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dreamingofsquirrels https://dreamingofsquirrels.wordpress.com kind of interested in those random things.......and the art of storytelling

give the gift you want

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I don’t mean give the gift you want to give………. I mean give the gift you want to get. Put all that time into guessing, analyzing and pondering over what the recipient would like?  Heck no!!

A few years ago I figured this out as my Mom gave me back a box of gifts I had given her. Not as a bad thing, but in cleaning out and sorting, she thought I might like the things back and for the most part I did.

So, if your gift from me may be at first glance a little weird, just picture how fabulous it would look on me and know why I got it for you. Waiting for the boomerang.

 

Saturday with Hazel and Liz and the Cheezie intervention

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My dear Liz,

I’m sooooo sorry but I haven’t stopped laughing.  With you, of course, not at you.  Well… maybe more of at you. And now we’re looking at an intervention to save you from yourself.  Your little snack of Cheezies every day since we got the goodie machine bit you in the butt today didn’t it? And I’m not talking about the orange fingers and the tinge of orange mixed in with your pale pink lip gloss.

I guess you forgot we were using the lower courtroom today and when you opened the  judge’s door and waltzed through in full uniform with one hand in your Cheezie bag and Cheezie crumbs on your face. I nearly fell off the bench. Don’t do that to me!! I’m supposed to be a serious person. The look on the gallery, not to mention the witness was priceless.

It got even better when you bowed to me and backed out leaving me with a courtroom of people thinking wtf?  I live for these moments with you – and for sure, you can’t make this stuff up.

Snort, snort, giggle, giggle,

Haz

…..to be continued

 

 

you need a puppy, they say

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Once in a while I get puppy fever – I admit…especially when I can pick them up, snuggle them and sniff that puppy smell.  Then I remember…..

And friends who love me and want the best for me offered the advice that “you need a puppy” when I was going to be spending time at home. Then I remember……

Excerpts of a letter I sent my Dad in August of 2003 when Benjamin our lab, was a puppy. Then I remember….. Continue reading →

good friends eat the broken cookies

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Having some time to do Christmas baking this year has been great!  And I’ve been a bit of a crazy baking lady, I have to admit.

Those mistakes, though – the not so great decorating, the over-done edges of the brownies, the broken teddy bear cookies – yeah, husbands and friends eat them, but I will save the good stuff for you, too. 🙂 Thanks, guys.

Jasmine, are you counter surfing?

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Jasmine, are you counter surfing for cookies?

 

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Nope, wouldn’t be me.

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I’ll just wait here for you to bring me cookies. It’s all good.

-35 is only good for polar bears or Mike

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As I was sitting in bed having coffee surfing Facebook this morning (yeah, this being off work is instilling some new habits in my daily routine) with Jasmine snuggled up deep in the blankets beside me, I see Mike posts this picture.  Yikes!! That’s damn cold no matter how you look at it.

The crazy part is that we trundle on our ways doing our stuff even in the extreme cold, like Mike being at 70 Mile House at -35 early in the morning, deep in the interior of BC.

Sometimes I’m weirdly proud to be a Canadian.

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’bout those ears

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My dear friends and colleagues went through the past year of my “ear adventure” with me; some by default and some who encouraged and helped me come to terms with my hearing challenges. My guys at work were stalwarts of my transition to hearing aids, not withstanding the humour they bring to everything in our tribal custom-like way. My family considerately didn’t point out what a freak I was with the loud TV and so forth. Continue reading →

where does cool come from?

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I don’img_1757t  think cool has an age, race or other determining stat.  Not necessarily animal, vegetable or mineral……it’s a moment.

Cool can be manufactured; Kanye……. it can be coerced; Trump.. (ok I’ll leave that one here), it can be hatchiamals at Christmas. But that’s not really cool – that’s a social pressure to “have to have” to  “have to follow” to be cool.

I’ll tell you where cool comes from.  It comes from being alive in the moment and that’s absolutely contagious. Being alive in the moment so much that you dance. Now, that’s where cool comes from.

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Saturday with Hazel and Liz – and he should have laughed

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Hey Hazel,

That guy is a moron. A pin head. No other way to describe it.  So when he called me in to  let me know  he didn’t like me, didn’t like me wearing the stripes on my shoulders, just plain didn’t like me personally, I was mighty nervous.  Oh yeah, it was personal.

Setting the record straight, you should have seen me!  I marched in to his office in full freshly pressed uniform, kevlar vest, 9mm and other interesting stuff hanging on my hips….. I leaned over his desk, glared at him and farted. Continue reading →

those online job applications

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I’ve been on both sides of the job application process more than a few times over the years.

And applications and resumes only tell so much.  Very important, that meeting to step out of cyberspace and see if there is real live-person chemistry that will work for the job at hand.

Meanwhile, I fill out the on-line applications, trying my best to answer the questions to showcase my suitability as the best candidate and  hopefully  advance to the next steps.

How often do you think we check the wrong box and somewhere a computer reads the answer as wrong! loser! and kicks us out as hopeless with no recourse……meow.

sharing the goodness

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This moment of adoration is brought to us by one of the guys I worked with. I picture this big 6’4″ guy blowing his average handling time at this location to stop and meet a new friend.

Sometimes ya gotta do that to get through the day.

The bonus is that he passed it on to share the goodness.  Thanks, Martin!