I was fortunate enough to be able to spend the weekend (or at least part of it) with two of my favourite people a few days ago. We had a night of laughter, martinis, venting and sharing...
then indulged with chocolate waffles and whip cream for breakfast.
How blessed I am that no matter how helpless, or frustrated I feel my friends are never far away...

fridges can be very personal things.
when friends come over we tell them "help yourself to anything in the fridge", but that is usually followed by, "except the casserole in the blue container, it's a little old. Oh and don't eat the yogurt, it's expired. The broccoli in the white dish is fine, but I wouldn't eat the stuff with the green lid...."
On the surface everything in the fridge looks edible, but I know what lurks in the depths of the tupperwear. We keep inventory of the good and bad.

Just like life, we invite friends in and open the door "help yourself." but.... "don't go near that container of jelousy. That lefteover hate isn't looking so good anymore. And I wouldn't touch that expired bitterness......."

Maybe we should let our friends in, to see our moldy cheese.........

we decided at work there should be a sitcom called "The Clinic", profiling the working lives of 4 young (younger, youngish) woman at, of all things, an eye clinic. I encouraged the girls to think of who they would want to play themselves in such a show. Sarah replied that if the show was such a success she would quit the eye clininc and play herself in the show (goodcall).
Sandra Bullock came to my mind to play me, she's quirky and clutzy (and thin, let's be honest we are all too fat, too short and too awkward to play ourselves on TV). She'd be the girl who would trip and fall on her face when some young hot guy finds his way into the clinc. (Oh who am I kidding? the only guys in the clinic are 80yr old men, and well, let's not go there).

yes, somedays feel like a sitcom. When we are speaking LOUDLY and s l o w l y so as to not be misunderstood, when we get yelled at because the doctor is running behind, when the printer jams...... just another day at The Clinic.

this site meter is fascinating.....

I recently discovered that I can see where all my visitors are from (I know, I just figured this out, I'm a little behind the times....but I'm catching up!)
So to those of you in Alberta and California and Nova Scotia, and New York and Unknown Country....... "Hello!" And even those of you from Port Coquitlam "Hi!". Feel free to drop me a line and let me know who you are!