#GirlLove post!#Girllove Blog Challenge | kyrosmagica


Thanks to Marjorie over at kyrosmagica for including me in the #Girllove Blog Challenge.  Marje is a kind-hearted, spirited gal I connected with this past year, who likes to blog about the magic of writing, laughter, books, crystals, and so much more.


#Girllovechallenge launched by Lilly Singh, a.k.a. Superwoman, on her  YouTube Channel. Lilly Singh is a Canadian vlogger, actress, comedian, and rapper, age 27. She is tired of ‘girl-on-girl hate’ in schools, workplaces, and social media, so she decided to reverse trends by promoting #GirlLove.  In her empowering video  young women speak out  about their respect and gratitude for other women in their lives. Proceeds from video views will go to the Malala Fund to help educate girls around the world. The goal of the fund is to “enable girls to complete 12 years of safe, quality education so that they can achieve their potential and be positive change-makers in their families and communities”.

Lilly’s challenge was to compliment other women in social media using the hashtag #GirlLove.  In the blogging world the challenge has become more detailed.




Here’s what you do for the #GirlLoveChallenge:


– Tell your followers who inspires you, a famous woman who may be dealing with negativity on a daily basis.


– Tell your followers who inspire you in real life, a woman you always interact with.


– Tag five women bloggers who you love. Compliment them and tell them why you love them, and comment under their latest post with the link to your post with #GirlLove post!#Girllove Blog Challenge.


My Picks:


I wrote a post awhile back called, Embracing Your Self-Esteem, about Whitney Way Thore, and her struggles with obesity. Whitney went from being a slim young teen to an obese woman, which began with her diagnosis of POC, polycistic ovary syndrome.    She has her own show now, My Big Fat Fabulous Life, a reality show that follows her life being an overweight young woman, and what she does to feel good about herself, and empowers other women who have weight issues and low self-esteem. She’s created the hashtag #NoBodyShame and crusades about learning to love and accept oneself. You can read my article HERE.


In my real life, or shall I say, in my virtual writing life where I spend most of my days, I have to say that blogger/writer/author, Sally Cronin is very inspiring. Sally’s blog is always busy with posts from her own extremely, creative writing, to sharing and promoting of the works of others, Sally’s worldly knowledge and experience is shared in many of her articles from health to life experience.


Sally is kind, quick-witted, a lover of life and so well respected and loved in the writing community. I was fortunate enough to connect with Sally on different levels, and I’m honoured to have her as a friend. She’s inspiring, compassionate and so giving of her time to fellow bloggers. To be quite honest, I don’t know how she finds the time to crank out blogs and books, circulate multiple social media sites daily, comment on other’s blogs, and make time for her real life. I truly admire her.



Now on to my five female blogging friends I admire, the part where I get to only choose 5 is very limiting, as there are so many wonderful women out there I admire, but here they are:


Deborah Jay – I love Deb and her writing. But I love that she’s always willing to offer up her good advice, and also shares great information to other writers, and gives great in-depth book reviews.



Marcia Meara – I love Marcia because she’s spunky, witty, and runs her blog, The Write Stuff, which she created to involve other writers with challenges, book promotions, and so much more, because with Marcia, it’s always a surprise what she’ll come up with.



Elaine Mansfield – I love Elaine because she’s a warrior woman. She’s accomplished so much in her life, endured lots of love, lots of grief, and shares her emotions and lessons and experiences in life with her beautiful writings. Elaine was one of my first few blogging friends I connected with when I began blogging almost 3 years ago.



Diane Tibert – I love Diane, another early friend I met blogging, because she’s a go-getter writer who always seems to be on top of trends and updates in the publishing world. She’s a fellow Canadian author, and she never hesitates to share insights she comes across in the writing and publishing world.



Sherri Mathews – I love Sherri, my newest friend of all five here that I’ve mentioned. Sherri is a compassionate soul who has certainly lived life and has had her share of ups and downs which she’s always so willing to share with others. She’s uplifting and you can always count on her for a kind word.


So those are my nominees to take on the #Girllovechallenge. There is no obligation to carry on the challenge if you don’t feel like you have the time to participate, but if you do, just follow the rules listed above, and don’t forget to send the link to the women you’re honouring.




