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Yule Blog – And Just Like That, It’s Over

It’s Boxing Day morning. I’ve been awake for hours. I never sleep anymore. I’m always waking when it’s still pitch dark outside, a side effect combination of going to the gym early, insomnia, and a mild depression. Awake, alert, and mindful of what’s in my head. I crawled out of bed a few hours ago while Husband slumbered and snored. The cat and I watched a Hallmark movie together, one that allowed tears to well in my eyes, until the Husband got up and we finished it together.

But in my solitude of the morning, I thought back to Christmases gone by; to the days when I was a kid and Christmas Day and Boxing Day were spent visiting family, traveling from house to house to house. We had grandparents and lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins on both sides. We made our rounds of visits, taking a toy or two with us, seeing what Santa brought everyone, snacking on treats, although my brother and I were usually gorged on chocolate or candy, and playing with the other kids. We’d often get home after dark, which, could have been 5pm or 11pm, have turkey dinner leftovers, and settle in for the night.

But, now that we’re grown, those visits have stopped. Yesterday, Husband and I lounged around after we opened gifts, we watched a movie, had a hot tub date, made food to take for Christmas dinner, and basically relaxed for a few hours before the chaos began.

Mid-afternoon, we headed to my parents’ home early to have Christmas with them and my brother’s family (aka opening presents) before we had our big Christmas dinner. The chaos is less and less as my nephews are getting older. I miss the days of them being itty bitty, running around with excitement and squealing with glee as I tickled them and tossed them in the air, or as they opened their gifts. Teenagers know no joy.

Instead of visits with oodles of family today on Boxing Day, here I am, writing my memoir, contemplating going to the gym, tidying up, and allowing myself to be somewhat lazy – for the time being.


Yule Blog – Christmas Eve

It’s so late. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m tired out. I’ve been up since about 6am. I’ve had a full day. Husband and I had to run to the mall this morning for a few last minute items, and once we returned, I was just on the go-go-go. I made two kinds of fudge, two candy cane pies, cleaned up my horrid mess, threw on laundry, jumped in my hot tub for a quick 15, then showered and began the process of getting ready for the evening. While I air-dried my hair, I wrapped about a billion presents and loaded them into the car, and under the tree.

Once ready, we headed to my parents’ house for traditional Christmas Eve dinner with my family. It was a quick evening. Back in the day, Christmas Eve meant church, two sets of grandparent visits with tons of aunts, uncles, and cousins on both sides. There was always a lot of chaos and laughter and food and fun. We kids would be wound for sound but would fight off our parents when it was time to go home. Of course, we had to go. We knew Santa was on the way and we needed to be home and tucked away in bed, asleep, in order for his visit.

The drives home we often quiet, as we struggled to keep our eyes open. I have no idea what the average time was when we would eventually leave, but it always felt so late – as if we played into the wee hours of the morning. It might have only been 10 o’clock, but I never knew. I just knew I was up way past my bedtime and would sleep like a rock that night.

Christmas Eves are different now. But my parents have kept the tradition of hosting the same Christmas Eve dinner we’ve always indulged in, my nephews are getting older, but they’re still capable of hugging and laughing and agitating each other. There’s lots of noise, not noise like when I was growing up, but still the noise of stories and laughter and arguing (because it’s not Christmas unless someone argues). And I’m still fighting to keep my eyes open. Even as I sit here typing, with Home Alone playing in the background. My lids are getting heavy and I know Santa is on his way. It feels like I’ve played again into the wee hours of the morning. But it’s not yet midnight.

Merry Christmas.

Yule Blog – Winery Light Tour

It’s a little after 7 Christmas Eve morning and I’ve gotten my wish of sipping liquid gold in front of my glowing Christmas tree. There’s a Christmas movie playing in the background, I’m not really paying attention to it. We were fortunate enough to not lose power. But I’m certain enough of the province is scrambling without lights and heat and trying to figure out what they’ll now do for Christmas dinner. I’m hoping the damage is minimal.

Earlier this week I had a mini adventure with Ames. Benjamin Bridge, a local winery, has had a beautiful light display for the month. It’s free. You can stop inside the winery and grab yourself a glass of wine (the Riesling is delish!) or hot chocolate or cider, and then tour the grounds. There are outside firepits set upon cobblestone ground, dining tables outside directly underneath blazing heaters, or you can roam inside to tour the winery, the shop, or to sit and sip. Bring your own snacks and delight in the atmosphere.

