Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Strength Through Adversity


I'd like to share the story of a couple bloggers I met recently. I first stumbled across Shannon last month and was struck by a post that was so heartfelt and vulnerable it made me want to know more about her.  What I found inspired me.

Shannon's partner Megan was involved in an accident in November of 2007 that left her paraplegic.  Through the course of Megan's recovery Shannon stood by her every step of the way, and although it was at times a struggle they both pulled through.


             Megan                                                          Shannon

What really moved me is their outlook on life and their relationship. They've both allowed me to inquire about these events and present their story in the form of an interview, it's a long post but it's a story that I feel really needs to be told.  I hope you find this as inspiring as I do.


Megan:

Can you tell us a bit about the accident?
It was the night before Thanksgiving in 2007. Shannon and I took a trip down to Charlotte [where my dad and step mom lives] to celebrate the holiday. We had planned a romantic evening out to eat but about a week before we headed down there my sister [Katie] wanted to go out to eat with us. So, it turned out to be Katie, Brandon [her husband], a friend of Brandon's, Marc [step brother], and his friend. We had reservations for Nakato [hibachi] but when we got there our seats where not ready so we headed over to the bar to get a few beers. While waiting I have myself two carafes of Sake. [not two shots, but two carafes] We sit down to eat, I only order sushi yet again having another carafe of sake. We head on over to the bar next door because we really weren't ready to go home yet. We get a pool table, get some drinks....a large beer for me and two shots [pineapple upside down and a royal flush] Marc was our DD but when I got finished at the bar we didn't want to go home yet so we headed over to Katie and Brandon's house [which ironically they had just gotten back together a couple weeks prior to this evening] Obviously, open up some more beer and hang out. My eye caught attention of Brandon's 4 wheeler he uses to take on camping trips and took it upon my self to get it out of the garage. We ride around the neighborhood a number of times, each person taking turns. Shannon rides one time with me but decides she doesn't want to do it anymore. So, Katie and I hop on and take it for one last spin. I was driving and Katie was riding. As I was doing a U-turn to go back to the house [this is where my memory goes blank] Katie screams "SLOW DOWN" The next thing I knew, I woke up 6 days later in the hospital with two H rods [which are two titanium rods that are bolted into my spine from T-6 to T-11, my injury is T-7] I had lost both feeling and movement from my sternum down and I will be like this for the rest of my life.


What gave you strength to carry on?
I had a great support system. My Dad and step mom visited me every day while I was in rehab. I would like to say that my "work ethic" had a lot to do with my recovery. I have always tried to succeed in everything that I do and this situation was no different. It wasn't easy but after you repeat doing things so many times you don't even know you are doing them .


How do you view Shannon's role in your recovery, and how has the relationship between you changed?


Shannon was an essential part of my recovery. First, she came out to her boss [being in a same sex relationship] and having to ask her for the month off. Second, she lived in rehab with me, she went from my life partner to my caregiver. She did everything from cathing me, to giving me my blood thinner shots, to doing my bowel programs. Our relationship since definitely has not been a walk in the park but we both know that everything happens for a reason. Our lives have both become humbled in the aspect of us dealing with things a lot differently as well as understanding other peoples disabilities.

How did the Paraplegic Chef (link) come about?
Shannon had started a blog, forgive me, I do not remember what the name of it was. She was blogging about everyday life and things and I sort of wanted to have a blog talking about the everyday things a paraplegic had to go through. It was named A paras life indeed. Well, it wasn't really going anywhere so I kind of just stopped writing stuff. Shannon and I were in the kitchen one night about to make dinner and she said "Hay, why don't you make a cooking blog, that what you did before your accident" So, we took pictures of me cutting all the veggies and such and made a blog!

What activities are you involved in now? What do you want to achieve that you haven't yet?

I am super involved in ASAP [Adaptive Sports and Adventure Program]  (link)

I water ski...


snow ski...


and hand cycle for the moment...


 Right now I don't have the means to do as much as I want because I live 2 1/2 hours away from Charlotte but that will soon change as Shannon and I are moving there in May of this year. I plan on playing tennis and getting more into hand cycling, I really want to race, time trials. Things of that nature. I am training right now for something called Cycle to the Sea. It is a 180 bike ride from Charlotte to Myrtle Beach in just 3 days. I drive to Huntersville and have training rides there with some of the guys from Charlotte. I have to raise $1000 before April and I need a lot of help. If you go to this link you can donate for me! I have written over 40 businesses in Asheville and have only heard from 3 so.....I am getting a little nervous!


