Time Management
This just in from the tooth police: apples have juices that can harm your teeth. So, do not eat apples all day long, a bit at a time, but once a day. Then, wait an hour and brush your teeth. The part of this that really resonates is ‘wait an hour’. I need to set my cell phone alarm and clean my teeth sometime later on?
In the last six months I have been admonished to not only take better care of my fangs, but also, of all things, my vacuum cleaner! Yep, gotta wipe it gently with a soft cloth inside and out after use. A soft cloth. And give it a new bag every two weeks. To suck up my dust and loose popcorn, plus stray oatmeal bits!
Ok, what else? There’s the lenses, which need 25 seconds of careful application of specialty cleaner before being treated to a refreshing stream of lukewarm water and placed in a specialty storage solution.
And my clothes, those expensive H & M duds that do me proud: some are now coming with tags about a metre long detailing the care instructions! And of course, there’s the old standby, the car: this needs seasonal treats and treatments plus lots of expensive fuel, plus insurance and mais oui, roadside insurance too, for those times when my Dentster is not capable of performing.
God knows what I should be doing for my computer. Or maybe the keyboard? For my cell phone, the battery needs juicing up, but not too much and please remove the juice-giver from the wall socket, because, after all, we have to conserve the energy.
I figure I need about a 38 hour day to maintain my life in anything resembling tip top status. So for now, I’m sorry to say, I will continue with the standard daily tooth hygiene. But I will try to eat my apples more judiciously. Or deliciously: for today at least.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Busy Busy Busy
Time Management
This just in from the tooth police: apples have juices that can harm your teeth. So, do not eat apples all day long a, bit at a time, but have one a day. Then, wait an hour and brush your teeth. The part of this that really resonates is ‘wait an hour’. So I need to set the alarm on my cell phone and clean my teeth sometime later on.
In the last six months I have been admonished to not only take better care of my fangs, but also, of all things, my vacuum cleaner! Yep, gotta wipe it gently with a soft cloth in and out after use. A soft cloth. And give it a new bag every two weeks. To suck up my dust and loose popcorn, plus stray oatmeal bits?
Ok, what else? There’s the lenses, which need 25 seconds of careful application of specialty cleaner before being treated to a refreshing stream of luke warm water and placed in a specialty storage solution.
And my clothes, those expensive H & M duds that do me proud: some are now coming with tags about a metre long detailing the care instructions! And of course, there’s the old standby, the car: this needs seasonal treats and treatments plus lots of expensive fuel, plus insurance and mais oui, roadside insurance too, for those times when my Dentster is not capable of performing.
God knows what I should be doing for my computer. Or maybe the keyboard? For my cell phone, the battery needs juicing up, but not too much and please remove the juice-giver from the wall socket, because, after all, we have to conserve the energy.
I figure I need about a 38 hour day to maintain my life in anything resembling tip top status. So for now, I’m sorry to say, I will continue with the 2x daily tooth hygiene. But I will try to eat my apples more judiciously. Or deliciously: for today at least.
This just in from the tooth police: apples have juices that can harm your teeth. So, do not eat apples all day long a, bit at a time, but have one a day. Then, wait an hour and brush your teeth. The part of this that really resonates is ‘wait an hour’. So I need to set the alarm on my cell phone and clean my teeth sometime later on.
In the last six months I have been admonished to not only take better care of my fangs, but also, of all things, my vacuum cleaner! Yep, gotta wipe it gently with a soft cloth in and out after use. A soft cloth. And give it a new bag every two weeks. To suck up my dust and loose popcorn, plus stray oatmeal bits?
Ok, what else? There’s the lenses, which need 25 seconds of careful application of specialty cleaner before being treated to a refreshing stream of luke warm water and placed in a specialty storage solution.
And my clothes, those expensive H & M duds that do me proud: some are now coming with tags about a metre long detailing the care instructions! And of course, there’s the old standby, the car: this needs seasonal treats and treatments plus lots of expensive fuel, plus insurance and mais oui, roadside insurance too, for those times when my Dentster is not capable of performing.
