Walking away is not an option... dialogue must prevail.

"A good listener tries to understand what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but because he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with."
- Kenneth A. Wells

"I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace."
- Helen Keller

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

when television could make a difference - if only in one person

As I watched "House, M.D." this week, I was confronted with some feelings I thought I had buried deep, close to the earth's molten iron core.

My daughter and I both enjoy watching House. I love the dynamics between the characters of the show. The Chicklet likes the puzzles, and the process involved in solving them. We both appreciate his warped sense of humour.
Gregory House says outloud some of the things I refrain from saying myself. Believe me, I get in enough trouble as it is with being direct and blunt. But, as I was telling Hope this week, I don't pussy-foot around when I think people can do better and should be tough enough to suck it up and know that I bother to push only when I care. Mind you, there are some people I handle extremely gently because I know they have been through enough, and they are fragile - like a butterfly's wing.


So, back to the topic at hand... What shook me up?

ATTENTION - Here comes the spoiler, if you haven't watched and it's on your DVR... stop reading (but then you'll miss out on another very important detail about what makes me tick).

Ok?

Lawrence Kutner, one of House's team members (for those of you that don't watch) and quite possibly the most entertaining, commits suicide.

Kutner was, to me, a most beloved character. The kid (yeah, 33 is younger than me, so The Kid) was brilliant and goofy and according to House, insane. He handled being House's whipping boy with grace and humour. Some coaches ride their charges hard, so do 1st Sgts... Many people run away or turn into whiny-piny-pissy-pants in that kind of situation. And this? Is a trait I have issues with (note, there is a difference with bitching and letting aggravation show and being a whiny-wuss) But not Kutner. He showed determination, and a certain willingness to go with the flow and ride out the waves.

Or so we all thought...


Sadly, something in his life latched onto his ankle like the Kraken, that dreaded giant squid and dragged him under the surface and didn't let go. Was it memories of his parents' death when he was a child, his experience in foster care, feelings of not fitting in? The internet is now filled with hypotheses. People need to know why. They didn't see it coming.
And I think that for many survivors of suicide, but I'll speak for myself here, not knowing why... wondering what was the monster that rendered a beloved family member, friend, colleague unable to make it back to the surface in time, can haunt us for a lifetime. And there's the guilt... wondering what signs we missed, what we could have done, what we didn't do...

As distraught as I was, or more precisely, can be over an imaginary character's death, it brought back feelings of helplessness and of being abandoned after the suicide of my uncle when I was a teenager.

I saw, in the characters that were left behind, the emotions that members of my family, including me, experienced when my uncle Paul took his own life.

My mother went through the angry phase of grief pretty strongly, and being Catholics, her denial was intense. She never did accept his suicide and denied he had killed himself to her dying day. We just don't damn our souls to purgatory and the eternal fires of hell like that, no siree... not in our family.

But you know what? Apparently, we do. At least, he did.

I don't remember how I learned of his death, much less that it was at his own hand in the same manner that Kutner died. I've completely blocked out the conversation. I don't even know who told me. And I don't want to get that moment back. I gladly surrender it to the black hole we all possess, the one that can take our most painful memories and eat them.

I remember that I felt anger and then, I felt betrayed. I thought he was a coward because he didn't fight. He had left me. It took a long time for me to give up the anger. I cursed him and convinced myself he wasn't worth my tears as I had apparently not been worth his sticking around. This is sometimes easier than letting the grief take over.

Watching the unfolding story, I was once again reminded of how much pain my beloved uncle must have been in that led him to this? Suicide is final. There are no do-overs. And it does affect the world when someone let's go.

His death now serves as a learning experience for me, and reminds me that no matter how bad things get... suicide is not a solution. In a way, he gave me one of the most important survival lessons I have learned.

But I still miss his smile and kind blue eyes. He's the one I talk to when I need help getting up off my rear when I've been thrown to the ground. I'd give anything to have him back.

I hope the powers that be on "House M.D." continue to explore the aftermath. Because the ripples that come from a suicide can travel far and wide... and affect the deceased person's loved ones for a very long time, as it has me.

My daughter watched with me, and was puzzled. She, like so many fans, wondered why? This is an opportunity for me to have one of those discussions that parents dread. The goal not being explaining why, but offering that there is an alternative. To create in her an awareness that there is such a thing as suicide but that there is an alternative. She shouldn't have to learn that lesson the way I did. Maybe someday she'll be able to help someone in trouble... and slay the giant squid.