What made you believe you could do things that typically require a fully-functioning body?
I could ask any able bodied person what they would do if they were to become paralyzed, there answer would most likely be "I wouldn't be able to", or "I would kill myself", or "I couldn't handle it". It is more or less for me, I gotta do what I gotta do. There are some things I am not able to do but I learn to adapt. Some tasks might take a little longer but I am in no race in life. Time does heal everything and the longer I live with paralysis the easier it gets.

Do you have any advice for someone living with a disability?
Don't give up, don't sit back and watch your life waste away. No one said life was easy, no one said paralysis is easy but we all have been at the point of giving up. You have to keep your head up and stay positive. I feel very good about where I am in my life, I have accomplished all my goals I have set out to reach, but then I keep making new ones, harder ones.


Shannon:

How has this experience changed you? Do you feel it's made you a better person?
Honestly, and I hope this doesn't come out the wrong way, but I don't think it's changed me, or made me a better person. I've been the type to support the ones I love my entire life. I've always been the type of person that's sympathetic and emotional about other's life obstacles. When Megan was in her accident, the thought of leaving her or not being able to "handle it" never even slightly crossed my mind . It was already a part of who I was, to stand by her side and be there for her 100%. It wasn't what I had to do, it was what I wanted to do. The only way in which this experience has changed me, is that it has opened my heart to a whole new world of people and taught me so much, and that's a beautiful thing.


How has this changed your relationship?
We've learned so many things, and grown up together because of it. People joke and say we're 25 going on 50. People tell us in all seriousness, that we have old souls. Having this happen in our lives has forced us to see what really is important in life, and we try to stay focused on that daily.


Not everyone would stand by their partner in the face of a traumatic situation such as this. Where did you draw your strength?
It's funny, because I've been a hypochondriac since I was a little girl. I've gone into full fledged panic attacks from thinking that I was dying, and been medicated for my anxiety. I was a wreck the night of the accident. I was a puddle of worry, fear, and helplessness. I thought I was going to lose my soul mate. Do you know how scary that actually is? You see it in the movies all the time, and look at your significant other and say "What would you do if that happened to me?" or "I would not want to know what that feels like to go through that..." but it did happen to us. It wasn't a question, if I could handle it or not. It was a test of true love, and no one can say what we have isn't real.


What advice would you give someone who is struggling with providing support for a loved one with a disability?
No matter how much it hurts, and how hard it is to watch them struggle, do not do everything for them. You would only be enabling them to be immobile, and hurting them and their health in the long run. You have to let them learn how to do things on their own. They have to adapt. In the end, they will be much stronger, much healthier, much more independent, and happy with themselves and their life.


A few journal entries from Shannon:

"I can go on and on about how much our lives are going to change from this split second accident. But I'm going to tell you the one thing that's NOT going to change and that's my love for her, and her love for me. She doesn't need her legs to love me. I only need her heart and soul."

"Things will be okay. They have to be. She's still got her life. Everything happens for a reason I always say. Every dark cloud has a silver lining. We may or may not ever know why this happened. The reason doesn't really matter. We just have to take it, and do with it what we can and deal with it the only way we know how. And that's with optimism, hope, determination, strength, motivation, and acceptance."


 
Parting words from Megan:
 
Life after my Spinal Cord Injury has not been the easiest. That doesn’t mean I regret what I did. That doesn’t mean I hate my life. That doesn’t mean I think my life is over. I’m grateful every day for what happened to me. I’m alive, and I get to see the sunrise and sunset. I get to spend time with my partner of four years who loves me very much and who I love just as much. I get to spend time with my family and with my dogs. I no longer have an alcohol problem. I live with challenges everyday, but who doesn’t? Mine just may be different than yours. Everything heals with time. I go to support groups here in Asheville and also in Charlotte to speak with others who are in my situation. We share ideas and stories, problem solve, and just hang out and chat. I’ve met some amazing people along the way. I’ve taken a drivers test and passed, and am getting hand controls installed in our car so I can have my independence back.
 
 
 
I will be going back to school to get a degree in psychology. I want to work in a Rehab clinic where I can speak with people who are in the situation I was and let them know their life isn’t over. I want to peer mentor people in my situation who need to talk to someone who’s been there before. I’m doing something with my life now. I’m making something of myself, and just because I’m in a chair doesn’t mean I can’t do it. You can do anything you want if you put your mind to it.
 
