Life and Learning
Here I was feeling so confident and decided to change some things on the template of my canadianwelcome.ca blog. I know you are supposed to save the original in case something happens, but of course I was smart enough to do the changes without that step.
So of course I mucked the whole thing up, was not able to change it back, lost an hour or two of time, and got totally frustrated.
Times like these are when you get a little humbled - pride comes before a fall.
I can’t believe it, here I was thinking that I should just forget this whole Internet thing and then I find a site that rates your blog and tells you how much it’s worth. Here is the info. It’s amazing how my motivation has come back after seeing this!
My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?
Now, you may be wondering why a pushing 60 old lady like me is blogging about Muhammad Ali having a 65th birthday. For your information, I am taking a trip down memory lane.
I knew him as Cassius Clay. I was a teenager and he was my hero. I kept a scrapbook of all his fights and one day he came to Toronto to box. A local gym was being used for Clay to practice and they allowed the public to come and watch.
Of course I went. I remember he was so much bigger than I expected. And he sure could fight!
It’s so cold today that I have two sweaters on and the heater going (we keep the furnace at 68 degrees) and I’m still almost too cold to type.
When winter finally gets here, it comes with a vengeance although looking out my window looks like a beautiful postcard - a white wonderland, complete with shining sun.
Now wouldn’t I miss that if I was on a beach somewhere right now? Go ahead and send me a ticket to someplace warm and I will let you know.
My son Tim knows I like baby pigs. I think they are just the cutest thing. Since we live in the city, they aren’t a practical pet and they grow up to be pretty ugly. Even a pot bellied pig is no good for me.
So when Tim saw these new hairless guinea pigs he let me know how cute and little they were. I had a hard time finding one at the pet store, but when I did, he was right. They are cute and little. They are also expensive - $99 for one little guinea pig.
My husband loves me, but I think if I bought one I would be pushing my luck. So if anyone has one I can guinea sit, let me know.
Did you ever notice how kids manage to grow so much when you don’t see them for a little while? It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve seen my grandson Brian, but he is a head taller than I am now (although I admit that isn’t saying a lot). He has also taken up weight lifting, so that skinny little guy is now becoming a big muscular teenager.
Amazing how life grows.
My second oldest daughter is having a baby. I know that happens to the best of us, but she is 36 years old and has two teenagers, so it will be a big adjustment. She is more nervous this time - I guess when you’re young you don’t think about all the possible complications.
Add to that the fact that her doctor wants to test her for every possible malady under the sun. Not that it would matter, because she would never abort this far along regardless of the findings.
This new baby’s name is Brandon, unless of course, the doctor is wrong and he is a she. I think I preferred the days of not knowing -there was so much more excitement in saying “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl”, rather than “He’s here”.
What do you think? Better to know ahead or be excitedly surprised?
I seem to have a knack for annoying my youngest daughter - saying too much, saying the wrong thing, reading instead of talking, you name it, I seem to do it. I hope my moving closer won’t drive us both round the bend.
I don’t generally people watch, but the other day I was at a local mall standing in line for my Tim Horton’s coffee (Ontario’s favourite coffee place) and a young couple standing behind me started to discuss another couple standing behind the glass doors of the entryway.
The behind glass door couple were looking at various purchases the girl had bought. She took out each garment and held it up to her for the guy with her to see. As she did, the couple behind me would make remarks pretending to be the girl holding up the item to her guy. The imagined conversation went like this:
She: “Isn’t it so cute! And it was on sale.”
He: “Ya, it’s really nice, I like it” as he thinks to himself “I really don’t care, can we go eat now?”
The couple behind me went on like this with the pretend conversation for a few minutes, changing their voices to mimic the glass door couple. I could hardly keep from laughing out loud and it certainly made my time in line pass quickly.
My husband’s hand is slowly healing after being badly burned. He says it was the most painful thing he has ever experienced, but for most things in life, time is a great healer. Every day the burn looks better, the swelling is going down, new skin is growing and the colour is getting better. His hand is itching now, but we are thankful that he has not lost any ability to move it.