Amy and I had a fun little tour and I’m so glad we went. The next day, a group of work friends were planning to go. I was still on the fence about going because, well, I’d just been there the night before. But I had complete FOMO. So I talked another Fencer into going. We made a pinky promise to leave by a certain time. And we had a fantastic time. With no FOMO.

My heart needed the uplifting. It was a fun few nights. And my friends are pretty fantastic. We indulged in each other’s company, we laughed, we sipped, we gobbled up snacks, and we toasted to each other. Clink. Cheers.


Yule Blog – Tibbs Eve

Happy Christmas Eve Eve.

It’s late-ish Friday night, the night before Christmas Eve. It’s been a long day. In fact, it’s been a long week. I’m exhausted. I’ve had a busy day – and week. As usual, I was up at 5am to hit the gym before moving onto work. Our office closed at noon (and we did the least amount of work possible), I left at noon, I got home at . Did I mention it was a long day?

But, I got my hair done, I got to spend time with cousins and a puppy, I got ALL my Christmas shopping (and some grocery shopping) finished; wrapped presents, had a date with my husband, and now, here I am, hunkering down; trying to unwind. Here in Nova Scotia we are having some sort of hurricane, unusual for this time of year, normally we’d be having a snowstorm. But, this Tibbs Eve the winds are blowing and the rains are coming down with a vengeance. There are already tons of people without power, and our lights just flickered.

This week has been so much better than the last few; aside from one bad day, I’ve been feeling a tad better than I have been. My friends have embraced me, trying to heal me, not giving me the time to feel the ache in the pit of my stomach or the wrench of my heart. My week has been very fulfilled and that, in itself, has been a gift of Christmas.

Tomorrow is a big day. Bigger than Christmas. Tomorrow will bring excitement and busyness and stress. I know it’s coming. It will be there when I wake up in the morning. Thankfully, I don’t have to get up and hit the gym or go to work. My goal for tomorrow morning is to linger in sleep as long as I can (I had difficulty sleeping this week and I look forward to an uninterrupted slumber), and when I decide to haul my lazy butt out of bed, I want to spend part of my morning in front of the glow of my Christmas tree, sipping my coffee, and being present in the solitude of the morning before Christmas.

I know that eventually, I’ll have plenty to do – finish wrapping presents, getting the house in order, preparing food, and getting ready for Christmas Eve festivities.

But, in the morning, before the rest of the world (or household) is stirring, I just want to be alone with my tree, leaving my thoughts behind, and letting go of my heavy heart. Just me, my tree, and the silence of the morning before Christmas.


Cranberry Butter

A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to make something Christmassy.  The idea popped into my head one morning, and I gave it a quick thought and came up with Cranberry Butter.  Wait.  Is that even a thing?  I’ve made pumpkin butter in the past, and I’ve heard of apple butter.  But cranberry butter?  

So I kept it on my radar and did some Googling here and there over the weeks.  None of the recipes I stumbled upon were quite what I was looking for.  I wanted something simple and light, nothing too decadent or rich in calories (some recipes call for a ton of actual butter and that is not what I wanted), that would pair well in the morning with toast, or to dip apple slices in.  So, I came up with my own self-sufficing recipe and it turned out perfectly.

Cranberries (pureed)

Apple sauce

Chinese Spice (clove, cinnamon, star anise…some other things)

A Squeeze of orange and 

A little orange zest

Throw everything in a pot and bring to a boil.  Once it boils, reduce heat and continue cooking (and stirring) for 10 minutes.  Reduce to simmer and allow ingredients to thicken. 

The Air Out There

We are two days away from Halloween – and I just can’t get in the mood.

Every year I look forward to October (my favorite month!) and to Fall and to Halloween. But this year, I’m just not feeling any of it.

I have been extremely sleep deprived lately; having another onset of insomnia episodes. I’ll fall asleep fairly easily, most of the time, but waking up as early as 1am, without the ability to get back to sleep. My mind reels, and then I get angry, and I lay there. Wide Awake, waiting to get up and start my damn day. And with the sleep deprivation comes emotional roller coasters. It’s terrible. I don’t feel like myself a lot of the time; and the last few days I’ve been going through a depression that 100% got the best of me yesterday. I cried off and on for most of the day, to the point I was sobbing in a restaurant (which resulted in our server asking twice if she could give me a hug), sobbing in my car in the parking lot of a grocery store, sobbing in my bathtub, and sobbing in my husband’s arms. On top of sobbing at work and having minor meltdowns throughout the day. Last night, however, I had a few glasses of wine with a girlfriend after work, and then taking a few sleeping pills before bed. I slept about 10 hours, with the exception of a 5am wide awake, staring at walls session, before drifting back off. My body and mind needed the recoup.

