Tuesday, March 31, 2015

FAREWELL SWEET CHICHI OUR FAITHFUL LITTLE FRIEND!



At 10.00 a.m. today, our little Chichi bid farewell. She went off to doggie Heaven, and crossed over 'Rainbow Bridge' with the most beautiful smile on her face. There was no pain, no struggle, no fuss. It was her time to go. We are all so appreciative of the fact she waited until Victoria was home for Easter, so she could be with her as she breathed her last breath. It would have been dreadful if Victoria was not there to hug her goodbye! We were all with our beloved Chichi. Her mission on earth was accomplished. She brought love, joy, and comfort to our family for the past eleven years - almost eleven. Her birthday was coming up on April 24th.

I can vividly recall the day she arrived into our lives. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon in June. We answered an ad in the newspaper, and along she came like a princess, sitting in the front seat of a red pick-up truck! We arranged to meet at the empty car park of the Sears store in Calgary. It was all rather bleak, but once we saw her little face, it was love at first sight!

Some people might say 'But she was only an animal!' To us she was much more than just an animal. She was an Angel who filled a big void in all our lives. She became the parent, grandparent, sister, aunty, uncle, and cousins we grew up without here in Canada. After a long hard day at school, she would be waiting for the children with her tiny little tail wagging for joy. Always there to comfort, when comfort was needed.  Even though Chichi was tiny in stature, she had the heart of a giant.

How such a teeny tiny little dog could wield such power over our heart strings can only be explained in one word - God. She came to us when we needed her in our lives. After she became blind two years ago, her life deteriorated. She knew we needed her comfort, as Daddy had just died, so she struggled on bravely for the past two years. Unfortunately, with her blindness, and a multitude of other health issues, it became too much for her, and for us to watch her struggle. So today was the day!

Goodbye sweet Chichi, we miss you dreadfully. You were a BIG part of our little family. We will never ever forget you, and your cute little bobby sock paws!

God Bless and have fun in 'Rainbow Valley'.

Sadly,

Polly P xxx



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

CHICAGO CHICAGO THAT TODDLING TOWN!

I don't know what Frank Sinatra meant by 'toddling town', it was pretty awesome to me! My one free day to explore this spectacular city was just an appetizer. The Hay House 2 day Writer's workshop, which was the main reason for my trip, was definitely worthwhile. I met lots of really interesting and eclectic people from around the world, and  learned all I needed to know about being a writer. The bottom line can be summed up in one word: 'Platform'. Yups. If you don't have a platform, forget about it! Platform + Ghost writer = bestseller. Sounds sad - it is!

You could be the next Charles Dickens or Margaret Atwood but it's useless if you don't have a platform! Start with the platform, then move on to the writing of the book, and if you don't know how to write - no problem, just hire a ghost writer. Let's say you have a bestseller...be prepared, because the royalties from your book will be just like 'pin money'. The main source of income for writers today is through speaking engagements. Who would have thought? So, if you like to speak in public, that's a great start. Apart from 'Platform', the other big word for writers is 'Diversification'. You need to be able to have a stream of income coming from other sources - CDs, e-books, t-shirts, key rings - anything!

The 2 day event was a treasure trove of information. I just loved author Mike Dooley, who spoke at the event. He was an accountant by profession, but left the industry after a few years to pursue his dreams - and then worked like a demon! He does not like to write, nor does he enjoy reading. However, he does like to transmit power thoughts to others through his 'Notes from the Universe'. Check him out!

The Hyatt Regency where we stayed was like an airport - huge! It is a Convention Hotel, and as such was buzzing with activity. Just imagine, all eleven hundred rooms were fully occupied! There was a dizzying array of events going on at the hotel: a Tattooist Convention, Theology Convention, Filipino Medical Convention, Weight Watchers, Bridal Fair, Girls Choir group, as well as our Hay House Writer's Workshop, attended by 530. Lots of people - diverse in the extreme!

While I was at the seminar, Kevin adventured around Chicago, and was so taken by the Art Institute of Chicago, which he said he will remember for the rest of his life! They had a spectacular Irish exhibit. You can google it 'Ireland: Crossroads of Art and Design 1690-1840' at the Chicago Art Institute. Chicago has so many fabulous Museums to explore - you'd need a week at least, make that two! For my part, I noticed the little things, like the fact people love their chocolate in Chicago, and their pizza. I never in my life saw so many sweet shops, charming bakeries, and pizzerias! Divine decadence. Folk are friendly, laid-back, and very pleasant. I cannot tell you how many ladies stopped me on the street to compliment the boots I wore...and this was on a miserable snowy day - can you imagine the fun on a sunny day!