God knows what I should be doing for my computer. Or maybe the keyboard? For my cell phone, the battery needs juicing up, but not too much and please remove the juice-giver from the wall socket, because, after all, we have to conserve the energy.
I figure I need about a 38 hour day to maintain my life in anything resembling tip top status. So for now, I’m sorry to say, I will continue with the 2x daily tooth hygiene. But I will try to eat my apples more judiciously. Or deliciously: for today at least.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A Salute to Art and Artists!
Art for Art’s Sake
Who would think of taking the toy poodle, symbol of everything too cute and chi chi and making it an icon for oneself? Three artists, calling themselves General Idea and working as a non-ego driven collective over several decades are the basis of a two floor exhibit at the AGO and their efforts amused and astounded me. And yes, they mocked themselves as poodles. The entire exhibit, from the paint dipped blue poodle ears to the heraldry, is definitely smile inducing, even when coupled with skulls and X’s to invoke the killer potency of AIDS, the scourge that killed two of these genius young men. But as I watched and read about their concepts such as the Miss General Idea Beauty Pageant, unorthodox in the extreme, what struck me about General Idea was the fact that they were able to work together, creating everything from wallpaper to pasta art, and never once take individual credit for a piece or an inspiration. They worked side by side for years and the volume of their output appears prodigious and massive.
As I wandered from display to display, I was knocked out by the courage that they, and all artists, have, putting themselves in the world’s face, not becoming bankers or insurance salesmen/women, but fearlessly taking brush to paper (or spaghetti to canvas) to amuse, annoy, stimulate, instruct and inspire.
The whole AGO and all galleries everywhere are filled with the stunning or even mundane creations of artists who delivered up their souls for the rest of the world. Bravo!
And I want to give a shout out to my fellow blogger Annie English, who is tirelessly exploring TO in her Day in the Life of A Torontonian, http://torontohappenings.blogspot.com/ letting us see inside her head at what she likes, feels, tastes, smells and hears. Hey Annie – tell me more! I will wait to see what you thought of the AGO’s General Idea Exhibit. I don’t know if we agree, but let’s get it out there, as a form of art too!
Who would think of taking the toy poodle, symbol of everything too cute and chi chi and making it an icon for oneself? Three artists, calling themselves General Idea and working as a non-ego driven collective over several decades are the basis of a two floor exhibit at the AGO and their efforts amused and astounded me. And yes, they mocked themselves as poodles. The entire exhibit, from the paint dipped blue poodle ears to the heraldry, is definitely smile inducing, even when coupled with skulls and X’s to invoke the killer potency of AIDS, the scourge that killed two of these genius young men. But as I watched and read about their concepts such as the Miss General Idea Beauty Pageant, unorthodox in the extreme, what struck me about General Idea was the fact that they were able to work together, creating everything from wallpaper to pasta art, and never once take individual credit for a piece or an inspiration. They worked side by side for years and the volume of their output appears prodigious and massive.
As I wandered from display to display, I was knocked out by the courage that they, and all artists, have, putting themselves in the world’s face, not becoming bankers or insurance salesmen/women, but fearlessly taking brush to paper (or spaghetti to canvas) to amuse, annoy, stimulate, instruct and inspire.
The whole AGO and all galleries everywhere are filled with the stunning or even mundane creations of artists who delivered up their souls for the rest of the world. Bravo!
And I want to give a shout out to my fellow blogger Annie English, who is tirelessly exploring TO in her Day in the Life of A Torontonian, http://torontohappenings.blogspot.com/ letting us see inside her head at what she likes, feels, tastes, smells and hears. Hey Annie – tell me more! I will wait to see what you thought of the AGO’s General Idea Exhibit. I don’t know if we agree, but let’s get it out there, as a form of art too!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Perfection!
Fleeting Beauty
My family is gorgeous! Jenn is a luscious redhead with a killer figure and legs to here. Gerry, or Le Marquis de Mason, as we like to call him, has a smile that can light up a room and it’s genuine. Me, I am the quintessential mousy brown haired standard femme, a tad on the dumpy side. In my exercise gear I look like five pounds of sugar in a two pound bag, and I smile a lot too.