That’s who I’ve been lately. That’s not who I am normally. And it’s affecting my outlook on everything, including my love and excitement of Halloween.

We have also been experiencing an Indian Summer of sorts ’round these parts, with warm weather and humidity, and it hasn’t felt too much like autumn weather this month. With the exception of today. This morning we woke to frosty lawns and air so cold we could see our breath. And of course, the sunshine and changing colors of trees and falling leaves have all left us with the impression of a regular October, for the most part, it’s felt like an extension of summer, complete with mosquitos.

I haven’t even participated in any spooky movies for October. Although, we did watch the new Halloween a few days ago and it sucked terribly. Honestly, whose idea was that? I was rooting for Michael Myers this time.

But yesterday. Let me tell you about yesterday morning. When I left my gym shortly after 7 am, I came outside to darkness, as the sun struggled to come up, and as I walked to my car, I took a deep, long inhale and it smelled like Christmas! The air was crispy, but not cold, and I could taste cool December and cloves and chimney smoke. And I am so entirely in the mood for Christmas. I cannot wait to start watching Hallmark movies and decorating and sharing glasses of spiced wine while sugar cookie candles burn. Maybe Christmas is what I need to bring me out of this funk that I feel I have fallen so deep into. I crave the noise of carols playing while we roam streets, and the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, and the crowds of people who walk by smiling while struggling to balance their bags of presents and food.

I cannot wait to be in it. To be in the air of Christmas and the full fledge of holidays. I am not looking forward to cold weather and wearing boots (and pants!) and having cold toes all the time. But I am eager to become overjoyed with the abundance of love and gratefulness that oncoming Christmas makes me feel.

The air out there changes me. And I am desperate to breathe it in.

Christmas Yule Blog – Part 4

We are supposed to be at a Christmas party tonight. But, Covid has us stayin’ at home. Our numbers are rising here in Nova Scotia, and the new variant is kickin’ our butts.

So, instead of our Jingalingin’, I’m touching up my roots, preparing to watch a movie with the hubs, and thought that, while my color is processing, I’d Blog about my recent adventures.

I had yesterday off, which worked out well because it gave me the opportunity to get out and get some shopping done. I met with my friend Velvet in a nearby town. (All our little towns are connected and are usually a hop, skip, or a jump away. Its when we travel to the City that we actually have to travel any distance.) We decided right away to hit this little local coffee house, North Mountain Coffee (https://www.northmountaincoffee.com/) , for a holiday drink. I had a peppermint mocha and she had a hot apple cider (which she ended up spilling all over her later in the day.). North Mountain Coffee is local to Berwick and is family owned and operated. It’s a sweet little gem of a place.

Once we grabbed our drinks, we walked up the street to a big discount store. It’s a bit of an eyesore, but I always seem to find at least one little treasure in there each year. And this year was no exception. I found a gift that I know will knock it out of the park. After a bit of shopping, we roamed across the street for lunch at the Union Street Cafe. If you’ve been a long-time reader of this blog, you will recognize the Union Street as a place I frequented years ago for weekend drinks and entertainment. Although ownership has changed (it was formerly run by my friend Jenny and her family), the atmosphere remains unique and the food is always delightful.

After lunch, we continued down the street to another local treasure. Market Between the Mountains (https://www.marketbetweenthemountains.ca/) is a magical place I have heard about for a few years, but never managed to visit. Until Friday. And oh my! What a spectacular treat.

I am a sucker for bath bombs and candles, so this Market is right up my alley. But they have so much more than that.

They have hand crafted soaps, bath and shower bombs, beard oil (and entire lines of men’s grooming products), candles, jewelry, jams, local candies and hot drink mixes, clothing, ornaments, souvenirs, purses and bags, wedding stuff, wine glasses, and so many other unique gifts. I managed to get a few gifts – and maybe something for myself. Check out their Facebook site or their webpage (https://www.marketbetweenthemountains.ca/).

We checked out a few other locations and I met a man on or travels. He asked me if I’ve been good this year and we had a good chuckle.

