot men!!

Merry ho ho!!!!!




Canada’s own White Knight

I love to read. I have always been a reader as far back as I can remember.  I mostly read fiction. Granted, I have my collection of books: Yoga and exercise books, self help books, natural health books, crafting books but those are for information.

Mostly, I like to read for entertainment. My favorite entertainment right now is fantasy. images You know, the stories about good and evil, light and dark. Lands where there are elves and magic and dragons and white knights that come riding in and save the world.

That’s where I like to go. Where there is light and good and white knights riding in to save the world.

We are in a time of crisis in our world and I need to believe that in our land, Canada, we still have magic and I need to believe we are fighting the dark and pushing it into the light to be immersed into the Collective Consciousness of time.

I need todownload believe we have our own army of knights, riding forward to defend and protect us. I need to believe the army is being led by a young leader, strong in his commitment and hope for the land.


I don’t know if our new PM can pull it off, but I need to believe that he can.

Today’s Rant

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The sky is falling!
My thoughts and feelings are so tumultuous these days. Newsfeeds, Social Networking sites, radio, TV… doesn’t seem to matter where I focus my eyes, it seems the world as I know it has changed overnight. What I believe in and fought and strove for most of my life now seems meaningless. Each day looks scarier and scarier.


In  the 60’s it was Greenpeace,  the Environment, the Vietnam war and legalizing Marijuana.    I was probably in the middle of that crowd. I protested, sheltered Conscientious Objectors in my home, wrote letters to my MP and did everything I could to try to live my beliefs. I joined Greenpeace and thought David Suzuki would save the world. But no one listened to us. No one believed us. The powers that be continued to send our men and women to war, to destroy the planet, to overlook the greed and corruption of our politicians and to allow big corporations and big pharma to flourish.

And the world carried on, and on and on until 50 years later we are on the brink of destruction.

We have climate change; and according to Nasa, 2015 was Planet Earth’s warmest year since modern record-keeping began in 1880.

2391_temp-graph-v2-768pxThe planet’s average surface temperature has risen about 1.8 degrees Fahrenheit (1.0 degree Celsius) since the late-19th century, a change largely driven by increased carbon dioxide and other human-made emissions into the atmosphere.

Most of the warming occurred in the past 35 years, with 15 of the 16 warmest years on record occurring since 2001. Last year was the first time the global average temperatures were 1 degree Celsius or more above the 1880-1899 average.

As illustrated by the 400,000 attendees at the People’s Climate March in New York City and the solidarity events that took place around the word, the realities of climate change are no longer only being stressed by environmentalists. The effects of climate change will be economic, social, and environmental and will alter people’s lives in a myriad of ways that we are just beginning to understand.

(Wikipedia quotes) On 12 December 2015, the participating 195 countries agreed, by consensus, to the final global pact, the Paris Agreement, to reduce emissions as part of the method for reducing greenhouse gas. In the 12-page document, the members agreed to reduce their carbon output “as soon as possible” and to do their best to keep global warming “to well below 2 degrees C”.  France’s Foreign Minister, Laurent Fabius, said this “ambitious and balanced” plan was a “historic turning point” in the goal of reducing global warming.  However, some others criticized the fact that significant sections are “promises” or aims and not firm commitments by the countries.

What does this mean? Was anything really achieved? Do we have another 50 years to play around? We need to change how we live. We need to be prepared to give up some of our ‘creature comforts’. GreenhouseGasEmissions_Nat_EN

Canada’s emissions growth between 1990 and 2013 was driven primarily by increased emissions from the fossil fuel industries and transport. We are not doing well in this area.

We need to go GREEN! We need to create new sources of energy. We need to find ways to clean up our oil and safe ways to get it to market. I don’t have faith in Governments. Leaders talk about all the wonderful ways they are going to do things but the reality is: No one leader or party has the power to implement the changes necessary. Look at what is happening in the world today.  The EU is collapsing, and socialist countries are failing. The US, Canada and other capitalist countries are failing.

We have the TPP with those that are for and those that are against, and for now it appears the Canada will sign next week although according to Minister Chrystia Freeland, it doesn’t necessarily mean Canada is committed to it. Does it tell us something about our government’s intent?DC87C4C0-1AC9-422E-ACDF-24EF5910B74C_mw1024_s_n

Then we have CEPA.

