Last Friday morning I saw something so incredibly cute on my way to work. I noticed a young girl wearing harem pants, or as I like to call them "MC Hammer pants". Way to date myself, but you get the picture. I thought to myself that although I think they are hideous to wear out, I could see them being comfortable/fun to just lounge around in at home. Maybe I'd get a pair.
My eyes travelled upward to see what was written on the back of her hoodie when I noticed something moving in the hood. It was a little ginger tabby kitten! Aaaawww! He looked so happy and comfortable in there and was not plotting some treacherous escape. Hint hint to my kitty who watches the door like a hawk.
I was all caught up in this moment of cuteness overload and was hoping she would be waiting ahead of me in line so that I could give the little fuzzball a scratch on the head.
The young girl then made a sharp left turn to catch up with a friend and what was standing in front of me was the polar opposite of cute. Here is what that looks like. Picture if you will an early to mid 50-ish man with long straggly hair and bushy mustache, puffing away on cigs, wearing white athletic shoes, tube socks, shorts, ballcap and a black t-shirt (tucked into the shorts I might add) with the Master Card logo that reads "Mister Hard". Eeeeewwww.....A young buck might be able to get away with that but this guy was at the "you should know better" stage of his life.
Flash forward to 10pm later that evening. I had met a friend at a comedy club downtown and was on my way out after the last set. As I was heading towards the exit I found myself face to face with.....creepy t-shirt dude. Huuhhh????? Once again that t-shirt was screaming at my eyeballs saying "come on, I dare you to TRY getting that visual out of your head". Seriously, what are the odds?
I didn't know how else to title this post. It seemed fitting. This is about a recurring trend I see across social media sites. Why is it in this day and age that people still don't think before hitting send/post? Not that it's the first time I've been exposed to this, but it still bugs me.
I recently asked a valid question and was answered with a passive aggressive response. Then a second person jumped on board immediately and echoed the first person's response. All I could think of at the moment was "hmmm... a snotty tag team". My imagination being what it is, I pictured a wrestling ring and a lot of "high five-ing" going on. Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner......
Curt replies may seem funny or warranted and last only a few minutes for the person dishing them out, but for the recipient, it has a ripple effect. It brings to light an ugliness that lies within the snot dispenser, for lack of a better term. It's disappointing; I end up seeing that person in a different light. I hate when that happens.
There was a day when a difference in opinion or a point of view was not viewed as a direct assault on a person's ego. Technology may have made our lives easier, but it has also made us soft and at times intolerant.
I love Saturday mornings this time of year. Not being one to sleep in, I usually fix a cup of coffee and sip it slowly while sitting on the balcony with my kitties at my feet. There's something about the sounds of a neighborhood wiping the sleep from its eyes and coming alive that inspires me.
Saturday mornings just have a whole different vibe to them. The world seems friendlier and less hectic. I'm sure the birds sing their songs Monday to Friday too, but somehow I just don't hear them in my frantic rush to get out of the house on time.
It's blissful; the birds, the newspaper delivery, folks taking their dogs for walks. You've got to love your pet to take him out this early and allow him to sniff around at leisure.
This morning I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast when I heard a man's voice outside my window. He let out a sound that was a mix of surprise, anger and pain. When I looked to see what the ruckus was about I saw a well intentioned pet owner in rollerblades sprawled out on his back. One hand was clutching his knee and the other held on tightly to the leash his Doberman pinscher was tied to.
He lied there for a while. His dog didn't have the reaction I would have expected. Usually man's best friend will sidle up to you and display some sort of concern. He just kept looking ahead and then turned around and barked at his owner as if to say "come on! suck it up and let's go!" His master eventually got up, but cut the walk short as he turned back to direction they came from.
A little later on, my kitty seized an opportunity to escape when I opened the door to take down the recycling. He's usually such a good boy and listens when I call him. Not today. He's had his eye on a robin that was taunting him all weekend and he was on a mission to give that bird a talking to.
Robin's aren't the smartest of the bird species. They tend to walk instead of fly. So picture what we looked like; the crazy robin running back and forth, the cat chasing the robin and me chasing the cat. We looked like a weird rendition of the theory of evolution poster.
Eventually the bird remembered what wings are for and flew away to live another day. The cat was caught and the man who fell earlier was out with his dog again, but this time he left his roller blades at home. Pets..gotta love them.
This past Winter was especially long, cold and brutal. I was sick not once, but twice. Being someone who doesn't usually succumb to whatever airborne virus is floating around, I felt like I was run over by one of the blasted busses I take each day, then backed over on by a garbage truck, and then subsequently thrown under any oncoming cars.
When I resigned myself to the fact that I had joined the ranks of the hacking coughing sniffling masses, I crawled over to the medicine cabinet and found...absolutely nothing for cold or flu.
I managed to haul my miserable self to the drug store to arm myself with an artillery of over the counter pharmaceuticals.
Vicks vaporub..check, Tylenol Cold and Flu tablets..check, Cough Syrup..check, Tissues..check. For good measure I threw in a package of Halls cough drops for my sore throat. In my books, the worst part of a cold (when I get one) is the sore throat. I'd rather swallow razor blades than put up with that. I was pleasantly surprised at the variety of flavors. Goodbye Listerine tasting cherry cough drop. Hellooooo citrus-y little drops of yummy goodness.
After popping the lozenge into my mouth, I noticed something written on the wrapper. It read "Let's hear your battle cry" and "Don't try harder - DO harder". What??? For a minute there I thought maybe my fever was so bad that I was hallucinating. Nope, I was not. I was flat on my back getting pressure from a cough drop. Way to go, Halls. Kick a girl when she's down why don't you.
It's tough being sick when you're a single girl living alone. There's nobody there to make you chicken soup or tell you that you actually look very endearing with a nose as red as Rudolph's. Pity party for one. Even the cats look at me as if to say "are you going to be able to get up and feed us at some point?". Ingrates.
The cold hard facts are this: Halls doesn't care, and the cats were vaguely aware of my presence. That being said, I shuffled over to the kitchen and made myself a cup of Carnation Hot Chocolate. Why? Because their packaging says "like a warm hug on a cold day".
All is right in the world after all.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.