I will say, to the whiny-piny-pissy-pants babies that complained about the news media having ruined their television viewing experience by not sitting on this story and publishing the plot line before they got a chance to watch it on Hulu (could you hear the whiny tone?): get over it! This is bigger than you.

If you or a loved one needs help:

If their life is in immediate danger, call 911.

If you need to talk, either because you are contemplating suicide or have survived the loss of someone to suicide, there is help.

For information,  someone to listen, the Center for Suicide Prevention (in Canada) , the National Alliance on Mental Illness or Suicide.org are doorways to assistance.





Tuesday, April 7, 2009

throwing things together

I've been scouring the net for jobs to apply to and wasn't able to gather much for a post... but I do want to remind you that if you love dancing, my bro Travis is THE Lord of The Dancing With The Stars Reviewers *giggle*... so click on the nice kitty and go visit.
*Edited... the kitty won't link so you can visit Travis ICI


I saw this through a link posted by Katherine over at Jeff's blog and I must tip my hat to her. A most excellent torment indeed! *grin* Chicklet loved watching this and played it over and over again.

It's dancing!!!

Monday, April 6, 2009

a soldier

I posted this song another lifetime ago, on my old blog. From it, a friendship with a soldier from Great Britain began.

I post it again today, in honour of my friend Julie and her quest to honour her father.
I post it for LeeAnn, my sis and for her Matt, a proud Marine.

I post it for Airman Mom... because families should never be forgotten.

I post it for Mike, my friend from across the pond and his lovely family in thanks that he has returned home from Bahrain.
I post it for Sarge Charlie, who served valiantly.

I post it for a dragon slaying Marine, I now proudly call a friend. (Yeah, I mean you, Burke!)

I post it for Hope,  my sister in mamadom... because she's a beloved friend and ever so devoted in all she does for Milsupport.



I post it for my daughter who is proud of her grandfather and prays for peace.

And I post it for my dad... and all the veterans he lives with at the Veterans Hospital.




Lest we forget...

Sunday, April 5, 2009

slaying dragons is girlie business


I hate fairytales. Not because they propagate those moronic "must find your Prince" (although, man have I kissed a bunch of frogs to get mah Honey who is quite dashing and manly and could slay a dragon in a heartbeat - he fights fires! it's doubtless he could douse a dragon's fiery fury), but because they set us girls up for the most monumental of disappointments. 

If you open your bedroom window and sing a catchy tune, sadly, woodland animals will not heed your call and come clean your house, fix your hair (complete with fresh flowers) and make you lovely gowns.

Thankfully, despite Disney's best efforts, my Chicklet is not inclined to be a princess (anymore).


This week, as part of my mommy duties (again, no woodland animals came to assist... not even a wise owl), I had to help the girl with her homework. The assignment? Imagine yourself in the year 2060 and the dictionary will now include an entry about you. What would it be for?
There are no limits to their imagination. They can choose anything.
My daughter? Without hesitation is going to be a researcher, a Nobel Prize winning researcher, no less. Her accomplishment (aside for the awesomeness that is winning a Nobel Prize)? Finding a cure for breast cancer, after she's done doing that she'll move on to new forms of energy or maybe improved hurricane detection and alert technology... she has a lot of goals.
The best part about this assignment and watching the sparkle in her eyes was that she really has the fire and conviction that she indeed will, someday, accomplish great things.

No sitting around waiting for fairytale endings for my Chicklet. She's gonna slay those dragons herself.

But if you ARE going to listen to a Fairytale... this would be the way to do it:


Friday, April 3, 2009

life explained in pictures

They do say that a picture is worth a thousand words, don't they?

The topic is: Sex and advertising (aka using a woman's boobs to sell something...)



Are we really surprised and outraged? There's a simple reason why a woman's cleavage is naturally associated with promoting a beverage:




Of course, I? Prefer clever ads...


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Mom, can we go?"


Chicklet and I are in the car on the way to school, listening to the classic rock station (she's picky about her music and that's just another reason why she's so awesome) and we hear about this:


at The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.  One can sit at a white piano and play "Imagine", peek at as of yet unpublished pictures, in all 140 items graciously brought forth to Montreal by Yoko Ono, write peace wishes to be tied to Yoko's Peace tree... all this to commemorate a truly beautiful moment in time, the 1969 Peace Bed-in. In the spirit of Peace, admission will be free! Yay!



