Life hacker

Ever feel like someone hacked into your life? ....and then erased your hard drive?...... but left you some spam?

my thought for the day....

Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us--and those around us -- more effectively.

they are really bugging me..

I hate flies. I really hate flies. And here in Belgium, screens are virtually non-existent. So the flies come into your house whenever you have the windows open. And, since here in Belgium, air conditioning is also virtually non-existent, the flies are pretty much daily visitors. They are disgusting. Did I mention that I hate them? Last week they landed on my cats' food...and laid their disgusting little white eggs. The week before they got into the bottom of the kitchen trash can and laid their disgusting little white eggs...which then became disgusting little white maggots. And even more disgusting.....this week I saw two of them on my favorite wood cutting board---copulating. It doesn't get much more disgusting than that now does it.

I don’t really like Sir Lance a lot

first and probably last time to watch the Tour de France go through my neighborhood.... and so I waved at Lance as he rode by.......he ignored me. how rude.

I scream, you scream

The ice cream truck in my Belgian neighborhood drives by daily in the summertime.  He doesn’t have bells or a nice light summer-feel-good tune playing as he approaches.  No. Instead he has another song blasting from his loudspeaker……..JINGLE BELLS.  OK---now I can see some parallels here…..ice cream is frozen like snow, and we may be “laughing all the way” when eating ice cream.  And admittedly some Belgian summer days can be quite cold.  But beyond that, I fail to understand why he would choose this song.  Once I hear it, it sticks in my head and keeps playing over and over.  The last thing I need to be thinking about when I am relaxing and enjoying a nice cold summer popsicle, is how in just a few months I will need to start preparing for the hectic season, shopping endlessly, and stressing over what to buy everyone.  So I am asking you Mr. Good Humor……..please consider changing your tune to something more seasonally appropriate.   Get some real bells, play a beach tune, or hey---you could even play SAKURA---the song our ice cream truck played when we lived in Japan.  At least that song is nice and relaxing---all about cherry blossoms.  (but also a strange ice cream truck choice…..it is only a clever and cute choice if you are exclusively selling cherry ice cream).   But there must be hundreds of songs that relate to summer, and I bet some that even mention ice cream.   So, Belgian ice cream man…..if you are reading this---thank you for your consideration in this matter.   And a very early Merry Christmas to you.

It’s a hard pill to swallow…..

step 1:  hold cat's head gently yet firmly. open cat's mouth & put pill into back of throat. massage throat and hold mouth shut until cat swallows. talk soothingly to cat & release restraints on head. praise cat for doing a good job.
step 2: retrieve from blanket the pill that cat just spit out. repeat step 1 without swearing

step 3:  repeat steps 1-2 until pill is mushy and pretty much useless

step 4: start steps 1-3 over with new pill and get a drink (water for the cat, something stronger for me)

step 5: success!  YAY!  go to bed feeling accomplished

step 6:  awake in morning to find the pill in the cat's bed. hold back urge to strangle cat.

step 7: push new pill into a small bit of cheese.  put bit of cheese in cat's mouth.  hold shut

step 8: watch orange foam (mixed with white foam from pill) come out of cat's mouth as cat growls angrily

step 9: give up and go to work. (is it my imagination or is my cat actually SMILING???)

don’t even think about it.

Life is bittersweet....and I wouldn't have it any other way.

‎'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life...I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.