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!
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Gratitude Day 159 - No More Headaches
Dear Friends,
There was a season to have properties, now it’s the season to let go of “anticipated” gains and instead invest in amplifying my life by simplifying it.
Whoever has the biggest roof, will get the most snow - another Iranian saying I had to share with you! In plain English - the more goods you have, the more responsibilities you have!
Although I would have liked to make more money on the sale of my condo, I remain very grateful to have literally gotten rid of one roof. One less tenant, tax bill, condo fee and mortgage. I must admit I’m a bit disappointed in myself for not becoming the first real estate tycoon in my family. However, I have to accept my personality has limited me to being a little old lady who doesn’t want to shovel snow anymore!
Although I would have liked to make more money on the sale of my condo, I remain very grateful to have literally gotten rid of one roof. One less tenant, tax bill, condo fee and mortgage. I must admit I’m a bit disappointed in myself for not becoming the first real estate tycoon in my family. However, I have to accept my personality has limited me to being a little old lady who doesn’t want to shovel snow anymore!
There was a season to have properties, now it’s the season to let go of “anticipated” gains and instead invest in amplifying my life by simplifying it.
I’m so very grateful to have sold my investment property. Once I pay the agent, the bank, the stager, the painter, the lawyer and the government, there will be no money, no property, no headache! That’s very liberating!
Have a headache-free day everyone!
Have a headache-free day everyone!
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Gratitude Day 158 - Mall Massage
Dear Friends,
Today, I would like to send my appreciation (gratitude) to
THE GREAT AMERICAN BACKRUB _ YEC!
It’s a massage nook, tucked away in a few malls across Toronto.
Leave it to “Americans" to come up with simple, speedy version of everything!
Sometimes, a girl just doesn’t feel like taking her clothes off and slipping between crisp white sheets, listening to soothing music and inhaling aromatic oils. Sometimes, all she needs is a quick, unceremonious back rub in a public place; a pair of strong hands named Dimitro, to take his frustrations out on her shoulders. Peu importe, the mall fragrance and racket in the background!
Have a relaxing day everyone!
Today, I would like to send my appreciation (gratitude) to
THE GREAT AMERICAN BACKRUB _ YEC!
It’s a massage nook, tucked away in a few malls across Toronto.
Leave it to “Americans" to come up with simple, speedy version of everything!
Sometimes, a girl just doesn’t feel like taking her clothes off and slipping between crisp white sheets, listening to soothing music and inhaling aromatic oils. Sometimes, all she needs is a quick, unceremonious back rub in a public place; a pair of strong hands named Dimitro, to take his frustrations out on her shoulders. Peu importe, the mall fragrance and racket in the background!
Have a relaxing day everyone!
Monday, 18 June 2012
Gratitude Day 157 - Belly Dancing on Stage
Dear Friends,
To my mother's absolute horror, “Thank god your father is not here to hear this," I went on stage and belly danced in front of a hall full of strangers!
I have no idea what possessed me to sign up for the gala performance at my belly dance studio, but I did! Maybe I was operating under the influence of Mark Twain who said, we will regret more what we don't do, than what we do. Maybe it was my "have to take risks” sermons to my students that pushed me. Or maybe, it was just my own philosophy of living it up!
I’m so grateful I did it! It was courageous; it was fun; it was invigorating! Most importantly, now when I preach "risk taking" to my students, my nose will not grow longer!
I’m grateful to my three dear friends who came to cheer me on. And, I’m also very grateful to my son for being there. Contrary to my mother’s belief, he was not “embarrassed" to see his mother dance.
Have a fun-filled day everyone!
To my mother's absolute horror, “Thank god your father is not here to hear this," I went on stage and belly danced in front of a hall full of strangers!
I have no idea what possessed me to sign up for the gala performance at my belly dance studio, but I did! Maybe I was operating under the influence of Mark Twain who said, we will regret more what we don't do, than what we do. Maybe it was my "have to take risks” sermons to my students that pushed me. Or maybe, it was just my own philosophy of living it up!
I’m so grateful I did it! It was courageous; it was fun; it was invigorating! Most importantly, now when I preach "risk taking" to my students, my nose will not grow longer!
I’m grateful to my three dear friends who came to cheer me on. And, I’m also very grateful to my son for being there. Contrary to my mother’s belief, he was not “embarrassed" to see his mother dance.
Have a fun-filled day everyone!
Friday, 15 June 2012
Gratitude Day 156 - The Subway
Dear Friends,
Khoda-ro-shokr (Thank God in Farsi) I walk to work, and only take the
Subway every so often, and rarely during rush hour!
Today, with both "free will" and “willpower" being at subzero,
I’ll say Long Live Impermanence - the first Dharma Seal of
Buddha’s teaching!
Have a better weekend everyone!
I
very much dislike taking the subway! Sometimes, there are
loud, rude people; sometimes sneezing, coughing people; and
sometimes, a few smelly people!
Yesterday, squished between an ugly man and the ample bosom of a
loud, rude people; sometimes sneezing, coughing people; and
sometimes, a few smelly people!
Yesterday, squished between an ugly man and the ample bosom of a
very tall woman, I was not feeling very grateful. As I was pressing my
purse against me - you never know who has roaming fingers in a
crowded train- I kept urging myself to locate a blessing, a pleasant
memory, a simple pleasure. I tried to concentrate, holding my breath
so I don’t inhale the ugly man’s breath! With so little oxygen reaching
my brain cells, I couldn’t think of anything.
This shall pass too! I kept repeating in my head. Then all
of a sudden, I realised; what else could be more gratifying than
knowing this train ride will end. “This shall pass too!” I don’t
know who, when and where has coined the expression, but I find it
very comforting, in desperate times.
purse against me - you never know who has roaming fingers in a
crowded train- I kept urging myself to locate a blessing, a pleasant
memory, a simple pleasure. I tried to concentrate, holding my breath
so I don’t inhale the ugly man’s breath! With so little oxygen reaching
my brain cells, I couldn’t think of anything.
This shall pass too! I kept repeating in my head. Then all
of a sudden, I realised; what else could be more gratifying than
knowing this train ride will end. “This shall pass too!” I don’t
know who, when and where has coined the expression, but I find it
very comforting, in desperate times.
Khoda-ro-shokr (Thank God in Farsi) I walk to work, and only take the
Subway every so often, and rarely during rush hour!
Today, with both "free will" and “willpower" being at subzero,
I’ll say Long Live Impermanence - the first Dharma Seal of
Buddha’s teaching!
Have a better weekend everyone!
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Gratitude Day 155 - Flowers
Dear Freinds,
Every day on my walk to work,
I pass by some lovely flowers. Often, I stop for a few seconds to admire them.
Flowers are pretty powerful living things, aren’t they? They have their own season, personality, secret language, etiquette book. They know no boundaries; they go anywhere, anytime, speaking their mind. They welcome us to the world, and they see us off.
All flowers, regardless
of size, colour or scent have one thing in common - they are beautiful,
although not always kind. Some have thorns; some provoke allergies. Often, they discriminate against men and children, and some wouldn’t lend their names to women. Nonetheless, I’m very grateful for them.
I would like to dedicate
today’s posting to all the gardeners, professional and amateur. You make my
world so much more colourful – Thank you!
Have a beautiful day everyone!
