Thursday, January 29, 2015


Visit Write Brain Challenge to check out my latest free write piece, and the photo that inspired it. Thanks, Jenny.


“Yes, she hollered from her perch on the stumped tree… 

Intriguing photo, right?
Well, there's a story that goes with it.

I am going to enter the arena…

I am going to participate in the 

April 2015 

And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

Well, if you can’t beat me you can join me…

What do you say?

Are you up to the CHALLENGE?

Stay tuned for some exciting news….

Cheers, Jenny

Thursday, January 22, 2015


Visit Write Brain Challenge to check out my latest free write piece, and the photo that inspired it. Thanks, Jenny.


What I want is WORLD PEACE.

Do you ever get discouraged with your lack of Super Powers?

Well, I do.

I realize there’s only so much I can do for this planet.

 So, I’ll settle for wanting GRASS.

My front GRASS has been laid. 

And… new sidewalk.

Yup, laid….(go ahead think what you will) and it was a good lay job too - it looks really nice. (I really don’t like the word nice… it's so, you know, nice.

But, I’m having a beer (which was written ‘pear’ then ‘bear’ before it got to beer - cheap date) therefore the vocab list is, you know, maybe grade sevenish… or six. 

Hmmm, I know some really smart grade sixers. (which was written grade sizers) Oh yeah, me’sa rolling right along!


Okay, the sweet and adorable Ivy, from THE HAPPY WHISK, got a toy, this really cool tablet thingy that she writes these really funky notes on.

I wanted one… so, I got one! Well, sorta!

Clever, huh! Now I’m going to be cool too! 

Maybe not as cool as a cucumber… more like the iceberg that sunk the Titanic - which, in hindsight (gotta love 20/20 eh, Bushman) is not that cool. 

Well, okay, the water was freezing and all - so, yeah, okay, cool!


I read my free writes to Mother - yes, a captive audience. (I know what you’re thinking - elder abuse.)

Anyhow, Mommy Dearest loves her babykin’s ramblings. 

But… and this is rather a serious problem, for Mother anyways, she’s not happy with how I end almost every story with a cliff hanger of sorts. 

She’s insisting I write another 15 minutes to explain myself. (Not happening - nope, and don’t ask again I said, firmly.

Like explaining myself would ever help anything. (Really, the disillusioned that walk amongst us.)

Good Grief Charlie Brown, who does she think I am… Lucy.

Speaking of Lucy… doesn’t Miss Lucyfur look cute.

Miss Lucky Lucky Pow Pow aka Miss Lucyfur.
Isn't she good looking for being 98 in dog years?


Cheers, Jenny

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Quite frankly, THEY don’t give a DAMN

Visit Write Brain Challenge to check out my latest free write piece, and the photo that inspired it. Thanks, Jenny.


Today’s THEY are the new renters that occupy the little teardown behind my newly renovated teardown.

I know they are new to the neighbourhood because I ran into one of THEM the other day walking his pocket-pet. Okay, it’s a cute pocket-pet, but the mice in the neighbourhood are bigger.

Googled teacup yorkie.
I told you… mice are bigger.


Last Monday, on garbage day, these newbies put out their garbage.

Let me interject and explain garbage day and how it works in this fair city of mine. We are all issued two regulation sized bins, which come in four sizes, S M L and Jumbo.  One is for landfill garbage and one for perishable stuff. We also have a blue box for recyclable stuff. (that’s the short and sweet of it)

Did you know 3 adults, 4 if they're all slim, can fit in the jumbo bin… just saying!

Back to my gripe…

I roll out my bins the morning of - because that’s what sane people do. (Bin divers prowl the night before.)

We are NOT allowed to put bags of garbage out that are not IN the city authorized, bylaw approved, regulation sized bins. PERIOD - never. 

Geez, does one need to be a rocket scientist for this? Survey says: YES, it appears so.

Okay, the renters (trust me I’m calling them all sorts of other things) are daft. 

I think their excuse might be, according to the pocket-pet dude, that they have never lived in a house. Hmmm… okay!