 
Shannon and Megan I want to thank you for collaborating with me on this,  you're a tremendous inspiration.  I love you both.

The Heart of a Writer


"A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends."
-Friedrich Nietzsche




Photo credit: weheartit.com

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Latest Addition to our Family


I'm happy to pass on the news that we have a new family member.  Nutkin was obtained from my good friend Shannon, and was my first Etsy purchase.  He's one of her first attempts at sewing, and the little quirks make him that much more special to me.  Since getting him on Friday he's made himself quite at home.


He's made friends with Widget...



and Dante...



and Belle...


                                           
Nutkin also met his new buddy.  They'll both be hanging out with me at work starting Monday...



Fortunately he's already potty trained...




Nutkin has proved himself pretty handy around the house.  He cooks...

after this meal he was pretty stuffed. (Get it?)

has his drivers license...



and helps with renovations...



He's great company.  Hangs out with me in my studio...



and loves Sandy's lattes...



We'll have to keep an eye on him though 'cuz he likes to party pretty hard.  He had a little too much fun at his homecoming...


Thanks for sending him my way Shannon.  Don't worry I'll take care of him, he just has to sleep it off.  ♥

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Secret Friday


Happy Friday everybody!  In some parts of the world a few of you have already begun your weekend so I hope it's off to a good start.

It's time for the twelfth installment of Secret Friday, a chance to anonymously share some secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

If you get something from this I hope you'll consider hosting one on your blog as well. Feel free to copy and paste the guidelines below if you choose. All I ask is that you keep a regular eye on your feedback; contributions can be intense sometimes and people writing in need to be respected. It's very important. If you decide to do this on your blog please, please let me know. If we link to each other I think we could start something great.

Here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret or fantasy anonymously, no names please. It can be anything from mild to wild, anything goes. All I ask is that it's true. You can post as many as you're comfortable with.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

4) If you're someone who is easily offended by swearing or sexual content you may not want to read through the comments. I have no idea where this will go and won't be reviewing comments until after they are posted.

5) I'll be participating as well. (After eleven of these I have to dig deeper!)

6) Feedback directed towards me is welcome, anonymously or otherwise.

7) As always I'd like everyone to please refrain from commenting on what someone else has written; what may seem trivial to you can be very personal to someone else. Everyone has feelings and I want to see them respected, therefore inappropriate remarks will be removed. Fortunately this hasn't been an issue and I'd like to thank all of you for that.

And now to it...

Shelter



A thunderous cry from the Heavens
Its wrath pours down upon us,
Eager to devour.
With no place to seek refuge
We’re gripped in its deluge.
Exposed.

Strip away your soaked apparel
I’ll hold every inch of you against me.
Envelop you in my arms,
Warm your skin upon mine,
And be your shelter
Until the storm’s pass.



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Photo credit: weheartit

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Sesame Street Was Never This Cool When I Was A Kid

Whaddup dawgs, thought I'd shake things up a little and throw some hardcore hip-hop/ gangsta rap atcha.  Ernie and Bert are in da house y'all, bustin' "Ante Up" by M.O.P.
Scary this is already considered old-school.  Time flies!


Sunday, February 28, 2010

Is That an Amusement Park Ticket in Your Jammies or Are You Just Happy to See Me?


There's something I find very peculiar about this picture.  Not one of these people is wearing pyjamas.  I've had a few people tonight (and previously) ask me what circumstances led me to ride a rollercoaster in my bathrobe. So rather than going to bed right now as I had planned, I'll quickly share this story with all of you.  Including a certain person on 'formspring' who's evading my question.  Even though I've shared some of the Most Personal Things, Like, Ever.  But I'm not bitter, honest.  Just tremendously curious. 

Anyway here's how it all went down. For those of you reading at home go make some popcorn, I'll wait. 
M'kay.

When I was in my late teens a brand-new amusement park (Canada's Wonderland) opened many miles from where I lived. They were offering free admission to anyone who entered the park wearing their pyjamas.
This opportunity was way too cool to pass up.

So...I stayed over at my friend's place.  We didn't bother to change in the morning and just headed out to the bus stop. In our jammies and bathrobes.  We got on the bus, and everyone stared at us like we didn't realize we'd forgotten to get dressed.  We caught a second bus and made our way to the park.