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Gratitude Day 154 - Mistaken Identity
Dear Friends,
Last night, I was having dinner with my son at Mashu Mashu (gotta feed the kid if I want him to hang out with me!) A very charming man kept smiling at me. Being the polite person that I am, I smiled back. (I’m very polite!)
After a while, when my son stepped out to smoke, the charming man got up, pretending to get a saltshaker from the next table. I knew he wanted to take a better look at me. He smiled again. I smiled back which encouraged him to come forward and ask shyly, “Is your name Andrea?”
“No!" I said. I was not smiling, anymore!
On my way out, I told my son I was going to talk to the guy at the next table; if it was going to embarrass him he should leave the restaurant before me - he went out for another cigarette!
I approached the charming man, leaned forward and asked: “Did you mean Andrea as in Andrea Martin?"
He turned red. "I’m sorry, do you get this a lot?"
“Don’t feel bad” I said, "89 percent of Canadians think I’m her!"
Although I really get annoyed when people mistake me for Andrea Martin, mainly because I think I’m much better looking, I have to remain very grateful to this apparently uncanny resemblance to her. For the longest time, I thought people looked and smiled at me because they found me attractive! Thirty years ago, that misconception gave a young immigrant girl just enough self-confidence to feel good in a new country!
I have never gotten into any special clubs or received anything for free on this account, but, that’s fine; I’m vain, with low standards. I remain grateful for being looked and smiled at, even if it’s a matter of a mistaken identity!
Have an incomparable day, everyone!
Last night, I was having dinner with my son at Mashu Mashu (gotta feed the kid if I want him to hang out with me!) A very charming man kept smiling at me. Being the polite person that I am, I smiled back. (I’m very polite!)
After a while, when my son stepped out to smoke, the charming man got up, pretending to get a saltshaker from the next table. I knew he wanted to take a better look at me. He smiled again. I smiled back which encouraged him to come forward and ask shyly, “Is your name Andrea?”
“No!" I said. I was not smiling, anymore!
On my way out, I told my son I was going to talk to the guy at the next table; if it was going to embarrass him he should leave the restaurant before me - he went out for another cigarette!
I approached the charming man, leaned forward and asked: “Did you mean Andrea as in Andrea Martin?"
He turned red. "I’m sorry, do you get this a lot?"
“Don’t feel bad” I said, "89 percent of Canadians think I’m her!"
Although I really get annoyed when people mistake me for Andrea Martin, mainly because I think I’m much better looking, I have to remain very grateful to this apparently uncanny resemblance to her. For the longest time, I thought people looked and smiled at me because they found me attractive! Thirty years ago, that misconception gave a young immigrant girl just enough self-confidence to feel good in a new country!
I have never gotten into any special clubs or received anything for free on this account, but, that’s fine; I’m vain, with low standards. I remain grateful for being looked and smiled at, even if it’s a matter of a mistaken identity!
Have an incomparable day, everyone!
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Gratitude Day 153 - Aristotle, Plato and Socrates
Dear Friends,
According to the popular belief, reflected in the policy makers' bills, I'm sitting on the cushiest job in the world. I have it so good that not only I'm not entitled to better working conditions, but I’m to lose pay increase, sick days and grid advancement too. All the while, I'm supposed to keep up my positive attitude and enthusiasm for working with children, and for implementing, at times, unreasonable initiatives of the policy makers!
We teachers are such undervalued population! For every one person who says I respect teachers, there are hundreds who don’t see past the two months off.
Once I told an envious “Why don't you quit your job and become a teacher?"
"Oh no,” she said in horror, "I couldn't possibly be with children all day!"
"Well then, give some credit to those who can and are!” My curt reply got her off the envy waggon fast!
Yesterday we received some very disturbing news regarding the fate of our teaching career. The word “strike" was mentioned, too.
Eventually, for the policy makers, it all comes down to unrealistic promises to voters and of course - money. Mind you, it's seldom their skin and money - always ours.
In comparison to thousands and thousands of people, we are still in a decent place. However, until when can we find solace in having a job when we are losing our rights, dignity and whatever we worked and planned for?
There is a school of thought that claims being alive does not mean living! Perhaps that's why in many countries they pull the plug on the brain-dead.
The integrity of our job is in danger! Settling for six days sick leave in an environment where germs grow like mushroom!
I suppose, when the job includes dusting, cleaning, washing, wiping nose, bending down to fasten shoe laces, being yelled at, barfed at or even kicked, you can't expect respect. Sometimes, I wonder how parents bring themselves to leave their children in our care - after all, according to many, we are not worth much!
Well, this morning I say let's throw gratitude out the window! What is a job without respect, compassion and fulfilment. Let's all moan and groan as per articles in my psychology magazines, negative feelings bind people together better than positive ones.
I'm sure Plato, Socrates and Aristotle are all turning and tossing in their grave in our favour!
I must say though, I’m grateful I live in a country where they cannot put me in jail for speaking my mind today!
Have a binding day, everyone!
According to the popular belief, reflected in the policy makers' bills, I'm sitting on the cushiest job in the world. I have it so good that not only I'm not entitled to better working conditions, but I’m to lose pay increase, sick days and grid advancement too. All the while, I'm supposed to keep up my positive attitude and enthusiasm for working with children, and for implementing, at times, unreasonable initiatives of the policy makers!
We teachers are such undervalued population! For every one person who says I respect teachers, there are hundreds who don’t see past the two months off.
Once I told an envious “Why don't you quit your job and become a teacher?"
"Oh no,” she said in horror, "I couldn't possibly be with children all day!"
"Well then, give some credit to those who can and are!” My curt reply got her off the envy waggon fast!
Eventually, for the policy makers, it all comes down to unrealistic promises to voters and of course - money. Mind you, it's seldom their skin and money - always ours.
In comparison to thousands and thousands of people, we are still in a decent place. However, until when can we find solace in having a job when we are losing our rights, dignity and whatever we worked and planned for?
There is a school of thought that claims being alive does not mean living! Perhaps that's why in many countries they pull the plug on the brain-dead.
The integrity of our job is in danger! Settling for six days sick leave in an environment where germs grow like mushroom!
I suppose, when the job includes dusting, cleaning, washing, wiping nose, bending down to fasten shoe laces, being yelled at, barfed at or even kicked, you can't expect respect. Sometimes, I wonder how parents bring themselves to leave their children in our care - after all, according to many, we are not worth much!
Well, this morning I say let's throw gratitude out the window! What is a job without respect, compassion and fulfilment. Let's all moan and groan as per articles in my psychology magazines, negative feelings bind people together better than positive ones.
I'm sure Plato, Socrates and Aristotle are all turning and tossing in their grave in our favour!
I must say though, I’m grateful I live in a country where they cannot put me in jail for speaking my mind today!
Have a binding day, everyone!
Monday, 11 June 2012
Gratitude Day 152 - Pillows
Dear Friends,
Pillows—as lifeless as they are—sure live a full life! Although their function changes as we grow older (from pillow fight to pillow talk), they remain one of our most cherished items. No wonder we choose them with such care and become so attached to them.
Pillows support our head, back and feet. They hear our nocturne whispers, and peer at our dreams and nightmares. At times, they muffle the sound of our emotions. Sometimes we hug them, sit on them, punch them and sometimes we might even bite them! Through it all, pillows remain calm and forgiving.