After a few more stops, we decided it was time to head onto our separate ways. All in all, it was a fun little local adventure.

OH! I almost forgot. I found out Friday that I won second place in my office’s Ugly Sweater Contest.

This fuzzy sweater has jingle bells, lights, tinsel, flashing icicles, a snow globe, a mittens clip, a partridge in a pear tree, decorations, and a Christmas stocking – which holds a full bottle of wine (tied with a bow).


Christmas Yule Blog – Part 3

Last week was the Annual Acadia Craft Expo in Wolfville, Nova Scotia (home of Acadia University). As always, Amy (Applehoe) and I had our standing date to tour the fair together. We have done this every year for years; usually planning on getting tipsy on all the booze samples, and spending way too much money. It’s always fun and always worth the day (and money) spent.

The craft fair is situated in and about the Acadia Arena and usually people are shoulder to shoulder. Covid really hadn’t changed that that much. Maybe not quite shoulder to shoulder this year, but shoulder, small gap, shoulder. Although I always tote how I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas, I really don’t like crowds. But I’ve done well at these craft fairs….I haven’t punched anyone yet. So yeah, I’ve done well.

I promise it’s a lot more throat-punchy inducing when it’s loaded with people

Amy and I switched things up a little this year and arrived before lunch. We usually go early afternoon and come out after dark. But, we went in early and came out with the sun still shining. We roamed our regular route, stopping at our favorite vendors, and trying new.

Two of my favorite purchases (aside from the above) this year were maple butter and wine. First of all, have you had maple butter? I had not. I am from Nova Scotia and I had not had maple butter until last week.

This is a game changer. O.M.G!!!!

This sweet, creamy butter is mouth watering and delicious on its own or as a condiment. You can buy this particular brand (and many more other products, including maple infused chocolates!) here https://www.newville.ca/shop

We each also bought some wine from the friendliest woman we’ve ever met. I love wine and I like to have at least a bottle laying around, always. Even though I’m not a big drinker, I like to have a glass here and there. Especially at Christmas. And Nova Scotia has a multitude of wineries and vineyards, so it’s always exciting to try a new local.

I can’t wait to try this!

Some of our other favorite vendors who we’ve purchased from over the years:

There are always beautiful crafts and jewelry and art work. I have picked up some lovely gifts over the years (and kept my share). I fell in love with these butterfly earrings this year. Although, I didn’t purchase them.

Some of the craftsmanship is so exquisite

And there are always new vendors and new things to see.


So Close

I always feel so inspired in October to write about Halloween and Fall, and in November to start writing about Christmas and all the holiday festivities. It’s my favorite time of year (although I always long for the summer sun and a tan), and I can almost always find something to write about. And so here I am.

Now since Remembrance Day has officially passed us, I can fully admit that I’ve been watching Hallmark Christmas movies already. Y’know, I used to hate them…the sap, the goofy storylines. But now, I appreciate them and I look forward to them. My friends have been watching too so I know I’m not alone in the viewing. In fact, my dear Aunt Donda has decided to start hosting a weekly Hallmark movie night. And, although I live an hour and a half away now, I am determined to indulge with her – if even only virtually. I am looking forward to those upcoming Wednesday nights.

And thank goodness for the channels that play the Hallmark movies On Demand. Between that and YouTube, I can maneuver through pretty much all the gems this season. Including one old favorite – Christmas Under Wraps. A Candace Cameron Bure gem from 2014. It’s pretty much the first Hallmark movie I’d seen and I have watched it every year since. It’s not perfect, and some parts are really, REALLY lame, but I like it.

via Hallmark

This week kicks off the first of many Christmas festivities ’round these parts, and I’m super excited. I have a very busy weekend planned and I can’t wait to start sharing my Yule Blog again.

There have been so many moments over the years that have left a landmine mark in my heart when it comes to Christmas: Going late night shopping with my cousin Tanya in the City and stuffing our faces with Chinese takeout at the end of a very long night; my annual Christmas party; cocktails with friends while we’re dressed like we’re headed to the junior high prom; staff parties (which, I’m sure Covid-19 has put another stupid damper on that!); baking and mulling wine and cider, and rocking out to Christmas albums while wrapping presents and driving from here to there.

I’m very much a traditionalist, and now I’m married…..an old ball-and-chain….and I’m looking forward to creating new traditions, while holding onto the old as much as I can.


