Category Archives: Random Thoughts

Who? Who?

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I’d like to introduce you to another wicked woman blogger, she is why I began to blog.  I’ve known her for many years and we have drunk down many a Guinness together even leaving the Guinness draft tap running one busy night, slinging pints of Ireland’s finest at waiting patrons.  We’ve also got our complete-stellar funk-out, dancing to the Smoothies, where only the Lions dare roam.  Those were the times, sometimes hard, sometimes good.  Life took it’s turn down a windy road and there were a few years of distance.  Fastforward to the phenom of Facebook and we reunite through the wonderous virtual pages of Facebook.  Her life blossoming like no other, our past behind us and the future ahead we salute each other to good health and happiness.

Around Christmastime 2010 a surprise arrived in the mail.  Now I’m not going to tell you everything that was in this beautiful gift, but know it was the most sentimental surprise someone could find. 

Who? Who?

http://www.lepetitreve.ca/ Where you can find everyday musings, recipes, rants, diaper changes and eco-friendly stuff.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/lepetitreve And these are the things that she makes with her hands.  Yup, wow!  So cute, so eco-friendly, so fitting in todays crazy society, it’s pure and delicious.  Click.

In her words …

“all in a day | from culinary to crafty creations, these are the musings and aversions of a vintage loving, sustainable & eco-living, grassroots, cree mixed mama.”

Canadian Waitress in Canada – Chapter 2 – The Casino’s Main Act

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She pulls out her note pad, her hand twitching as she wraps her fingers around the cool plastic. “A drink from the bar?” She tugs at her computer swipe card hanging from her white apron; pulling, twisting, unconsciously releasing her inhibitions. Catching his eye again she holds his glare, she feels the intensity growing in her belly, she feels like a raging horny teenager when he looks at her. Continue reading →

The Wandering Waitress*. A Guide to Traveling the World One Tip at a Time.

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So you want to give up everything, eh?  Move to another country, get a job in a small café in Australia and become a beach bum?  It’s easy to do and you don’t need a university degree to do it. Continue reading →

Dog Hounding

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Morals and values
stripped aside,
in your corner trying to hide.
Through that gape in your heart
that you left for me.
You are higher than a kite,
and sick of the fight.
Words go round and round.
There is no conclusion,
nothing found.
In dire straights;
love like chocolate
I never looked back.
You’re thick like honey,
it ain’t about the money.
Cage an animal and wait.
Soon you will see the anger, the pace;
and that long look on my face.
Ask me why? And I tell no lies.
Truth you don’t like,
you don’t believe.
Anything said.
Stuck in your head,
you not are right.
Come on; put up your fists
Let’s fight.
Ready for a good pounding,
You dog hounding.

Mysterious Tragedy

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I wake to my reality,
wishing I was still asleep.
Devoid from emotion,
and painless from you.
You dance naked in the sheets,
trying to remember her name.
Wishing it was mine.
It’s my voice you hear
lingering your name,
highlighting you with love.
Like an intruder, I want her out.
Jailed for disturbing my
piece of heaven with you.
You close your eyes
to recall my touch.
Her hand cradles the
small of your back.
You are a stranger engulfed
in her foreign land.
Actions and words
don’t mean a thing.
When you’ve been lying
between two lovers.
Pain that bleeds deepest
I will forever and always know,
You are my mysterious tragedy.

 

Believe In This Moment, Run.

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Ready, Go!

With sneakers laced and iPod kicking out the latest Eminem, I grab my stop watch and head out the door.  Beep.  I’ve just started my first 6k of the week and I am totally pumped. There are no bibs, no trophies nor ribbons adoring my walls.  There’s also no marathons or half marathons nor even mini marathons, heaven forbid triathlons (I look up to those who can, in awe.) 

But what there is, what is the most important and crucial point for a runner, is passion.  Passion to feel like your flying, passion of hear your heart beat, passion to add just one more 6k to the week.  It’s exhilarating and freedom comes; and nothing else exists.  Just you, the road and air exist in this moment. Believe in this moment, run. 

In the corner collecting dust are five pairs of (new to old) running shoes.  They have their scars and served me well.  Most of the time, they are the only reason I get out of bed in the morning. They beckon me their taunts of freedom and haunt me awake with their desire to add another mile.  There are plenty of times when I just throw them back under the bed, pull the comforter up and go back to sleep.  Only just to taunt me further when I finally rise to the day.  These days are difficult.  As what I’m really aching for is a jar of Nutella, some freshly baked Sardinian bread, a few cigarettes (yes. a runner who smokes.  a runner who runs to not smoke.  it’s a vicious cycle,) a deep dark local red and a good Angelina Jolie flick on the tele.

They always win.  Always.  It never fails.  It doesn’t matter how many times I try to forget them, they always win.  Beep. 46:16.  Not bad.  But it doesn’t really matter to me what time I’ve run or how many seconds slower or faster I was this time.  When I’m on the road time does not exist, and if I must walk for a millisecond well, that’s just ok too.  For the only thing that truly matters is my passion for running.  It’s alive.  Belive in this moment, run.

For You Mom. Ti Amo.

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Even though we are oceans apart,
I hope you know you are deep in my heart.
I remember all the good times past,
And how you would make each moment last.
I am so proud of all the things you do,
But most of all I’m proud of you.
Thank you for all the wonderful things you’ve done,
At times I’m sure it wasn’t much fun.
But you grinned and beared it from the start,
Not knowing if things would fall apart.
You are the glue on the camels back,
Life doesn’t get better then that.
Today is the day that I recognize you,
And all the things that Moms know how to do.
Thank you for making me the woman I am today,
It was difficult I know, I just wanted to go out and play.
I’m a better person because of you.
And I want you to know that:

I love you!

 

For you mom.

Death Becomes Me.

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It’s been a relatively strange new year. The news that my seven-year old niece lost her best friend forever was a shock to me and to the community. He was only seven. Just seven. Young, full of life and happiness. And just like that he was taken away, an accident. A horrible accident. Such a tragedy for the family when someone so young is taken away. My niece is dealing as best a seven-year old can.
One hour ago I received the news that my ninety-seven year old Nana had passed. She was just old. There was no accident involved, no pain, no suffering. She lived her life full and was able to see many great-great-great grandchildren. It’s sad when we loose a loved one, but how can we grieve when that life was lived to the fullest of potential? When that life was led to a ripe old age? Yes, we still grieve, but we don’t grieve like we would when a child is taken from our arms.
Life certainly has a way with us.
Give your parents and children a hug today, and tell them that you love them.

Long Vacay

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Oooo….Ive been on a long holiday with much to much testosterone. Im having a pleasant time however I can’t seem to find the question mark and the hyphens on this newly odd keyboard. Just a quick update here. Spent NYE in Switzerland, then drove to Germany for a night with friends and now we are back in Italy waiting for one more sleep to head back to Sardegna. Thats all for now folks. Thanks for checking in. I’ll be posting more once I’m back on track.

Dirty Blonde – To Dye or Not to Dye.

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Do blondes have more fun?  Are brunettes smarter?  And does it really matter the color of your hair?  Or are you like me, someone who suffers from hair color anxiety? Continue reading →