Source: #Girllove Blog Challenge | kyrosmagica

#Gratitude for #Doctors

Angels and doctors

I wasn’t going to put together another post for this week, as I already have my posts for the week scheduled in draft, but I’m sticking one more in because I feel compelled to say something.


I talk about kindness and the universe a lot. I also preach that without having our health, we have nothing, for nothing else can bring us joy while we’re busy fretting over serious illness.


I had to write this post in gratitude as a shout out to two wonderful doctors.


Many of you know my personality here, and how I am here, is how I am in my real life. I’m friendly, inquisitive, and make friends and form rapports quite easily because I respect people and have a way of forming instant bonds with people. This is no different when it comes to my relationships with mine and my husband’s doctors.


In today’s world, we all know that it can be difficult to get in to see a doctor at times. Wait times can drag on, and if we’re scared about something, the waiting can seem like an eternity; especially if you are out of country on the other side of the continent. And don’t even get me started with trying to get hold of a doctor to speak to them personally.


I know the US has their healthcare issues, and believe me, a lot has changed too with Canadian healthcare, not for the better. But there are still some Saints  doctors around who still have a bedside manner and compassion. And I am blessed to have two of them.


Without getting into great details of the Stage IV prostrate cancer my husband had a few years ago, and the grueling treatments he underwent to save his life, I’m always on guard for symptoms, and there have been a few residual issues from side-effects of the treatment through these past few years.


A few days ago, while we’re on vacation, my husband developed some questioning symptoms (which I won’t get into here). I’m pretty well versed in health and disease and cures, medically and naturopathically. His symptoms weren’t making a lot of sense to me and flagged an alert system in my brain from the things I do know. After googling my computer to death, knowing what he didn’t have, but miniscule possibilities of what he could have, I was quite concerned to the point where I felt we might have to go back home.


You may be wondering if we have out of country medical insurance, and the answer is yes, of course, but I’m pretty well versed too, at the way the insurance companies work. I’ve seen issues all too often in the news. If there’s one tiny thing they can find to pin an ailment on, they won’t cover insurance, and I know if I took him to a doctor here, they’d pin his symptoms back to his cancer 5 years ago and wouldn’t reimburse, so although feeling like I may be overstepping some privileges, I contacted 2 of our doctors back home, on Sunday.


Dr. Vesprini, oncologist at Sunnybrook Hospital is one of my husband’s doctors. We see him twice a year for testing to make sure the cancer hasn’t returned. Dr. V, as I call him, is a strappingly handsome young man with a great personality, and a man who doesn’t make you feel like you’re even in a hospital. We were there before we came to Arizona for hub’s semi-annual checkup, and there was a test result misplaced. He said, ‘Don’t worry Deb, I’m not going to make you come all the way back here. Here’s my personal email address, we’ll run that test again now, then email me Monday and I’ll email you back the results”. Wow, I was touched that he wasn’t going to put us out and make us come back so he could charge OHIP for another visit, or that I didn’t have to go through hoops with a secretary, not to mention that he felt comfortable giving me his personal email address.


Dr. Marsden (although we’re on a first name basis) became my naturopath almost 15 years ago. He basically saved my life a few times over. He’s a brilliant naturopath who studied in Germany and brings all the technology here. He has patients that come to his cancer clinic and health center from all over the world. I’ve watched him grow from his small practice, to an international superstar who travels many places now to lecture. But when it comes to looking after me and my husband it feels as though he’s our friend and always comes to the plate when I have a concern. So yes, I do have his cell phone personal number since 2006 when I had my open heart surgery for the tumor on my heart, and he was there for me through consults, listening to my fears, and for a speedy recovery process. He even came to our house to check on me. They just don’t make doctors like Dr. M anymore.  I have never abused his number, never, ever used it.


But Sunday I was full of worry. I decided it was time to use my ‘get out of jail free cards’. I sent an email to Dr. Vesprini, with details of my observations on my husband’s symptoms. I didn’t have Dr. Marsden’s email with me, so I sent him a lengthy text explaining my concerns and minute details of the symptoms, and my apologies for bothering him.


