As 2016 comes to an end

Many things are going on for celebrating the end of this year and the beginning of the next.  I have reflected somewhat on this past 12 months. It was not a year to go on and on about. 

How will I spend my new year’s Eve..I will be at home, warm and cozy enjoying the celebrations through a 42 in screen. I’ll see fireworks, watch the countdown from N Y.  Before long it will be midnight and poof, the joy of it all will come to an end. 

I think it is what happens after that really counts.  Did I make a resolution?  What steps will make it successful?  Making 2017 better will depend on me, and the decisions I make each day.  

Here’s hoping everyone has a great eve to the new year, and May the new year bring happiness and reward..


Waking up during or after a crazy dream seems to leave me wondering where the theme came from..

In a panic I searched for my purse, I knew when I last had it. I can’t go anywhere as I just noticed I also misplaced my boots. I feel like I’m wandering thru corridors, opening doors and peaking inside. Nope not there.

I find myself waiting in a line up, and there under a table I see it, my grey purse. I reach out and grasp it, it’s lighter than it should be.  What’s missing. My receipts, my wallet, my Canadian tire money. I feel violated.  It’s my turn to go to the counter. As I begin my tale of my missing items I am still searching through what little is left in my purse.  The lady asks someone else about boots, they have them and are giving them to me in a box they are tapping closed.  

Meanwhile a lady at the next counter tells her name, a mispronunciation of mine.  I approach her and ask if she is the Mary so and so saying my name wrong as well..She looks strangely at me and say that she is. I need to expose her in front of these people..I ask her things like if she’s married, nope. What part of the family are you from then, as I don’t recall anyone named Mary.. she seems to be trying to find a response. I ask her her middle name..She shrugs and wants to know why.

A curious onlooker comes over to ask what is going on, he also shows a badge. I explain I am looking for the items missing from my purse and that this lady has my name but mispronunced.  She looks horrified. Claims she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. He asks to see her ID, he asks for her name as it is on her birth certificate, she has no idea. 

Her clueless face is the last thing I see as I wake up

In here because…

​Oh the weather outside is frightful, quite literally at the moment. Falling snow although pretty to see, can be a bit less appealing when it means you’ll be stuck inside. Which is what brings me here.  I’m hoping to find a purpose in sharing thoughts, ideas, happy or sad stories, maybe a recipe review. 

With the year 2017 approaching, at a rather quick pace I might add, I am looking to begin something new. I’ve always been interested in writing, poetry and journalingwhen I was a teen to young adult. I’ve tried my hand at story telling too, but only made it to the retelling of actual events in my life. 

I’d really like to put together a book of my favorite recipes, with copies to give my kids and close family and friends.  Any ideas from others that have done this would be awesome