My Chicklet wants to go. And that? Makes my heart swell.

I understand that some people bear bad feelings for Yoko Ono and blame her for the breakup of The Beatles. But I see a woman who loved and was loved passionately, a woman that still carries that love in her heart. And shares her own Honey with us, and carries forth the message they believed in.


Love

Peace


Where are my Birkenstocks, flowing skirt and flower crown (I'm still totally gonna shave, though...)... I have to prepare.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

this crossed my mind...

I was watching the movie "Twilight" with Chicklet the other evening and it dawned on me...

Edward Cullen is like a blue Prius.

Points for whoever can figure this out.

Heh, I amuse myself... and that's all that matters.

Hey Hope... how 'bout that drink, mama?!


Monday, March 30, 2009

for Gail

Who would have known that I would make precious friends from watching a reality show... but I have.

Sadly, one of my precious and darling friends has lost her grandfather. He passed yesterday and my friend grieves. I grieve with her.

He knows how much you love him, Twinny... and I love you.

For Gail's GranPa  - May he Rest in Peace




I know how much you love this song... you have a new Angel now.

Friday, March 27, 2009

argh

I recently saw a video making fun of the Canadian military for looking at their current mission in Afghanistan and re-evaluating their resources. Too many soldiers have been wounded and killed for us to think that we can just send people out there without giving them the right tools, experienced leaders and training. It's not respectful of the legacy they've joined, nor of their families.

So Fox News? A big FUCK YOU, eh! Thank God I know better than to think all Americans are such asshats.



Lest we forget...

Thank a soldier.

Edited: OOPS, in my moment of "ARGH" I forgot to send y'all to the newest member of the blogging community. A Marine no less! *heart swells* So go on, say hi... make him feel welcome and thank him, his is a tough job. Semper Fi, darlin'!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

torn


I've been struggling with something for about a week now. It may not make any sense, I'll probably ramble... and I'm not going to re-read it and edit it to death like I do some other posts.

This is straight from the hip. Maybe if I just write it down... something will come to me.

I received a phone call a little while back from a friend. She was in tears. This always sets off my protective "I'm going to kick someone's arse" mode. Unfortunately, the more I listened, the more I came to the conclusion that my crying friend was the one deserving of a swift kick.

I've been put in the middle, between two people I care about, and in a most unfortunate way.

The crying caller had just been in a "fight" with my other friend, the heartbroken one. I was being sollicited as a referee (problem is, only one of them sollicited me).

You see, the cryer betrayed the heartbroken's trust, hence the fight. And now, by asking me to intervene and to side with her, she was betraying our mutual friend once more.

Cryer and Heartbroken have been through something together that they decided to put in the past so they could move on with their lives. It's a doozy. It was agreed by both of them that this "thing" wouldn't be revealed to anyone (have I lost you yet?).

Unfortunately, Cryer decided she needed to talk to someone about it. Which, I guess could have been ok... had she picked someone that didn't know Heartbroken, or at the very least, not identified her. But no...
I've been through this myself, and I understand Heartbroken.

What's worse is Cryer has not, in any of the conversations I've had with her or her accounts of "the confrontation", truly felt remorse. All I hear from her is "but I needed to get this off my chest, I couldn't deal with it alone". If only she recognized that it's not as much about seeking help in dealing as in revealing the other party involved. I know Heartbroken would have understood if only her involvement in this "thing" had been left out of it.
And on top of it all, I am now a second person to whom the secret has been revealed.

I know Heartbroken is hurting but since I don't want to damage this relationship that may never be salvaged any further, possibly obliterating it completely (maybe that wouldn't be all that bad... but I'm not going to do that), I can't go to her.

ARGH!

I've forgiven some serious shit in the past. Being cheated on, lied to and stolen from... and I've moved on. I leave it up to Karma. But this? This kind of betrayal, it's hard. A tough pill to swallow.

I don't feel better. This didn't help... Crap. Sorry I wasted your time.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

My kingdom for a glass of water...



... for a glass of water is life.

I'm going to save the world... with the pocket change I gather doing the laundry.

Every night before going to bed, I set a glass of water on my night stand. Just in case I wake up thirsty in the middle of the night.

Every morning, I make a pot of coffee so I can become human again or at the very least, a little less bitchy (- yes, a pot of coffee can actually do that!).