Pillows' fancy cousins, cushions—every sofa’s soul mate—have a more glamorous lifestyle - they get to sit, pretty and hang out with company!
As lifeless as they are, pillows and cushions certainly add a lot to our life. I sure am grateful for my four pillows and seven cushions!
Have a cushy day everyone!
Friday, 8 June 2012
Gratitude Day 151 - Funeral Homes
Dear Friends,
I come from a culture that keeps Death at a comfortable distance. There are no funeral homes, and cemeteries are created in the outskirts of towns. You can only imagine my shock when I saw Death living in the heart of Toronto!
For the longest time, whenever I passed by Mt. Pleasant cemetery, I would turn my head. Every time I passed by the funeral home on my way to work, I would turn my head! Until one philosophical day when I almost got hit by a car, right in front of the house of Death! I had not thought of the other world being so close! I was literally and figuratively two hops away from the basement of the funeral home!
Now, gratefully, I live in a neighbourhood that has four funeral homes - all at walking distance! Far from becoming morbid, I have come to see these places as daily reminders that life is precious, fragile! I have to respect it by enjoying it!
Now only if I could sell this policy to a few loved ones around me!
Have a lively weekend, everyone!
I come from a culture that keeps Death at a comfortable distance. There are no funeral homes, and cemeteries are created in the outskirts of towns. You can only imagine my shock when I saw Death living in the heart of Toronto!
For the longest time, whenever I passed by Mt. Pleasant cemetery, I would turn my head. Every time I passed by the funeral home on my way to work, I would turn my head! Until one philosophical day when I almost got hit by a car, right in front of the house of Death! I had not thought of the other world being so close! I was literally and figuratively two hops away from the basement of the funeral home!
Now, gratefully, I live in a neighbourhood that has four funeral homes - all at walking distance! Far from becoming morbid, I have come to see these places as daily reminders that life is precious, fragile! I have to respect it by enjoying it!
Now only if I could sell this policy to a few loved ones around me!
Have a lively weekend, everyone!
Thursday, 7 June 2012
Gratitude Day 150 - Improvement, Perfection, Intermission!
Dear Friends,
I decided I have IFS- Improvement Fatigue Syndrome!
All I ever hear or read are messages of "betterment!"
I do realise "betterment" is the foundation of evolution, but I'm exhausted running after improvement! When will I be permitted to stop and enjoy what I have already become or accomplished? I rather work towards perfection - at least it's a destination - I can hope to get there someday. Improvement is a goal under perpetual construction! An endless tunnel! It's like a mirage; the closer you get to it, the farther it gets from you!
In my line of work (teaching) betterment is called "next step" or "two stars and a wish!" Well, guess what? After having written all my report cards where, to preserve the integrity of my evaluation, I had to mention all the possible areas for improvement, I decided, in the month of June, I shall keep my wishes to myself, and only dispense stars! After all, my students are only six/seven-years old. They have their whole life ahead of them to practise betterment! I give myself permission, on this 150th day of my gratitude blog, to sit back and enjoy our accomplishments, progress and growth.
Eventually, I have to return to the constructions zone because that’s how things are these days, but till then, I shall gratefully remain in my intermission state of mind!
Have a perfectly pause-able day everyone!
I decided I have IFS- Improvement Fatigue Syndrome!
All I ever hear or read are messages of "betterment!"
I do realise "betterment" is the foundation of evolution, but I'm exhausted running after improvement! When will I be permitted to stop and enjoy what I have already become or accomplished? I rather work towards perfection - at least it's a destination - I can hope to get there someday. Improvement is a goal under perpetual construction! An endless tunnel! It's like a mirage; the closer you get to it, the farther it gets from you!
In my line of work (teaching) betterment is called "next step" or "two stars and a wish!" Well, guess what? After having written all my report cards where, to preserve the integrity of my evaluation, I had to mention all the possible areas for improvement, I decided, in the month of June, I shall keep my wishes to myself, and only dispense stars! After all, my students are only six/seven-years old. They have their whole life ahead of them to practise betterment! I give myself permission, on this 150th day of my gratitude blog, to sit back and enjoy our accomplishments, progress and growth.
Eventually, I have to return to the constructions zone because that’s how things are these days, but till then, I shall gratefully remain in my intermission state of mind!
Have a perfectly pause-able day everyone!
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Gratitude Day 149 - Free Will - Catch 22
Dear Friends,
While I was reading up on willpower, I came across an article on free will. When it comes to "free will" - I feel discombobulated.
In Farsi, the word “beechareh" (solution-less) means “poor," as in poor pitiful hapless! Interestingly, lack of solution, choice, control and power in one language means "impoverishment” in another.
When people say they don’t have a choice, they really mean they don’t want the alternative. Our freedom is limited to who we are. What keeps us from making certain choices are the consequences, not lack of option.
Ultimately, we are held back or pushed forward by our personality which is influenced by our genes, environment, upbringing experiences and habits. In that respect - what free will?
We can always change ourselves, but then being able to alter our personality, also depends on our personality! Free will is catch 22!
When I looked up the word "free will" in the English/Farsi dictionary, I came across some words I hadn’t heard before. Thus, I remain grateful for being familiar only with the colloquial word “beechareh!” In that respect - I do believe I have free will!
Have a straightforward day everyone!
While I was reading up on willpower, I came across an article on free will. When it comes to "free will" - I feel discombobulated.
In Farsi, the word “beechareh" (solution-less) means “poor," as in poor pitiful hapless! Interestingly, lack of solution, choice, control and power in one language means "impoverishment” in another.
I personally think until the day we are alive, we have a solution, committing suicide being one! Of course it might not be the most religiously or culturally acceptable choice; nonetheless it is an available solution. (Not to worry - I’m not suicidal!)
When people say they don’t have a choice, they really mean they don’t want the alternative. Our freedom is limited to who we are. What keeps us from making certain choices are the consequences, not lack of option.
We can always change ourselves, but then being able to alter our personality, also depends on our personality! Free will is catch 22!
When I looked up the word "free will" in the English/Farsi dictionary, I came across some words I hadn’t heard before. Thus, I remain grateful for being familiar only with the colloquial word “beechareh!” In that respect - I do believe I have free will!
Have a straightforward day everyone!
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Gratitude Day 148 - To Vice Or Not to Vice
Dear Friends,
Every morning I wake up with the best of intentions. However, as the day progresses, I lose control of my resolutions - one by one! From eating (and drinking) healthily, to saving money to remaining active, everything becomes a battle of forces!
Some experts claim willpower is one stock; the more you use it the more you lose it. Others claim willpower is like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it gets. Both schools of thought agree that stress is a huge "mangeur" of willpower!
Since willpower is usually needed in relation to pleasures of life,
Every morning I wake up with the best of intentions. However, as the day progresses, I lose control of my resolutions - one by one! From eating (and drinking) healthily, to saving money to remaining active, everything becomes a battle of forces!
Naturally, I read up on the phenomenon of willpower!
Some experts claim willpower is one stock; the more you use it the more you lose it. Others claim willpower is like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it gets. Both schools of thought agree that stress is a huge "mangeur" of willpower!
Since willpower is usually needed in relation to pleasures of life,
I'm very grateful I don't have too many vices! Otherwise, with an uneven distribution of stock, stress and muscle in my life, every two weeks I would have been going to a rehab centre!
Have a pleasurable day everyone!