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Added to our own economic failure, and the world’s economic failure, we have wars that are causing so much strife and hardship. Folk with no homes; children with no parents or family. People starving and running to what they believe will be a better life, only to be turned away.

Racism and hatred seem to be fueling the debate. People seem to be becoming so judgmental and irrational in their thinking. Should we allow Refugees to come? Should we close our borders?  I read comment after comment and it is so disheartening. How will government deal with the issues of the average Joe when everything else looms so much larger. How can they deal with the ‘small change’, like Dying with Dignity or the legalization of Marijuana. How can they focus on Health Care, the needs of Senior’s, the physically and mentally challenged or our Vetrans.
I fight to believe that we can turn around all this nasty crap we have manifested. I struggle to stay positive and upbeat as I look back at my life and what it once meant; what I strove for and what I believed in.

Sun, Sea and Sand: I’m Back!


Beautiful Bathsheba during the after-effects of ‘Wilma’

Well, trying to get back in the groove leaves a bit to be desired. It’s a bit of a challenge to say the least.

I’m revisiting old photos, rethinking how much I want to share, revising, remembering and trying to recapture those memories from years past when I finally got the OK for my first 6 months in paradise. I think about Barbados a lot, but not in terms of my ‘old’ life there. The last post on this subject was ‘My God Experience’, where I spoke about manifesting my dream to live in the tropics. Now I have to remember what ‘the dream’ was all about.

This entry, and probably all the rest relating to my 15 years spent in Barbados will be better appreciated through photos, with bits and pieces of information added. There isn’t a great deal to expound upon when life consists mostly of sun, sea and sand and that was what my first 4 years was all about.

And so I arrived! November 1992, 8 months after my first and only visit. I don’t mess around. Once I decide to do something, I’m on it. Sometimes I’m way to spontaneous for my own good.

Going back home Spring 1993

I was excited but terrified at the same time. My friend Diane was not spending as much time there. Her and her partner Cent were soon going back to Canada.
Fortunately for me, she had given me a name and number for a six month ‘holiday’ rental, just blocks from where we had stayed in Bathsheba. As soon as I returned home, I contacted the woman and secured a ‘six’ month rental. I only knew a couple of locals, so I really had no idea how everything would work out, but being a strong, independent feminist woman I was ready to find out.

The taxi ride from the Airport to Bathsheba was harrowing and reminded me of my first ‘ride’ with Froggy last time around. Lots of horn blaring and plenty of cursing..a colorful Bajun pastime with no offence meant. Froggy North Coast 1992 I arrived as dusk was settling in; key in hand and praying to those with power that it would fit and that there was a bed with a mattress and a pillow or two. Oh please Goddess, let this be a safe place!



Well, there was a bed, so to speak, with a mattress, so to speak…and now I know why those folk have such great asses..the bed was hard hard hard and so was the pillow! My first shopping spree was going to rectify that. I was pretty positive I could make that happen. My Rental 1992.93

The next morning I was locked and ready! Time to get some food in the larder, some drinking water, some beer etc and then time to hit the beach. I soon realized that one should ‘take the sun’ before 10:00am and stay out of it until after 3:00pm..or at least 2:00pm. By the time me and my hot, sweaty body walked back with all my groceries, the only thing I was ready for was a big nap! I decided the beach would wait.

Well, it wasn’t long until the locals heard I was back and the visits began. First would be the ‘lifeguards’, Leo and Sammy. 20150809_124250

We would all have coffee and visit for an hour in the morning before they ‘hit the beach’. They both took their jobs very seriously and told me many stories of incidents where careless and not so careless surfers were carried out to sea and the ‘boys’ had to rescue them. It was great fun having lifeguards for my friends. They took me with them to the beach and we would walk for miles and miles.


They taught me how to watch the sky for rain. When you saw it falling out to sea, it was time to run for cover.  Bleaky MorningThey taught me about the rip tide, and what to do if I got caught in one. They taught me about the tides and where it was safe to swim. I learned to body surf and to boogie board. They gave up trying to teach me to surf. It was something about balance, or my lack of.  Soon I started meeting the regular Bathsheba surfer boys, and we had great times together, although I never could stand up on that board.

20150809_123739 Smoky was the first, and not only did he try to teach me to surf, but he taught me how to cook ‘Rasta’ food.

