Tuesday, August 31, 2010

TUESDAY TOOTS: and friends on stoops!

(Yes I said I was going to take a break.........but what can I say, perhaps I have a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder!!!)

 Did I tell you how much I love warm, deliciously scented summer nights, and although I am a huge fan of fall and it’s enormous burst of colour, I do get ever so slightly melancholy when summer is over.  You see myself and two of my other neighbours have stoop parties as soon as the warm weather starts and the parties continue thru the summer until blankets and coats no longer keep us warm.  We span three decades, all told.  “J” is in her early 30's, I myself am in my early 40's and “L” is in her early 50's.  Each of us is in a different phase of our lives.

We aren’t your every day group of girls.  We couldn’t be more different from each other. J is bubbly and effervescent and cherubic, and every time she spits out a dirty joke, well all I can say is that it is so shocking to see that come from here sweet little face that I nearly choke up a fur ball. L is this give-you-the-shirt-off-her-own-back kind of person.  She would buy you the moon if she could and never expect a single thing in return.  My better half and I often dream of tying her down and feeding her food!  She is just this little stick person and her whole body weighs less than one of my butt cheeks, correction, she weighs less than my big toe!  And then there is me, whacked to say the very least, and I won’t bore you with the details, so I encourage you to make your own assumptions on who I am.

Although I personally play a minor role in our stoop parties (because most of the time you can find me upstairs blogging!), the time we do have together is just so much fun on our little front steps. We talk about every thing and pretty much any thing is up for grabs.  It can be about work, food or family, decor, gardening, people or life.  Rantings about the injustices of the world, followed by the things that inspire us or ignite a fire within us.  Last night it was about sex and colourful objects found at the local adult accessory store which caused such a raucous of laughter from the three of us, that it rung throughout the whole neighbourhood.  Nothing is off limits and quite often our stoop parties start with our partners in tow, but eventually, the men are either bored or embarrassed and disappear into their respective homes (chickens I say!). The exception, of course, is L’s twenty something son who sticks around and says he is gathering the information for future blackmailing purposes!

Whatever we talk about, you can be sure that the bond between us as women is undeniable and impenetrable.  Strong, meaningful, caring, nurturing, encouraging, empathetic and sympathetic, we have an understanding that crosses all time and barriers and unites us as one.  Age makes no difference.  I don’t see J as a 30 something year old with two small children and I don’t see L as a 50 something year old with a granddaughter.  What I see are women like me with the same wishes and dreams, problems and issues with idealistic visions on anything from romance to happiness and every thing in between. We are undeniably the same, and yet different enough to make us each unique in our own right.

These are the moments I treasure, the bonds of friendship which I hold dear to my heart and I am reminded of something Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: “The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.”  They are my wonderful, all year, never put in a box ornaments and I thank them profusely for their very kind and memorable friendships.

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches

Monday, August 30, 2010


Hello, my name is Tracy and I am a Blogaholic..

*Large group of people stand up and say*  'WELCOME TRACY'

I sit back down and review the room and there seems to be a lot of human bodies with faces made of computer screens. There is a big man in the back trying to eat a donut and drink coffee, unfortunately, he has only a disc drive where his mouth should be!

And then I wake up......

Unfortunately.... it's true, I have turned into a blogaholic and as such somethings in my life are starting to suffer... Therefore, I am going to take a respite for a few days while I clean up some cluttered areas of my life.

Not that you will miss me, but perhaps you will... I will miss you and all your lovely thoughts and comments......

In the meantime, I wonder if you would indulge me and tell me why you stop by and visit my blog... I'm just curious I suppose.  I just want to ensure that you aren't gathering information in order to have me committed!  LOL

See you in a couple of days darlins...

MONDAY MUSINGS: A Road Less Traveled

There are times in my life where I feel a shift.  Sometimes it is an unwanted shift and sometimes it is a much needed shift.  And for sometime now, I have felt a rather large hand shoving me forward into an unknown path.  I have been pushing back because I have been reluctant to make a change.  But I know, it's time for me to get off this highway and find a calmer route, perhaps a road less traveled.

This past lovely weekend, my better half and I were out and about and we stumbled on this back road that led to basically nowhere. And what did we find? A sign saying "Gift Store".  We had two choices, continue down the path to nowhere, or make a left hand turn and follow the very winding gravel road down to what  would be an adventure... We took the turn and you know what we found?


And isn't this what life is about, taking side roads, exploring the unknown?  Of course, there will be times that the road is bumpy, and most likely, there will be numerous potholes to go thru, and there will be moments of beauty that may distract us from our course. And I am sure that there will be moments when the path may seem to long, but life always provides us areas where we can sit, rest, reflect and recharge, and at the end of it, all we can hope for is that there will be a beautiful sign welcoming us to the next phase of our lives.  I am about to go and explore where my next road in life takes me, for good or for bad,  it's time and although I am frightened, I am kind of looking forward to veering off this crazy highway onto a road less traveled. 

Wish me luck...

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches

Sunday, August 29, 2010


Did you know that I took belly dancing classes last year.  I have to admit, I loved it!  Our instructor was this petite little thing named Sharon (pronounced Sha-Rohn) who came from Israel.  Looking at her, you could see the reflection of freedom in her face all wrapped up in a blanket of modesty.  But when she put that music on, well her body was nothing short of miraculous. She flowed and ebbed to the music and the soft curve of her small rounded stomach and sensuality of her hips was spectacular and I was mesmerized. She knew how to work her body like a finely tuned instrument. Softly twisting and turning with subtle movements, I knew I was in absolute awe of her, and oh, how I wanted to be able to move just like that.  I loved the time I spent belly dancing.  No matter who you were, what your persona held or what your body type was, once you checked your inhibitions at the door and that music started pounding deep within your belly, you couldn't help but feel incredibly sensual.  