Monday, 4 June 2012
Gratitude Day 147 - Validation
Dear Friends,
Attention - we all need it, but pretend we don’t crave it!
My parents used to say, if you are worthy of praise, other people will recognise it. It never occurred to them that other people might be otherwise engaged!
Thursday night, as "in vino veritas," I was grateful to hear others confess they too craved attention. Their parents must have been as clueless as mine!
I wonder which came first, validating people or validating parking tickets? What could people and parking tickets possibly have in common, to share the same verb?
Once I “parked" myself in my vocation, I finally found the right “other” people - my students, their parents and of course my colleagues.
I dedicate today’s posting to my dear colleague Lisa whose hospitality, generosity and need for validation resulted in an unforgettable night for the rest of us. We haven’t had a “wild" staff party in a long, long time.
Since one validation deserves another, maybe I’ll ask her to join my blog, assuming she is a reader!
Have a lovely Monday everyone!
Attention - we all need it, but pretend we don’t crave it!
My parents used to say, if you are worthy of praise, other people will recognise it. It never occurred to them that other people might be otherwise engaged!
Thursday night, as "in vino veritas," I was grateful to hear others confess they too craved attention. Their parents must have been as clueless as mine!
I wonder which came first, validating people or validating parking tickets? What could people and parking tickets possibly have in common, to share the same verb?
Once I “parked" myself in my vocation, I finally found the right “other” people - my students, their parents and of course my colleagues.
I dedicate today’s posting to my dear colleague Lisa whose hospitality, generosity and need for validation resulted in an unforgettable night for the rest of us. We haven’t had a “wild" staff party in a long, long time.
Since one validation deserves another, maybe I’ll ask her to join my blog, assuming she is a reader!
Have a lovely Monday everyone!
Thursday, 31 May 2012
Gratitude Day 146 - Bye, Bye May Baby
Dear Friends,
Good Time Charlie, whose cowardly departure I celebrated last week (Gratitude Day 139), called again. This time, I spoke with him. He wanted to talk about "us!"
"Us?" I replied with genuine surprise.
"Yes, you and I."
"There is no you and I." Indifference resonated in my voice.
"I miss you, baby."
"After a whole year?"
"I missed you all the time..."
I didn't let him go on. I told him I was not the same woman he had left. I told him I was happy with my new life.
Once I put the phone down, I burst out laughing! No, it was not a "nervous" reaction! It was genuinely funny that he thought he could actually win me back. Gotta admire his CHUTZPAH!
I'm grateful for the phone call though, it cheered me up!
The month of May has been taxing. Although at my age, I should proceed with caution on the slippery passage of time and not wish away days of my life, I wished away a whole month with passion - too much emotional baggage attached to this 5th month of the year!
Thanks to a dear colleague who has organised a gathering at her place, I'll be gratefully celebrating the end of May in excellent company.
Have an uplifting long weekend, everyone!
Good Time Charlie, whose cowardly departure I celebrated last week (Gratitude Day 139), called again. This time, I spoke with him. He wanted to talk about "us!"
"Us?" I replied with genuine surprise.
"Yes, you and I."
"There is no you and I." Indifference resonated in my voice.
"I miss you, baby."
"After a whole year?"
"I missed you all the time..."
I didn't let him go on. I told him I was not the same woman he had left. I told him I was happy with my new life.
Once I put the phone down, I burst out laughing! No, it was not a "nervous" reaction! It was genuinely funny that he thought he could actually win me back. Gotta admire his CHUTZPAH!
I'm grateful for the phone call though, it cheered me up!
The month of May has been taxing. Although at my age, I should proceed with caution on the slippery passage of time and not wish away days of my life, I wished away a whole month with passion - too much emotional baggage attached to this 5th month of the year!
Thanks to a dear colleague who has organised a gathering at her place, I'll be gratefully celebrating the end of May in excellent company.
Have an uplifting long weekend, everyone!
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Gratitude Day 145 - Foster or Fester?
Dear Friends,
Last night, I had a fight with God!
"Hello, I can really use some help, down here!" I cried out!
But, God was fresh out of support; all he had left on the shelf was “blame." So, he dished out a gallon!
Sitting in the dark, wrapped in guilt, I realised the difference between "foster" and "fester" was only in an "o." Like, "Oh?" "Oh no!" "Oh dear!" "Oh!Oh! I screwed up with my kid!"
Let's call the last two postings "It can be worse" part deux and trois, so I can be grateful for fighting with everyone concerned from home, and not from behind locked doors of a psychiatric ward.
Have a sane day everyone!
Last night, I had a fight with God!
"Hello, I can really use some help, down here!" I cried out!
But, God was fresh out of support; all he had left on the shelf was “blame." So, he dished out a gallon!
Sitting in the dark, wrapped in guilt, I realised the difference between "foster" and "fester" was only in an "o." Like, "Oh?" "Oh no!" "Oh dear!" "Oh!Oh! I screwed up with my kid!"
Let's call the last two postings "It can be worse" part deux and trois, so I can be grateful for fighting with everyone concerned from home, and not from behind locked doors of a psychiatric ward.
Have a sane day everyone!
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Gratitude Day 144 - God Give Me Strength...
Dear Friends,
According to an Iranian proverb, the potter always drinks from a cracked pot.
Last night, to my horror, my older son who lives in Toronto, declared that he cannot be appreciative of his blessings. He knows they are there somewhere, but he simply cannot talk himself into being grateful! Unfortunately, my antidote "it can be worse" doesn't rekindle his enthusiasm. What he has is invisible - what he doesn't have is bigger than life!
This morning, staring at the blank screen, what can "Miss Sunshine" be possibly grateful for? Perhaps the fact that her son doesn't see any reason not to live, yet!
Today, I'm wishing myself strength - you can have whatever you like!
According to an Iranian proverb, the potter always drinks from a cracked pot.
Last night, to my horror, my older son who lives in Toronto, declared that he cannot be appreciative of his blessings. He knows they are there somewhere, but he simply cannot talk himself into being grateful! Unfortunately, my antidote "it can be worse" doesn't rekindle his enthusiasm. What he has is invisible - what he doesn't have is bigger than life!
This morning, staring at the blank screen, what can "Miss Sunshine" be possibly grateful for? Perhaps the fact that her son doesn't see any reason not to live, yet!
Today, I'm wishing myself strength - you can have whatever you like!
Monday, 28 May 2012
Gratitude Day 143 - It Can Always Be Worse...
Dear Friends,
Last weekend, the concept of "like attracts like" caught up with me at the Pearson International Airport! My negative thoughts and feelings brought about some negative outcome - my flight to NY was delayed for three hours - as long as a round trip to La Guardia!
I had every intention of joining the moaners and the groaners, but then I remembered my mantra "It can be worse!" So, instead of "sardining" myself between people whose feet and luggage also deserve seats, I checked myself into the Admiral Club!
Complimentary wine and Internet - What a blessing!
As soon as I discovered travellers are not as friendly and talkative as bar hoppers, I logged into my blog and worked on my memoir!
Gradually my positive energy surfaced, and so did the sun over Manhattan!
My plans with my granddaughters and nieces were realised few hours later than anticipated.
Yesterday morning, my grateful son showed his appreciation by upgrading my return ticket - more free wine! With the front row empty, I got to stretch my legs - suddenly realising how much my own feet needed a seat of their own!
