Moderation is Key, or is it?

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Do you believe “moderation is the key” or do you live by the “you can never get enough of a good thing” motto? Hubby and I differ in our opinions here.

Too Much of a Good Thing

When you find a “deal” do you (or are you tempted to) buy more than you need? From food items to household products to clothes, I like to buy only what I need when I need it, especially things I have never purchased before. I like to test drive items before I buy in multiples.

Someone else in this household, however, (did I tell you we are empty-nesters?) is like “oh, these jeans are on sale, maybe I should get three pairs so I won’t have to buy any for years.” If I did this I would probably forget I purchased the other two (identical) pairs. Shoes are another item hubby buys in bulk, shoe boxes line his closet, all with the same shoes in them.

The only time I admit to (perhaps) going overboard is when I’m perusing the garden nurseries. In that case, I can never get enough, and too much doesn’t occur to me. Especially plant sales or clearances. I love to nurture sad-looking plants, as most on clearance racks are, back to health.

Things in Moderation

Many things are said to be best in moderation.

Red wine comes to mind for me. I regret drinking more than two glasses when the resulting pounding headache the next morning reminds me I had too much. I can however handle more than two margaritas, especially the “skinny” variety I love concocted with Bubly and no triple sec.

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House cleaning is something else I practice in moderation. My mother was a clean freak, me not so much. I do enjoy a clean house, especially the smell of a clean house. I enjoy it even more so when someone else has done the cleaning. Way back when my sons were young and I was working two full-time jobs (because that’s what you do when you work outside the home and are a mom too) I had a cleaning lady. Tuesday afternoons I would come home to an awesome-smelling, clean home. What a treat that was! The biggest problem with that arrangement is that I would run around tidying up the house Monday evening…in moderation of course.

Sitting still is yet another thing I do only in moderation. I can sit and read a good book, or watch a good movie on TV, occasionally. I’m not very good at sitting through an entire movie though without getting up to throw in a load of laundry or folding said laundry.

Fortunately for me, and my waistline in particular, I enjoy junk food in moderation. Very sugary stuff I am not that fond of as sugar gives me a sore throat. Treats like ice cream and dark chocolate though are my favourite indulgences.

What do you enjoy in moderation or excess? Please share!

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Words of Wisdom

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Listening to the radio recently, I was reminded of some words of wisdom my mother shared with me years ago.

iHeartRadio’s Brooke and Jeffrey in the morning show were in the middle of a second date episode.  The pretext is this: if you go on a first date with someone and they ghost you (don’t contact you or return your calls, texts, messages etc), you contact the radio show to enlist their help to find out why. The funny part is that the ghostee is on the line listening to the ghoster’s reasons for their behaviour without the latter’s knowledge. After the dirty laundry is aired, both parties are then asked if they would be willing to go on a second date, at the expense of the radio station.

The young lady in this specific episode was (in my opinion) pretty high on herself…because (in her opinion) she’s really good-looking. When she only received a text from the ghostee within the next 24hrs, she moved on to the list of other guys she “swiped.”

You might think I’m wandering off-topic here, (I do that sometimes) but bear with me this time. I will get back to the words of wisdom from my mother.

Looks will get you the  First 5 Minutes

And after that, you’re on your own.

I heard these words of wisdom many times whenever I was primping (yes, I too was a vain teenager) in front of a mirror in preparation for an evening out.

What old-fashioned words of wisdom do you remember hearing that may not be so common today?

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Erasing History, Why is it so Selective?

I find it extremely annoying and disconcerting that people want to eradicate historic people and events. History is based on facts, some good and some not so good, but none that should be erased to make us feel better about ourselves. Hopefully we have evolved enough to avoid repeating the same politically incorrect transgressions.

Canadians (some) Demanding all Traces of Sir John A MacDonald be Removed

Sir John A MacDonald has been on the literal hit list in Canada lately. Schools, buildings, streets, statues, bridges, and the like are being renamed because of the belief that his federal policies were suspect when he was our Prime Minister. As our very first Prime Minister, he was instrumental in our country’s development and deserves a place in our history.

I find this obsession to erase history frustrating and ridiculous. Where do we draw the line? Who decides who was bad, really bad, bad enough to wipe them out?

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Sir John A. MacDonald, Wikipedia

What About O.J?

These feelings of disgust were re-awakened yesterday afternoon when I was watching football and O.J. Simpson’s name came up. Inducted into the football hall of fame for his prowess on the field, he is still idolized and celebrated often by commentators and fans.

I don’t know about you, but I was totally dismayed that O.J. literally got away with murder. Twice. Talk about a travesty of justice. Yes, he was convicted in a civil suit, awarding money to the families of his victims, and spent some time in the clinker, but still got away with murder in the criminal courts.

O.J. Simpson, Wikipedia

What’s the Difference?

The point of this rant? Why is there a difference between the way we are willing to acknowledge the historic actions or behaviour of Sir John A and O.J? Why does O.J. Simpson continue to be idolized and revered when Sir John A. MacDonald and other historic figures are getting toppled from our graces, shunned, with all traces of them discarded from our lives?

Life Lessons

Learning from our mistakes should be considered valuable life lessons. We should be taught to move on and refrain (hopefully) from repeating the same mistakes. That doesn’t mean the lessons or mistakes didn’t happen and shouldn’t be acknowledged. Life lessons get chronicled in our brains, or, in some cases, our journals or diaries.