Dr. V emailed me back first thing Monday morning, and we emailed back and forth, his diagnosis, and my questions. He verified what I thought it was, and although he’s 99.9% sure of what it is, he told me as long as it remains the same and doesn’t get worse, there is nothing to worry about, and to be sure, he will test my hub when we return home to make sure his diagnosis is correct. He reminded us to have a great time and not to worry and to let him know if anything worse happens, feel free to contact him.


Dr. M called me. He told me exactly what Dr. V had said, put our worries to rest, and said these effects are common even years after radiation, and as long as it remains like this, there’s no reason to worry, although he wants hub to have the same test Dr. V requested when we get home. He invited me to call him anytime if there’s a concern, but I would never abuse the privilege unless I found myself up against a brick wall. He also cautioned what to keep an eye out for and if anything gets worse, he advised we come home.


Now, I had surmised from my knowledge and investigations what the problem could be,  but I knew I had to consult with a doctor for verification and peace of mind. I’m not one to ever let suspicious symptoms linger. Everything seems fine for the time being; symptoms are lessening, and I am on watchful duty should things escalate. But I can’t stop thinking about how blessed I am to have these rapports with 2 wonderful human beings who just happen to be doctors.


Thank you for your kindness, concern and compassion Dr. Vesprini and Dr. Marsden. The world could use more doctors like you.



What’s up with These Commercials?

A view from our balcony. Camelback, manmade lake.
A view from our balcony. Camelback, manmade lake.


Black ducks? Black geese? That congregate around the water.
Black ducks? Black geese? That congregate around the water.


A view from our parking lot at the Camelback mountains with a peaking out of sunset.
A view from our parking lot at the Camelback mountains with a peaking out of sunset.

We are here, vacationing in Scottsdale, Arizona. I certainly haven’t had much time to watch any television, but my husband is a TV addict, so that doesn’t mean while I’m working away on my computer that I don’t hear what’s going on in the background. The old cowboy shows he loves to watch in reruns bypass my ears as I click away on the keyboard, but I can’t help but notice what every single commercial ad I hear is selling – healthcare for ailments, disease, and death.


Okay, granted, he’s watching old reruns on special cable channels, and I can’t help but wonder if these commercial ads are tailored to these specialty channels with shows from 50 years ago, but holy smokes, it’s pretty morbid.


I’ve noticed quite a few of these ads on local channels as well, just not as plentiful. Still, I’m really amazed. I’m a person who believes in the the law of attraction: You get what you focus on and what surrounds you. I find hearing these ads running constantly every 5 minutes or so on commercial break, quite disturbing.


Here are just a sampling of ads I’ve heard:


  • Cancer treatment ads for a multitude of forms of cancer.
  • Catheter ads for cowboys, with descriptions of how easy to insert.
  • Ads for many types of prescription drugs and clinics.
  • Get new teeth, and smile again.
  • Medical alert buttons in all wearable forms.
  • Plan your funeral.
  • Life/accidental death insurance plans.
  • New improved colostomy bags.
  • Stroke and heart attack disease screening appointments.
  • Faulty birth control class action suits.


What ever happened to good old fashioned laundry detergent commercials?



Beautiful – Wintry- #Sedona, Arizona

Bell rock Sedona


What a crazy weather week it’s been here in Arizona. El Nino has been playing some nasty tricks on much of the Southwest. Southern California is flooding with the multiple storms throughout this whole past week, leaving Arizona with remnants of torrential rains, snowstorms in the north mountains (Sedona), and big drops in temperatures.

I went from wearing short sleeves last weekend, to layers of sweatshirt, sweater, winter coat in Sedona (an hour and 45 minutes north of Scottsdale), back to long sleeves and a jacket until Saturday. I actually laughed at the sight of the few bathing suits I brought with me in hopes of getting a little suntan. But perhaps February will level out to the mid 70s where the temps should be, providing El Nino doesn’t keep striking.

Uptown Sedona
Uptown Sedona


Our guests (step-daughter and son-in-law), left Saturday, after a fun-filled week of adventure and weather mania. We went downtown to Old Scottsdale a few times, up to Sedona for 2 days, walked around Kierland Commons outdoor shopping area on another day, and finally succumbed to indoor mall browsing, and visiting a casino nearby where we could take shelter from the torrential rains. It was an action-packed week.