We arrived and passed through the gates au gratin. (Oh wait, that means "with cheese").  I mean, au gratis.  Most people had their civilian clothes on under their PJ's and changed when they got into the park. 
Not us.  There were other people, mostly our age, who stayed in their nightwear as well.  Now for a young horny guy, hitting amusement rides for free all day while being surrounded by girls in pink jammies is like winning the effing lottery. We stayed dressed like this most of the day, as I recall we had to eventually change in the afternoon when the sun got too hot.  But there you go.

Then there was the time I climbed 1776 steps up the CN Tower in a Halloween costume...

Tag and an Award


I was recently tagged by Neisy and asked to reveal seven random things about myself, then pass this challenge on to seven other bloggers.  So here goes:

-I rode a rollercoaster in my bathrobe.
-I love vintage Bugs Bunny cartoons.
-I once got drunk, sang with a bar band and wouldn't give back the microphone. Not a defining moment perhaps, but damn it was fun!
-Over the past year I've taken great interest in the study of psychology and human sexuality (in particular sexual psychophysiology). 
-I buy high-end electronic equipment but rarely have patience to read the manual.
-Eyes turn me on.
-If I don't do something creative at least once a day I get very irritable.

I hereby pass this on to the following people:

Jennifer
Vivi
Lacey
Agata
Louis
Sarah
Stef

A few days ago my very dear friend Jennifer Fabulous  presented me with this:


Thanks Jen, this is one more example of how you brighten my days!  I'm passing this award along to:

Sandy (you've always been the best part of my life, for countless reasons)
Melanie (for knowing what you deserve and refusing to settle, it's inspiring)
Shannon (for your warmth and selflessness)
Jenni (for being the kind of person I'd like to hang out with)
Sophia (for your incredible strength and self-sacrifice to others)
Sophia (for all your encouragement and kind words)
Diane (for the amazing things you've said over the past months)
Aquiles (for the support and enthusiasm you've shown for my recent project)
Neisy (thanks for our great conversations)
Jill (for making me smile every time I read you)

Friday, February 26, 2010

Secret Friday

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Happy Friday everyone! I know some of you have already begun your weekend so I hope it's off to a good start.

I had an awesome birthday (thanks everybody!!) and now it's back to business.  Time for the twelfth installment of Secret Friday, a chance to anonymously share some secrets and/or fantasies you've kept to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

If you get something from this I hope you'll consider hosting one on your blog as well. Feel free to copy and paste the guidelines below if you choose. All I ask is that you keep a regular eye on your feedback; contributions can be intense sometimes and people writing in need to be respected. It's very important. If you decide to do this on your blog please, please let me know. If we link to each other I think we could start something great.

Okay, here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret or fantasy anonymously, no names please. It can be anything from mild to wild, anything goes. All I ask is that it's true. You can post as many as you're comfortable with.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

4) If you're someone who is easily offended by swearing or sexual content you may not want to read through the comments. I have no idea where this will go and won't be reviewing comments until after they are posted.

5) I've been participating but I'm going to sit at least this one out.  I'll have to come up with more secrets or get into some delicious naughtiness to keep my submissions interesting.

6) Feedback directed towards me is welcome, anonymously or otherwise.

7) As always I'd like everyone to please refrain from commenting on what someone else has written; what may seem trivial to you can be very personal to someone else. Everyone has feelings and I want to see them respected, therefore inappropriate remarks will be removed.

And now to it...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

♫ ♫ Happy Birthday to me ♫ ♫


Hi guys,

  Okay it's officially my birthday this time.  (Last week I prepared a draft and thought I had saved it, but it posted instead). DOH!

  Apparently I suffered a case of premature postulation.  Happens to men sometimes as they get older.

So my apologies to those of you whom I messed up. The good thing though is that this means in some cases I get double birthday wishes. And as someone who looooves attention I consider this to be a very good thing indeed.

  Anyway.  Today is my big day, the twentieth anniversary of my twenty-fifth birthday.  Yup, I'm forty-five and I can't frikkin' believe it!  But no worries, in my heart and mind I'm mid/late twenties and could hang with any one of you.  Try me, I double-dog dare ya.
M'kay, on to my post.