However, "Welcome to Canada, stand behind red line please," does not discriminate in favour of executive class! It seemed that all the planes had arrived at the same time!
To preserve the integrity of my socialist beliefs, I took the public transportation home!
This morning, still in New York kind of mood, I can't help, but feel very lucky. I'm so grateful for being able to take these short trips to see my family.
Have a complimentary day everyone!
Last weekend, the concept of "like attracts like" caught up with me at the Pearson International Airport! My negative thoughts and feelings brought about some negative outcome - my flight to NY was delayed for three hours - as long as a round trip to La Guardia!
I had every intention of joining the moaners and the groaners, but then I remembered my mantra "It can be worse!" So, instead of "sardining" myself between people whose feet and luggage also deserve seats, I checked myself into the Admiral Club!
Complimentary wine and Internet - What a blessing!
As soon as I discovered travellers are not as friendly and talkative as bar hoppers, I logged into my blog and worked on my memoir!
Gradually my positive energy surfaced, and so did the sun over Manhattan!
My plans with my granddaughters and nieces were realised few hours later than anticipated.
Yesterday morning, my grateful son showed his appreciation by upgrading my return ticket - more free wine! With the front row empty, I got to stretch my legs - suddenly realising how much my own feet needed a seat of their own!
However, "Welcome to Canada, stand behind red line please," does not discriminate in favour of executive class! It seemed that all the planes had arrived at the same time!
To preserve the integrity of my socialist beliefs, I took the public transportation home!
This morning, still in New York kind of mood, I can't help, but feel very lucky. I'm so grateful for being able to take these short trips to see my family.
Have a complimentary day everyone!
Friday, 25 May 2012
Gratitude Day 142 - Polka Dots
Dear Friends,
Today, let's hear it for the pretty, pretty Polka-Dots! They simply cheer me up - just like violets do!
White medium-size dots scattered against black, red or navy background are my favourite combinations!
Although rumour has it - in my culture - women of certain age should not risk looking "cutesy" by wearing polka-dots, I'm in search of a long polka-dot skirt. If I can't find one, I shall gratefully go to Queen Street West - the fabric paradise! Then, I shall gratefully sit behind my sewing machine and sew something that hopefully will resemble a skirt, wearable outside my four walls.
I'm getting so good at counting my blessings - I can even project gratitude into the future!
Have a cheerful weekend everyone!
Today, let's hear it for the pretty, pretty Polka-Dots! They simply cheer me up - just like violets do!
White medium-size dots scattered against black, red or navy background are my favourite combinations!
Although rumour has it - in my culture - women of certain age should not risk looking "cutesy" by wearing polka-dots, I'm in search of a long polka-dot skirt. If I can't find one, I shall gratefully go to Queen Street West - the fabric paradise! Then, I shall gratefully sit behind my sewing machine and sew something that hopefully will resemble a skirt, wearable outside my four walls.
I'm getting so good at counting my blessings - I can even project gratitude into the future!
Have a cheerful weekend everyone!
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Gratitude Day 141 - Pot or Pan?
Dear Friends,
Moving along the path of forgiveness and forgetfulness, I never liked sceptics, until I became one myself!
It has been said that you are not over a breakup unless you are ready to be trusting and vulnerable again! Although it seemed like a tall order, I gave it a try. While back in December, I threw - carelessly I might add - my last "hope chip" on a romance roulette table in Cuba and lost.
Yes, my name is Lili, and I am gratefully bitter!
There is a revealing saying in Farsi; die for someone who is at least willing to run a fever for you! Since in my case, results were never worth the effort, I finally lost my innocence and developed a healthy scepticism! It comes in handy when men hit on me (surprisingly, it still happens!) or friends try to set me up. There sure is safety in invulnerability!
Furthermore, not everybody is a pot, in need of a lid! I just might be a frying pan!
Have a carefree day everyone!
Moving along the path of forgiveness and forgetfulness, I never liked sceptics, until I became one myself!
It has been said that you are not over a breakup unless you are ready to be trusting and vulnerable again! Although it seemed like a tall order, I gave it a try. While back in December, I threw - carelessly I might add - my last "hope chip" on a romance roulette table in Cuba and lost.
Yes, my name is Lili, and I am gratefully bitter!
There is a revealing saying in Farsi; die for someone who is at least willing to run a fever for you! Since in my case, results were never worth the effort, I finally lost my innocence and developed a healthy scepticism! It comes in handy when men hit on me (surprisingly, it still happens!) or friends try to set me up. There sure is safety in invulnerability!
Furthermore, not everybody is a pot, in need of a lid! I just might be a frying pan!
Have a carefree day everyone!
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Gratitude Day 140 - To Forgive and To Forget
Dear Friends,
Unless someone is suffering from brain alteration, no one really forgets anything. I was never a follower of the "forgive and forget" policy because my mind and body never learnt to cooperate with each other. I'm grateful I'm able to forgive, but not to forget - since forgetting would mean my "Sometimer has developed into Alzheimer!
But then, it's rarely about forgetting other's wrongdoing; it's mostly about forgiving oneself for being human.
Have a forgiving day everyone!
Thinking of heartbreaks and breakups, I was wondering why
"forgive and forget" go hand in hand. One is a matter of the heart,
the other of the brain!
"Forgive and forget" implies harmony between the two organs.
Since when do brain and heart operate on the same level?
I find the heart to be more forgiving than the brain. I believe
popular advice is "Love with your brain!"
"forgive and forget" go hand in hand. One is a matter of the heart,
the other of the brain!
"Forgive and forget" implies harmony between the two organs.
Since when do brain and heart operate on the same level?
I find the heart to be more forgiving than the brain. I believe
popular advice is "Love with your brain!"
Unless someone is suffering from brain alteration, no one really forgets anything. I was never a follower of the "forgive and forget" policy because my mind and body never learnt to cooperate with each other. I'm grateful I'm able to forgive, but not to forget - since forgetting would mean my "Sometimer has developed into Alzheimer!
But then, it's rarely about forgetting other's wrongdoing; it's mostly about forgiving oneself for being human.
Have a forgiving day everyone!
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Gratitude Day 139 - The Breakup
Dear Friends,
When I needed his arms to hold me tight, so I wouldn’t crumble, he loosened his grip! After I gathered up my pride, and the little strength I had left to take back with me to the hospital, for the first time I realised "good time Charlie" literally had weak arms - void of any defined muscles!
Sometimes you don’t know how much you don’t need something until you lose it! Nonetheless, I had to give the 4-year old relationship with all its hopes and disappointments a proper mourning period.
I'm grateful starting today, there are no more “firsts.” The circle is complete - the past buried and mourned.
Breaking up is like lying, cheating, manipulating - it gets easier with practice. The first time my heart was broken, it took me three years to eat “curry” because my lover left me to marry an Indian woman!
A few months ago, I ran into his son. He said his father missed me, but he was too proud! I was grateful to his pride! A few weeks ago, I saw his number on my TV screen. I didn't pick up; he didn't leave a message.
Although I don't have everything I want, I know what I don't want. And, as I'm getting older, I'm getting better at refusing it!
I’m very grateful the year is over; chronologically, psychologically and symbolically. To new beginnings!
Following my son's hospitalisation, came the breakup!
I don’t remember the exact date, but I know it was around this time.
