One of the most intensely horrifying and haunting books I have ever read is coming to the big screen. The Road by Cormac McCarthy left me feeling such desperation and loneliness that there were times I wished I hadn't started reading it. And yet I could not put it down. I don't know how I feel watching it come to life in a movie and only hope Hollywood does not screw this one up. Not even sure I would recommend it to anyone...I found the book that disturbing.
I have also discovered a scent of body lotions and creams from Bath and Body Works that is divine....called Japanese Cherry Blossom. Delish! I could eat it out of the jar it smells that good!
We tried to set up my beautiful single friend last night to a very nice handsome single neighbour. The evening was fun but the connection, sadly, did not happen. She's just too friggin' picky! She's a lot of fun though and after many rum and coke concoctions she mixed I find myself a little hung this morning.
I am more interested in what's happening politically south of the border than I am here in Canada. I don't even know the platforms of all the candidates. I will eventually get around to reading about it so I can make an informed decision on October 14, just not today. I would rather not think too much at the moment.
I love Tim Hortons coffee, my family and friends and lazy, rainy Sundays.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Running can be fun
I love running. I love everything about it. I love the steady rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement. I love to feel my heart pounding in my chest. I love the feeling of the sun on my skin and the great feeling of knowing I am doing something good for myself and my health. I love it so much I will run in the pouring rain.
You have a connection with other runners too. Always smiling at each as other as you pass on the road. I usually enjoy this silent bond we share until this morning. I went for a long run and about 20 minutes into it I saw another runner coming towards me. He was a very fit looking man in his 40's. I started to smile and wish him a good morning when he suddenly covered one nostril with a finger and blew snot out of the other. My almost smile turned into a completely horrified look as I tried to control the urge to vomit. He smiled and nodded his head as he passed. I quietly mumbled "Ummmm, sir......I think you dropped something." I am now wondering if this is some sort of runner ritual, like blood brothers. Except instead of swearing on blood you swear on mucous. Well, count me OUT!
I stopped for some water on the corner when a lady and her dog approached asking to see the baby (the lady asked not the dog). As we were chatting I suddenly noticed that her dog had started to lick Marissa's face. The lady made no move to stop her dog so I quickly pulled the stroller out of reach and gently pushed the dog away with my foot and said no to him. The lady gave me a look that clearly showed she was confused and not happy with my reaction. "Don't worry, he's friendly" she said. It wasn't that I was worried he'd bite her, it was the fact that HER DOG WAS LICKING MY BABY'S FACE!!! Dogs eat shit, vomit and dead things and then for good measure lick their own ass. Need I explain more? It got a little awkward after this and I was just about to run off when her dog jumped up on me. I started to pet him when his nose suddenly drifted towards my crotch. I gently pushed him down and with a laugh I told him no and said "Hey, I barely know you".
" Like I said, don't worry, he's very friendly" the owner said with a coolness in her voice that let me immediately know I had insulted her. So what started off as pleasant conversation quickly tuned into one that held some animosity. I wished her a good morning, which she chose to ignore, and I jogged out of there shaking my head.
Upon reflection I should have told her "You know, I'm pretty friendly. Can I lick your face and sniff your crotch too?" Or perhaps I should have showed her the snot blowing thing I had seen a few minutes before. Maybe it would have bonded us somehow. Funniest thing about this is that the lady had a retractable leash on her dog....she should really learn how to use it.
I love running. I love that it gave me something to blog about today.
You have a connection with other runners too. Always smiling at each as other as you pass on the road. I usually enjoy this silent bond we share until this morning. I went for a long run and about 20 minutes into it I saw another runner coming towards me. He was a very fit looking man in his 40's. I started to smile and wish him a good morning when he suddenly covered one nostril with a finger and blew snot out of the other. My almost smile turned into a completely horrified look as I tried to control the urge to vomit. He smiled and nodded his head as he passed. I quietly mumbled "Ummmm, sir......I think you dropped something." I am now wondering if this is some sort of runner ritual, like blood brothers. Except instead of swearing on blood you swear on mucous. Well, count me OUT!
