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Having a Bad Day? Read on…

Frustrated WomanWhen you have an

‘I Hate My Job day’


[Even if you’re retired, you sometimes have those days]

Try this out:

Stop at your pharmacy and go to the
thermometer section and purchase

a rectal thermometer made by
Johnson & Johnson.

Be very sure you get this brand.


When you get home, lock your

doors, draw the curtains and
disconnect the phone so
you will not be disturbed.

Change into very comfortable
clothing and sit in your favorite
chair. Open the package and
remove the thermometer.

Now, carefully place it on a table
or a surface so that it will not
become chipped or broken.


Now the fun part begins.

Take out the literature from
the box and read it carefully.

You will notice that in small
print there is this statement:


“Every Rectal Thermometer
made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested

and then sanitized.”

Now, close your eyes and repeat
out loud five times,’ I am so glad
I do not work in the thermometer
quality control department at
Johnson & Johnson.’

HAVE A NICE DAY; AND REMEMBER,
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE
WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A
PAIN IN THE ASS THAN YOURS!

if you haven’t got a smile on your face
and laughter in your heart…

Maybe you should go and work
for Johnson and Johnson!

thermometer

Enjoy life now – It has an expiration date!

I can not vouch for the validity of this, but I hope it puts a smile on everyone’s face today!  No matter how bad things may seem, someone else out there always has it worse than we do.

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The Gift

My most prized gift

My most prized gift

           We all have familial roots, that particular human chain to which we belong that is central to our individual identity.  Some of us care about our origins more deeply than others.  I happen to harbor a tenacious sentiment for my familial roots.  But my roots have traveled a long way over the years, at times seeming very elusive to me.

My Mom immigrated to Canada from the Netherlands in 1953 at the ripe age of 19, leaving behind her parents and 7 brothers and sisters.  Mom boarded the Rijndam for a 10-day boat ride heading for Halifax.  She spent nine of those days suffering from seasickness. Staying above board in the fresh air seemed to alleviate the symptoms somewhat, but not get rid of them altogether.  I am sure that Mom was glad to land in Halifax and board the train to Toronto.  The final leg of her journey was another train ride to Burlington where Mom joined her brother and his wife.

               That brother and sister-in-law of my mother’s were our only relatives here in Canada for many years.  We would have intermittent visits from other relatives, and for me, this was always a big deal.  I loved meeting family, even if there was a language barrier.  As a result of these visits, I did learn some Dutch.

               This teddy bear is a very sentimental treasure from my past.  My maternal grandmother gave it to me on one of those intermittent visits, when I was about a year old.  From stories I have heard, she is the one who taught me to walk when she was in Canada, that summer in the 1960’s  This was also the last visit my maternal grandparents made to Canada.

I didn’t have grandparents around to spoil me, or to pass on the wisdom only grandparents have gleaned.  I didn’t have a Grandma to run to for a comforting hug when life got tough, but I did have the teddy bear she gave me to hold close and offer the comfort she could not.

I could not talk to my grandparents (even on the telephone, since there was the language barrier) but I could pour my soul out to the teddy bear.  This would somehow provide a sense of clarity and soothe my troubled spirit.

 I never did get to meet my grandparents that I remember, but this teddy bear is the embodiment of their influence in my life. Via this teddy bear, they not only attended my grade one talent show, but also actually had a starring role in it!  They have had a “teddy’s eye view” of the many other stages of my life.

Many people have memories of their grandparents to hold onto.  I have this teddy bear as a tangible manifestation of my grandparents.

            I wonder if my grandmother realized the monumental significance this teddy bear would hold to the granddaughter she bought it for. 

What is your most prized gift and why?

Reasons For Life


I don’t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me,

that maybe we are stationed where God wants us to be;

that the little place I’m filling is the reason for my birth,

and just to do the work I do, He sent me down to earth.

If God had wanted otherwise,

I reckon He’d have made me just a little different,

of a worse or better grade;

and since God knows and understands all things of land and sea,

I fancy that He placed me here, just where He wanted me.

Sometimes I get to thinking, as my labours I review,

that I should like a higher place with greater things to do;

but I come to the conclusion, when the envying is stilled;

that the post to which God sent me is the post He wanted filled.

So I plod along and struggle in the hope, when the day is through,

that I’m really necessary to the things that God wants to do;

and there isn’t any service I can give, which I should scorn,

For it may be just the reason God allowed that I be born.

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photo credit to rgbstock free stock photos

This is another poem that I have found.  I have to admit that at times I feel like I am not doing enough, and this poem reassures me that I am doing exactly what I am meant to do, no matter how insignificant it may seem.  Sometimes we fail to realize how our small gestures cause radiating ripples in the pond we call life.