Smokey's Land 1992He was a great friend and often I would go with him to his land to collect food. Smoky got his nick name because as a child, he came to close to the fire and got burned. Most Bajuns have nick names. Some have more than one.

Next there was Pecker. 20150809_124804

I don’t know how he got his nick name, but I can certainly guess. He was a life guard as well, but spent most of his time up on his board.  Most of the fellows were surfers and when they weren’t surfing, they came by to play games. This was great entertainment. It gets dark in Barbados by 6:30pm, so it was nice to have company in the evenings.

20150809_124357Hoggie was a regular visitor, and backgammon was his favourite. Diane was the champion and the fellows loved to play with her.  Elita and Pecker (not surfer boy Pecker) came to watch and so did Roz, when she could stay awake. Roz 1992

Her and Diane were both accomplished players.  Me, not so much although I could hold my own. The Gang 1992




Dick used to come and pick water coconuts for me, Picking water coconutsand he loved to challenge the winner! I used to get very nervous watching him climb up the trees. I was always worried he might fall out! Roz used to laugh at me and tell me the ‘boys’ had been climbing since they were babies. Then she would tell me the stories of the couple of locals who had fallen out, and what a mess it had made. I didn’t like those stories and I think she was pulling my leg. The first couple of weeks were a whirl wind of visitors, games and just hanging out. It was a great beginning for my new life and I had six months to play and immerse myself in a culture totally foreign to me.


The Joy of Inspiration

Inspiration, from whence it comes??inspire

 a :  a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation
 b :  the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions
 c :  the act of influencing or suggesting opinions
d :  the quality or state of being inspired
e :  something that is inspired <a scheme that was pure inspiration>
     Today, while on my daily afternoon walk , I realized that over the last few weeks I have been hearing vague whispers in my mind. Whispers that speak of creativity, of humor, of boredom, of fear, of forgetting, of ageing. Trying to pinpoint where they have been coming from, I thought back over my last few days trying to recall conversations I may have heard or places I may have been. Anything that might help me give form to these thoughts.
     Was it during my visit to the Doctor’s office or perhaps while I was in line at the grocery store? Perhaps I read something while scrolling through Facebook or saw something while watching a movie.  Maybe it was the beauty of that big fluffy cloud or the morning mist. The list could go on for pages and pages.  Inspiration can come from anything or anywhere. A person, a place or a thing.
     It’s important for me to find meaning in the things that I do and the thoughts that I have.  Being retired is not all it’s cracked up to be.  I have a lot of free time on my hands and I need to find ways to occupy my day and I certainly don’t need to dwell in negativity worrying about ‘what’s next’.  I’ve done just about everything on my ‘Bucket List’, and have lived a life full of adventure; one most folks only dream about.  I feel like I’ve been inspired forever but the reality is that ever since I returned from Mexico last Spring, I’ve kind of dropped by the wayside and I’m just dawdling along.  Yes, I’ve been busy building a healthy lifestyle after some physical challenges, but I haven’t been doing much else.
     Well, that is about to change!  Thanks to good old Facebook, I got a message from an old friend asking me to follow her blog and it hit me like a lead balloon…yes, I actually have a blog….one I haven’t even thought about for over a year.  Why? who knows.  Lots of reasons.  I stopped jotting down my thoughts because I developed frozen shoulders but I can’t use that excuse any more.  I have 95% range of motion back and there is nothing to stop me from typing, so my new resolve is to continue with my ‘story’ that basically ended in 92′.  It doesn’t matter to me if it never gets read, but it does matter to me that I finish what I started.
     So thanks Tracey Lynn for inspiring me to go forward once more and if anyone does read this, please check out her blog at:

She has some great stories!

Meeting the Challenge

It’s been awhile since I felt energized enough to attempt putting thoughts to paper again and venture back to writing on my blog.


 When I was diagnosed with Fybromyalgia a few years ago, I thought I would never find a way to manage it, but eventually with a lot of hard work and a good support system I did, and overall I’m feeling pretty darn good.  The low energy and severe muscle fatigue are sometimes a little hard to handle but overall I think I’ve done well and continue to do so.

