Falling in the General Direction of Up

I've learned that when something comes up over and over again you should take notice of that thing.   That's why I'm making enchilada's tonight for supper. You wouldn't believe how many times that has come up in conversation in the last 24 hours as well as my annoying Bing newsfeed on my internet home page at work. There it was - "Dinners you can make in 30 minutes or less." Enchiladas. (As an aside - I opened that article to see what other fast dinners might be added to my repertoire and it had sandwiches on it. Really? A sandwich. The reason I go online for supper ideas is because I don't want to make a sandwich - nor do I need a recipe for it.  But yes - I digress.) Enchilada's for supper. Check. The other thing that has been constantly turning up on my radar is how horrible people are. Not just the bonafide horrible, horrible people, as in the serial killers and the rapists and such. But the everyday people you run into who are hor...

I remember that first birthday after I had left my marriage. I had decided I could celebrate on my own. I told myself that I could treat myself to a dinner and a night out and i would be just fine. It was an epic fail.  Fast forward five years and tears are leaking from my eyes. There was no grand party or fancy champagne or dresses. There was no extravagant gifts or gestures or candles to blow out. There was something much better.  There was this soft, peaceful assurance that I am loved.  Yes, today I learned through social media that my daughter, is apparently, in Israel. Oh. Just another seminal moment in her life that I am in the dark about. Left out of. And yes, only one of my kids wished me a happy birthday. And another year has passed that my grandkids won't celebrate with me. I remember vividly my 50th birthday, Micah on my lap, helping me blow out the candles on my cake. It would be so easy to allow all of this to derail my day. To let the g...

I'm known for my shoes. When I walk into work people look at me then immediately to my feet to see what I'm wearing. Some people look and think they can determine my mood based on my footwear. Other's have their favourites and can't wait for me to show up in them again. There's many a person who love my red Miz Moo's. I bought them at a smokin' good clearance price and wore them for the first time on a flight from Comox to Regina - with a layover in Edmonton. As I'm strolling the Edmonton airport, killing time before my connection, a woman stopped dead in her tracks and pointed to my feet. "Oh"! she gasped. "Are those Miz Moo's?" she said with a bit of awe. Yes." I replied. "They're gorgeous!"  I also used to have a pair of orange patent leather heels. (Teachable moment: Never. Ever. Release a pair of your shoes unless they are literally falling apart at every seam and are irreparable. I have purgers reg...