Our boys ROCK!:bananadance::bananadance::bananadance:
Our juniors won the World Junior Hockey Championship last night. Back to back gold medals. The Canadians were the underdogs, but they came through and beat out the Russians. They were awesome!!!:yes:
They may play hockey around the world, but hockey IS Canada’s game.
In the “people are strange” department – yesterday morning, the parking lot in front of the gym I go to was particularly crowded. The only parking spots available were at the opposite end of the mall, which was fine by me. It’s not that far to walk, and it was a nice day. So I parked and got out.
A woman driving a minivan was circling the lot, apparently not pleased with having to park near the back of the lot. She was still driving up one aisle and down another when I got to the gym. I forgot about her until I saw her a half hour later – on the treadmill.
So, she drove around looking for a spot right at the front door of the gym so she wouldn’t have to walk, then came inside to walk on the treadmill. Am I missing something here? Does that make any sense at all?
Maybe that’s like ordering fries and gravy (or poutine for you Canucks), and Diet Coke 😆
It’s been said that by writing down your goals, you create instructions for the subconscious mind to follow. The more positive instructions you give it, the more positive results you will get.
So I spent almost an hour working on my goals for this year. I wrote a list covering writing, family, health, everything I could think of. I outlined every goal in excrutiating detail. Apparently it’s important to be as specific as possible because the subconscious works best when the details are clear.
There I was, feeling quite proud of myself, positive that this year would be the best yet. And if even half my goals came to fruition, I’d be successful. Then – poof! No power. No lights. Nothing. And I’d forgotten to save it. :wall:
So the new list, in no specific order, goes like this:
1. Eat less, exercise more.
2. Write books, sell books.
3. Travel.
4. Have fun.
5. Redecorate.
What about you? Did you make resolutions/goals for 2006?
The author is unknown, but it expresses my wish for all of you.
Here’s a toast to the future, A toast to the past,
And a toast to our friends, far and near.
May the future be pleasant; The past a bright dream;
May our friends remain faithful and dear.
I haven’t been blogging lately, but I’d like to take this opportunity to wish all of you peace, love and happiness during this holiday season.
I have a pet peeve. It drives me insane when I read professionally written work (ads, corporate websites, etc.) and I find typos and errors in grammar that somebody should have seen during the editing/proofreading process.
So often lately, I’ve noticed mistakes in newspaper articles and other published works. Mistakes in word choice, ie. affect/effect, principle/principal. Improper use of apostrophes. Mistakes in spelling (in one article, I saw congratulations spelled as “congraDulations”). Wouldn’t that show up in any word processor’s spellcheck?
And then there’s the punctuation problem. I found this on the web:
Punctuation is the Key
An english professor wrote up on the board “woman without her man is nothing” and told his students to punctuate it.
The males in the class wrote “Woman, without her man, is nothing.”
The females wrote “Woman! Without her, man is nothing.”
See what I mean? Is it just me? Is it because words are important to me that mistakes jump out at me as if they have a neon sign shouting “error! error!?” Or is it just that I’m an anal, obsessive perfectionist? Don’t answer that. 😀
A friend sent me this. I don’t know where she got it, but it sums up exactly how I feel this morning. The temperature is hovering around the freezing mark, the snow is falling, the wind is howling, and all I want to do is go back to bed and stay there until spring.
I Wish I Was A Bear
If you’re a bear, you can hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate,
you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that too.
Your husband expects you to growl when you wake up.
He expects you to have hairy leags and excess body fat.
I wish I was a bear.