This week, however, I’ve been renovated! I have a new front tooth, courtesy of the same dentist who works on tennis player Francesca Schiavone when she’s in town. My hair, of which there is lots, has been highlighted to give it some pow factor and brighten it up. I have applied the latest non-medical skin cream, something that promises to have results, ‘instantly’. There have been two ‘instants’ so I’m glowing confidently like Madonna on a date.
My clothes are pressed, having been carefully selected for the occasion, a family photo shoot, and I am READY. In fact we’re all about as photogenic and truly lovely as we ever get. Jenn and Gerry are immaculate and I am pretty much sparkling too. My biggest fear, as I await my closeup? Please, please, don’t let me peak too soon!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Fanilow Flaxperson
Moonlight, Stage Lights, Anonymity and Bliss
I was hoarse and happy on Saturday morning– I’d sung my heart out, cheered and yelled as I danced, swayed and blissed out at the Barry Manilow concert at the Rexall Centre the night before. Open air stadium concerts are the best! You can let it rip, and no one else can see you, hear you or cares as you immerse yourself into the moment. Stand, sit, lean, move, dance, sit-dance, sing, chant and feel the goose bumps in complete abandon.
I have always been a bit shy to say I like Barry Manilow. But I love him. As the concert started, I wondered if it would be a caricature of his best moments, decades old, as he sprang around the stage blazing at us from the jumbotrons. Maybe I would have been as well off watching a tribute band. But no, it was magic. He talks and all his stories seem genuine and heartfelt and fascinating. When he sang from his new album, 15 Minutes, it was golden too! Of course the highlights were the oldies and those blew me away. Along with thousands of swaying screaming like-minded Fanilows!
Someone told me that I should buy the album and skip the concert. Was that your thought? Why drive to hell and back again to see this live? Because it was LIVE! I am proud that I love music and all types of singing, dancing and celebration. They were piping in Lady Gaga at the start and the fans were loving that too! It was a joyous night and man, or Manilow, I am so glad I was part of it!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Smile and Breathe
A person may have some issues with reason. Dealing with the occasional lapse is easy if you remember one important axiom. Men are always dumb and he has probably done a ton of other dumb stuff over the years. It’s no biggie.
Say for example, he were to dump a bag of garbage on the dining room floor (not what happened but close). Time to explode right? Or even more likely, if this is your significant other, you will sink into despair! Oh woe! Life sucks I can’t cope, ad infinitum, right? Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong and wrong again!
This is probably the same person who attempted to insure his work vehicle by pretending it was your car and using your name? Am I getting warm? Or got so blasted on the day before your wedding he had to be wheeled into the chapel on a gurney. Yes?
So clean up the mess, give him a hug and get on with the day. It might be a woman, so tell her she looks pretty and stop fretting. Smile, breathe and above all stay sane yourself. Happy Friday!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Ahhhhhhhhhh delicious!
Save Save Save Save Your Money
Major revelation in a financial tweet: skipping your morning coffee could save you $750 a year. Why didn’t I think of that? What will I do with my windfall?
These types of scrimpy suggestions always annoy me. I love to go for coffee and I love to treat others too. It’s a major pleasure! You are out, in a buzzing atmosphere enjoying a buzzing caffeine dose, laced with milk, sugar or both. You’re interacting with the world, seeing the sun and the news of the day courtesy daily freebees or regular publications. Moi? I usually buy for my daughter or my husband or one of my buds. Or they might treat me. Money is changing hands, a bunch of people have jobs, and we all smile, A lot! It’s the start of a fresh day, and I have a very welcome treat to enjoy and someone to enjoy it with me.
Or I could stay home and watch those pennies mount up. Maybe I could actually store the funds as pennies and run my fingers through them, daily. With enough savings I could do something truly worthwhile. Or else I could have one massive penny pile for fun in the am.
No! That tweeter is a twit! I am loving my morning coffee and NOT going to stop any time soon! Care to join me?
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