I should write a book about my life." 
Sooner or later you're going to hear an older person say this. The term 'older' is relative of course, but I've usually heard this from seniors. I always roll my eyes whenever I hear it, to me it's always seemed rather presumptuous to believe anyone would find your life interesting enough to buy a book about it. But in reality I think many people are just surprised they've made it this far when they look back at all the close calls and stupid things they've done.

Why do I say this? Because some days I reflect on my life and wonder how I managed to make it this far. Like most of us I spent my teens and twenties feeling somewhat invincible and I've had my share of stupid.  There are numerous reasons I may not have made it as far as I have...

Close calls. I fondly remember the day I blew a tire at 70mph and almost lost my car while rounding the bend of a two-lane highway on-ramp, the same one I had been taking every night for years. Just a few weeks before that I had attended a performance driving weekend.  I'm sure that's what helped save me, plus someone was just plain looking out for me.

Bad decisions. Several summers ago a bird decided it wanted to nest on the security light in our carport (garage). She was persistent, so I put a towel above it to keep her away during the day and removed it in the evenings. It worked well for a while until the night I forgot to take it down, creating an electrical short which incinerated the towel. If it wasn't made of synthetic material this would have caused a house fire. To make matters worse it was my in-laws' home.  Not a great way to make an impression.

Pushing it. There were things I did to intentionally push the envelope. Like having sex on the edge of a cliff, or while driving. (I don't remember seeing them listed but I'm pretty sure they'd fall under the category of unsafe practices). Would I do it again?  Oh hell yeah.

The wrath of mom. My mother nearly murdered me a few times when I was younger. Like the time I decided I was going to chop down our birch tree on the front lawn when I was about seven. (The back of a hammer makes a great axe, or so I thought). Then there was the day my brother and I took home snakes that we had captured. My mom found out about them when one popped its head out of a sock as she was doing laundry. Apparently we didn't secure them well enough.
I'm not sure how I made it to my next birthday.
There were also things she never found out about, like the day my brother and I rode our bikes on the shoulder of a major highway in Toronto. I was about ten and she still doesn't know. Unless she's reading this post.  Fortunately I weigh too much now for her to put me over her knee.

Hmm. After looking back on this stuff, "I think I should write a book about my life." lol
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 For anyone who's willing, please let me know when your birthday is so I can mark it down!


 
 

 
 

 
      

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Friends

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"When you dig another out of their troubles,
you find a place to bury your own."
-Anonymous

Saturday, February 20, 2010

If I Were...

I shamelessly ripped off this idea from Apartment 513, (after  running it by her of course). It's kinda scary how many of our answers matched.  If you want an instant feel-good, I definitely recommend you check out Lacey's blog.  Passionate, spicy attitude, eats up life. Yeah I'm a sucker for this stuff.

If I were a month, I’d be July.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 2am.
If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a sea otter.


If I were a direction, I’d be South.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be an overstuffed sleigh bed.
If I were a liquid, I’d be nectar.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a diamond.
If I were a tree, I’d be a majestic Redwood.


If I were a tool, I’d be a chisel.
If I were a flower, I’d be an orchid.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be sunshine.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Steinway grand piano.


If I were a color, I’d be red.
If I were an emotion, I’d be passion.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a mango.  
If I were a sound, I’d be laughter.
If I were an element, I’d be water.


If I were a car, I’d be a Ferrari.
If I were a food, I’d be liquid honey.
If I were a place, I’d be Paris.
If I were a material, I’d be leather.
If I were a taste, I’d be spicy.
If I were a scent, I’d be musk.  
If I were an object, I’d be a mountain.


If I were a body part, I’d be your smile.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a wink.
If I were a song, I’d be "I'll Be" (Edwin McCain)
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be Doc Martens.
What would you be?

Friday, February 19, 2010

Secret Friday

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Happy Friday everyone! I know some of you have already begun your weekend so I hope it's off to a good start.

Time now for the eleventh installment of Secret Friday, a chance to anonymously share some secrets and/or fantasies you've kept to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

If you get something from this I hope you'll consider hosting one on your blog as well. Feel free to copy and paste the guidelines below if you choose. All I ask is that you keep a regular eye on your feedback; contributions can be intense sometimes and people writing in need to be respected. It's very important. If you decide to do this on your blog please, please let me know. If we link to each other I think we could start something great.

Okay, here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret or fantasy anonymously, no names please. It can be anything from mild to wild, anything goes. All I ask is that it's true. You can post as many as you're comfortable with.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

4) If you're someone who is easily offended by swearing or sexual content you may not want to read through the comments. I have no idea where this will go and won't be reviewing comments until after they are posted.