Without my Yoga and Swimming, I was having great fun finding ways to occupy myself inside the house by playing around, blogging, trying to pour my life’s history into a few pages, afraid I might lose the memories before I managed to jot them all down and then blam….done

I’m not really sure what took me away from my imposed need to leave my story behind.  Part of it was a month with no computer access.  I think the rest was just me feeling plain old sorry for myself, whining and snivelling about my latest ‘issue’, challenge, limitation.

Image   I hate whiners!  That’s really not like me at all.  I need to have a good talk with myself!  I believe there isn’t anything we can’t overcome and I have plenty of tools to work with.  Affirmations, vision boards, healing white light, meditation, mind over matter… name it, I’ll try it.

After nearly a year of intense pain, it has been decided by the powers that be that I have Frozen Shoulder.  First diagnosis was Rotator Cuff so shots of cortisone were given and all my favorite activities canceled.  Not that I needed a Dr to tell me that.  I hadn’t been able to do anything for several months before I even went to the Dr.  Then it was X-rays, Ultra Sound and Physio to confirm it was Frozen Shoulder and not Rotator Cuff.  


With only 32% range of motion, I’m pretty limited.  Try putting on a bra or washing your hair; take off a shirt or reach for something.  It feels like hundreds of little knives sticking into my arms.  I still haven’t figured out why I have such intense pain in my arms.  It’s supposed to be a shoulder thing.  So, I tell myself it’s OK to snivel once in a while.

The medical profession knows very little about this condition.  Don’t know what causes it, don’t know how to cure it.  The only thing they had to offer was ‘intense physio’, exercise every day and eventually it will go away on its own.  Use heat and ice packs and take pain pills when it gets too bad.  Well, I do my little exercises every day.  I use heat and ice and lots of various rubs.  I smoke the mother’s herb to help me relax when it’s too intense and I hope it will soon show some improvement.

I really thought I had the ‘ageing’ thing down pat.  Thought I was doing a pretty good job of it all.  Then all of a sudden I got Pneumonia, then Bronchitis then Shingles then FM and now this.  Is this a test?  If it is, no worries.  I’ll pass with 100%.  Might take a while but I’ve got plenty of time.

I don’t mind that it takes me a few days to type half a page.  Eventually the story will be told, just like eventually I will get full mobility back in my arms.  In the meantime, I’ve come out of my funk and no more feeling sorry for myself.  Now I can resume where I left off.  Somewhere around Barbados, 1992.

Traveling Feet

As I sat meditating on my nasty toenails this morning, wondering if it was too soon to paint them up…..I’m traveling in four days….I started thinking about how important our feet are and how I’m really bad about taking care of my feet and toes in general.  I decided to have a look on Google to see what it had to say.  Well, there are pages and pages along with some really cool info.  Check it out some time.

  • 3 out of 4 Americans experience serious foot problems in their lifetime
  • The foot contains 26 bones, 33 joints, 107 ligaments,19 muscles and a whopping 250,000 sweat glands
  • The afternoon is the optimum time to shop for shoes because the feet tend to be more swollen then
  • 9 out of 10 women wear shoes that are too small for them
  • Fingernails and toenails grow faster during hot weather, pregnancy and teenage years
  • 1/4 of all the bones in the human body are down in your feet. When these bones are out of alignment, so is the rest of the body
  • Only a small percentage of the population is born with foot problems
  • It’s neglect and a lack of awareness of proper care – including ill-fitting shoes  that bring on problems
  • Women have about four times as many foot problems as men. High heels are partly to blame


toe cleavage.jpgVogue Editor-in-chief Anna Wintour once listed the “unwritten dress code” of the Voguette, which included “toe-cleavage shoes, sans stockings.” She’s not the only one to preach the sexiness of toe cleavage- opening the vamp of a shoe is well-regarded as a chic move in the fashion world. Frederick’s of Hollywood says showing toes can be sexually suggestive. However, the key is moderation. Manolo Blahnik warns that the secret is only showing the first two cracks.

No wonder our poor feet suffer, and all in the name of vanity.  I’m going to start taking better care of mine.

Forest So Green had some lovely photos of Community Gardens and it reminded me of the photos I had. I volunteered here when I lived in North Van. Gardening is so good for the soul.  Thanks Forest So Green, for the lovely reminder.  Everything grown here was donated to folks in need.  It was a wonderful project and is still going strong.

Community Gardens, North Vancouver, British Columbia