Finally the sun came back. Outside my condo.


The sun came back to visit us in Scottsdale on Saturday, and although the temps stayed around 57 degrees instead of the usual 70, it once again began to feel like we were in Arizona.


Boynton Canyon Sedona
Boynton Canyon after it snowed


We were treated to a wonderful one night stay in Boynton Canyon in Sedona by our guests. We drove up to Sedona on Tuesday, which was supposedly the best weather day of the week of storms that were to hit Arizona all week. Typically Sedona is about 15 degrees cooler up in the mountains than it is in the valley where we are. It’s about an hour and 40 minutes drive north.

Cactus Alley
Cactus galore along Highway 17 North to Sedona


The scenic view is beautiful as you drive up Highway 17, and although the temps began to drop to the mid 40s, we hadn’t yet encountered any precipitation other than grey and overcast skies.

Bell Rock Vortex
Bell Rock Vortex


We walked around uptown Sedona and visited many shops. We then went visiting Bell Rock Vortex, which we couldn’t get close enough to for me to feel the energy that emits from the vortexes.

3 Nuns Sedona Holy Cross
3 Nuns and The Mother Mary with Baby Jesus


Then we drove up to the Chapel of the Holy Cross where we marveled at the rock structures known as The 3 Nuns (aptly named, rock formations) and the little chapel that was built up on the mountain beside it.

Holy Cross Chapel Sedona
The Holy Cross Chapel


As the weather was beginning to feel a bit colder and it was nearing 4pm, we decided we should head up to the resort and check in before nightfall. We had these beautiful rooms that were in little adobe buildings sprawled out over 70 acres of property. Every room had a view of the Red Rock mountains. It was spectacular.

Misty mountains Sedona
Mountains misting with fog


In order to get to the main building where the restaurants were, we dialed the valet who came to pick us up by golf cart to drive us back and forth on the winding sidewalk paths from our rooms to the restaurant or where our car was parked. It was a 3 minute drive, but pretty darned frosty by 930 pm when we were driven back to our rooms after dinner. I stared out the window for quite some time as I am always mesmerized by the beauty of the mountains. This was a view from our balcony:

Balcony view at Boynton Canyon, Enchantment Resort


The next morning, I jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. I was stunned by the new view. Our balcony had almost a foot of snow on it, the big mountain was spectacular with it’s blanket of snow, and the branches on the trees were weighted with heavy snow.

Sedona snow balcony
Morning view


When we got picked up to go for breakfast by the golf cart, I noticed that the wheels had chains threaded around them, to enable traction while driving around what became, ice and snow-laden paths. We huddled into the cart as we shivered to the main building.

snow chain tires
Snow tires, lol


golf cart transportation
Golf cart transportation


The snow continued to fall, so after breakfast, with a snow-covered beautiful restaurant view, we decided to pack up and head back to Scottsdale before the roads became harder to drive through the canyon.

snowy restaurant view
Restaurant view with the reflection of indoor lights through the glass


Airport Rd Vortex, Sedona
Airport Vortex,


We did manage to stop at Airport Road where there’s a beautiful scenic view at that Vortex (when it’s not foggy). My hub and I had visited it last year at sunset hour for spectacular views and photos. It was cold and grey this day, but we parked and walked up to the edge of the canyon. I was thrilled to be able to feel the energy vibrate throughout my body.

Leaving Sedona
Leaving Sedona


We then headed back to Scottsdale. Within a half an hour out of Sedona, we lost the snow. We still never saw much sun, even when we returned home, but at least it was back in the high 50’s, back to lighter jackets.

Next month, my husband’s brother and wife will be coming to visit us for 2 weeks. They can’t wait to see Sedona, and we can’t wait to go back there when the temps will be closer to 60 degrees. Then I will take new photos of the beautiful scenery, only difference will be the sun’s rays shining on the mountains to enhance the beauty and colour.

