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A Toast!

When I was a young twit, I was active, hyper, and bursting with energy.  Not only did I do everything fast but I spoke fast too.  I would run over my words, I would join words, I would speak so fast  that I was often told to slow down and repeat what I had just said.  I was so frustrated always being told to repeat myself.  My dad, a professional vocalist, was always on me about my speech.  "Marlea!!  Slow down!!!  Annunciate!  Articulate!  You trip over your tongue and mumble".  His solution for me was go to Toast Masters. "You need to go to learn how to speak!!".  "Dad, I'm just a kid.  I could never do Toast Masters, that's too hard and its for grownups".  And I, as a typical twit, ignored him. Growing up I always heard about Toast Masters.  Dad swore by it, however, I don't even know if he ever did it himself.  He had no problems with his speaking.  He was controlled and eloquent.  His final ...
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The Art of Engaging

We've seen it.  We do it.  We let it slide.  It becomes a bad habit.  We abuse it.   Once upon a time we were purchasing a van.  The sales man was doing a fantastic pitch…and then he offered me the golden temptation gift….free dvd players in the car. Who wouldn't want that!  Am I right?  We can turn it on, drive with muted noise in the back ground….the kind we can endure - not kids fighting or whining.  When he offered this to me, I quickly said No Thanks.  He put his pen down and looked at me like he didn't quite catch what I was saying.  "Pardon?  I'm offering you free tv's in the car."  "I know," I said.  "I like to have the kids actually learn the way of the road, to talk to me, to squabble and figure it out.  To watch life pass them out the window and not miss interesting things to see".  "Well," he said, "you are the first person who has ever turned free tv down".  And yes, I'm a unique cracker...

My Charlie Girl

The other day I was mowing the lawn.  The grass was green and lush and needing some serious attention.  As I mowed, I came to the realization that there were no little shits to pick up.  There was no little shitter to leave her gifts of fertilizer in my yard and my heart ached.  Not that I miss picking up dog poo, but I sure do miss my beautiful Charlie.  Charlie had to be put down this summer when her hips finally decided that working just wasn't an option any more.  She was also going blind and deaf and was turning sweetly loopy sometimes. Charlie was my first born. My baby.  She was my introduction to mommy-hood.  I adored this dog.  And she, in turn, adored me.  My sister and I were talking about Charlie the other day and how the whole event of putting her down went and figured I should document the story.  So...here is my story of my dogs last moments with me..... Charlie couldn't go the washroom.  She couldn't walk or...

Great Expectations

You ever have a day when you are at the end of it and you just have to pinch yourself?  A day where you promised yourself to have no expectations and that was the healthiest thing you ever did?  I am the queen of expectations.  I have them in all facets of my life.  I put expectations on people, on things, on ovens, on schools, on hair, on weight, you name it....my thinking is often laced with expectations and they truly are my worst enemy. I used to have great expectations of my brother.  I have great expectations of my sister and friends.  They often come through for me, but there are times when I am let down.  And when I say let down, I am sometimes just crushed with the failure of it all.  My sister, Kara, has been my biggest coach in the "have no expectations" camp.  She has drilled this motto into me for years as she has seen me struggle with constantly being hurt when things didn't go my way, especially in relationships or events. ...

Safe Landing!

I love dreams.  Dreams - the ones you have when you're sleeping...not the ones you think of when you're stuck in traffic, the sun beating down on you, your air conditioner isn't working and you just want to be anywhere but there.  I like the ones I can remember and have a chuckle at.  I still remember one I had in grade one that included Chris Adams and Jamie Bateman, a prison, black and white striped uniforms and Frankenstein.  Don't know why that one always stuck with me, but well, it always has.  I wish I remembered more of my dreams.  The good ones.  The ones that I wake up smiling to.  I don't know why we have them, but I know they are significant to us, these dreams. For the past 15 years I have had a dream. It's not been a nice one and it varies - however, it always involves an airplane and fear.  It goes something like this.  I am on the jet plane with a whole schwack of other passengers. The plane either has engine failure, lan...

Live on the Wild Side

This morning I was putting away things....I am always putting away things...but this morning the things included a couple of photo albums the girls had out.  The photos were those of my trip to Qatar in 06.  It was an adventure my sister and brother in law brought me out on after being severly ill for months with pneumonia.  In order to get better, they gave me a trip to look forward to.  It was a light at the end of a long, dark, sick tunnel and was a trip of a lifetime.  As I looked through the pictures of the fun things we did and saw, I found a picture of Kara, Todd and I in the desert, the day we went 'duning'.  And I was reminded of a wonderful story and figured, it was good enough to share.... Kara and Todd took me to the desert - it wasn't far away - heck, they live in it.  However, this was the fun desert where all the adventure seekers spent some time driving around at warp speed over mounds of sand.  I was pumped beyond belief to do t...

Hugging

We all like, need, want, crave to some effect, to be touched.  I love being touched....hold my hand, rub my back, kick my ass...whatever, I'll take it!  Being a mom to 3 beautiful wee girls, touching happens a lot at our house.  I have created touchy children.  It's a way for me to communicate how much I love them.  Every night I "tickle" their backs.  My mum used to do that for me every night.  Kamrin has graduated to wanting back rubs....I do them but often leave her feeling jealous cause I didn't get one back! :)  My family grew up as non-kissers.  However, I have made an effort to break that and love to get and give little kisses to my girls.  I have also learned to kiss other family and friends - and have perfected the 'double' kiss that involves air kissing each cheek.  I always' feel very posh when I pull that one out of my repetoire.  I love holding hands and know the day will come that the girls won't be as cool w...