In Conclusion

It seems to me that we are offended by everything and everyone these days. If our ideologies are threatened (??) we demand all traces of the offender removed from society. If we can accept the accomplishments and talents of one man without judging him on his lifestyle, ethics, or morals, why can we not accept the valuable contributions of others?

I believe that history is in the past; we learn about people, places, and things and decide how to incorporate the good from the past into our futures. Every country in the world can dredge up unsavory actions of their leaders and heroes. It’s how the indiscretions are dealt with that should decide the success and health of the country moving forward.

Well, I feel (somewhat) better after this rant, but I would like to hear from others. Am I wrong? Or just easily offended.

The Small Things in Life

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Sometimes the small things in life are what brings you the most pleasure. Especially when you cannot, or have not been able to, enjoy these things. As I have muddled through this past week housebound (other than a few brief outings for fresh air) with a bad cold, I have jotted a few things down…

A Cup of Coffee

I assume it has been my body’s way of keeping me hydrated by making coffee taste awful. Thursday I attempted to enjoy my first cup of coffee in over four days. It never happened. I managed a few sips, but that’s as much as I could choke down. This morning (Saturday) I tried again and got through the whole cup, but I can’t say I enjoyed it all that much.

A Hot Shower

Sad to say this has been my most exciting (and most strenuous) activity this week. After the fiasco earlier in the week, I have learned to enjoy this luxury when someone else is home to listen for any unexpected thumps.

Supermarket Roasted Chickens

My son went out for groceries this week and came home with ready to eat, roasted chickens. Brilliant! One less thing to worry about.

Messages From Friends and Family

Cheery emails and messages from friends and family and even my fellow bloggers have been greatly appreciated this week. A video chat with my two year old granddaughter was a favourite. Her sweet voice and cheery smile always make me smile, this week in my heightened sense of appreciation, even more so.

Clear Sinuses

This whole mess started with a sinus headache that I nursed for several days, over a week ago now, before the nastier symptoms hit with a vengeance. I distinctly remember the popping balloons at my grandson’s birthday party feeling like explosions in my head. Maybe those “explosions” were a sign of things to come. Regardless, I am grateful that my sinuses are now clear, although my nose is on the run.

Soft Kleenex (Tissues)

And now that my nose is on the run, I am appreciating the softness of Kleenex tissues. I admit that I always thought tissue was tissue. My nose will tell you otherwise these days.

An Appetite

My appetite was non-existent most of the week, not so for my chief cooks and bottle washers (hubby and son). This is where the aforementioned roasted chickens came in, to complement their other (take-out) dinners. Last night I managed to enjoy a half order of Pad Thai, my favourite take out dinner. Tonight I baked a (gluten free) lasagna, my first forage into the kitchen in ages. A returned appetite has reminded me of my love for cooking. I’ll leave the clean up for them.

A Pretty Winter’s Day

Looking out my windows today, I am appreciating the beautiful blue sky, snow laden trees and rooftops, the warm sunshine, and icicles, lots of icicles…

I even got out for a short walk when the sun was at it’s warmest, progress indeed!

A Real Job, What is Yours?

What does a real job mean to you?  I read this powerful message on Facebook the other day…

The other day, someone very dear to me said, “Charlotte, promise me this. Promise me you won’t go back to waiting tables, frothing coffees or tending bars. When you graduate uni, you’ll get a real job, won’t you?”
Hmmm. ‘Real’. What does ‘real’ look like? Does it wear a suit? Boast a briefcase? Does it drive a ute? Fly a plane? Is its hands dirty, or clean? Does it save lives, or suck the life right out? Does it do your dry cleaning? Keep our streets clean? Your coffee cravings at bay?
So many people chase ‘real’, the ‘real’ that seems to be etched into our skin by society’s blade, and find that they don’t belong to their own life.
The way we have been conditioned is a travesty. The pressure I am under, as a 25-year-old, to make decisions that will supposedly ‘make or break me’ is crushing. The truth is, there are no rules here. Success is highly subjective. It’s traumatising to measure your success against someone else’s, yet we do it to ourselves every day.
The person who said the above said it out of love, and I love them for that. I get it. They want to see me succeed, but under whose guidelines? They want me to move up in the world, but who sets the bar?
Whether you’re a barista or a barrister, university graduate or world traveller, business owner or garbage collector. It doesn’t matter! What matters is that you make the rules. It’s your life.
Take it back!

A Real Job can be Whatever you Want it to be

Charlotte May McLeod (@lottiemaymcleod) posted these words of wisdom in Australia in frustration for the situation she is in.  Well said Charlotte, good for you for recognizing that a real job can be anything we want it to be.  Students and parents alike today (over) focus on the pursuit of the perfect education in preparation for the equally perfect job upon graduation.  The problem is that a job deemed perfect for one person is often not even close to perfect for another.

Education is Important

Education is important, that will never change, but keep in mind that there are all kinds of education available to prepare you for your very own real job.  Remember that every job you take on is an education of sorts, even those that are not considered real jobs.  Many of these so-called, not real jobs open doors for exciting and lucrative opportunities.  By lucrative, I mean both financially and emotionally rewarding. Sometimes you just have to be in the right place at the right time.

As Charlotte so eloquently stated, a real job can be anything you like these days, don’t settle for something that will please or impress anyone except yourself.