First Post, Across the Universe.

I have to share this story because it really touched me. In early fall of 2008 I was walking home from class for my lunch break. And as fate may have it, my timing lead me to meet this man in a wheelchair. As our paths began to cross I could see the trouble he was having moving along. Afraid to offer help incase it was an insult, I chose to say hello, and we stopped to talk.

A short while ago he took a stroke. Dr's said he wouldn't have movement in his right side again. That his face would drop and that he would be confined to a wheel chair. He threw a radio at them and said "Don't dare tell me what I cant do!" With that he took it upon himself to research everything he could on strokes. He started chewing gum and finally gained proper muscle control in his face again. He is able to sit up and has movement in his left leg. He said "By the Jesus next spring I'll be taking my wife to the dance and we'll boogie all night."

His spirit and inner fight reminded me that even when others do not believe you can get better, or when you're body is limiting you from living the daily life you were once accustom too, does not mean you can't prevail. We promised each other that in a few months he'll be walking down the street and that's how we will meet again.

The strange part about this story that still gives me the chills is that this man lives in an apartment complex that I can see from my bedroom window. I since started walking the exact same route in case we meet again. I have yet to see him. Have yet to be able to thank him for the words of inspiration he shared with me that day.

So thank you universe. Thank you kind random man. I believe in you. And I believe in me.
Until we meet again, may the fight continue!


So there you have it my basket of mental apples. My first post. It may sound similar to that of aerosol cheese spray, but too bad. The warm fuzzy feeling is almost as tasty as the cheese factor.

You're first look into the tangled thoughts of Sadie2B

~Namaste~

Celebrity Crushes.

SO. i know you all have your celebrity crushes, Brad Bitt, George Clooney, Angelina Jolie, and especially Robert Pattinson. But for some reason i find myself absolutely adoring possibly the worst person on tv.

Gordon Ramsay. He is rude, mean, and swears with the worst of them, but when you watch him when he is not in the kitchen you can do nothing but like him! He is old, I know, but there are such things as good looking old guys. He doesn't have a great body, but if i could cook like that i wouldn't either. He makes grown men cry, and womens knees buckle.

I have been watches his shows for a while now, and i am slowly picking up all the horrible things he is saying, like calling people "donkeys" and " doughnuts", wayyy too much swearing. my mom's ears would be bleeding. 

If i had a chance to star on his show i would do it just because a compliment from him would make me feel like a million bucks. 

so, yeah, celebrity crushes, mine might be weird but at least i am not ashamed to admit it.

Here are some quotes, and if you watch you will know the type of  people chef has to deal with, certainly not the smartest people on the planet. 

"If you saute scallops in a non-stick pan, they won't stick. Thats why its called F**KING NON-STIIIIICK!!!!! I don't know what non-stick means in Texas sweetheart but... f**kkkk me!"

I will not scream, I will not swear. Oh, come on. Who am I trying to kid here?

CUSTOMER: "Mr. Chef, you hurt my friend's feelings.."
GORDON: "Really, did I? Well can you tell her I meant it? Jean Phillipe, can you please escort these ladies back to plastic surgery"

  

like i said, strangely good-looking, right?! 

An Irish Wedding

My other half and I have decided to tie-the-knot. And sense the term "tie-the-knot" comes from Ireland, as do my family, we have decided to have the wedding there. 

First, people ask "why?", and i have to bite my tongue so I don't say a response like "because i am not getting married in Port-Aux-Basque". No offense to P.A.B but there must be something in the water there that makes people think it is the center of the world and the best place on earth, while I do not agree. Since we live in Alberta, and travelling to Newfoundland is a pretty penny, it costs the exact amount to go to Ireland. So instead of getting my family to fly here, we decided that everyone should fly to Ireland. Another thing I hear too much is "Ireland looks just like Newfoundland"... These people are those who have been smoking those Newfoundland drugs wayyy too long.

