When …

.. you believe a tan shopping bag is your dog, it’s definitely time for an eye exam and a new eye-glass prescription.

I only bring this up after spending three or four minutes calling to Lulu (my pup), which led to frustration, due to her lack of discipline and response (to my call). 

However, after throwing a wee bit of a tantrum (me, not the dog) because I was not being ‘heard’, I decided to get up and go to her.

Wasn’t I surprised when I realized that:

A. What I thought was Lulu was simply the shopping bag


B.  She (the dog) was sitting on a dining room chair right next to me (the entire time).

Need I say more? No, I didn’t think so.

The End.

Happiness Is…

•Crisp parchment paper•
•Old fashioned ink pens•
•The sound and smell of wood crackling in a fire-place•
•Birds and their songs•
•Black and white horror films on Halloween•
•Sappy love songs•
•Barry Manilow (don’t judge)•
•Surprises just because•
•Old world charm and manners•
•Chivalry (towards me of course)•
•Singing in the shower•
•I have a crazy desire to collect hand-made soaps•
•Coach purses•
•Naming everything•
•Alone behaviour when I’m not alone•
•The Quiet•
•Old Buildings and their stories•
•Books and their smell•
•Deep penetrating kisses•
•Equestrian events•
•The wind in my face•
•Individuals who understand girls like me•
•Pink Depression glass•
•Deadliest Catch•
•Nick and Nora Charles•
•The sound of a heart beating•
•The sound of the ocean•
•Learning to be patient•
•The thrill of instant gratification•
•Searching flea markets for hours•
•Spontaneous trips•
•Secret places•
•English gardens•
•Pretty Bungalows•
•Diet Coke•
•Ritual of all kinds•
•The scent of burning incense•
•Strong hands that heat my skin•
•laughter that bubbles forth from ones soul•
•The smell of Tuberose•
•The way chocolate melts on my tongue•
•The way words feel as they slip from my lips•
•The feel of snow flakes on my eyelashes and rain on my lips•
•My obesession with lipstick•
•Pink, sparkly things•
•Magic wands (if only)•
•Hostess Cherry Pies•
•Being read to•
•Wearing a mans shirt•
•Being objectified (fun)!•
•The Dark•
•French Champagne•
•Being still with myself•
•Blue Alerts•
•Crushed ice•

6 Stories of glory (otherwise known as Jesus calls a touch down)!

Big 'J' Calls Touch Down (and the game is over)!


I believe that Jesus burning could possibly be interpreted as the first sign of impending doom (aka apocalypse).

When I first read this story I was immediately struck by it’s unending hilarity.

Seriously? Jesus burns?

Then I thought, is this akin to the burning bush? Will we all soon know more?

My bet is that there are hundreds of thousands of individuals currently preparing for the rapture. I imagine women all over the world, simply crossing things off of their *to do* list.  Grocery shop?  No, why? I’ll soon be floating up to the heavens, so I believe I’ll leave the food to the heathens below.

But seriously folks, I’m not the most religious individual, although I am quite spiritual (yes, there’s a difference).

My thought is this:

Instead of raising money to rebuild this monument (as the church has stated it will), why not use the $400,000 or so needed to clothe, feed and shelter those who are truly unfortunate.

I would garner a guess that there are at least a few thousand in their parish alone that could use a bit of help, compassion, shoes, a warm meal (or two or dozen) and a bit of kindness (in the name of Jesus of course).

Jesus, by all accounts, was a man who preferred to give instead of take. Who (I believe) would abhor a statue in his likeness.

Idolatry is frowned upon more than just a little.

Think Moses coming down from the mountain to find a golden idol.  Shouldn’t these individuals be practicing what they preach?

Sadly I believe it’s just another case of *let’s skew our religion to our own needs and views*.

Am I surprised? No. Disappointed? Yes, surprisingly so.

So in closing I say:

Peace be with you!