Every day, I try and drink at least two liters (roughly 8 cups) of water and other fluids as recommended by "those in the know", you know, them...

Every day, I send my Chicklet to school with a water bottle in case she's thirsty in class so she won't need a hall pass.

Every day, I make sure my dogs have water to drink. 

And all I have to do is go to the tap in my kitchen and VOILÀ!  Free water! But you see, the thing is, it's not that easy for everyone.

Globally, an estimated 125 million children under the age of five live in households without access to a safe drinking-water source. Even more people – a total of more than 2.5 billion around the world – are living without proper sanitation. (source: UNICEF)


Today is World Water Day.

Do you know what UNICEF can do with ONE dollar?

For one dollar, they can help supply a child with safe drinking water for 40 DAYS! Remember Moses and the desert? 40 days seems like an eternity when you don't have water to drink...
The beauty of it is that children that have easy access to safe drinking water don't have to walk miles and miles to fetch some and that time can be better spent going to school. THIS is how we "save the world". You never know what one of those millions of children could bring to humanity if only they had the opportunity to go to school. To survive.

Have I got your attention now? Is your imagination kicking in?

"Yeah, but Anndi,  what am I supposed to do with that dollar? How do I donate it?"

Excellent question!

There are a few ways to do it. No matter what country you live in you can donate directly to UNICEF, HERE.

Or... If you're planning to go out to dinner some time this week, check out The Tap Project:

In Canada: The Tap Project's website
In the US: The Tap Project's website

and find out. The basic gist is, there are some restaurants all over the United States and Canada that have joined the cause and this week, they encourage their patrons to donate a dollar for the "free water" they normally have access to. This money is then handed over to UNICEF. Pretty cool, huh?




So today, I'll be making a donation for every free glass of water I drink.

Join me?

And, please remember to let your government know that the water we do have should be protected. Are you listening, Mr Harper?

Friday, March 20, 2009

OPA!

Yesterday, I spent quite a few hours donating my time at Chicklet's school. It was Spring Carnival. 

Since the beginning of the school year, each class was assigned a country (a "we are the world" kind of thing). And this "people of the world" theme continued during Carnival. Country-themed activities were set up outside and classes went from one activity to the other with their "passports" (which we G.O's stamped with bingo stampers). Of course, they couldn't visit all the countries in one afternoon, so their teachers had each class' itinerary. The nice thing was: no customs, no security checkpoints, just open borders.

Just before it all began and after the "sugar house" (cabane à sucre in Quebec) themed lunch (during which I cleaned more lunch trays than I care to count) the volunteers gathered in the library with the principal (why is it I still stand up straight in the presence of a principal?) and received assignments. We had kangaroo (potato sack) races for Australia, recycling boxes on wheels/gondolas for Italy, nectar of the Gods (i.e. hot chocolate) for Mexico, etc...

Somehow, I ended up with Greece. My Papou was probably responsible for that somehow. *grin*


So, my assignment? Teach 5 classes how to dance the "sirtaki" (think Zorba the Greek). 


Ha! Not bad for a red-headed skinny lady!

I hadn't danced this since my own cousin's Big Fat Greek wedding, but you never forget. (I'm still stuffed from that day LOL). NOBODY puts on a wedding celebration like Greeks. If you haven't experienced it, I strongly recommend it. The ceremony is beautiful and the celebration afterwards is beyond compare. They have a way of making everyone feel welcome (and a little Ouzo doesn't hurt, either!) 





My thighs still hurt. But then, so do my cheeks from smiling.

We had fun.. and of all the kids I got? The first-graders ROCKED it!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Happy St Paddy's Grandma Mary



May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.






And to my Irish Brethren... especially "Uncle Gumbo" *smooch*

"May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."




Happy 250th Anniversary to the fine folk at Guinness!

Sláinte!

Monday, March 16, 2009

I think I saw my picture

on a milk carton in the bloggosphere... So, I figured I'd pop my head in and just say hi. I'm still alive. Just not feeling the blogging thing. At all.


I apologize for not reading and commenting. Although I do think of you guys a lot. I'm not really hiding... It's just Facebook is probably the most I can muster at the moment.

Chicklet and I had a wonderful trip South the first week of March.
Problem is, every time I come back I'm just sad.

I'm trying to organize my life. In doing so, I'm leaving some baggage behind. 