5) I'll be participating as well. (After ten of these I have to dig deeper!)

6) Feedback directed towards me is welcome, anonymously or otherwise.

7) As always I'd like everyone to please refrain from commenting on what someone else has written; what may seem trivial to you can be very personal to someone else. Everyone has feelings and I want to see them respected, therefore inappropriate remarks will be removed.

And now to it...

Monday, February 15, 2010

Bloggers over Borders- giveaway winners

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Hi everyone,

   Sandy has randomly drawn five winners for my giveaway.  The following will each be receiving a copy of "Toronto: A Photographic Portrait", by Mike Filey.  They are:

In Joy and Sorrow
A Poet's Circus
I Know, Right?
Leah
Past and Future Tense

Congratulations, your books will be mailed this week.

In addition I'll be sending out a commemorative letter to all of you who have participated, as my way of saying thanks for your support.  Currently I'm in the midst of matching all of you with another blogger; over the course of the next two or three days I'll be e-mailing everyone with further information.

I've decided to make this an annual event, hopefully growing more each year. Thanks everyone for doing your part to make this a success.  It's been a lot of work but also a lot of fun.

I look forward to hearing any stories you have as this is set in motion.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Bloggers over Borders participants- please read



Hi everyone,

  Entry for this project is now closed and things are in motion.  Here's a list of those who are participating (all sites I've listed here can be linked).  I'm leaving this up for 48 hours; if you have any input or concerns within this time please e-mail me.  I'm sure I have everyone, but if for some reason I've missed you let me know and I'll add you.

Participants are:

Melanie’s Randomness
I Know, Right?
I Am the Walrus
Minute by Minute
Little Loves
Language is Wine Upon the Lips
Leah
Nina’s Ballerina Closet Obsession
Absent Minded
LauReality
Jennifhsieh
Life in Quotations
Getting Fit and Loving It
Nut in a Lifeshell
Thoughts and Prose of a Synchronistic Catalyst
The Style Crusader
Social Climbers
Past and Future Tense
The Happy Cactus
A Poet’s Circus
Post Apocalyptic Bohemian
In Joy and Sorrow
One Long Road
Sunlit Catastrophe
^~ طرطشة افكار ~^ (Mohamed in Giza, Egypt)
Or So I Feel
When Chocolate Melts and Coffee Burns (sorry for missing you Neisy)

My thanks to all of you who have signed up.  On Monday I'll be drawing names and e-mailing all of you with information on whom I've matched you up with.  I'll also be announcing the five winners of my book giveaway , "Toronto: A Photographic Portrait" by Mike Filey.  Stay tuned!

Photo credit here.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Secret Friday

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TGIF!  We're heading into a long weekend in Canada as Monday is a holiday (Family Day).   I know some of you have already begun your weekend so I hope it's off to a good start.

Time now for the tenth installment of Secret Friday, a chance to anonymously share some secrets and/or fantasies you've kept to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

If you get something from this I hope you'll consider hosting one on your blog as well. Feel free to copy and paste the guidelines below if you choose. All I ask is that you keep a regular eye on your feedback; contributions can be intense sometimes and people writing in need to be respected. It's very important. If you decide to do this on your blog please, please let me know. If we link to each other I think we could start something great.

Okay, here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret or fantasy anonymously, no names please. It can be anything from mild to wild, anything goes. All I ask is that it's true. You can post as many as you're comfortable with.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

4) If you're someone who is easily offended by swearing or sexual content you may not want to read through the comments. I have no idea where this will go and won't be reviewing comments until after they are posted.

5) I'll be participating as well. (After nine of these I have to dig deeper!)

6) Feedback directed towards me is welcome, anonymously or otherwise.

7) As always I'd like everyone to please refrain from commenting on what someone else has written; what may seem trivial to you can be very personal to someone else. Everyone has feelings and I want to see them respected, therefore inappropriate remarks will be removed.

And now to it...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Bloggers over Borders- last call

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Hi everyone,

  I'm happy to report I've had some very enthusiastic feedback for this project so far.  For those of you who have considered participating and haven't signed up yet, you have until this coming Saturday the 13th to let me know.  Just click on the picture of the 'world hands' at the top of my blog for further details.