Since, I had a rewarding, balanced long weekend, feeling totally in charge of my destiny, let's say it was today - May 22!
I don’t remember the exact date, but I know it was around this time.
Since, I had a rewarding, balanced long weekend, feeling totally in charge of my destiny, let's say it was today - May 22!
When I needed his arms to hold me tight, so I wouldn’t crumble, he loosened his grip! After I gathered up my pride, and the little strength I had left to take back with me to the hospital, for the first time I realised "good time Charlie" literally had weak arms - void of any defined muscles!
Sometimes you don’t know how much you don’t need something until you lose it! Nonetheless, I had to give the 4-year old relationship with all its hopes and disappointments a proper mourning period.
I'm grateful starting today, there are no more “firsts.” The circle is complete - the past buried and mourned.
Breaking up is like lying, cheating, manipulating - it gets easier with practice. The first time my heart was broken, it took me three years to eat “curry” because my lover left me to marry an Indian woman!
This time around, I didn’t boycott any places, songs or cuisines. Just a bit of pain here, a bit of ache there! Nothing that a few bottles of good Merlot, a trip to Cuba
A few months ago, I ran into his son. He said his father missed me, but he was too proud! I was grateful to his pride! A few weeks ago, I saw his number on my TV screen. I didn't pick up; he didn't leave a message.
Although I don't have everything I want, I know what I don't want. And, as I'm getting older, I'm getting better at refusing it!
I’m very grateful the year is over; chronologically, psychologically and symbolically. To new beginnings!
Have an enchanting day everyone!
Friday, 18 May 2012
Gratitude Day 138 - Fantastic Promises
Dear Friends,
As the consecutive warmer days announce the arrival of the summer, I become more anxious about my wardrobe!
Vanity - the most imprisoning of them all, right up there with guilt!
Obviously, I subscribe to any oil, cream, gel, lotion, serum that promises to make my arms and legs look flawless, hoping that finally one day I might be able to wear a knee-high sundress!
As long as I can look 37 - I have no problems being 57!
You can imagine my disappointment when I came across an article that referred to all these largely sought after products as "fantasy" creams - implying I'm gullible!
Well, in my defence I must say, the regiment alone makes me feel "happily" in control. As a result, I pay more attention to my diet and exercise routine. According to the experts, the daily positive energy I bestow upon the unattractive parts of my body will eventually make them more endearing to me!
In anticipation, I remain grateful to psychological deception!
Have a flawless Victoria Day long weekend everyone!
As the consecutive warmer days announce the arrival of the summer, I become more anxious about my wardrobe!
Vanity - the most imprisoning of them all, right up there with guilt!
Obviously, I subscribe to any oil, cream, gel, lotion, serum that promises to make my arms and legs look flawless, hoping that finally one day I might be able to wear a knee-high sundress!
As long as I can look 37 - I have no problems being 57!
You can imagine my disappointment when I came across an article that referred to all these largely sought after products as "fantasy" creams - implying I'm gullible!
Well, in my defence I must say, the regiment alone makes me feel "happily" in control. As a result, I pay more attention to my diet and exercise routine. According to the experts, the daily positive energy I bestow upon the unattractive parts of my body will eventually make them more endearing to me!
In anticipation, I remain grateful to psychological deception!
Have a flawless Victoria Day long weekend everyone!
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Gratitude Day 137 - PinkMac
Dear Friends,
I feel so cool and up-to-date this morning!
Last night, after a substantial amount of money on my part; many hours of labour on Jeremy and Alykhan's part, I became a proud mama (hot mama, that is) of a new little girl by the name of PinkMac (hot pink that is - like mother, like daughter!)
I'm very grateful to Future Shop for being across from my street. I'm very grateful to its knowledgeable and patient technicians. All I had to do was pay, bring home my baby and plug it in! No more crashes, no more viruses, no more worries! I'm just so happy and grateful!
Money might not buy long term happiness, but credit cards sure can buy temporary peace of mind, comfort and joy!
Have a joyous day everyone!
I feel so cool and up-to-date this morning!
Last night, after a substantial amount of money on my part; many hours of labour on Jeremy and Alykhan's part, I became a proud mama (hot mama, that is) of a new little girl by the name of PinkMac (hot pink that is - like mother, like daughter!)
I'm very grateful to Future Shop for being across from my street. I'm very grateful to its knowledgeable and patient technicians. All I had to do was pay, bring home my baby and plug it in! No more crashes, no more viruses, no more worries! I'm just so happy and grateful!
Money might not buy long term happiness, but credit cards sure can buy temporary peace of mind, comfort and joy!
Have a joyous day everyone!
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Gratitude Day 136 - Bleeding Hearts
Only misfortune and disappointment are the true test of our love for God.
Dear Friends,
According to one of my numerous books on life and how to live it better, every so often we must stop and ask ourselves whether we are in a better place than we were the year before. If the answer is affirmative - no grievances, moving along gratefully! If the answer is negative, we should (after having complained, of course) devise a plan to get out of the undesirable situation!
Dear Friends,
According to one of my numerous books on life and how to live it better, every so often we must stop and ask ourselves whether we are in a better place than we were the year before. If the answer is affirmative - no grievances, moving along gratefully! If the answer is negative, we should (after having complained, of course) devise a plan to get out of the undesirable situation!
Today, is the one year anniversary of the most horrible day of my life.
Although I'm not where I would like to be with the matter, I'm so very
grateful for not being where I was a year ago today – the emergency room of St. Michael's hospital!
The heartbreaking story is not mine, so I can't go into details.
Suffice to say, a mother's best and worst experiences in life have
very little to do with her own self.
While I was in the Emergency waiting room, trapped between a stranger with whom I had two children and an ex sister-in-law who had never been sisterly, I received two amazing signs that everything will be fine.
First, out of nowhere, appeared one of my former student’s father, in green staff uniform. He asked me whether I was playing hooky! My teary eyes gave way to a faint chuckle. I immediately felt safe, stronger.
He certainly had something to do with the nurse who, shortly after, came out looking for Mme. M.
An hour or so later, walked in a colleague; dealing with an emergency of her own. Our casual “Hi & Bye” work relationship, took a different turn. I felt belonged, cared for.
In my dark lonely world of May 16th Dr. S. and Susan were my only shining stars.
That was also the day I finally realised, no matter how hard I tried or desired, there could never be anything worth saving between me and the father of the boy for whom both our heart bled. Even in the most desperate time of our life, he couldn't reach out to hold my hand.
That was also the day I finally realised, no matter how hard I tried or desired, there could never be anything worth saving between me and the father of the boy for whom both our heart bled. Even in the most desperate time of our life, he couldn't reach out to hold my hand.
I would like to dedicate today’s posting to all the parents who have courageously sat at their children's bedside, feeling helpless, but hopeful; fearful, yet fearless. May the rest of you never visit this cold place.
I also would like to express my gratitude to everyone who held my hand, dried my tears and gave me strength to carry on.
I also would like to express my gratitude to everyone who held my hand, dried my tears and gave me strength to carry on.
Have an uplifting day everyone!
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Gratitude Day 135 - Dead Squirrel
Dear Friends,
Yesterday on my way to work, I saw a dead squirrel in the middle of the road. It was lying on his left side - just like I sleep at night. I hurried my steps - with eyes-closed.
Last night on my walk back from work, I found the dead squirrel in the same exact spot; this time his guts were spread out.