Coping with Covid

How is everyone’s isolation going?  This week hasn’t been too bad.  Especially since missing our wedding this past weekend, I am doing fairly well.

I must say that my first few weeks of isolation were not great for my mental health.  I’m too much of an extrovert and social butterfly (duh) to be kept from the rest of the world.  But, thankfully, I have wonderful people in my life and I am getting by and struggling a little less.

I have been teaching my boot camps and personal training via Zoom and other social media video platforms and that has been going pretty fantastic.  I’ve also been doing my own fitness thing – working out, running, walking, participating in a new 60 day challenge.  I’ve been reading – I finished John Grisham’s recent book and started a Candace Cameron book.   I’ve been engaging in some really great conversations.  We’ve been watching some really bad movies thanks to Prime and Netflix.  I mean seriously bad…so dumb, so lame.  I’ve been packing.  I’ve been snuggling with my cat a lot.  Thankfully she snuggles back.

I’ve been having weird nightmares since isolation began.  I’ve probably had 5 or 6 or 7 terrible nightmares.  The other night I woke up after having a nightmare.  The poor Man didn’t know what to think.  I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t swallow, and my heart rate was through the roof.  I’m not sure if they’re caused from stress or what…but I am not a fan.

Thankfully I am back to work for the next couple of days and then isolation for another week.  It’s great to get out of the house and see people.  I feel comfortable at work.  Although, we have all had our stressful moments.

So that is it for my little update…simply because I cannot think of anything to post.  I’m sure something will come to me.


In the Outfield

When I was 12, my brother and I joined a softball team.  I was not overly athletic when I was little, but I was excited to join.  After our first few practices, my friend Kim, who was staying at our place for a few days, tagged along to a practice.  She decided to join the team too and it made for elation.

Our little team, the Boulders, was terrible.  Oh my gosh, we were so bad.  Not necessarily at the game, but we were a new team with no money, a weirdo for a coach, and our home field was nothing to write (home) about.   I should also state that for the first few weeks I was sporting a coach on a broken left arm. And I’m super clumsy.  So, I was determined not to get hit or re-injured.  Kim always has said that I looked like a little ballerina out there…swinging the bat with one arm.

I was terrified of the ball too.  I hated being stuck in right field, which I often was.  Probably because most hits are center or to the left.  Which, I was relieved for, but also terrified that the ball would come at me.  But eventually, I got less scared, I got more aggressive (not a lot back then, but some), and my eventually my cast came off.

And as I improved, so did our team.  Our community rallied around us and our field got some maintenance; our dugouts cleaned up, and we got a snack shack.  AND eventually, we got team uniforms: Horrendous lime green tshirts and matching hats with our team name on them.  They were so ugly, but we looked great as a team!

lime green

Honestly, I WISH we looked this good.  (NOT US)

We started getting more spectators.  We were invited to tournaments (most of I’m sure we lost – but maybe not).  My skills improved and eventually I was moved out of right field and into centerfield *mic drop!*

We played through summer nights and in the rain and we played in the hottest of tournaments, having to have our parents drive us home in between games sometimes to shower or to at least get us out of the heat.  Our little team was a family and we had so much fun.  I loved our baseball team.  We lasted two incredible  seasons.

But by the time the third season rolled around, some of the team moved up to the next level because of age – including my brother and Kim.  Gah!  The whole point of our team was to be together and now we were breaking up.

So some of us moved up to another team, and some of us stayed behind to hold fort in our main team, with new players joining ranks.  I stayed and I played.  But it wasn’t the same.  And by this time, I was good.  I was a good hitter (well, definitely better than my casted ballerina days), and I was a great outfielder.  And I had a mouth made for baseball.  But it wasn’t the same.

I played that summer and that was it.  I played on the girls’ team in high school for a minute and a half, but didn’t finish the season (helloo, social life), which I kind of regret.  And there have been times I have wanted to join a team in my adult time, but just never bothered.  Those days of playing ball in the summers with my friends were some of the best of childhood.  And for that, I always keep my baseball mitt in my trunk, just in case someone, somewhere has a pick-up game going.

Each time I drive by our old field, it makes me sad.  The field is overgrow, the snack shack and dugouts are caved in and decrepit, the mound is unseen, the fences falling down.  Our home field has become a graveyard for our youth, and our memories of those glorious days are all we have left.


