It's a nice thought...

... too...

 

I don't know. I've taken quite a few in the last seven years. But then again, I don't believe in perfect, so it's all good I guess.

 

Oh... and... good lord... I'm so sorry about what came to mind...  

 

Friday Night Fun: Violence

Not a huge fan of violence for entertainment, although I used to be when I was younger. That being said, I can so appreciate this...

It had come up in Facebook tonight, so I went tracking back a bit further in YouTube such that what today came up as a "Bohemian" Kick Boxer seems to have originally been a "Bolivian"... When I first saw it in FB, I was thinking... what the heck is a Bohemian Kick Boxer?

A goal or a dream?

 

 

Another milestone happened some time today. I passed the 50,000 Pageviews mark. That may not seem that big of a number, however to me it is huge. That being said, I didn't create this thing with any goal in mind, nor to amass a readership. I knew what I didn't want to do here, but I ended up unwittingly heading down that road regardless. Now, sitting here tonight, all I can say is that I think it would be nice if one day someone stumbles upon this blog and finds something they can relate to on some level, and maybe make them laugh or cry or say "Hmmmmm....".

 

Much like the blog, I have never had a goal in life either, which is quite sad if you think about it. At this juncture, the closest I can come to having one would be:

 

 

And on that note, what came to mind just now is so not my theme song ...

 

Oh... and this is post 1640, which just seems like a nice number to take note of.

So...

... and as such, any way you look at it, my life is full, even if it is empty.

Because I can...

 

To honour the fallen since last time

U.S. (11)

   Texas

   South Carolina

   Rhode Island

   Minnesota

   Kentucky (3)

   Florida

   Oregon

   California

   North Carolina 

U.K. (6)

Australia (1)

It's kind of like ...

 

Further to this...

What kind of sammich I wonder...

 

I haven't done one of these for a really long time, so I decided to re-do the one on the sidebar "What Kind of Pie are You?" and I know I got a different result this time. (Cherry Pie) I went on to do about four or five more, including this one:

You Are a Turkey Sandwich

Conservative and a bit shy, you tend to stick with what you know and trust. You are very introverted, and you prefer to blend in whenever possible. Though you may be hard to know well, anyone who does know you considers you a true friend. Your best friend: The Ham Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Tuna Fish Sandwich

What Kind of Sandwich Are You?

That made me chuckle... Would my reader(s) be a best friend or mortal enemy I wonder...

 

One more: "What spice is your soul?" (Sage)

"A stranger falling out of the blue"

From one of my "go to" movies. If you have a tough time watching romantic comedies, try this one out. It's... charming...

Happy Easter...

Bunny hugs...

from here.

"well... with the way you behave..."

This falls into the "never too late" category, however, it does inspire the "better sooner than later" aspect of life, I'd say.

Dream on...

...yeah...

69 years ago...

Sometimes people need to be reminded ...
 

Rediscovery...

Yesterday I rediscovered why I did not like seafood when I was a little kid.

One word....

Anchovies.

I've never had them before. 

It doesn't matter how thin you slice them or how much you smother them in salt and spicy Korean goodness. It doesn't matter. It is that distinct, intense, fishness that threw me off then, and anchovies are... well... the epitome of fishness.

The funny thing is that I remember liking the taste of dried squid. It came in a small plastic candy-sized bag. It was salty, but not too salty, a little bit chewy, and rather stringy. But... it wasn't too... fishy, for lack of a better word. This was brought back to mind yesterday as well. The nice Korean lady who owns the Japanese restaurant always gives us extra things to try, like homemade Kimchi, sliced sesame fishcake things, and variety of sweet-savoury smelly Korean pickles. One of the first small dishes she brought out was... squid... Like the dried squid I remember, soaked in a sweet and salty sauce... and it was good. The second dish was the aforementioned anchovies, a little deceiving as it looked almost the same. Gah!

Sand in my eyes...

... and I wasn't the only one...

(I cannot blame Metallica for this one... Well... maybe I could...)

Gifts

 

I met my new nephew for the first time yesterday. He is almost nine months old. It has been a long time since I have been that kind of happy holding a baby.

***

I received a treasure last night. Some personal belongings and family pictures which I did not know existed. She had even kept a couple notes that I had written her when I was a kid. With those notes, was... a Christmas card... that she had written to me before she died, but had not sent. There was also a card with a message from another aunt who I have not seen in probably over ten years now. Gifts. Gifts with tears.

***

So tonight, again, questioning my existence, I reflect on these gifts, and wrote this.

Black and white pictures

Memories hidden away

Trickling from a box

Who are these people

Trapped in time and tucked away

Waiting to be found

Vaguely familiar

Yet images of strangers

Perhaps I know them

Is that my mother

I do not recognize her

From a time long past

I want to know them

What place in our family

Fading history

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Apparently...

... I used to do this...

Picture a little kid not even as tall as the kitchen counter, with arms outstretched... saying...  
 

A moment...

 

Today I had a moment where it felt as though I was separated from my brain. I was walking home on the old highway, crossing a side street, when I caught myself in that moment where my brain was completely empty of thought. In the split second following, I realized that I could have absentmindedly walked the wrong way. It has happened before, but it is a whole other situation when it happens as you are standing alone in the kitchen compared to walking along a busy stretch of road. I would like to think that I would have the wherewithal to catch myself before doing something so uncharacter-istically brainless, but it makes me wonder.

 

I miss my cat...

(via a blogger buddy on FB)

A couple seconds more and...

I almost forgot about this...

 

On Saturday, I decided to splurge on pizza. It was just a personal size, but instead of my cheap standard "just cheese", I went with the new Nacho flavour with a thin crust. But pizza is not what this is about. I ordered it by phone, looked at the clock and figured I would leave at 7:05. I ran about a minute or two over, so I walked rather briskly up the street towards the pizza establishment. As I was hurrying along, I heard a small "splat"... and stopped in my tracks to see that the "splat" was bird poop hitting the ground a few inches in front of me. I felt my hair to make sure that none had made contact and breathed a sigh of relief. If I had been but a second or two earlier, that would have landed square on my head instead of on the ground before my foot.

 

Fast forward to today when I was putting on the same boots, when I got outside into the sunlight, I noticed something white on the toe of my right boot. I tried to scrape it off with the other boot, but it did not want to budge. Yes, that's how close it had been.

I'd have to agree...

(via "Running to Nowhere")