Since I'm a walker and there are many irresponsible drivers out there, sometimes I wonder, will I meet my creator at an intersection, too? However, I'm sure the City will see fit to peel me off the asphalt as soon as possible.
I'm soooo grateful I'm not a squirrel!
Have a safe day everyone!
Yesterday on my way to work, I saw a dead squirrel in the middle of the road. It was lying on his left side - just like I sleep at night. I hurried my steps - with eyes-closed.
Last night on my walk back from work, I found the dead squirrel in the same exact spot; this time his guts were spread out.
Since I'm a walker and there are many irresponsible drivers out there, sometimes I wonder, will I meet my creator at an intersection, too? However, I'm sure the City will see fit to peel me off the asphalt as soon as possible.
I'm soooo grateful I'm not a squirrel!
Have a safe day everyone!
Monday, 14 May 2012
Gratitude Day 134 - Night OWL
Dear Friends,
I love going out at night!
Although I very much appreciate the sun and the daytime activities, there is something enticing hidden in the heart of the night that lures me out of my comfort zone into the lively streets where youth reigns. I'm not the bravest nigh owl. I don't like walking in the dark; I don't like taking the subway after certain hours; I'm even weary of the cab drivers!
For me, going out at night is not just an act of playfulness - but courage! The three-minute walk from the last all-night variety store to my building always seems like an eternity, but every time I make it to the finish line, I feel as accomplished as a victorious runner!
When I come out of a club tipsy, but in control - well maybe not in total control, since I head for the first hot dog stand - I feel alive! Much more alive than some people half my age, ready to throw up their dinner on the side-walk! Maybe, it's the wisdom of recognising the last sip - knowing when to put down the glass! Maybe, it's the fear of ending up on some one's facebook; or maybe it's simply a matter of not wanting to "lose" Lili (It took me a long time to find her.) More alarming than a "clubbing grandma," is today's youth drinking itself to oblivious - they must not like themselves very much.
In the wee hours of the morning, grateful to have experienced yet another episode of the "Night Life" with poise, I'm most grateful for not having to explain, justify or defend my DNA to anyone!
Have a lucid day everyone!
I love going out at night!
Although I very much appreciate the sun and the daytime activities, there is something enticing hidden in the heart of the night that lures me out of my comfort zone into the lively streets where youth reigns. I'm not the bravest nigh owl. I don't like walking in the dark; I don't like taking the subway after certain hours; I'm even weary of the cab drivers!
For me, going out at night is not just an act of playfulness - but courage! The three-minute walk from the last all-night variety store to my building always seems like an eternity, but every time I make it to the finish line, I feel as accomplished as a victorious runner!
When I come out of a club tipsy, but in control - well maybe not in total control, since I head for the first hot dog stand - I feel alive! Much more alive than some people half my age, ready to throw up their dinner on the side-walk! Maybe, it's the wisdom of recognising the last sip - knowing when to put down the glass! Maybe, it's the fear of ending up on some one's facebook; or maybe it's simply a matter of not wanting to "lose" Lili (It took me a long time to find her.) More alarming than a "clubbing grandma," is today's youth drinking itself to oblivious - they must not like themselves very much.
In the wee hours of the morning, grateful to have experienced yet another episode of the "Night Life" with poise, I'm most grateful for not having to explain, justify or defend my DNA to anyone!
Have a lucid day everyone!
Friday, 11 May 2012
Gratitude Day 133 - Glamorous Sunglasses
Dear Friends,
Some blessings are interdependent - got to have one, to enjoy the other!
Remember while back, I expressed my gratitude for my prescription glasses (posting 87) because they hide multitude of my facial flaws? Well, today, being sunny and all, I wanted to give thanks to sunglasses.
A pair of sunglasses is synonymous to glamour. Add a hat or a headscarf - and look like a movie star!
However, in order for me to enjoy a Grace Kelley or Audry Hepburn look, first I have to put in my lenses - otherwise I will bump into a tree or a pole!
Thus, at the last minute, I had to change the object of my gratitude to lenses! Without them, I have no use for sunglasses!
Have a glamorous weekend everyone!
Some blessings are interdependent - got to have one, to enjoy the other!
Remember while back, I expressed my gratitude for my prescription glasses (posting 87) because they hide multitude of my facial flaws? Well, today, being sunny and all, I wanted to give thanks to sunglasses.
A pair of sunglasses is synonymous to glamour. Add a hat or a headscarf - and look like a movie star!
However, in order for me to enjoy a Grace Kelley or Audry Hepburn look, first I have to put in my lenses - otherwise I will bump into a tree or a pole!
Thus, at the last minute, I had to change the object of my gratitude to lenses! Without them, I have no use for sunglasses!
Have a glamorous weekend everyone!
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Gratitude Day 132 - All Day Breakfast
Dear Friends,
At the time when I lived in Europe and Iran, restaurants were only open for lunch and/or dinner. I was introduced to "eat whenever you feel like it" concept in the early-seventies in Los Angeles, California. Around the same time, I discovered the 24-hour eating establishments in Las Vegas, Nevada.
I must say, although I've been enjoying all-day restaurants in Toronto for a long time now, I have been taking them for granted!
Today, I would like to express my gratitude to my neighbourhood pancake house where I can get a Country Corner Breakfast 24/7. I mostly appreciate Shannon who is very generous with drinks. (It's quite acceptable to have a glass of wine with your sausage and bacon!)
It's nice to go somewhere where the waitress knows your name! What I like most about Shannon is that whenever asked whether she is having a good day, she replies: "Every morning that I wake up and put my feet on the ground, is a good day." Now, there is a grateful person worth knowing!
Have a satisfying day everyone!
At the time when I lived in Europe and Iran, restaurants were only open for lunch and/or dinner. I was introduced to "eat whenever you feel like it" concept in the early-seventies in Los Angeles, California. Around the same time, I discovered the 24-hour eating establishments in Las Vegas, Nevada.
I must say, although I've been enjoying all-day restaurants in Toronto for a long time now, I have been taking them for granted!
Today, I would like to express my gratitude to my neighbourhood pancake house where I can get a Country Corner Breakfast 24/7. I mostly appreciate Shannon who is very generous with drinks. (It's quite acceptable to have a glass of wine with your sausage and bacon!)
It's nice to go somewhere where the waitress knows your name! What I like most about Shannon is that whenever asked whether she is having a good day, she replies: "Every morning that I wake up and put my feet on the ground, is a good day." Now, there is a grateful person worth knowing!
Have a satisfying day everyone!
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Gratitude Day 131 - SHOES
Dear Friends,
According to fashion experts, our "shoes" say a lot about us!
So today, let your shoes do the gossipping!
Considering the fact that a great number of people in the world are still barefoot, shoes have certainly managed to secure a special place for themselves in our obsessions, expressions, fairy tales and stories.
Today's shoes are more like artwork - I can't even imagine standing in most of them, never mind walking in them!
I wonder which designer the old woman who lived in a shoe would have picked?
From H.C. Andersen's girl with the vain soul to Louboutin's red sole - shoes have certainly travelled a long way!
Since I don't have the budget, the lifestyle or the knees to enjoy footwear at 700 dollars a pair, I simply remain grateful for being able to walk - fast! If my shoes could talk, they would probably scream, "Woman, haven't you heard of slowing down?!"
Have an exquisite day everyone!