Still not us

There are no new teams.  The children are busy playing online games or surfing Instagram.  But me, I would never, in a million years, trade in those summer days with my friends under the hot sun, under the cool night skies, and on the green grass, swinging a bat and sliding into home.
















Coffee and Wine

It’s Easter Monday of quarantine.  I’m sitting in my living room.  I have chickpeas roasting in the oven and they smell so good.  I’m tossing them in a salad, but I feel like I could just got out right now and eat a handful of them.

Today was the first day I didn’t get up and stress and strain myself right away.  I relaxed, I watched a movie and drank coffee and snuggled with my cat.  It was quite lovely.  But, by 11 am I was Video training with my quarantine workout buddy, Amy (some of you might remember her as Amy Whoreface).  And of course, I went for my walk, and I have a run planned for later.  My days are stitched together like that…by coffee and workouts and wine.


In fact, that’s pretty much all I want to do: drink coffee, exercise, and drink wine.  But don’t get worried.  I’m barely drinking wine.  Thankfully though, my friend and coworker brought me a bottle of home brew and I am definitely looking forward to popping that cork.  I’m so excited and appreciative of it that I’ve been trying so hard to get over the fact that she put an apostrophe in “Summers”.


Oh how I long for the days of social distancing to be over.  I would give anything to be with my friends and my family.  I can’t wait to be able to go to the bar for a glass of red and some in person laughter.

wine glass

I miss my running buddy (although my alone running time has been impeccable); I miss my gym fam and my bootcampers.  I can’t wait to hug my nephews and my BFFs.

In the meantime, I’ll take bad movies, video workouts, calls with friends, and wine and coffee.



That Tired!

I’m normally a jump out of bed type of person.  I have never hit the snooze alarm in my life.  In fact, I don’t really understand it.  Why would you want to interrupt your sleep just to hear that God-awful alarm go off again (and again and again)?  Instead, why not just automatically set your alarm for those extra minutes to begin with.  I mean, if you know you’re going to hit the snooze anyway……. Doesn’t that just make more sense?

For the last few years, I have been, on and off, getting up extra early on occasion to either go running, or to the gym, or to teach a boot camp class.  And I love it.  I love the feeling of accomplished so early in the day.

That being said, teaching a high-intensity boot camp class Monday mornings is not all that easy, because often I will have a hard time sleeping Sunday night.  In fact, I try to get up extra early on Sundays so that I can sleep more easily those evenings.  This past Sunday, that did not happen and I was exhausted Monday morning.

I woke up extra early, about an hour before my alarm was set to go off, so around 20 to 5.  I laid there hoping for another hour of sleep but it never came.  So I got up and got my day started and went off to teach my class.  Followed by a full day of work, and ending with another boot camp class.  When I got home, I threw on laundry and made dinner.  I was exhausted.


So exhausted that (and yes, this is 100% the point of this post) I put on my oven mitt to take the mayonnaise out of the fridge!!  Yep.  That is all.  Bedtime came soon after that epic moment.



I have been trying desperately to get into the Halloween movie-watching mood.  But this year I am failing.  I, as always, have a list of scary or creepy movies I want to watch before October 31, but I just haven’t been in the mood.  I haven’t even watched Hocus Pocus yet.  *gasp*  I KNOW!
I have attempted several movies – but, as noted above, have failed.
I have tried to watch the following movies the past week or so:

1.Ghoulies.  Nope.  Couldn’t do it.  After 15 or 20 minutes, I had to turn that shit off.  So bad!!

2.The Haunting (1963).  I have seen this movie before, years ago.  But this time (and maybe then too), I found it very boring.  And annoying.  I thought Lily Taylor was annoying in the remake, but Julie Harris needs a little throat punching too.

3. White Zombie (1932).  This had promise.  It still might.  But I was so bored after a good half hour that I couldn’t deal with it anymore.  Spoiler alert…the zombies are just people.  There’s no blood, no zombie make-up or ghoulishness tho.  Just people.  And in black and white (1932), it’s hard to distinguish from the living and the dead.

4. Night of the Living Dead (1968).  I saw this movie a long, LONG time ago too. And it’s not too bad.  The lead female, Barbra, needs some throat punching.  I fell asleep watching it, so I will have to finish.  Again, the zombies could use a little more distinguishing characteristics…blood, more goth looking faces, something.

I will have to try harder…because, Halloween is in a week and I’m not quite there yet.






Don’t Sacrifice Humor

In keeping with the October/Halloween theme….here’s a little anecdote for the day.

