I Make Someone Smile!!

(Beware - This post contains happy content.)

"It takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown."

A powerful little saying, but oh so true.

Did you ever meet up with someone that you knew, and you had a big smile on and happy things to say, and then the other person grumps all over you?

Been there.

Did you ever meet up with someone, and you greeted them with a happy face, and you get 'what the bleep are you smiling about?'

Been there.

Skittles passed this award on to me, because I am one of the people who makes her smile. That's a good thing.

It's always nice when you find out that someone has smiled about something that you wrote, in fact it's darn right cool! I try to write about me, about experiences related to my time on this earth, and I try to be entertaining. I enjoy visiting other blog sites, most of them listed on my sidebar, but some not (surprise!). And with that, I get to pass this award on to other people who make ME smile.

Inner Dialogues
Down River Drivel
Dork-O-Rama: Random Thoughts of Total Goofball
The Rising Blogger
Crazy Working Mom

Enjoy...and be happy!

Stray Cats

A certain post, over at Inner Dialogues, reminded me of a couple of stray kitties that My Sweetie had befriended over the years. Perhaps they befriended us. No matter. We named one of the kitties Scottie and the other Buster.

Both of these cats had been owned, at least that is what we were led to believe, and the owners had decided that they no longer fitted with the family lifestyle. So they were left behind to fend for themselves.

Scottie was the first to land on our doorstep, and would come by to visit for quite a few years. When Scottie died (we assumed), Buster started to come by.

We'd give food and water, and because they let us, they'd let us approach so they could be petted. Now, it wasn't like the cats were there all the time. Sometimes they would disappear for a few months, and them reappear one day at our front door. Sometimes, I'd be doing the dishes, and would look out and there would be a body....sitting at the door....hoping to get some food. Or I'd hear the famous Mmmmmmmrrrooooww! I knew that was our call to action.

One of the last times we saw Buster, he came to visit with sores all over his body (probably from fighting). Festering sores. One of the sores even had a branch stuck in it. We knew we had to do something. He was suffering. He even let us put him into a spare cat cage that we had. The vet said that he was in pretty bad shape, and we bid him farewell.

There is a phrase 'Cats leave paw prints on our hearts.' This is imprinted on a rock that sits on my cat shelf.

This is so true...and it doesn't matter whether it's our own cat or whether it's a passerby, because whenever I think of the cats that have have popped into our lives, my heart aches.

Scottie - November 2001


Buster - May 2004

Head Is Spinning

My head is going around and around. Various tidbits are floating around in my head, including earworms. Bah. (earworm alert => you spin me right round baby right round....like a record baby...)

Firstly, I went to bed last night and woke up this morning with Brian Melo's voice singing Kharma Police, and also singing the new-to-be-released single. (btw - if you're interested, YouTube has his Kharma Police performance). Earworms are bad enough, and can take over your whole persona if you let them, but this one I can'r seem to shake. Argh!

So now, I have 3 earworms roaming through my head. Just great.

Secondly, we have another neighbour who has decided to do some property adjustments in the form of new stone walkway. This, of course, entails cutting of said stones and pounding and leveling said ground. Translation => NOISE (which is not great since I wok from my home). Bah. (earworm alert => boom boom boom, like a hammer to the heart...(from the first ever BodyStep release)).

The only interesting thing about the neighbour's property work was watching the workers. They would ogle the good looking ladies who were walking their kiddies to school. And I do mean ogle....the kind of ogle where the head gets cranked right out of the neck. (earworm => pretty woman walkin down the street).

Oh, and they also worked shirtless....and had tatoos on their arms....and no plumbers crack....or beer bellies. (earworm => flaunt it lyrics...come on and flaunt it, what ya mama gave you )

Thirdly, there is an Internet cold going around, and I have a small touch of that. Now, I am not quite sure how these colds are passed on through the Internet since none of us actually see or touch each other (earworm alert => reach out and touch ...somebody now...).

So, I guess that I'll go to the gym, and do a class, where I'll hopefully leave with another earworm to replace all of the others that are cluttering up my head today.

Melo Yelo

Canadian Idol does it again, although for awhile there I wasn't sure who I was rooting for. Some of my original picks had been voted off, and at one point, nobody really stood out.

Then, Brian Melo sang Kharma Police by Radiohead.


I was smitten...(a) because I like that song, and (b) because of the way that Melo performed it. He has a raspy, raw, powerful voice. He is also very humble. He acknowledges his roots and his family for his success so far. Like the infamous Taylor Hicks and Fantasia, I would buy his music.

Now, I have to admit that I did have a small soft spot for the other contestant....Jaydee Bixby, the 17 year old with another powerhouse voice. He sings with a country twang, and performs for seniors (he can't be all bad then, can he?), but there was something that I wasn't comfortable with...maybe the fact that I would never buy anything that he would release. Pretty good reason for me.

So another season ended last night with the king being crowned. Performers such as Bon Jovi was also on the show (pretty amazing band...and their music is widely used in our Body classes), Avril Lavigne (such a cutie), and Eva Avila, last year's Canadian Idol, .....and wow has she matured...luv her.

So, congrats to our new Canadian Idol! Can't wait for American Idol now!

The Attack of the Toilet

*I'll probably get hit for that title*

My toilet attacked me today. Nasty ceramic bowl of nothingness.

A little background.

My quads and butt are very sore from my workout sessions. Since returning from vacation, it's been a bit of a struggle to get back on track with my regular workout routine, and the past 2 weeks have been ON (right on brother!). With that, I have a few sore muscles, and rightly so.

This morning, though, my muscles and the toilet got into a fisticuffs, and I was the victim of the assault.

*note small bathroom*.

I was just about to sit down on the royal throne, in a half squat position (you know...somewhere between standing and falling down). I proceeded to lift the lid of the toilet, and then I would sit. Actually it's kind of a synchronous motion....squat, lift lid, sit....tada!......but the lid didn't stay up.

The lid started to come down, just as I was lowering. The lid poked me in the butt, and I went into a forward vault with my head crashing into the wall. I have never seen stars before (except in our wondrous skies), but I did this time! I guess I tapped my noggin in the sweet spot.

Moral of the story?
Always make sure the toilet seat is firmly in position before going anywhere!