Don't care.

Dear Facebook
I really do not need to know that someone liked a picture from a group I am following.
I do not need to know someone made a comment on a picture I liked.
I do not need to know "people you may know".
Next thing you will do, is have me knowing when people so far as fart while logged on to facebook!
I've pretty much altered your site to screen things out, to shut off the continual bombardment of extraneous useless information.
So all this added extra information you insist on giving me even when I do not log on to facebook - I REALLY DO NOT NEED TO KNOW.
Get it?
So stop with the damn email updates!
I already thought I shut that off.
Jerk.
Thanks,
Joss

sad loss

So two great colleagues are leaving the health centre yet again.
boo
Although I pretty much keep to myself, these ppl are great enough to know they are good peeps.
One lady has been here maybe about 2 yrs and another has been here before I started at this place.
Very positive people, approachable and easy going and positive about the work they do and you can see the passion in what they do and the clients they help.
When they enjoy the work they do and are sooo focused on it, there's no time for any of the other things that come with working in a place - like work politics, catty-ness, gossip, complaints, false-fronts, cliques.....
Sad times people, sad times. They will be missed, but I am excited for them.
And this place will go on...
Welp, that's my thoughts for now, on to the rest of my day.

kismet

Ever come across a set of eyes that you just seem to catch and you lock into a gaze that seems to take you away into a different dimension, where time stands still, sounds become a distant echo, and you seem to speak to each other without saying words, and you know that behind those eyes, they think and feel the same exact way, almost like for that instant, you are one person, and you force yourself to look away as magnetic as they are, because you know, if you gaze any longer, you may lose yourself forever.... ?
Yea, me neither.
Carry on with your day.

150....

So this year Canada turns 150 yrs old.
humph. Thats it?
For some reason I feel Canada is much older than it is...
That seems still so pretty young for this wild ol' country of ours.

The other night, my girlfriends and I were talking about getting some red and white gear for the big day - you see, unfortunately, we aren't as patriotic as our red, white, blue and stars and all, neighbours down south.
I think we should be!
I went to Ottawa one year for Canada day about 10 yrs ago and it was such a wonderful feeling being in a sea of red, white and maple leafs, to feel you belong and celebrate something in common with those around you - like we are part of some marvelous team of comradery.

Later on after that night, one of my gfs emails me to say she found a shirt for Canada day:



Then she said "...although, we'd probably get stoned to death, especially in Ottawa!"

haha. Yep, Pretty much.

Oh Canada.... our true north, strong and free..... bahaha....

feeling of first...

It was grade 4, my teacher was Mrs. Brieghtup. So fitting for such a positive lady.
I just moved to a new school. My folks had a talk with her earlier in the year when I started, about how things were in my old school. Apparently, in my old school, the teacher there had a thing against shy kids, she felt that it implied much more that just shyness. The old teacher kept me after school a few times to do extra homework and it annoyed me. Sometimes I just sneaked off when she wasn't looking and walked home a few times.

So one day in my new school, Mrs. Brieghtup started class again after recess with a pop-quiz.
Math.
Everyone grumbled, and begrudgingly handed their papers in. It was basically based on the lesson we had the day before. After she tallied the marks, she stood in front of the class and said she was a bit disappointed with the class because we should all know this, a lot of us still did well but we should have all gotten perfect!
She did say though, that there was only one person who had a perfect score...
Me!
How awesome is that?! I did have a feeling that I did well on it because I understood it all.
But what shocked me was how she took the time to especially announce it to the class.
What shocked me more is that she had a special prize for the person that got perfect, and I remember I think she gave me a necklace (I think she had a whole bunch of prizes in her desk).
When she gave me my prize, she also gave me a hug and said she was proud of me. I had a funny feeling that she did it that way just to prove that the old teacher was wrong, to prove it to me, and also my folks, despite what the old teacher made me feel like.  But, that quiz, was all me on my own.

Being shy, I tend to be more comfortable with not being placed first, and feeling uncomfortable when I am being put first or if the attention is focused on me, so much that I often deflect it, or make excuses for it. How terribly wrong is it to get used to that feeling about one self.
I mean, how can anyone else put you first if you do not think you deserve it?!
Have to constantly remind myself of those feelings of being put first, until that becomes my comfort zone.

Thank you Mrs. Brieghtup!

Choose....

" Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.
You do too.
Choose Wisely."
- Brian Reeves

Just an excerpt, but the whole read is quite something really.... kinda sad too, though...

mind. blown. (I exaggerate, but still...)

Dennis Rodman visiting N. Korea, possibly to help relations on behalf of Trump?...so strange.

Now I'm quoting J.Lo?!

Whats happening to me?! haha.

But this was nice:

"When you really love yourself, and care about yourself, and cherish yourself, and give yourself that worth, you don't allow people to treat you in any other way except that is loving and healthy and how you would treat them."

So much learning to do in this big ol wide world and interesting life I was given....