Anything...

the shirt that disappeared

What's a great way to go back in time?  Weed out things in your house that really have no business being there anymore. I was going through my closet and got transported back to the '70s. Yes, it was a good time for me. I loved my 'coming up' years.

There it was, my grad dress, in it's full glory. I thought about that time and I remembered that I had a favourite shirt from back then. My best friends father was an R.C.M.P. officer and had these fantastic police shirts. I wore it as an over shirt to the swimming pool, slept in it. Being a police shirt, some of the things I did in it, bring the word irony to mind.


For some reason, my mother hated that shirt. She hated my hair, my clothes, my friends, but she really, really hated that shirt. One day when I went to put it on, it had mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again. It took me a long while to get over the loss. Frankly, I don't think I'm over it yet, because when I saw these 5.11 Tactical Shirts, I seriously considered getting myself one--for old times sake. I wonder if my mother will still hate it?

high on coffee

Wheee!! I drink so little coffee these days, that when I do have some, I feel quite high.

why do we do it?

Why do we press that button more than once when we cross the road? Will it not work if you only press it once?

Are you a multiple press button pusher? Do you press even/odd number of times? Next time you're at a crosswalk, see what you do.

money doesn't grow on trees

I'll admit it, I can be a very skeptical person. So when I read about PayPerPost on a forum, I thought, yeah, yeah another internet scheme. I'm a skeptical person, but also a curious person, so I checked it out.

I thought to myself,--"self, this could be a great way to pay for your blog account." Sooo, after reading more about it, how simple the idea really was and what the requirements were, I decided to go ahead a sign up.

You pick topics that suite you, when opportunities to write posts that interest you come up, you post about it and they pay you. They're sort of like blog ads but done in an interesting post form. That's it!! It doesn't cost you anything, but time, and if you're spending time blogging anyway--you get the picture. Some days I'm not sure what to blog about, so this could be an opportunity that takes me in directions I might not have thought about. I think it could be a great learning tool for me. Anytime you can learn something new is good, right.

Once you've written your post and it's approved, you just sit back and see the $$ appear in your PayPal account.

So, even if you're a cautious, skeptical person like myself, you should check it out. You don't know until you try, or at least read about it!

hiding behind photoshop

I'm sure I'm not the only one that's a little shy about posting a picture of themselves online.

I wanted a profile picture for my facebook account, but it felt weird. So I played around in Photoshop Elements and did a chalk portrait of myself. This, for some reason doesn't feel weird at all. I quite like how it turned out.

let's not drop it

Photo by:  Michael Yates

I have a cezanne

What do you do when you can't afford to replace a table that tells your life's story? All those scars and stains have meaning only for you...cover them up.

I don't consider myself to be a tablecloth person. My memories of them goes back to family gatherings where you got in trouble for spilling something on it-isn't that what they're for? So when I headed out to buy something to cover my sturdy but ugly table I was skeptical that I'd find anything I'd like.

Just as I thought--they're all ugly--just like the ones I remember from childhood. But wait!  one jumped out at me. The colours were absolutley beautiful and the pattern was something I could more than live with. I scooped it up, paid for it and brought it home. I put it on my sturdy but ugly table...wow! The whole room looked and felt different. When I was throwing away the package I read the lable-it was a still life by Paul Cezanne-maybe I am a tablecloth person after all.

no more boundaries

I took a break from blogging because my blog just didn't feel right to me. While the sentiment--having a soulful home--was very me, the posts felt wrong, not like me.

I felt limited by boundaries of the title and premise. My new blog is called Anything...no boundaries here.