Walking In A Winter Wonderland

... in May !

Holy Crap ..

... it is snowing in Kap ... uskasing . My sister just emailed me these photos from her workplace . May snow is nothing to us northerners . I have seen July snowmen many a time . Our leaves are just in the process of wanting to bud if the frost doesn't get to them first .  Is it any wonder we wear flannel bikinis . Oh well , one consulation , it will soon be blackfly season . 

The Old And The Soapless

There is always someone somewhere who thinks you stink . Apparently this year it was my sister in law who detected Ma's body odour and wrapped up a melange of scented soaps for my birthday . This most unusual gift is pictured here . At first , I did not know whether to eat them , lick them , or stuff them . It took me a minute to comprehend that I was to soap myself with the little suckers . The dilemma now is which one to open first . Papaya nectarine sounds tasty but the chocolate nut might exfoliate me to perfection . The orange swirl ridges are appealing . Vanilla berry sounds high fat . I have a little high fat myself I am trying to get rid of before granny bloomer season .
Finally I found the right soap . Ma will smell like a bowl of freshly made pasta with a hint of chicken of the sea .
Time to run my bath . Seaweed -rosemary take me away .

"It's My Party .."

" ....and I'll cry if I want too . " There is not any party because I did not wanna invite 57 sexy firemen over to watch over my birthday candles .
Wait a sec ... am I crazy ?

"Big Daddy "

This is one of my favorite pictures of my Dad taken a few years back . He looks exactly the same now as he did then . He is one guy who has found the fountain of youth in his 83 years . It is called joie de vivre ... the cheerful enjoyment of life . Thank you Dad for teaching me that .
....and HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!

I Miss These Faces

Ma is :
a) Cleaning the wax out of Corn's ears .
b) Doing her Gene Simmons impersonation .
c) Losing her marbles after the head injury .
d) Endeavoring to look endearing in a family photo .
e) All or none of the above .

Pray

What Cancer Cannot Do

Cancer is limited ,
It cannot cripple love
It cannot shatter hope
It cannot erode faith
It cannot destroy peace
It cannot kill friendship
It cannot suppress memories
It cannot silence courage
It cannot invade the soul
It cannot steal eternal life
It cannot conquer the spirit .

Author Unknown

Blue

Today I went to La Senza and purchased a pair of blue satin pajamas .... a bright cobalt blue . The striking shade reminded me of the color of my friend's eyes . It is one of the very first things you notice about her are her beautiful blue eyes ... her own unique window to her soul . The pajamas are simplistic in the fact they button easily in the front to be able to change a dressing if need be . She just celebrated her 50th birthday not long ago , opened her own business ( a dream come true ) , and began a new life for herself . Last week she found out she has breast cancer . Aggressive . Her mastectomy is slated for 8 am Thursday morning . Today , I went to see her at her little shop . She liked the pajamas . We hugged . We cried . She says it seems surreal to her . Months ago her routine mammogram and exam had showed all clear . Except all women know their own bodies . Her nipple was slowly inverting and dimpling . Several sources , including public health and her own doctor told her it was nothing to worry about . Excuse me ? Nothing to worry about ? I find this horrendous and I am so angry and so sad for her . I hate you Cancer . I hate you for taking our friends , and our sisters and our mothers . You have no right to invade our bodies . You will NOT win this battle . You will not break her spirit . She is a beautiful woman .
Blue is the color of healing and protection .
Blue is the color of her eyes .

Happy Mother's Day

Dedicated to my mother -in -law Una and her daughter & caregiver Suzanne .

One More Memory

I was lost
In the dark
Confused and afraid
Not knowing what was wrong
A few lost thoughts
Forgetful moments
I never thought
That it would come to this

One more memory
To remember me
For a lifetime come and gone
Goes on and on
When my memory fades
Think of me this way
It's my mind that's leaving me
It's not my heart

Forgotten names
Forgotten faces
I don't even know
The ones I've always loved
When I say
Things I'd never say
Know that my love
Will stay forever strong
Hold this in your heart

One more memory
To remember me
For a lifetime come and gone
Goes on and on
When my memory fades
Think of me this way
It's my mind that's leaving me
It's not my heart

Take my hand
And try to understand
My memories are gone
But my love for you lives on
Remember me for who I was
And not who I've become

One more memory
To remember me
For a lifetime come and gone
Goes on and on
When my memory fades
Think of me this way
It's my mind that's leaving me
It's not my heart

RUTR Car and Cake Celebration

Yesterday we had our official Roll Up The Rim presentation and celebration cake for the lucky car winner who rolled up the winning tab in early February and won a 2009 Toyota Matrix .
This was the second time that we have had a car winner in this location . Considering the law of averages , that is a pretty big deal . Meeting Alex and his wonderful daughters was the highlight of my day . They are truly a deserving family and we wish them many special and safe driving days in their new vehicle .









Our 2008 Roll Up The Rim happy family
The RUTR kids and Ma
The RUTR kids and the cake .
Tim's coffee crowd enjoying free celebration cake ....
...... and so does Grandpa Horton , Martha , and Carol

Ma's happy Tim gals .
Assistant manager Brian poses for Ma beside the winning Toyota .

Baaaaaaaaaaaaa.......d.

That one word describes the Creama report . Mind you the product poured like the consistency of cream and looked like a nice color in the coffee ............ however , it was about as tasty as a teat on a bull. The Creama not so dreama .
Time to call back my nanny goats .

Creama

I have taken my coffee with cream only for as far back as I can remember . I have tried different ways to lower my fat content but could never find anything that was a decent substitute . There were the coffeemate powder years until I religiously read labels . Check the chemical list on those teats . Black coffee was okay but blah to my taste . Adding sugar was not my thing . I am also lactose intolerant so milk was out . Cream never seemed to bother my gut . I came to the conclusion , that if coffee drinking was my only vice ( ahem ) then why not drink it the way I wanted too . At Tim's we use 18% ( one good reason why the coffee tastes so good . ) My at home cream ratio was 10% . While in Montreal , I decided to reduce the fat content of my favorite beverage which is also my bread and butter ( also fattening ) . Since I have used lactaid ( special milk for lactose intolerants like me ) , I decided to try it in the coffee . I discovered that I did not mind it too much if I heated it in the microwave . Kind of a semi latte but not . Then I found the goats milk . I know it sounds gross , but quite honestly it was not bad at all . The goat's milk was creamier than the lactaid and when heated , I liked it a lot better . Surprisingly enough , my ever present tummy bloat seemed to subside . Hell , I was a happy coffee camper . Now I could have my coffee and goat cream it too .
... until today , @ Wallyworld , while searching for my goat's milk , I found the Creama . Not the cream ... the Creama ... and not just any old Creama .. fat free Creama ! Now I have no clue what it taste like yet as I will have my coffee tomorrow morning . I checked the label . Made with skim milk and a few other ingredients printed too small to read . I am excited . ( yea , I have no life ) . Guess what tomorrow's post will be about ?
Yours till the cows come home ... I mean the goats .
Ma

Karma Loves Me

Call me needy . Call me whiny . My puppy still knows me after 2 months away . I had it in my head for some reason that she would forget all about me when I was away . I heard that she would sniff my coats and whimper . She never forgot me . ...and that makes me feel sooooo good . When I was in Montreal I would stop dog owners on the street and talk about their dogs and mine . I am one of those people that every time I see a dog , I have to take a second look , note the breed , etc. Pick up dog magazines and haunt pet stores .
Once a dog person ..always a dog person .
Good to be back safe if not quite sound .

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must not treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made the place around you.
If you leave it you may not come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

- DAVID WAGGONER -