Dear Friends,
If you wish, on September 4, you can google my new blog:
www.myacceptancespeech.blogspot.ca
Looking forward to entertaining you!
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Saturday, 25 August 2012
To Be Continued..........
Dear Friends,
Hi, it's me again! It seems I can't stay away from my hot pink MacBookPro! I didn't think I had anymore print left in me! But, obviously I do. Stay tuned for new, short & sweet topics, under a different umbrella!
Write to you, soon,
Lili
Hi, it's me again! It seems I can't stay away from my hot pink MacBookPro! I didn't think I had anymore print left in me! But, obviously I do. Stay tuned for new, short & sweet topics, under a different umbrella!
Write to you, soon,
Lili
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Gratitude Day 164 - Potpourri
Dear Friends,
Time is running out and I still have a long list of blessings!
1. Remote Control!
Have a smooth and relaxing day, everyone!
Time is running out and I still have a long list of blessings!
1. Remote Control!
Imagine getting up to brows almost 200 channels, and lower the volume every five minutes when consumer awareness interruptions come on!
2. Mayo!
I can’t even imagine a sandwich without it! Mustard is too watery, butter or margarine are too greasy!
3. Brazil!
What would we Canadian women (and men) do without Brazilian goodies; bikini wax, hair relaxing method, clay and now Brazilian butt lift program!
4. Bugg Repellent!
I’m every insects’ Cosco - they come in bunch; shop till they drop! This summer with the new Off that looks and hooks like a pager, I shall fight back!
5. Our Adversaries!
It’s never about us, it’s always about them!
Getting to the bottom of their “cause" might unveil a hidden treasure in us ! I personally owe a lot to my adversaries. They are like crossword puzzle; challenging and frustrating! But, their main purpose is to keep us sharp!
I’m every insects’ Cosco - they come in bunch; shop till they drop! This summer with the new Off that looks and hooks like a pager, I shall fight back!
5. Our Adversaries!
It’s never about us, it’s always about them!
Getting to the bottom of their “cause" might unveil a hidden treasure in us ! I personally owe a lot to my adversaries. They are like crossword puzzle; challenging and frustrating! But, their main purpose is to keep us sharp!
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Gratitude Day 163 - The Roadrunners
Dear Friends,
As I have already mentioned, I’m very grateful for being able to walk because # 11 is my daily mode of transportation. I don’t drive and I don’t like public transportation.
Although I don’t frequent the exercise room in my building anymore, I just might have to resume my relationship with the treadmill - only to run away from the roadrunners!
Have a safe day everyone!
As I have already mentioned, I’m very grateful for being able to walk because # 11 is my daily mode of transportation. I don’t drive and I don’t like public transportation.
Since it has been proven that walking is the healthiest exercise for all ages and body types, I’m also a treadmill fan. I used to own one. For many years, I enjoyed a steady relationship with my treadmill and favourite DVD’s - Sex and the City!
As all good things come to an end eventually, the treadmill broke down and the New York hip lifestyle lost its appeal for a middle-aged Torontonian!
I let go of the treadmill in favour of the swimming pool. However, I really would like to accentuate the benefits of the treadmill to people who like to run on very narrow, busy sidewalks of midtown Toronto!
Although I don’t frequent the exercise room in my building anymore, I just might have to resume my relationship with the treadmill - only to run away from the roadrunners!
Have a safe day everyone!
Monday, 25 June 2012
Gratitude Day 162 - Dress Code - Oppression or Emancipation?
Dear Friends,
It’s a long posting! It was a relaxing weekend, and the topic of "clothes” is close to my heart!
To paraphrase a Russian saying; people judge us by our clothes when they meet us, by our brains when they leave us!
Clothes have certainly come a long way since they were made of leaves, straws and animal skins to barely cover us up.
Way before designers came along, clothes had already developed socio-economic values. Then, they became an "eyebrow raising" symbol of liberation, from Coco Chanel to the hippies. Today, it seems clothes are all about female sexuality - flaunting it or hiding it! In Toronto, at the intersection of Yonge and Eglinton, there are women in full hijab and women in skimpy shorts and tops. Oppression, emancipation or simply a matter of personal choice?
In my time and circle, every occasion and establishment required its proper attire. We played tennis in white, dined in skirt (lined), wore pants only on picnics. Checkered and stripes did not go out at night; silver, gold and sequins never saw the light of day. Shorts belonged on the beach and jeans were for cowboys!
When it came to dress code, “laissez-faire” was not an option, for women or men. Thus, as far as “protocol,” I can appreciate dress code, not because I believe in it, but because I was raised with it. However, once “dress code” becomes a matter of “coverage” for women, I develop major issues!
If I wanted to be told what to wear, I would have stayed in Iran!
Which sex, culture and age-group should decide what's appropriate? Where do we draw the line; at mid-thigh? Two centimetres below the shoulder? The hair? The eyes? The curves or the voice? Who should set the norm; people with bare upper body in Africa, or head-to-toe covered people in Saudi Arabia? Strangely enough, we live in a city that allows both!
When we tell eleven/twelve year-old girls to follow the “appropriate" dress code, we are telling them they have developed sexuality. And then, when they engage in “sexual” behaviour, we wonder why. I vote for uniform! Although it does not slow down growth and development, it demands esteem for the integrity of the institution, not just covering skin.
Respecting, protecting and taking responsibility for one’s sexuality involve a great deal of education and discussion. Merely telling girls to follow a modest dress code is not enough, especially when the “banned" attire is quite acceptable elsewhere! When it comes to female body and persona “appropriateness” is relative to culture and upbringing. (I personally belong to the generation of the hunchbacks!)
I'm so very grateful my body has become esthetically challenged - I cover it up voluntarily. If it were worth displaying, I'm not sure how I would have felt following a "dress code" in twenty-first century Canada, where we dine in jeans!
