hollyhocks, September and the school bus

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I’ve always been in awe of hollyhocks.  When we grew up in the house on Woodlawn Avenue in Oregon the towering plants reached up to the dining room windows and were sentinels watching us celebrate birthdays around the dining room table before school started up again. Continue reading

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collecting Peggy-Sues?

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Social media is such an intricate part of our lives that it’s hard to remember what we did with all the time we now spend checking status updates and posting whatever the flavour of the day is.

I maintain a presence on the professional network with groups and connections tied to the various aspects my professional life over the years and I was invited to connect  with someone in the motivational speaking world.  His profile was sparse, but looked ok; he had a picture of himself on a sailboat.  We had no connections in common, but being anxious to expand the speaking aspect, I said ok. Immediately he responded by saying “I like your picture. Send more. Send lots.” (Insert heavy breathing here) Ah……. delete that connection immediately.

My social network presence is relatively small and private and I like it that way. Still, I get friend requests like I got from a guy I’d never heard of.  No friends in common.  I looked at his profile and the one post which was a picture of a nice looking guy.  I looked at his friend list to see if we had anyone in common; as in how did he find me?

Mystery solved.  Why, he was simply building up his list of Sues to go with his Margarets and Peggys.  I guess he was now into Peggy Sues.

I declined. It wasn’t quite as creepy as the one I got from a guy collecting Susans.  Yeah he had a long list of Susans.  So weird…………

 

 

 

 

 

 

on being “the complete” woman; are you listening, Melania?

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How are we to measure “the complete” woman-ness of ourselves?  I ask because over the years the ideals and metrics by which we measure ourselves have risen and in some standards lowered much like our ever-changing hemlines. I ask because over the years the role models and those we emulate change as well. And that can be a good thing.

And talking about role models……..Melania, Continue reading

overheard in the toilet seat aisle

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Searching out a new laundry basket, I was in close proximity to the toilet seat aisle. Like all those housey-type things are bunched together for convenience  in our shopping. It can’t be for the impulse  factor like end-of-aisle placement with these items that are less than dreamy.

I hear snickering and laughing and “toilet seat man? ya gotta be kidding” and I thought to myself we’re all just a little bit goofy about toilets and such no matter how  sophisticated we pretend to be.

Why, I feel like I’ve truly arrived in a new workplace when I discover the pooping bathroom.  You all know what I mean; the secluded bathroom away from the shared stalls where you can hunker down in a comfortable squat with the quiet of your own thoughts.

With chosen laundry basket in hand I walked around the end of the aisle and saw two young guys dressed in slouchy, baggy pants, faces sporting piercings and interesting tattoos pretty much everywhere.  Strikingly sculptured, shaved and coloured hair completed the look.  And I heard one guy say “yeah, I was at my Gramma’s last night and her fu**in’  toilet seat is cracked.  Pinched my ass! I’m gonna surprise her and buy this and put it on when I go over tomorrow”. The response from his buddy was “yeah, that’s a fu**in’ nice thing to do.”

And I smiled and thought it sure is.