  I'm anxious to get this started, it should be fun!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Life's Sweet Heartache

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"You never give your heart to a stranger
Or tell your secrets to a friend
You’ll put your heart in mortal danger,
They all desert you in the end.
The more you live the more you love."

-Flock of Seagulls


Recently I was sorting through some of my older writing for a few pieces to post, and came across a poem that was darker and more bitter than most. It occurred to me that I've spoken much of the upside of love and passion lately, but little of its heartbreak. I think it's time.

Over the past few days I've had several memorable conversations, some with you who may be reading now, about the difficulty and occasional pain of relationships. In the fifteen years before I met Sandy I'm not sure how many girls/women I took interest in, how many relationships of varying degrees I celebrated and hurt over, but I had my share. During that time it seems there were more lows than highs. Maybe that's not the case and it's just my mind's way of retaining the lessons. Memories have a way of being discoloured by time's mist sometimes.

Along the way I did some embarassing and stupid things, as most of us do when young and where matters of the heart or physical desire are concerned. Some things I learned from immediately, some I had to repeat two or three times before they sunk in. But most did eventually. 

At twenty-one I had a serious relationship with a girl, after a short while she broke it off and I was devastated. I did a fair amount of writing during that time; an example of which follows:


Some Hearts

Some nights are better spent alone
Some lives best lived apart
Some hearts are better left untouched;
Their flames burn brightest at the start.

 Some questions are better left unanswered
Some feelings never chanced
Some tears are better left unshed,
Some dances never danced.

Some walls are better left unbroken
Some love best left ungiven,
Because when all that we think
And feel has been spoken
Some hearts aren't always forgiven.


Some say there are seven stages of grief (disbelief, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, acceptance and hope). At the time I wrote this poem it was very much out of anger and bitterness. Those wounds have long-since healed and I've learned from the experience. Do I believe it's always better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Not necessarily. But I no longer believe what I wrote in my poem; we shouldn't pass up a chance at something great for fear of heartbreak. In my eyes you should say what you need to say and not keep these things to yourself. Life's too short to shelter your heart.
(Recently I had a conversation with a friend who took a chance on someone, and although he didn't feel the same I'm so unbelievably proud of her for putting herself out there. I can't say she loved and lost, I believe she loved and won because she didn't hide behind her uncertainties).

After my relationship ended I dated more casually, just had fun and didn't look for anything too serious. In some ways I feel I did things backwards. I was usually striving for a serious relationship even before the age of twenty. I had girlfriends, but at times when I was single I often ended up being 'that guy', the one who was a shoulder but not a shared heart. Looking back perhaps this experience was part of my life's design. Now that I'm married it's something I'm able to provide Sandy (and have it returned) within a fulfilling marriage, and can more comfortably provide others as any hopes of romance within that role have lifted.

If I could go back and do it all over knowing what I know now, I have no doubt my dating years would have been more 'successful'. But I believe as painful as they are, 'mis-steps' are necessary to help us grow into the person we need to be. We can't go back, all we can do is take what we learn and move forward each day. Experience is what we call our mistakes, and they're only mistakes if we don't learn something from them along the way.



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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Message for Ericka Kayne

Ericka please check your comment section, there seems to be an issue with your word verification and it won't provide a drop-down box to post a comment.  

Please drop me a line when you get a chance.  Thanks.

Guest Post


This guest post comes from Jennifer at I Know, Right?  Since meeting her last Fall Jen's become a very close friend of mine, she's one of the kindest people I've ever met and I'm very proud to have her in my life. 

 Jennifer was recently laid off from her job as a reporter and has been struggling to come to terms with this new chapter in her life. She's written a guest post, which I'm happy to feature here...


I packed my things today.


Dozens of shriveled notepads with yellowed pages shredded at the edges. Colorful postcards sent over the years from a friend in China. A bright blue corporate mug showcasing that I am a reporter. Well, was a reporter.


When my desk was nearly empty, I glanced down at my box. One little grocery store cardboard box filled with three years of my career. Was that really all I had to show for three whole years of hard work? What a shame.


Just a week before, I had been laid off. Let go. Terminated.


I shouldn’t have been shocked last week when the News Editor and HR representative guided me into the conference room—the same place where I had been hired right out of college in May of 2006. After all, I had witnessed six lay offs at my newspaper in the past three years. Hundreds of people left without a trace. I even went through three editors, watching them all pack their things year after year. The recession was very real to me.