By the way, what’s up with track suits and sweat pants?!
Have a “laissez-faire” kind of a day!
It’s a long posting! It was a relaxing weekend, and the topic of "clothes” is close to my heart!
To paraphrase a Russian saying; people judge us by our clothes when they meet us, by our brains when they leave us!
Clothes have certainly come a long way since they were made of leaves, straws and animal skins to barely cover us up.
Way before designers came along, clothes had already developed socio-economic values. Then, they became an "eyebrow raising" symbol of liberation, from Coco Chanel to the hippies. Today, it seems clothes are all about female sexuality - flaunting it or hiding it! In Toronto, at the intersection of Yonge and Eglinton, there are women in full hijab and women in skimpy shorts and tops. Oppression, emancipation or simply a matter of personal choice?
When it came to dress code, “laissez-faire” was not an option, for women or men. Thus, as far as “protocol,” I can appreciate dress code, not because I believe in it, but because I was raised with it. However, once “dress code” becomes a matter of “coverage” for women, I develop major issues!
If I wanted to be told what to wear, I would have stayed in Iran!
At my school, we are teaching our female students to respect their body by reinforcing a dress code that we are to follow as well.
Which sex, culture and age-group should decide what's appropriate? Where do we draw the line; at mid-thigh? Two centimetres below the shoulder? The hair? The eyes? The curves or the voice? Who should set the norm; people with bare upper body in Africa, or head-to-toe covered people in Saudi Arabia? Strangely enough, we live in a city that allows both!
Respecting, protecting and taking responsibility for one’s sexuality involve a great deal of education and discussion. Merely telling girls to follow a modest dress code is not enough, especially when the “banned" attire is quite acceptable elsewhere! When it comes to female body and persona “appropriateness” is relative to culture and upbringing. (I personally belong to the generation of the hunchbacks!)
I'm so very grateful my body has become esthetically challenged - I cover it up voluntarily. If it were worth displaying, I'm not sure how I would have felt following a "dress code" in twenty-first century Canada, where we dine in jeans!
By the way, what’s up with track suits and sweat pants?!
Have a “laissez-faire” kind of a day!
Friday, 22 June 2012
Gratitude Day 161 - Riding The Tide
Dear Friends,
It has been said so many times, in so many ways that the difference between the “troubled" and the “untroubled" isn’t in the trouble, but in the way it's handled. And last night, handled, I did - the unimaginable! I went from The Cash Store, to Cash Money, to Money Mart to pay off my son’s gambling debts! The unbearable heat rising from the asphalt, the weirdos acting out along Yonge Street and the employees and my son being on first name basis, added more “noir" to the black comedy I was living!
According to Scott Peck, the author of Road Less Traveled, Life is difficult! Truth such as this allows me to take (gratefully) full advantage of the (anticipated) temporary calmness in my life this weekend. I shall wash the windows, plant some herbs, flowers and bring out the balcony furniture, looking forward to visiting with my granddaughters from NY.
Until the next storm hits my sail (and I’m sure, it will), I remain grateful for my ability to understand and accept that Life will not cease to happen; it’s how I choose to live it (with a little help from my friend, Pinot Grigio) that will make all the difference.
Have an easy, breezy weekend everyone!
It has been said so many times, in so many ways that the difference between the “troubled" and the “untroubled" isn’t in the trouble, but in the way it's handled. And last night, handled, I did - the unimaginable! I went from The Cash Store, to Cash Money, to Money Mart to pay off my son’s gambling debts! The unbearable heat rising from the asphalt, the weirdos acting out along Yonge Street and the employees and my son being on first name basis, added more “noir" to the black comedy I was living!
According to Scott Peck, the author of Road Less Traveled, Life is difficult! Truth such as this allows me to take (gratefully) full advantage of the (anticipated) temporary calmness in my life this weekend. I shall wash the windows, plant some herbs, flowers and bring out the balcony furniture, looking forward to visiting with my granddaughters from NY.
Until the next storm hits my sail (and I’m sure, it will), I remain grateful for my ability to understand and accept that Life will not cease to happen; it’s how I choose to live it (with a little help from my friend, Pinot Grigio) that will make all the difference.
Have an easy, breezy weekend everyone!
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Gratitude Day 160 - Disguised as Blessing
Dear Friends,
There is "blessing in disguise" and then there is "disguised as blessing!”
Remember while back (Gratitude Day 115), I sang the praises of Shellac - a manicure that lasts at least for two weeks? Well, I changed my mind!
Just because my hands were free, it didn’t mean they were safe! Because of the nail polish that doesn’t chip, I had become very careless with my hands; peeling potatoes, washing dishes, scraping pots and pans, opening cans and jars! Before Shellac, in honour of the “regular" manicure, my hands would be spared harsh labour.
I found Shellac to be a little devil disguised as blessing!
Gratefully, I have returned to ordinary nail polish because it can be reapplied. My hands, on the other hand, once gone - are gone forever!
Have a blessed day everyone!
There is "blessing in disguise" and then there is "disguised as blessing!”
Remember while back (Gratitude Day 115), I sang the praises of Shellac - a manicure that lasts at least for two weeks? Well, I changed my mind!
Just because my hands were free, it didn’t mean they were safe! Because of the nail polish that doesn’t chip, I had become very careless with my hands; peeling potatoes, washing dishes, scraping pots and pans, opening cans and jars! Before Shellac, in honour of the “regular" manicure, my hands would be spared harsh labour.
I found Shellac to be a little devil disguised as blessing!
Gratefully, I have returned to ordinary nail polish because it can be reapplied. My hands, on the other hand, once gone - are gone forever!
Have a blessed day everyone!
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