The 'Magnificent Mile' was precisely that. Magnificent! Wide streets, high glamorous shop windows with enticing merchandize smiling back at you. Oh! the lure of it all - just as well my Visa was hacked for the second time since January, and I had none to play with, and the sun wasn't shining! If all the aforementioned were in play - who knows what damage I'd have done!! The Starbucks on the MM was equally alluring. Comfy velvet seats and couches were in place for people to simply rest and chillax after their shopping expedition. They didn't even need to buy a coffee - just people watch, and wait for the snow to fly. On a sunny day, one could float off on a romantic river cruise...oh the joy to be had after a hard day's shopping!

Another highlight of the trip was our visit to the American Doll shop. For some weird reason, I wasn't as keen as Kevin to go in and explore! Time was valuable, and I'm more into clothes than dolls! However, it was such a pleasant surprise. There was a huge line-up for the dolly hair salon. Little girls, with their grannies and mothers, were lining up to have their beloved doll's hair done, at a price not too far off from the human one! Rows of salon seats awaited the pampered little dolls. The attention given to each doll would make a hungry dog swear! And the bakery was another eye-opener for me. I did not realize the dolls had come so far. The doll of the year was named Grace, who was a baker. Grace had her own bakery in the store selling Grace cookies, and cupcakes, and chocolates, with her name printed on them...sweet! Whoever invented the American Girl dolls was a genius.

Because we had only one day together to explore, we took the City Tour for the day. It brought us all around the city, and we hopped on and off to our heart's content. The only BIG drawback was the weather - snowing hard, slushy, freezing cold, messy, yucky in the extreme. Sorry Alberta, but it reminded me of why I left the province - I don't like snow!

On our travels we passed the fabulous Drake Hotel, where many famous people stayed, including Lady Diana. Apparently, Marilyn Monroe has her initials carved on a table in their dining room. We also saw the condo where Oprah lived, the Trump Tower, the building where Batman flew from, and many other movie landmarks...the building where Al Capone housed his speakeasy, a street named after Hugh Hefner, who was educated at the Art Institute of Chicago, as well as Walt Disney. Apparently, it was Walt's wife who chose the name 'Mickey' for the infamous mouse. Walt wanted to call him a whacky name like Mortimer - all of us in the bus agreed it wouldn't have been the same!  

Chicagoans love their blues music - and the Irish! Yes, I detected a huge Irish influence - maybe it was because St. Patrick's Day was just over. Apparently, they dye their canal waters green each year. I read about all the many activities I just missed. It would have been so much fun to celebrate there. They have several fabulous Irish pubs and restaurants. We visited one near the hotel and it was dramatic, for want of a more descriptive word. Red velvet walls, high ceilings, chandeliers, golden lanterns, and shelves filled with auld Irish memorabilia. Kevin informed me there is a place that re-produces all these auld artifacts for pubs. They sure do an authentic job!

What I saw in Chicago was enough to entice me to make a return visit some time d.v.

Hugs and Kisses,

Polly P xxx


Thursday, March 19, 2015

ST. PATRICK'S DAY 2015





St. Patrick's day has always been a very special day for me. As a child, I can recall the daffodils in glorious bloom as we made our way to church, proudly wearing the St. Patrick's pin on my collar, and singing 'Hail Glorious St. Patrick dear saint of our Isle, on us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile'. We got the day off from school, which made it extra special, and it was the day I would celebrate my birthday (though my birthday is March 12th!) So yes, it is a day filled with many warm memories. That might explain why I go 'all out' on March 17th! In fact, I go krazee!!

Even though it was supposed to rain, it turned out to be a bright and beautiful sunny day. there is nothing to beat that fresh Spring sunshine! I got all dressed up in my cheeriest green, Lulu begged me not to put that silly old green hat on her, so I complied. Each year I do something different to celebrate the day. One year when the girls were little, I ended up bringing a few hundred green cup cakes to their school! It was to be for their 3 different classes, but when asking permission, the Headmistress thought I meant for the whole school - I could not disappoint her!! Awkward...

