Forget the shower. Singing is way better when you are on the back of a souped-up VFR on a warm sunny day, your head inside your helmet.
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas .
Who cares if it isn't Christmas and I'm not Elvis, damn I sounded good!!
And thank god no one else could hear me.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
Bow To Your Partner
It was one of those moments to cherish.
My older son is at the age - thirteen - where he is "exploring" music. Let's just say our usual Ben Harper, Bob Marley, and eclectic mix of mostly mellow melodies is being replaced with Jay-Z, Timbaland, Nelly, Fergie, Mims, Akon, etc...
Not that I mind, cuz ya know, I'm in wid that.
And it's entertaining to hear Paris ya know, get ina da me-u-sak, with arms a flailing swaying side t side rappin' like ya know, ya know, like its goin down, D-O-W-N, hit it and i'm outa here with da beat, da beat, gonna lay on some skins, JWIN. I-pod me homie like I'm William Hung. Smack that!
And that is when the moment happened.
Hey mom, want to square dance?
I still remember my square dance song from mandatory PE classes in grade five. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! still rings true and I can recite it... on an as needed basis. "Well, we all join hands, and we circle the ring..." you get the point. I gave up square-dancing as soon as the mandatory was dropped.
But this moment I wouldn't give up for front row seats to Nelly and J-T combined!
We do-si-doed, went front to back, and back to front. We laughed while swinging on elbows and sashaying down the imaginary grand chain. We wheel around and squeal around and giggle around until we promenade home.
Bow to your partner.
Thank you Paris. For the dance. For the music. For the moment.
My older son is at the age - thirteen - where he is "exploring" music. Let's just say our usual Ben Harper, Bob Marley, and eclectic mix of mostly mellow melodies is being replaced with Jay-Z, Timbaland, Nelly, Fergie, Mims, Akon, etc...
Not that I mind, cuz ya know, I'm in wid that.
And it's entertaining to hear Paris ya know, get ina da me-u-sak, with arms a flailing swaying side t side rappin' like ya know, ya know, like its goin down, D-O-W-N, hit it and i'm outa here with da beat, da beat, gonna lay on some skins, JWIN. I-pod me homie like I'm William Hung. Smack that!
And that is when the moment happened.
Hey mom, want to square dance?
I still remember my square dance song from mandatory PE classes in grade five. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! still rings true and I can recite it... on an as needed basis. "Well, we all join hands, and we circle the ring..." you get the point. I gave up square-dancing as soon as the mandatory was dropped.
But this moment I wouldn't give up for front row seats to Nelly and J-T combined!
We do-si-doed, went front to back, and back to front. We laughed while swinging on elbows and sashaying down the imaginary grand chain. We wheel around and squeal around and giggle around until we promenade home.
Bow to your partner.
Thank you Paris. For the dance. For the music. For the moment.
Polliwog and Cream Soda In Use
The word of the day on my computer is polliwog. I love that word! In use:
The boy was contemplating whether to dip his hand into the pool where hundreds of polliwogs swam like a teeming mass of vibrating dots.
On another note, the spring sun and cerulean sky warmed my heart so much today I had to stop at 7-11 for a coke and cream soda slurpee to thrust down into it. In use:
The girl was contemplating whether to thrust her hand into the slurpee where hundreds of cream soda ice crystals vibrated like a teeming mass of swimming polliwogs.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Absolut farewell
I heard a rumor. After 40 years, Absolut Vodka is stopping their famous bottle-shaped magazine ad campaigns. I may only buy vodka for visitors at Christmas time (and even then I don't think I buy Absolut), but I am a big fan of the ads, and will miss the clever compositions. Today, I found out they have a gallery of all their previous ads, sorted by campaign. Hours pass as I search through them all...
My favourite is based on places around the world.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
From my Mom, a special golf ball in my life
My Mom sent this to me today. I kinda like it:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff."
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you."
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked." It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, "there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
p.s. Note to Mom - THIS is why my house is a creative mess, most of the time!
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff."
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you."
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked." It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, "there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
p.s. Note to Mom - THIS is why my house is a creative mess, most of the time!
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