Journal of displaced Canuck

Friday, September 12, 2008

Doggone days of summer!

The warmth is fading; summer's begun to wane. There's a chill in the air and it's almost time to say bubye to those lazy, hazy, crazy days. 'Twas a busy summer here but a good one. Family members and friends from Canada and England began visiting us in early June and continued almost non-stop until... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

"Where Have All the Flowers Gone?"

Does anyone remember that folk song from the 60s, written by Pete Seeger? Sitting out on my deck this morning, I feel the cool autumnal breezes that have so quickly replaced the summer winds. I stand amongst the last flowers of summer, crumbling now, their stalks brown and broken. September 11 th.... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Anybody on blogit bored?

Well if you are I have just the website for you! Pleased by advised to only click if you are bored out of your mind and have nuthin better to do today. It's my new site and I hope I don't embarrass myself too much.. If against the warning you do visit...maybe you'll let me know... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Therapy: Indulgence or Investment?

I’ve had something on my mind for the past few months. Some of life’s difficult emotional and psychological issues had been plaguing me, possibly messing with my physical health. I was raised in the days when ‘airing one’s dirty laundry’ in public, was something that decent people just didn’t do. It... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Honour System

The sign advertised tomatoes and vegetables and pointed down a country road. Living in this dairy state of Wisconsin I’ve yet to sink my teeth into a homegrown tomato and I begin to crave them by June of each year. Now cheese is another matter and it’s the best here! In Ontario fresh produce defines... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

You say tomato, I say tomato!

He likes marmalade. The little bits of wormy-looking orange rind turn my stomach and its bitterness makes me gag. I like peanut butter. He can’t stand the smell of it and his nostrils can sense it from many meters away. He was raised in a rainy, overcrowded city. I’m from the burbs. A lover of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Things I have learned from my puppy

Wake up every morning, stretch and then roll on your back and let someone scratch your tummy. It’s a great way to start the day! After eating, lick your lips, rub your ears and roll around for a few minutes. You’ll find this is a good way to savour the flavours and the chef will be happy to witness... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Up and down and all around!

Hello everyone! I seem to bounce in and out of Blogit on an all too infrequent basis…but I always miss you guys! My subscription here was cancelled because I forgot to update the powers-that-be after my credit card was lost and subsequently, payment wouldn’t go through. But all signed up again! I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

To blog or not to blog

That has been the question for me for the past little while. But more on my mind, or I should say in my heart, has been this nagging and painful homesickness that I can’t seem to shake. When we first moved to the States, we had in our minds that we’d be here a couple of years and then move back on... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Heeeeeeeeere's Hopi!

This little furball is only one of the reasons I haven't blogged lately...but the cutest reason! Hopi is my very first puppy; Steve grew up with dogs. He's 10 weeks old and a cross between a Shitzu and a Bichon and sometimes known as a Teddy Bear. He's one of the breeds touted as hypoallergenic and... Sign in to see full entry.

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