It was always a chilling feeling, watching those people pack their things. There they were one day, trying to figure out what stories they would work on later that week; the next day they were terminated without a warning. One week to pack up. For most, it only took half an hour. They never looked us in the eyes. When they left, we never saw them again.


I always felt uneasy seeing someone—who sat at that desk for 20 years—leave. So many years given to a career that wouldn’t even see them to retirement. And in the news industry, your life revolves around your job. The result of your hard work is in the newspaper every day. Everyone in town knows you. Now what?


Some of the lucky ones go on to find decent jobs within a few months. Most are not as fortunate. A once-glorified editor I know now serves hot dogs at the local baseball stadium. A once hot-shot reporter I know is still collecting unemployment after being let go six months ago.


It’s my turn now, I realized, as I stood by my old desk with a stuffed box, avoiding the sympathetic stares from former coworkers.


But where do I go? I apply for jobs every day, online. Every time I click enter I can feel the application drift off into cyber space, never to be seen or heard from again. It doesn’t exist.


Is there room in this recession for a young unemployed journalist?


As I left the newsroom, juggling my box and mumbling goodbyes to people, it occurred to me that it doesn’t matter.


Its 2010, the economy is still shit, and I’m out of a job.


All I have left is myself.
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Thanks for this Jen. Hang in there sweetie, I know it'll get better.  You're an amazing friend. ♥


Barry

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Birthday Wishes


It's Sandy's special day today.  I don't think she'd want me to disclose her age, so I'll just say it's the twentieth anniversary of her twenty-fifth birthday.

Happy Birthday honey. I love you with all my heart. ♥

Barry
xoxo

Friday, February 5, 2010

Secret Friday


Happy Friday everyone!  I have to admit it's been a short week for me as I took a couple vacation days.  But now I'm back to it.  I know it's Saturday for some of you, so I hope you're enjoying a good start to your weekend.

Time now for the ninth installment of Secret Friday, a chance to anonymously share some secrets and/or fantasies you've kept to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

If you get something from this I hope you'll consider hosting one on your blog as well. Feel free to copy and paste the guidelines below if you choose. All I ask is that you keep a regular eye on your feedback; contributions can be intense sometimes and people writing in need to be respected. It's very important. If you decide to do this on your blog please, please let me know. If we link to each other I think we could start something great.

Okay, here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret or fantasy anonymously, no names please. It can be anything from mild to wild, anything goes. All I ask is that it's true. You can post as many as you're comfortable with.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

4) If you're someone who is easily offended by swearing or sexual content you may not want to read through the comments. I have no idea where this will go and won't be reviewing comments until after they are posted.

5) I'll be participating as well. (After eight of these I have to dig deeper!)

6) Feedback directed towards me is welcome, anonymously or otherwise.

7) As always I'd like everyone to please refrain from commenting on what someone else has written; what may seem trivial to you can be very personal to someone else. Everyone has feelings and I want to see them respected, therefore inappropriate remarks will be removed.


And now to it...

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Bloggers over Borders update

Hi everyone, just a quick update to let all of you know where we currently are with this project. To date there are twenty-three bloggers involved in five countries (Canada, USA, Egypt, UK and the Philippines).  USA is represented by eleven different States.

I want to thank all of you who have signed up so far and who have promoted this on your blogs. I'm still short of target so I'm extending the deadline to sign up by one week, to February 13th. 

Please consider joining and/or spreading the word about this to those you know. The further this reaches the better. I'm looking forward to setting this in motion.

Love you guys,

Barry
 
 
Photo credit here.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Siren Song


For you who have been affected by words of those you've never met.


Siren Song

You came one night
On moonlight’s breath
A gem that shone your name.
Captured me,
With brushstroked words
And set my soul’s canvas aflame.

A painter of pictures
Through eloquent prose
Recount passions burning so strong.
To these words I surrendered
As for me you sang
A beckoning Siren Song.

How ironic this beast
Which exhales cyber glow,
My resolve it tramps and defies,
Would send one as you
To set comfort’s stage
So to discover myself
Through your eyes.

I'll slip off this fabric
That veils me from the rest
My heart before you I'll bare
Our eyes not to meet
In defiance I ask
To reveal your Self as you dare.

Sketch your mind's portrait
With wind-weathered chalk
Wonder if this will last, for how long.
Still my soul answers freely
And forever it seems
To your beckoning Siren Song.



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