According to fashion experts, our "shoes" say a lot about us!
So today, let your shoes do the gossipping!
Considering the fact that a great number of people in the world are still barefoot, shoes have certainly managed to secure a special place for themselves in our obsessions, expressions, fairy tales and stories.
Today's shoes are more like artwork - I can't even imagine standing in most of them, never mind walking in them!
I wonder which designer the old woman who lived in a shoe would have picked?
From H.C. Andersen's girl with the vain soul to Louboutin's red sole - shoes have certainly travelled a long way!
Since I don't have the budget, the lifestyle or the knees to enjoy footwear at 700 dollars a pair, I simply remain grateful for being able to walk - fast! If my shoes could talk, they would probably scream, "Woman, haven't you heard of slowing down?!"
Have an exquisite day everyone!
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Gratitude Day 130 - The American Idol and the Voice
Dear Friends,
I confess - I've been watching The Voice and The American Idol!
I appreciate the music, the energy and the contestants' talent. I cheer for everyone equally, and try not to critic the judges' wardrobe!!! However, the distortion of the English language, especially in The American Idol, upsets me!
If "icons" use words like "kill," "murder," ridiculous," "disgusting" and "sickening" to express their enthusiasm and appreciation, what should the viewers then use to bring home the original meaning of these words? I still haven't found a replacement for the ever popular British adjective "smashing!"
With such linguistic travesty - is it any wonder - we can't overcome violence?
I'm sure grateful I'm not in show business! At least, my first graders' "slang" is only "dorky" - not offensive, bringing to mind aggressive graphic images.
Have an amazing day everyone!
I confess - I've been watching The Voice and The American Idol!
I appreciate the music, the energy and the contestants' talent. I cheer for everyone equally, and try not to critic the judges' wardrobe!!! However, the distortion of the English language, especially in The American Idol, upsets me!
If "icons" use words like "kill," "murder," ridiculous," "disgusting" and "sickening" to express their enthusiasm and appreciation, what should the viewers then use to bring home the original meaning of these words? I still haven't found a replacement for the ever popular British adjective "smashing!"
With such linguistic travesty - is it any wonder - we can't overcome violence?
I'm sure grateful I'm not in show business! At least, my first graders' "slang" is only "dorky" - not offensive, bringing to mind aggressive graphic images.
Have an amazing day everyone!
Monday, 7 May 2012
Gratitude Day 129 - What Do Women Really Want?
Dear Friends,
In all fairness to my heterosexual male readers, I spent the weekend digging out articles on what do heterosexual women really want! In the process, I found out that one, there isn't as many articles on women's wants; two, the light shun on our criteria was not flattering either.
According to one study, most women are attracted to pride. Proud men are (hopefully) successful and powerful; thus good providers with superior genes.
It seems that both for men and women, it all comes down to making and protecting babies. I wonder if religious organisations are conducting or financing these surveys?!
The same study claims, although younger women might find themselves attracted to bashful, vulnerable types, older women remain indifferent to "puppy eyes." Obviously, they hadn't heard of "cougarism!"
Another survey states the USA, with highest divorce rate in the West - mostly initiated by women - harbours the "unrealistics" and the "unreasonables!" Apparently, American women want it all!
After reading all these articles about what men and women want, what can I, a "proud," non-cougar, non-American woman be grateful for? Menopause - the end of men, the beginning of me!
Have an incomparable day everyone!
In all fairness to my heterosexual male readers, I spent the weekend digging out articles on what do heterosexual women really want! In the process, I found out that one, there isn't as many articles on women's wants; two, the light shun on our criteria was not flattering either.
According to one study, most women are attracted to pride. Proud men are (hopefully) successful and powerful; thus good providers with superior genes.
It seems that both for men and women, it all comes down to making and protecting babies. I wonder if religious organisations are conducting or financing these surveys?!
The same study claims, although younger women might find themselves attracted to bashful, vulnerable types, older women remain indifferent to "puppy eyes." Obviously, they hadn't heard of "cougarism!"
Another survey states the USA, with highest divorce rate in the West - mostly initiated by women - harbours the "unrealistics" and the "unreasonables!" Apparently, American women want it all!
After reading all these articles about what men and women want, what can I, a "proud," non-cougar, non-American woman be grateful for? Menopause - the end of men, the beginning of me!
Have an incomparable day everyone!
Friday, 4 May 2012
Gratitude Day 128 - Feed The Monstre
Dear Friends,
When I don’t receive feedback on my postings for awhile, I get anxious - low self-esteem! I start wondering whether people are still reading; whether I have become predictable, boring or less smart and witty. It never occurs to me that people might be otherwise preoccupied or simply feel put-upon to feed my ego all the time.
So, you can only imagine my gratitude when someone responds to a particular topic verbally, or posts a comment! Yesterday was a very prosperous day!
Today, I really would like to express my gratitude to each and everyone of you for having reacted to one or more of the past 127 postings.
Once again, thanks to Oprah’s advice in How To Get Better With Age issue (May 2012), I shall not doubt my path. I shall remain confident in my creative ability to continue delivering five “original” gratitude postings a week till the end of June. And then, I shall start posting my memoirs to which I would prefer not to attract any comments!
Have a gratifying weekend everyone!
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Gratitude Day 127 - What Do Men Really Want?
Dear Friends,
Last night, for the billionth time in my life, I sat down to read an article about what do men really want! No, I was not short of reading material! I'm just a slow learner. Furthermore, losing interest in men doesn't necessarily result in forgetting about them!
Apparently, in Northern European countries where more women are independent, men will forgo their "ideal" body type in favour of social or financial status. In Mediterranean countries, where more women are financially dependent, men go after the low waist-to-hip ratio. In developing countries where money is tight, men are attracted to rubenesque women because they denote accessibility to food.
In North America, it all depends on the Media! (I made that up myself!)
Although men do consider intelligence and sense of humour as desirable traits, ultimately they are enslaved to their universal urge to reproduce - thus female resourcefulness. A woman with acquisition, be it in the shape of an hourglass figure to bear children, or financial security to feed and support the children, is deemed attractive.
Conclusion? Consider relocation - not alteration!
If I ever go on a hunt again, I might have to (gratefully) tuck my pay stub and pension plan in my cleavage - just in case the rest of me doesn't hold up!
Have a successfully resourceful day everyone!
Last night, for the billionth time in my life, I sat down to read an article about what do men really want! No, I was not short of reading material! I'm just a slow learner. Furthermore, losing interest in men doesn't necessarily result in forgetting about them!
Apparently, in Northern European countries where more women are independent, men will forgo their "ideal" body type in favour of social or financial status. In Mediterranean countries, where more women are financially dependent, men go after the low waist-to-hip ratio. In developing countries where money is tight, men are attracted to rubenesque women because they denote accessibility to food.
In North America, it all depends on the Media! (I made that up myself!)
Although men do consider intelligence and sense of humour as desirable traits, ultimately they are enslaved to their universal urge to reproduce - thus female resourcefulness. A woman with acquisition, be it in the shape of an hourglass figure to bear children, or financial security to feed and support the children, is deemed attractive.
Conclusion? Consider relocation - not alteration!
If I ever go on a hunt again, I might have to (gratefully) tuck my pay stub and pension plan in my cleavage - just in case the rest of me doesn't hold up!
Have a successfully resourceful day everyone!
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