Coming out of a fog that started during mom's battle with cancer and really opening my eyes to many, many things and the nature of people and relationships.

I have a lot to think about still and I may start to write some of it down again. I don't know.

I appreciate all the kind wishes and sweet words on the Chicklet's birthday post. I truly do.

Remember to wear green tomorrow... or I'll have to pinch you and swat your butts with a shillelagh.

Hugs and smooches and gropes...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Happy Birthday Angel Eyes



My life changed 11 years ago, today. I met the most beautiful soul and gazed in the eyes of an angel.

Her father and I were blessed with:

10 perfect fingers...
10 perfect toes...
a cute little button nose...
a full head of dark hair...
and yummy soft cheeks.

My Sweetpea, my girl.


I've watched her take her first steps and heard her first words.
I've lived through the "I do MYSELF's" and "NONONONOs" (barely).


I've listened to her many, many, many versions of the "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes, and watched as she slept in my arms (I still watch her sometimes *sigh*).

I couldn't be prouder of her. She has a sharp mind, the curiosity of Alice in Wonderland (and her blue eyes - we're in for quite a few adventures...), a giggle and a snort that never fail to make me chuckle, a kind and thoughtful heart and some day she'll accomplish great things (like become head of the United Nations or raise her own little chicklets).


I can't say I'm ready for the pre-teens... not by a long shot. But time waits for no mother.

Soon enough I'll be at wits end with requests for cell phones (this has already started...) and "Mom, I NEED my driver's permit... "


and raids in my shoe closet... (this too has already started *sigh* - she'll be stealing my Guess wedges any day now)


My only wish is that she continues to stay true to herself. She has an awesome sense of what is good and right and I know she'll be just fine.

Go on, little wing, explore...


Discover new worlds...



Solve the mysteries of life...



But remember to bring your cape when you head out to save the world.







Bonne Fête mon trésor. Je t'aime.


"We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves"
- May Lamberton Becker

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

it's great when our kids make it easier...

In my last post I shared with you one of the questions I'm bombarded with on a regular basis by my entirely too curious girl.

Thankfully, a blogger did my dirty work for me. He's a lot braver than I am. There's no way I would Google the word panties, you just never know what will pop up. Thanks John, you are a prince among men!

So, he found out that panties comes from pantaloons and those used to come in two parts... one for each leg, kind of like chaps (which as Turnbaby knows, are always assless). I told Chicklet about this and she gagged.

The very cool thing about my almost 11 year old is she has quite the modest streak.

Case in point, a while ago, mah Honey was coming to spend some time with us and there is a picture of Chicklet in our bathroom. It's of her taking a bath *gasp* nekkid! She left the picture.. but provided some, um, well... see for yourselves:



Our boy dog has to leave the room when she gets dressed or undressed so he won't see her ladybits.

So the "kissies are gross" combined with this, I'm hoping I'll be safe from boys causing trouble for a few years yet. Of course, just in case... I have a backup plan *evil grin* oh, gotta go... the acid vat is being delivered.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

when Google just isn't an option...

It was inevitable...

My daughter sat in the car one morning this past week as I was driving her to school and asked me the mother of all questions.

It took some fancy hemming and hawing and finally I broke down and said I just didn't know...

"Mom, why do they call it a pair of panties?"

You know, I'm kind of scared to Google that... for reals.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

If I ever leave this world Alive...

or, when it hits you where it hurts.....



I do pretty well, most of the time.

But I just kicked myself in the teeth today.

You know how one smell can take you back to your past? For example, I often bring a shirt mah Honey wore then gave me (apparently we look good in their shirts even, or especially when they don't fit) when we get to spend time together so he'll wear it and I can bring his scent home with me. It makes me feel close to him.

Well, today, after taking Chicklet to school I did the grocery shopping I wanted to do this weekend but had to give up on because of a mean headache (getting too many of those lately).

My girl loves ham. It's one of those things my mom made for her and she misses her grandmother's baked ham (so do I).

So as I picked up what was needed for this week's meals, I grabbed a small ham. Chicklet has been working hard at school lately, really trying to get herself organized and she deserves a treat.

Once I'd put everything away in the fridge and pantry I heard: "Now you've gone and done it!"

"What did I do now?"

"You realize you can't waste that ham... you are going to have to cook it."

"oh yeah... crap!"

"yeah... good luck, chica!"