Another year, I made a big hearty Irish stew and brought it into the church to enjoy with fellow parishioners after the 12.00 mass. Fr. John went to his heels in it and loved it! This year was our 2nd annual 'Celtic Cougars' lunch for ladies of Irish heritage. The numbers are growing bigger each year! Prior to the lunch, I decided to do some charity work, since it is Lent. Dressed as I was in above picture, off I went in search of homeless street people. I gave them some money, and wished them a Happy St. Patrick's Day! They were speechless, but delighted and gave me the thumbs up!! Later I got a few cartons of green cup cakes and cookies, and delivered them down to my 'Bingo Buddies' at 'Our Place' homeless shelter, along with my empty cans. The joy I received from that, had me on a warm high for the rest of the day!

Lunch was lots of fun, as you can see from the photo. I raced into the office after the lunch to do some work, and collect Kevin, then back home to make the bacon and cabbage for supper - then off again for the Niche Travel Irish evening where I spoke to a group of ladies about Ireland; hoping to whet their appetite, and entice them to go on the September trip to Ireland!

A busy and happy day - I think I did my beloved St. Patrick proud!

Hugs,

Polly P xxx

Thursday, March 12, 2015

IF I SAY SO MYSELF - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

From: Dr. Seuss  (my favourite Pisces!)

To me!  ---   Ain't I a lucky gal!!


Today you are you!
That is truer than true.
There is no one alive
who is you-er than you!

Shout Aloud
"I am lucky to be what I am!"
Thank goodness
I'm not just a clam
or a ham,
or a dusty old jar
of sour gooseberry jam!

I am what I am!
That's a great thing to be!
If I say so myself,
Happy Birthday to me!

Thank you God for another day - another year -
another chance to begin life all over again!

Love,

Polly P xxx

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

WHEN GOD CLOSES ONE DOOR HE OPENS ANOTHER...

How true! One thing I have learned from my life is that God really does work in the most mysterious of ways. I'll admit, I don't always get it at the time, but later upon reflection, I begin to see the wisdom of his ways.

Pain inflicted upon us by others is like a death of sorts. First, there is anger, and non-acceptance of the pain we have to endure. We cry, and in so doing, cleanse our hearts from all bitterness. If we cry long and hard enough, we completely wash away all the pain from our system. Next, once we have rid ourselves of the pain, we replace the tears with prayer. It was God who said "Suffer little children to come unto me". By prayer, we grow in our own wisdom and understanding. We see the lesson God has wanted us to learn; people are frail, and evil exists.

The last stage is one of Peace and Acceptance. There is a death of sorts. We realize that a broken friendship is like a china cup with a chip - it will never be the same.

But with death comes re-birth and new life.

Because 'When God closes one door - He opens another'.

Hugs,

Polly P xxx

Friday, March 6, 2015

RUN LIKE ROCKY!

Yesterday, I paid a visit to my beloved chip trail for a breath of fresh air and some exercise. The sun was shining, all the Spring flowers had returned from their winter hibernation. The fields were a tapestry of beautiful colours, from the bright yellow daffodils to the alluring purple crocus. It was magical. The little ducks were back on the pond happy as Larry doing their thing and quack quacking for joy. All the sounds of nature was music to my ears. Spring had surely arrived.

The chip trail surrounds a golf course, and is about a good 40 mins. brisk walk, that's when I'm not stopping to chat to people! Today, I observed the way in which people were walking to make good use of their time. One lady was walking smartly holding a dumb bell in each hand to maximize her exercise. Wonder how they got the name 'dumb?' Next, I passed another very busy looking lady walking smartly with hiking poles in each hand. They look like long walking sticks. Apparently, they give you a good overall body workout.

Several people chose to run with their dogs, who were mighty fast by the way! But the funniest by far  had to be this young fellow who passed me out boxing with his fists!! He ran like Rocky but was boxing all the while - so funny to watch!

Whatever happened to good old fashioned walking? Is it a sign of our times that we have to be always manically using our time 'efficiently'. The world seems to be getting busier and busier..."What is this world if full of care...we have no time to stop and stare". Against that, people are living longer, so maybe all that auld sweaty exercise is a good thing!!

Have a great weekend and get out there - now - and make it Fast!

Hugs,

Polly P xxx