Here are a few neat photos I took:

Life is short
Life’s too short, found in a storefront window in Sedona, Arizona


artist statue
A statue of a cowboy painting with a little girl and a camera




I hope you enjoyed my little tour of Sedona. I can’t wait to take more beautiful photos when I go back and hopefully there will be no snow or fog in Sedona.



Read Faster? With More Retention? Really?!? | Notes from An Alien

app new

Today I’m going to share a reblog of something interesting I came across while visiting my friend Alexander Zoltai’s site Note From An Alien . Alex is an incredible writer and his blog is always chock full of great articles of interest for writers. If there’s something new ‘out there’ Alex will find it and share it. He also offers his book Notes From An Alien, free on the sidebar of his website.


This particular article discusses a site called Spritz . This is an app designed to help us read faster! Yes, you heard me, and it works! By downloading what’s called, the spritzlet, when you’re reading web articles AND BLOGS, this app can train your eye to read much faster, YET RETAIN the info you’re taking in. If you download the spitzlet and click it while you’re reading a blog you will see the app showing what you’re reading, one word at a time, and you can adjust the wpm accordingly to how fast you can zip through.

I think Alex’s page with the links to the site can explain it much better than I can. But suffice it to say, I found it extremely helpful for quicker reading. Below find a tiny snippet from the post. Then make sure you continue reading to find out more about this site.


“One of the very serious things I followed up on was his recommendation of a particular web site and new “Reading Technology” called Spritz.

My new synchronistic-friend in Kitely had shared that he’d only read 4 books in his life due to a particular mental-syndrome he has—he just couldn’t pay attention long enough to finish more than a few dozen pages…

After he’d played with Spritz for awhile, he found himself reading so quickly and retaining so much that, in a relatively short time, he’d finished about 70 books…

Spritz lets you adjust your reading speed from 40 WordsPerMinute to 1,000 WPM!. . .” CONTINUE READING


Source: Read Faster? With More Retention? Really?!? | Notes from An Alien 



Puppy Parking and the Pony Express

view from starbucks

Just a little travel update. On Saturday my husband’s daughter and son-in-law came to visit us for a week. We went downtown to Old Scottsdale for the afternoon and took the free Trolley around downtown through some beautiful streets filled with restaurants, shops and art galleries.

pony 4xpress

I took this picture of a bronze statue representing the old Pony Express which was the means of mail delivery in the 1950’s. The mail was brought from Holbrook, Arizona to Scottsdale.

You can read more about it here:


For over 50 years members of the Navajo County Sheriff’s Pose, under the oldest continuous official contract with the U.S. Postal Service, has carried the U.S. Mail from Holbrook to Scottsdale, via “pony express”

The Hashknife Posse was organized in 1955 as a search and rescue team for the Navajo County Sheriff. In 1957 the posse borrowed the style of the country’s original Pony Express and 27 posse riders carried an invitation for Governor Paul Fannin, who was then Arizona’s governor, to attend the posse’s annual Hashknife Stampede in Holbrook. That first ride was in March and took 26 hours of straight riding.

From this first ride, the idea of an annual Pony Express was born.
They rode to Phoenix again in 1958, and in 1959, then Holbrook’s . . . Continue Reading

While walking around town, I had to stop and laugh as I took the picture below. I found it funny because my husband’s nickname is Puppy, and anytime we’re out walking around he has a tendency to stray while roaming around and many times I find myself having to look for him. Now I’ve finally found a parking space for him when I go into the shops. All I need is a leash.

puppy parking

After we finished our lovely walk, I had to snap this picture as I walked by these 2 flags. It was such a nice feeling to see the 2 flags flying together in solidarity.

2 flags

On Tuesday, (today) my step-daughter and son-in-law have arranged to take us to beautiful Sedona for 2 days. They’re surprising us with a beautiful hotel they booked us in Boynton Canyon, and we have reservations at our favorite restaurant there, Dahl and Delucca. I’m already praying to the Sun Gods because the weather is expected to take a turn for crappy starting Monday through Thursday in Arizona from a storm in California. The temps will drop and supposedly it will rain most of the week.