It appears they’ve only ever lived in apartments… downtown. 

If you want to see some really cool 
furniture ideas for small spaces go visit the link above.

Now, all things being fair, the species living in apartments, downtown, in this fair city, do have different requirements for their garbage.  

So, on garbage day, this past Monday, pocket-pet walker and his fellow roomies, put their garbage out… IN BAGS.

Whereby, the one million crows that have their flight path right over my house espied the feast and proceed to dive-bomb and dismember the bags.

Now, this isn’t even the gripe… because the crows saw the opportunity and took it. I like crows - they remind me of me!

My gripe is with what “the smart girl” said, today, when I called her attention, from my newly renovated back porch, to the disaster zone outside her back gate.

“Oh, um, well… I’ll have to check to see if we did this. I don’t think it’s ours.”

Okay… let’s just say I HADN’T seen you put the bags out on garbage day.

And, lets just say someone else left bags of garbage at your back gate.

Wouldn’t you have a little pride of rentership as you step gingerly around the mess in your fancy heels and get your non-existent broom out and clean it up.


How do you think I would handle a situation like this?  


1 - get my shovel out, and my rake. Would I rake the crap in a pile and shovel it over their back gate, letting it land nicely on their walkway?

2 - get my good buddy, the garbage truck driver, to report them for littering in the back lane? They can do that you know. Big fine too!

3 - knock on their door and read them the “good neighbour act”. This includes the intimidating “if you ever do it again” clause.

4 - anonymously send them the photo I took of them in the act. Yes, I’m sick… I know, but hey… good evidence is so important these days.


5 - All of the above AND blog about it. 


Cheers, Jenny

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

PAY IT FORWARD - Friday to Sunday

Visit Write Brain Challenge to check out my latest free write piece, and the photo that inspired it. Thanks, Jenny.


I read over at Barb’s great blog that from Friday, January 16th until Sunday, January 18th there is a Pay It Forward Movement.

Seems this is a Facebook thing. So, sadly, I won't to be out there “liking” everyone for partaking in this great event because I don't Facebook! (last holdout)



I don’t like to talk about the paying of it forward because I think one should be humble and pay it forward quietly.

That said, let me share one of my recent feel good moments...

Tuesday morning I stopped to pick up a few things at my neighbourhood Safeway - well, two items turned into four and before I knew it I had a cool dozen.

Out of the corner of my eye I was watching folks picking lines.

Do you ever do that… pick one line, then change your mind… hahahah - I love watching this happen… anyway… on with my story…

A slender, slightly anxious woman, and her gangly son (maybe 16), stood behind me in line. 

They had two items - yes, two. (good number)

The mother advised her son he’d need a utensil to eat the sushi he was buying; she seems to have only selected a beverage. 

Now, I’m listening to them, not being obvious mind you, and I realize they’re in a hurry to get to an appointment at the nearby Children’s Hospital. 

It is then that I tell them to go ahead of me. The woman is so happy and so appreciative. Her son thanks me too.

The woman tells me they don’t like hospital food. I gather this is not their first visit to Children’s. 

Just as the clerk is going to ring them up I tell her to make the two items part of my bill. No biggie. 

Here’s the part I like - I feel great because it’s so random, so unexpected and the look on the mother’s face is priceless.

She is speechless. She reaches out and hugs me. She’s so happy, not only for being able to head out the store so quickly but that kindness is alive and well. 

Her son, whom I’ve now had a chance to look at closer, is not well. But, he has the biggest smile on his face as he thanks me.

Now… yes, winning a lottery to help pay for my renovations would be something special but this moment was priceless. Truly priceless.

The patron behind me start gushing, as did the clerk. I quietly stated, "I'm just paying it forward."

Okay, wasn’t that a feel good moment?

I confess, I feel a little awkward sharing it because as a rule I do this quietly for me, not for praise or kudos. It makes me happy, that’s why I do it. 

I’ve been on the receiving end of kindness and compassion all my life so the getting begets the giving. 

I give because I get.

I get because I give. 

I never break the chain.


Cheers, Jenny