Finding Closure from the Past

ImageThis weekend is Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada.  It is also the weekend that will forever be etched in my brain as the weekend my father passed away.  This year will be 16 years since he left this world.

             My dad left the family home when I was about 2, so I don’t really remember him at home. Because of the circumstances, my dad was made out to be the bad guy.  As far as I remember, my siblings never went to visit him, but I went to visit him on Saturdays until I was about 8 or 9, maybe 10….my memory is a little fuzzy on that one.  I never really had a close relationship with my dad.  Yet, he left an indelible mark on my heart.

I have had many conversations with my dad over the past few years.  Not literal ones of course.  I guess it is more like I feel my dad is a guardian angel for me now.  Because of my own life circumstances I feel a strong bond to him. I find it strange how I think of him more now than when he was actually here.  In a sense it seems that he is even more involved with my life now than he was when he walked on this earth as well.

There are many times when I wish I could have a real adult conversation with him.  I want to let him know that I do truly love him and I realize that things are not always as they seem.  I want to tell him that I understand why he left, and that although not having a father figure in my life has marked me in many ways, I know that there was nothing he could do.  I know he did what he could with what he had.  And that is all any of us can do in life, is it not?

Just for Today

As we are about to begin a new week, I was reminded of this quote I had taped in my gratitude journal.  I would read this every morning as I started my day, and at the end of the day I would take stock and write down 5 things I was thankful for that day.   It is amazing how such a small thing can have such a huge impact on how you see your day and your life!  I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

I will live through the next 12 hours and not try to tackle all of life’s problems at once.

I will try to improve my mind.  I will learn something useful.

I will learn something that requires effort, thought and concentration.

I will be agreeable.

I will look my  best, speak in a well-modulated voice, be courteous and considerate.

I will not find fault with my friends, relatives or colleagues.

I will try not to change or improve anyone but myself.

I will have a programme.  I might not follow it exactly, but I will have it.

I will save myself from my two enemies–hurry and indecision.

I will do a good turn and keep it a secret.  If anyone finds out, it won’t count.

I will do two things I don’t want to do, just for the exercise.

I will believe in myself.

I will give my best to the world and feel confident that the world will give its best to me.

Wishing everyone a great Monday and a wonderful week!

The Seasons of Life

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Puddicombe Farms in 2010

The season of fall has come upon us this week.  We are back to the cooler air that requires those comfortable sweaters and warm blankets once again.  Scents of casseroles permeate the rooms of my house and the hot chocolate has been pulled out of the cupboard again.  Anticipation builds as we look forward to fall colours, apple cider and the privilege of viewing pumpkin patches on a wagon ride.

As the season has changed this week, so has my life.  I have entered another stage of life in which I am beginning to live my dreams and once again do things that I want to do (not HAVE to do).

Earlier in the week I started my writing course.  Doing something by myself for myself is something rather foreign for me.  I would do ANYTHING for someone else, but when it came to doing something for me, I would back up, shake my head and say thanks but no thanks.

I am celebrating the fact that I had the courage to enroll in this course, find my way there on my own and that I faced a group of 20 people I had never met before. Last year at this time I would not have had the courage to take one of these steps, let alone manage the whole string of them.

I have to admit that I did kind of freeze up when trying to introduce myself and tell what I hoped to get out of the course.  But, by the time we had written our first piece and separated into groups to share our work, I had gathered up the courage to offer to read my piece first.  Not because I thought it was so good.  I honestly thought it was horrible.  But who writes amazing stuff the first round anyways?  I just wanted to push the envelope and not be the last one standing.  Jump in and be brave.  Something I usually am not.  I also offered to do some “extra” work that the course instructor will tear to pieces and place red marks all over…oh, I meant make comments on.  He said to leave lots of room for comments.  Hmmm am I ready for that?  Yep, I sure am.  Throw everything at me.  I am ready to take any comments to help improve my work and help me grow as a writer.

Yesterday I had an orientation day at work, which was no more than watching some mind-numbing computer videos and being tested at the end of each one.  Real work starts next week, and I have to say that I am eager, willing and ready.  Nervous as well, but so looking forward to having a life outside of my four walls and doing something for me.

            I hope that my life will become as comfortable and full of colour as this season of fall.

           How is this new season treating you?

A little Inspiration

toji_temple_japanToday I smiled, and all at once things didn’t look so bad
Today I shared with someone else, a bit of hope I had
Today I sang a little song, and felt my heart grow light,
And walked a happy little mile, with not a cloud in sight.

Today I worked with what I had and longed for nothing more,
And what had seemed like only weeds, were flowers at my door.
Today I loved a little more and complained a little less,
And in the giving of myself, I forgot my weariness.

-Author Unknown (to me anyways)

I thought I would share this poem I came across recently. It really sums up how I want to live my life. I hope you enjoy!