Sedona will be cold, I can live with that. But I’m praying for the rain to let up so we can go exploring everywhere we’re planning to go. Hopefully if the weather permits, there will be some gorgeous photos for me to share. And thankfully, we plan on going back to Sedona a few more times before we go back home to Canada.


cowgirl 2


Stay tuned! You never know what I will come up with here. 🙂



Travel Day -Day 1 Arizona Here I Come





The limo was to pick us up at 630 am. I thought this would give us plenty of time to get through the travel ritual and rigamarole one has to endure to get where they’re going to via airplane these days.


After playing switcheroo for a few days, by adding, subtracting, and switching items in my 4 full-sized suitcases, and 3 severely overweight carryon bags, in efforts to get ready for the trip to Arizona, I was ready.  I had been high dosing on homeopathic remedies for a few days to help heal my injured hip and gratefully I had regained more than half the ability back in ease of movement for travel day. Lord knows I needed mobility to lug the lot of bags through airports, customs, on and off carousels, and on and off a shuttle bus from Phoenix airport to the car rental building.


Have Bags Will Travel

We waited for the limo driver to buzz us to inform us he’d arrived, and when the clock ticked 640 am, we began to worry they may have forgotten us, and we’d be getting into morning traffic to and at the airport being that we were flying on New Year’s Eve day. Hub decided to go down to the lobby and check, and sure enough, there he was sitting in the limo, apparently there for half an hour waiting for us. Thanks to our great ‘security’ at the gate of our building (NOT), the driver was told we were coming downstairs, only nobody told the gate such a thing, and so he waited patiently instead of buzzing up to confirm for himself.


I digress, this little incident reminded me of a conversation I had with the management office in my building when we first agreed to move there and I questioned them on the extent of security. Yes, there’s a security guard who opens the gate through the entrance when guests pull in – quite nice, but really irrelevant when they don’t ask where you’re going, or write down a licence and proceed to let anyone in. And yes, our building has a security guard at the desk in the lobby, who is rarely sitting there when anyone who comes to visit me makes their way up to my apartment door without having to buzz up for me to let them up. So when I was concerned about the underground parking and the safety, the management office told me it’s very safe. I pointed out that I didn’t see any cameras and she assured me that anyone would have to come through the security gate to get to the underground. That was not reassuring, so I said, “Ok, let me get this straight, the security at the gate entrance is supposed to make me feel safe? So after something happens to me and I’m left for dead it’s ok because they got a licence number?” How reassuring.”


Anyhoo, after getting to the airport and worrying about huge lines, which didn’t turn out to be too bad, but getting grilled by a grizzly US customs officer about the sandwich I brought to eat on the plane that was considered food that I didn’t check off on the customs form which gave me a choice to tick off of ‘are you bringing into the country … a multiple choice question of , from a farm, dairy, poultry, eg. ‘(there was no tick box for egg salad on a flaxseed wrap). He finally let me pass. Then we whizzed through security after undressing and redressing and proceeded to the gate. The plane was an hour delayed in leaving due to some mysterious unknown reason.


After getting settled in my seat on the aircraft, I once again began to feel as though I was contained in a metal can in a cess pool of germs. The plane was full, with at least 200 and some odd passengers and the heavy-set woman who whooped her cough didn’t let up for longer than 3 minute intervals with her hyena-like coughing fits. Where was she sitting? Need you really ask? Right behind me!


My hub and I rolled our eyes at one another and bitched back and forth how people who are sick were allowed to fly and spread their germs without at least wearing a mask. We huddled our heads into our jackets as long as we could endure, hoping to stave off her ominous germs. My hub became quite snarly by the time we’d had an hour of whooping woman. He turned to me and asked me how on earth is it possible that every time we travel, we get the sickos behind or beside us. I mean really, what are the bloody odds?

I’ve always been the 1% girl when it comes to the odds of something happening to someone. So once again, I replied to him, “We’re bound to win a lottery one day. Surely all the 1% situations we encounter can’t only be negative ones? We’re gearing up for a big win!


