In the distance two deer crossed four lanes of highway, one stopping mid way to wait for the other. So free and alive. They were friends or maybe doe and fawn, it was difficult to tell. The scene brought freedom to my soul. I do hope they escape the savage bulletry of the season. That is my wish for them as a thank you for sharing their beauty with me.

Overhead an eagle flew, landing in a low-lying tree to devour its nourishment before soaring steadily upward. A powerful metaphor for our setbacks and disappointments in life, filling us with hope and strength for the future.

These natural moments, if we choose to experience them, are powerful. Strong enough to erase bad first meetings with people who aren’t exactly as they describe themselves and assume you are ready to go the distance, just by showing up.

Funny man Jeff Mac over at Manslations has once again answered one of my questions. Be warned, if you click through, you will learn some things about me you probably didn’t particularly want to know. Having said that, I still think I’m pretty normal, just more honest and open in this completely public forum.

Doesn’t it feel like Christmas? I love that feeling. I remember that’s how I described how I felt when my husband and I were first married. Back before being Santa Claus was so expensive.

It’s been a busy week or so and my writing practice made it to abandoned status. I’m wrapping up my current job and heading for new opportunities on November 5.  Although endings aren’t easy and decisions sometimes difficult, I can hear Louise Hay in my ear. “You are never stuck. You can always make another decision.” This thought alone removes any in-trepidation toward change. Actually, I have no fear with this move, just positive thoughts of opportunistic doors. 

Have you ever been to one of those Superstore cooking nights? I suggest you go. The martini girls’ October soiree featured live cooking by a professional, very entertaining chef named Chris Burton. The food was plentiful and delicious and it was a relaxing good time at an affordable price. We even had time to catch up on all the delicious details we can’t wait to share each month. I’d do it again. It would make a great date for new or seasoned couples.

I won four free tickets to a local Yuk Yuks comedy club last week on Facebook. What an awesome, totally random gift that was. Live stand-up is one of my favourite things and it was a great lineup. The headliner was from Alberta. Very funny guy. It was last week, so I don’t remember his name, but he was tall and I think he had a manic ex named Sherrilyn who he referred to in dark but funny light.

Friday night I was honoured to be offered a seat at Orange Crush, the Mocean Dance annual fund-raising gala. They unveiled their new website and the performances were outstanding. I was mesmerized. Actually, it made me want to do 300 sit-ups and 6000 leg presses. Funny, compelling, emotional and energizing. Oh and did I mention, completely entertaining. I would definitely pay to see them again.

KD (my older son) played his first hockey game on Sunday (at 7:00 am). He was so excited. He almost got a break away but the whistle blew and he fell over…it was right there though…next time. He lamented that I didn’t wave to him when he was on the bench, right after he gave me sneers for not picking the right pose for his school picture. He’s moving into a new stage. I need drugs. 

I’m noticing that my kids are treating me disrespectfully lately, especially KD. “If you don’t let me do this…(insert something weird here)….I’ll hate you forever.” My response is, “I’ll love you forever and the answer is still no.” I’m not sure what to do about this, except try to keep from losing my temper and reminding him that girls don’t like it when boys speak badly to their mothers because they think they will speak badly to them too. At least that’s how I feel, and I’m a girl. Of course, a Mommy’s boy isn’t where it’s at either, but it’s better than being mean to the person who brought you into the world, unless she’s a “boy’s Mommy” and then sometimes you need to be cruel to be kind…a little bit. Makes me want to be more patient with my mother too. The lessons we teach are often the lessons we need.

I’m overtired, extremely. Way too many worthy late nights and too much going on. My teeth are clenched, my shoulders are stiff and my neck is in knots. I had a panic attack last week. Woke up to my heart pounding out of control. I used the hummingbird breath and it worked like a charm 1 or 2 minutes was all it took. Stress is bad. Stress is bad. 

But, I got my braces off this morning…so I’ve got some pearly whites happening. I’ve been smiling at myself all day. Once again, I’m very entertaining in traffic.

Oh and my kids are enjoying Sunday School. I couldn’t be more pleased. KD prays for money and JB prays for Mommy, Daddy and sleep. Me too buddy.

Well, thanks to Brahnamin over at Juggling Cats, I am experiencing hits for the term “lisinopril and snake venom”. I’m not even sure what this is. Also privacy on Facebook seems like a hot topic right now…could people finally be getting it? I’m still a FBer though, just found a neighbourhood friend I first met in the 70s. That’s going back a bit, he’s still as handsome as ever and glad to see he’s doing well on the other side of the country.

Oh, and after months of nudging and luring emails, I finally created a profile on an online dating site. It’s just for kicks really, but I had my first IM contact. We’ll call him The Grunter. Didn’t say much, but did ask for more photos. In his defence, he had two photos of himself, well one was of his truck. I was conveniently interrupted.

So, I’m no longer an online chat virgin, but like other things in life, the first time is usually just a practice shot. At least I know what buttons to push now.

I got caught today doing something in my car that probably everyone does from time to time, or even on a daily basis. I was a sitting duck, stuck in traffic, warm October morning with the window down and Gretchen Wilson pounding out of my VW stereo system (gotta love that German attention to acoustic detail). Anyway, the song was “There Goes the Neighbourhood” and I was belting out the lyrics, total oblivious to the fact that a hunter sat poised nearby to catch me in the act. Another VW driver (with TDI) was bopping along with me and he told me to “keep singing, it sounds great.”

I wasn’t exactly embarassed. It kind of made my day. I’m sure he found it amusing. I read recently that if someone gives you a sincere compliment, they are actually feeling it 4 times as deeply as they are expressing it. I wonder if the music is available. Maybe me and Jimmie can saddle up for a tour. Y’all come back now, ya hear.