I racked my brain... "How did she make that?" Because this? Is one of those recipes she never wrote down. I mean how hard can it be to cook a damn ham.

"Hello! Clueless!!!"

"Go online, maybe you'll figure out how she used the beer, cloves and all that other stuff."

"How did our mothers and grandmothers manage before the interwebz? I will never know."

I found a recipe that looked like the odds and ends I have floating around my head, bits of memories veiled behind a slightly fluttering opaque curtain. Glimpses slowly revealed if you wait for the breeze.

I rubbed some dry mustard on it, poked some cloves in, drizzled maple syrup and beer on it and added some pineapple and stuffed it into the oven.

And now, the house smells just like it did when Mom was here. *sigh*



Beagle snuggles help.

Monday, February 2, 2009

thank goodness for typing...

First of all...


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (thankfully, when I type this it doesn't hurt my throat)


Congratulations to THE STEELERS!!! WORLD CHAMPIONS!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!




You may wonder... (and if you don't HA! I'm still gonna tell you) why does a girl from Montreal root for THE STEELERS!!WORLD CHAMPIONS!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ?

I'm sorry. I can't seem to mention "you know who" without letting out a big WHOOP! *giggle*





So, why Anndi? Why did you root for THE STEELERS!!WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ? Well, I'm gonna tell yinz *giggle*. I know my buddy Gail knows... We had that discussion yesterday afternoon on the interwebz. She calls it: the LOYALTY CARD.

This IS a loyalty issue. Mah Honey, the dude that rocks my world, originates from the greater Pittsburgh area. My life changed in Pittsburgh a few years back when he walked into my life, all handsome-like and tall and blue-eyed and yummy. It's where we met. It's where he gave me the first kiss that ever curled my toes. No one has ever, in my whole life, managed that (and he still does *sigh*).

My friend Gail and I had fun online yesterday during the game. She picked the Arizona Cardinals cause she thinks their QB is cute... *giggle* I kid, she only discovered that after watching them a while *giggle*. She picked them because she wanted to root for a fairytale team, and that's a good enough reason for me. Besides, it made it fun and friendly.

The Cards played an awesome game. They believed in themselves, managed to capture the imagination of legions (including my friend Gail - she's so cute) and that's a great thing. They set a goal for themselves, not to beat the other team.. but to win and be the best they have ever been. It's semantics to some, but it's attitude to me. It's also how I choose to look at life.



The players have quite an inspiration in their QB Kurt Warner who won the NFL Walter Peyton Man of The Year award for his outstanding work off the field.
``When people look back at my career, I want them to see a fierce competitor. But more importantly, I want to be remembered for my consistency of character.'' - said Mr Warner


Indeed we will, sir. Young children can look to you as a role model not only for your skills as a football player but also your graciousness and character. Refreshing, really.

My friend's pick got me thinking though... about the whole underdog/fairytale team phenomenon. It's quite fascinating.

Do we do it because of all the stories we've heard as a child? Is it because we don't identify with the successful top seed? We see ourselves as "the little guy" and if they can make it, maybe we have a shot at that coveted *insert dream here*?

I still remember watching and cheering for Eddie "The Eagle" Edwards during the '88 Calgary Olympics. Many people thought his presence at the Olympics belittled the caliber of the other athletes and it actually led to a change in the rules. But I found it refreshing. The dude LOVED skying and just wanted to "do his best" and break his country's record (which he did). And although I am not British and he didn't represent my country, there was something endearing about him. He WAS the little engine that.. well, that tried. I watched him and thought: "it's not just about the medal".

We are all faced with our own personal struggles, not all of them are life and death struggles... but they are important to us and I expect when an "underdog" a "Cinderella" wins, it gives us hope.

What better reason to root for someone? Well, except kisses that curl your toes *wink*.

Oh and Bruce Springsteen ROCKED!



The commercials? WE don't get them live here in Canada (CRTC... a POX ON YOU!)

But, these stuck for very personal reasons...

Emigrating horses...



Horses in love... awwwwwww!



Being on the ass side of a job... THAT made me laugh.


I've been on the ass side of a few things lately. And not in the good way. But I'm changing that, little by little. One ass at a time.

DISCLAIMER: I don't moderate comments as a rule, but any trash talking of EITHER team will cause your comment to be deleted and you will be banned from further comments. PERMANENTLY. Win gracefully, lose graciously... do your favs proud.