I stopped for some water on the corner when a lady and her dog approached asking to see the baby (the lady asked not the dog). As we were chatting I suddenly noticed that her dog had started to lick Marissa's face. The lady made no move to stop her dog so I quickly pulled the stroller out of reach and gently pushed the dog away with my foot and said no to him. The lady gave me a look that clearly showed she was confused and not happy with my reaction. "Don't worry, he's friendly" she said. It wasn't that I was worried he'd bite her, it was the fact that HER DOG WAS LICKING MY BABY'S FACE!!! Dogs eat shit, vomit and dead things and then for good measure lick their own ass. Need I explain more? It got a little awkward after this and I was just about to run off when her dog jumped up on me. I started to pet him when his nose suddenly drifted towards my crotch. I gently pushed him down and with a laugh I told him no and said "Hey, I barely know you".
" Like I said, don't worry, he's very friendly" the owner said with a coolness in her voice that let me immediately know I had insulted her. So what started off as pleasant conversation quickly tuned into one that held some animosity. I wished her a good morning, which she chose to ignore, and I jogged out of there shaking my head.
Upon reflection I should have told her "You know, I'm pretty friendly. Can I lick your face and sniff your crotch too?" Or perhaps I should have showed her the snot blowing thing I had seen a few minutes before. Maybe it would have bonded us somehow. Funniest thing about this is that the lady had a retractable leash on her dog....she should really learn how to use it.
I love running. I love that it gave me something to blog about today.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Vacation part deux
ok...here we go..Most of these photos were not taken this time around but were the best shots to get the feel of it.
Brigus South. This is where my nanny grew up and is not to be confused with the Brigus in my previous post. In the 60's the town was renamed Hillsdale to distinguish between the two but when local residents refused to acknowledge the new name it was officially changed back.
This place has one of my favourite views of the Atlantic but very scary cliffs. I remember the first time we brought Aiden here I was terrified he would fall off and ordered Marc not to let go of his hand. It is stunning though.
Ferryland. This is also one of my favourite spots with more breathtaking scenery. This small town has a rich history with new facts being discovered every year by the archaeological dig that is set up here. We only managed to go to the dinner theatre here this time around so these pics were taken the last trip. It was a perfect day with the sun making diamonds on the water.
There is a short hike up to an old working lighthouse. We sat in silence for almost an hour and watched whales frolicking on the coastline. It was one of those 'Thank god I'm alive moments".
Cape Spear. The most eastern point in North America (although Alaska and Greenland dispute this). The waves that come crashing in here have been known to carry a man to sea so don't stand too close!
The lighthouse here is the oldest surviving one in Newfoundland and Labrador.
So there you have it. What I have shared with you is only a small part of our many trips home and a teeny tiny fraction of what is to see and enjoy there. Pictures do not do it justice. I am so deeply in love with this island and so very proud to have roots here. To all my readers, go east my friends....GO EAST! You will never forget it and perhaps you too will miss it and yearn to go back as much we do.
Brigus South. This is where my nanny grew up and is not to be confused with the Brigus in my previous post. In the 60's the town was renamed Hillsdale to distinguish between the two but when local residents refused to acknowledge the new name it was officially changed back.
This place has one of my favourite views of the Atlantic but very scary cliffs. I remember the first time we brought Aiden here I was terrified he would fall off and ordered Marc not to let go of his hand. It is stunning though.
Ferryland. This is also one of my favourite spots with more breathtaking scenery. This small town has a rich history with new facts being discovered every year by the archaeological dig that is set up here. We only managed to go to the dinner theatre here this time around so these pics were taken the last trip. It was a perfect day with the sun making diamonds on the water.
There is a short hike up to an old working lighthouse. We sat in silence for almost an hour and watched whales frolicking on the coastline. It was one of those 'Thank god I'm alive moments".
Cape Spear. The most eastern point in North America (although Alaska and Greenland dispute this). The waves that come crashing in here have been known to carry a man to sea so don't stand too close!
The lighthouse here is the oldest surviving one in Newfoundland and Labrador.
So there you have it. What I have shared with you is only a small part of our many trips home and a teeny tiny fraction of what is to see and enjoy there. Pictures do not do it justice. I am so deeply in love with this island and so very proud to have roots here. To all my readers, go east my friends....GO EAST! You will never forget it and perhaps you too will miss it and yearn to go back as much we do.
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