Sharon has long since left the country, but I have to tell you that every morning when I am in the shower, I still practice my figure eights with my hips, and just ever so briefly, if not for a fleeting moment, I feel exotic and sexy and powerful and incredibly passionate.

Today, I stumbled across a free demonstration of belly dancing and I have to tell you that this Canadian born girl, with Scottish and Swedish heritage is pretty sure that she should have been born Arabic, because once they started dancing, I could feel my insides swaying to the music, and my face broke out in a slow smile and I knew, I was still hooked.

Because the Passion of the Dance still lives deep in me...

Wherever you may be my friends,
let your hips be free!

This week I will be joining Outdoor Wednesdays and
thank asoutherndaydreamer.blogspot.com for hosting same

And Make Sure you check out my

Until Next Time
Smooches Pooches

Saturday, August 28, 2010


Did I tell you how much I love Saturdays.   Well, I do.  It's my day to go and explore and where I end up is anybody's guess.  I can tell you that most likely, you will see me wandering right to where colour and scents co-mingle and where vibrant things are that you can feast your eyes upon.  It feeds my soul and brings me to my happy place.  And the best part about me living on an Island is you can Island hop anytime you want.  And today, I hopped over to another Island, and my soul was not only fed but also inspired!

From the wonderful flower stalls

To going to one of my all time favourite stores!

To coming home with my bouquet from the flower market!

Unfortunately, someone neglected to tell me that
Sea Holly smells like Pooh!  Eeee Gads!

Oh well, it looks pretty!
 Live and learn I say, live and learn!

This weekend I am joining Seasonal Sundays and Today's Flowers
and thank The Tablescaper and Flowers from Today for hosting same.
If you get a chance hop over to these links and see what others are up too!

Happy Weekend to You All.

And make sure you check out my Thank you Giveaway!

Until Next Time
Smooches Pooches

Friday, August 27, 2010


In two more days, my better half and I will have been together seven years.  Gosh seven years, I can hardly believe it to be honest.  It may seem like nothing to some but to me it is everything.  And I can tell you that it has been seven of the craziest, funniest, trying-est, amazing, wonderful and memorable years of my life.

But it wasn’t always like that.....

Three months before I had met my better half, I had an evening I will never forget.  I was sitting on my bedroom floor where I was really sobbing because I longed to be in love.  I wanted to love someone so much that my chest actually hurt from the aching in my heart, and what’s more, I wanted to be loved back.  I was tired of seeing couples hand in hand and it seemed to me that wherever I went, that the love of others was blatantly staring me in  my face. That night and when I look back on it now, I suppose I felt a kind of tortured desperation, a longing and a sadness that I had never quite felt in my entire life.  I sat on the floor and I poured out my heart on a piece of paper listing all the qualities I wanted in a man, in a friend and in a partner for life.  The list was varied from kindness, to a love of animals, to loving my family, to softness, to being very good, to being very wicked, to having a fantastically weird sense of humour, to being incredibly supportive but mostly that I was looking for someone to completely accept me for who I was and what I was.  By the time I was finished, the list contained 50 of the most important qualities to me.  I stood up and I read them aloud to the fates, or the universe, or to anyone listening.  I know, it sounds corny, even to me, but I will tell you that at that moment in my life, I did not care who heard, I just needed someone to hear  me. And then silently I looked up and told the Powers that Be that I was ready for “him” and I was ready to be loved.  I ripped the list up and threw the shredded remains into the air and imagined that a graceful hand came down from the heavens and picked up the pieces.  And then I went to bed and pushed the whole thing out of my mind.

A few months later, the fates had sent me an angel in disguise by the name of Brenda.  I had met her thru her husband, and one night, as her and I were sitting on her deck, she asked me the million dollar question.  Why was I single.  Oh, I don’t know, you tell me, there are no men in this town, no men find me attractive, maybe they think I am nuts, who knows.  She looked at me, picked up her phone, made a phone call and got off and said, you have a date with a friend of mine.

And three months exactly to the day, I met my better half.

I think we have one of the best love stories.  Why, because our love did not happen instantly.  He had every and I mean every quality I asked for, but there were no instant fireworks. There was a friendship that grew and  a bond that followed.  And what I remember the most is that during our "beginning ", I was in a terrible motor vehicle accident and I was in so much pain, I couldn’t even lift my arms to wash my hair, and at one point during our relationship, I thought, this is not fair to him.  So I called him and told him that I was ending the relationship because I needed to focus on myself.  And he quietly said to me on the phone “You do what you have to do to get better, I will be waiting for you when you are ready, because you are the one for me”.

Needless to say there was no breaking up, and then over time a partnership developed, followed by an understanding, and then quietly and softly, he just crept right into my heart, and I developed this deep enduring love for him. We have had so many obstacles thrown in our paths and together we have fought and continue to fight thru them, and it seems that the more obstacles there are, the stronger our love grows.

It goes without saying that neither one of us is perfect.  But what we are is: Perfect for Each Other.

So here’s to you my sweetie, there has never been a dull moment in my life since meeting you.  Good, bad, funny, sad, we have gone thru it all and made it out the other end.  Our love has not been about passion, our love has been about strength, and while others love have fizzled out, ours just keeps getting stronger.  You are my strength when I have none, you are my loyalty when others have failed me, you are my sense of direction when my compass goes haywire, you are that gentle hand on my back guiding me forward, you are my audience when I have no others, you are my very own plus one and you see me for me, faults, imperfections, scars and all, and yet you still love me.

And I, adore you...

I really love you Jim. You make my life complete.

Tracy xxoo