I can be a bit of an ass.  At work, I have had an ongoing ass-feud (that sounds weird) with one of my coworkers.  There are many stories I can tell, but I’ll save those for another day.  Yesterday, however, this co-worker (let’s call him Bob) used our firm calendar to plug in his appointment for blood donation.  He scheduled it so it says “Bob blood”.  Since it is the firm calendar, it is public to everyone in the office to see, amend, delete, etc.

So, I thought it needed a little spiffing up.  I changed his appointment to say “Bob blood for sacrificial ritual”.


We have all had a good chuckle.  Including Bob.  But he said it’s not the worst thing…that another coworker would steal his paper calendar and write in things like “bikini wax”.  😀




Yes, Yes I Am THAT Smart!!

When I was about 20 I dated a guy who was a complete ass.  He was a full-on mama’s boy and a spoiled brat.  Turns out that I actually couldn’t stand him (we didn’t date very long).  He would get upset over the smallest things.  One time he thought it would be a good idea to have a half-assed drag race.  His grandfather had bought him a new sports car and I was driving a 1984 Chevy Blazer that would stall at right turns.  But I floored that beast and smoked him.  He was so pissed off at me that he wouldn’t speak to me for a few days.  #mamasboy

One night, while waiting for him to arrive, I sat around watching Jeopardy.  A few hours later, after he’d shown up and decided he didn’t want to go out, we spent the night in watching TV.



The same episode of Jeopardy came on another channel and I suggested we watch it.  Of course, I’m an ass and never mentioned that I’d already watched it earlier.  So, each and every time Alex Trebek would read the question (or, the answer), I would chime in early with the correct response.  The guy was flabbergasted.  He could not believe how smart I was.  “How did you know the answer to that?”, “Wow!  You’re really good at this!”,  “You should apply to be on the show!! You would win!”

Yes….yes, I am brilliant, aren’t I.

Our dating relationship did not last that long and I’ve never told him the difference.  My ’84 Blazer and my superintelligence were apparently just too much for him. :p

(And just for fun……)


A to Z Challenge (Z)

Z- Zealous


I live my life with zeal.  At least I try to.  Sometimes I can be overzealous.  I fully admit this.  And really, there’s nothing wrong with that.  But, often my overzealousness can be a little too much for others to handle.  I’m still a work in progress.


A to Z Challenge (X)

X – Xylitol


I keep hearing about Xylitol in place of sugar.  But that’s a weird name, right?  Doesn’t it sound mediciney?


A to Z Challenge (U)

U – Unique


In a world full of sheep, be unique.


It’s okay to not go with the flow.  It’s okay to shine and to sparkle.  Smile.  Stand out.  It’s okay to go against the norm.  And with a little glisten and glitter in your eyes.


A to Z Challenge (T)

T – Throwing Darts


Sometimes, people throw darts (metaphorically) to see what they hit.  Whether it’s for a potential relationship, or job interest, or gossip, or whatever.  The darts get thrown to see what gets hit.  If you’re throwing the darts, be careful of your aim.  Sometimes, those darts hit hard.


A to Z Challenge (S)

S – Sparkles


One of my colleagues refers to me as “Sparkles”.  I have a sparkly personality, I’m told.  Although, I do try my darnedest to keep things light and sparkly and fun.  Although, it seems this last month or so some of my sparkle has faded.  But, it’s coming back.



A to Z Challenge (R)

R- Rare

AZ Book

Finding a decent person or friend can often be rare.  So when you find that person – a good-spirited, kind, patient, and understanding human, hang onto him or her.  Those people, it seems in this day and age, are a rarity.  Unique little gems.


A to Z Challenge (Q)

Q – Quiet


Sometimes life gets to too loud.  Literally and metophorically.

I don’t like noise.  I have sensitive ears and I hate it when it’s loud….literally…mentally…emotionally.  I like quiet.  And sometimes, a little bit of quiet and peace can make you feel rejuvenated.  Better.  Getting away from it all.

Marks Flowers


A to Z Challenge (P)

P – Peace (and Patient and Passionate and Pleasant)


I look forward to the day I can have peace – of mind and in my soul and in my heart.  Reduce the chaos and live peacefully.

I appreciate the people who are patient and pleasant and I try to live as much the same way as possible.  I live as passionately about things that I can.  I want to provide peace and patients and pleasantries to those around me.