     

Can you find something like that in Newfoundland? No. Didn't think so. The closest thing to a castle there is Signal Hill, and while it may look pretty, I don't want to get married in wind and fog with a bunch of tourists around.

Second question is usually when, and its 13 months away, plenty of time to give people notice, but apparently is "come home year" in P.A.B, and its suppose to be some big deal i think, even though everyone goes home every year, and A-1 liquidation still has t-shirts left over from 2 years ago. So now I am going to have to listen to people complain about it, first they were pissed because we didn't invite them, now they're pissed because of the date. Someone shoot me.

This is going to be beautiful, and those who want to be there will be, those I want there, will be. If some town, and fog, and a boat on land is more important, than so be it. 

Sketchy Sista

So - Sis and I have always been a creative duo - musical, paint, poetry, creative writing, sketching, jewelery making, sculptures etc etc.

Sis, is a master with a stick of charcole - I mean - give her a burnt peice of wood and a flat surface and she can make it into a masterpiece Across the Universe Style.

I have posted this widget for you to see for yourselves :)

I am so proud of her - at least she has the sense to make money from her talent - unlike my less intelligent romantic way of giving the stuff away :p.

Sound and Awe

So - as I am listening to U2's "Original of the Species", I find myself completely astounded with the talent of songwriters.

I mean - really, it is a talent that is to be reckoned with.
The ability to think up and create music - and not only that - but to find the perfect words to accompany said music. And not only have them be perfect for you - but for thousands/millions of people who adopt your words as a description of themselves and their feelings.
To think and feel in notes! I mean - what must that be like?
To combine sounds and rhythms that are unique and identify you and what you want to express to the world!
Simply awe inspiring.
I am sure I am not the first - nor will be the last to be inspired by the sounds of U2....but I do think it is harder to find music that impacts and impresses theses days.
Especially since every second song on the radio is a remake/remix/sloppy sample of songs from our past. Africa, Sha-na-na-na, Blue da-ba-de, Spin Me Right Round, the one by Phil Collins, David Bowie's Space Oddity, and Major Tom - the list goes on and on. Britney Spears can't sing a single song with out saying Oh Baby Baby - which, correct me if I am wrong, is the muttering that launched her onto the tarmac 10 years ago (someone should tell HER about the 20 year rule).
I mean - I know in fashion they say that trends and items rotate around every 20 years - but that should not apply for music.
I am all about vintage - but when you are struggling to hear one unique sound - one unique lyric - one unique presence - it is saddening.
But - back to the positives - bands like Newfoundlands own Hey Rosetta! are still doing their own thing - and we still have artists like Dave Matthews Band and Neil Young releasing new albums for us to enjoy.
And I am still holding out hope for this generation of radio listeners that something worthwhile comes their way!

My Horizontal Life; A Collection of One-Night Stands

No, I am not talking about myself - sorry to disappoint you.
I am talking about Chelsea Handler's book of the "one nighter" type experiences.
The first book I have read in under 2 days in a long time, it caught my attention mostly because it was not what I thought it was going to be.
In a writing of accounts that reminded me of Tucker Max, I was regaled with experiences of stained panties (a word Chelsea hates because it sounds like a word a pedophile would say), midgets (as she likes to call nuggets), people of different origin and race, and every profession imaginable. Chelsea painted the hilarity of a situation that a chick can get herself into with a healthy sex drive and some beverages.
Being fueled by alcohol, admitted shallowness and an odd gaggle of friends of the same lifestyle, Chelsea finds herself time and time again in a situation that lowers the bar of "hit-bottom" and surprises even herself each and every time.
But, there is no remorse, felt by her OR anyone reading this book. All that can be done is to laugh.
This is definitely a book that I would recommend to any chick just looking for a light-hearted read about Girls Behaving Badly (the name of one of the shows Chelsea was a star on). If nothing else it will make you feel a little better about some of your own life choice - depending of course - and if it doesn't maybe you should write a book of your own :oS.