Four and a half hours later, we landed in sunny Phoenix, Arizona. The stunning view of the mountains from the airplane window was like winning a lottery for me. We deplaned and headed through the airport on a very long walk to the luggage carousel. By this time toting my heavy and large overstuffed purse and carryon bag, while my hub toted the other carryon and another overstuffed computer bag, we proceeded to the luggage carousel. We loaded a cart that could barely hold 7 pieces of luggage and proceeded to push that through baggage claim to the outside through a busy walkway to the shuttle bus we had to catch, which took us to the car rental.


Once again we off-lifted the bags to lift them back onto the shuttle, only to have to lift them off once again at the car rental. We were grateful for a man who generously offered to lift our bags back onto a cart. I’m sure he could see my hub was worn right out and I was walking with a slow limp. We had only to sign in for the car and load the bags into the car, which became a mathematical puzzle we managed to accomplish.


We were worn out and feeling pretty broken in the back department when we finally arrived at our rented accommodations and discovered our condo was on the second floor with 2 flights of winding cement stairs. We only had to lift those cases one more time; each of 4 bags weighing nearly 50lbs and the smaller ones at 30 lbs. We both held an end of each bag and with our last ounces of energy managed to get them all up to our floor.


We got inside and saw this beautiful condo we’d be living in for two months, which we could barely appreciate from our worn out state of exhaustion and realized it was already nearing 430 pm, New Year’s Eve, and had to run and buy groceries before the stores closed until Saturday. The last thing we felt like doing was go grocery shopping and carry more bags up those stairs, but we did.


We got back, dragging our asses and bags up a few trips from the carpark up the stairs and putting the groceries away, it was nearing 630 pm when my phone rang and it was our good friends Larry and Lois who live in Scottsdale, informing us that they’d be over to pick us up at 745 pm to go out for dinner.


This was the first New Year’s Eve I can remember ever getting ready to go out in 20 minutes. The food was great, the company was great. We got home by 11pm. I barely got my face washed and creamed, hit the mattress, never saw the ball drop at midnight, and couldn’t think of anything better I’d rather be doing at midnight than sleeping.


Stay tuned for more adventures as they happen!



Champions of 2015 – Acknowledgement of Friendship and support -Originated with Seumas Gallacher | Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life


No doubt, Sally Cronin  has been awarded the Champions of 2015 Blogger award. With her continuous support of other bloggers and putting out entertaining and informative material almost on a daily basis, she was the perfect candidate.

I wanted to thank Sally for passing on the award, and once again, I’m honoured to have been included in her award nominees.


I was so delighted to be included in Seumas Gallacher’s champions of 2015 and am therefore very pleased to pass on this special award to some of those people who have been such an important part of the blog this year.

Seumas Gallacher is a wordsmith…full stop. A highly successful Indie author alongside his main man Jack Calder.. or regaling us with high tales and providing essential guidance for self-publishing. http://seumasgallacher.com/  If you are looking for a blog that will entertain, amuse and inform then head over…toot sweet!

For me the friendships that have developed bring an additional element to my writing both on the blog and in the books in progress. Motivation, humour, balance and just as important consistency. They have been unwavering in their support and interaction and if I was to select one element of 2015 that stands out as amazing; it has to be the people who have experienced it with me……” CONTINUE READING 


About this award that was created by Seumas Gallacher,  – It has many components, tailored to each blogger’s criteria for nomination criteria. Today I’ll choose 5 bloggers amongst so many wonderful bloggers here, for their many visits and comments left here, for the wonderful posts they also contribute for their followers, and for their originality.


Visit their links and have a look at what they like to blog about. I can assure you that these are all great blogs filled with personal perspective and writing oriented posts.


Carol Balawyder

Marian Beaman

Sacha Black

Diane Tibert

A.K. Andrews

Sherri Mathews


Recipients, if you choose to accept and wish to propagate the CHAMPIONS AWARDS, please do the following:
1.Post this Award Sticker on your blog, with the hashtag #CHAMPIONSAWARDS
2.Acknowledge the sponsor of your Awards.
3.Choose at least five of your own nominees and advise them accordingly, attaching these 5 guidelines.
4.Keep it simple… no need for explanations for the Awards… we know how great these folks are.
5.You are free to give out these Awards as frequently as you wish.


Source: Champions of 2015 – Acknowledgement of Friendship and support -Originated with Seumas Gallacher | Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life