If all it takes are sad eyes, a quirky expression, and a wet nose to melt the hearts of animal lovers. Then why not apply that same ad to my job hunting. What have I got to lose? Well, here goes nothing.
Attention potential future parents (a.k.a. potential employers). Female Golden Retriever (I mean writer), whose absence from the dog park (I believe that's work force in human terms) tending to family obligations, but is back and better than ever. She's well behaved, housebroken (that goes for offices too), and graduated top dog in her obedience class (Journalism that is - yup, this puppy can write!) and she's got a lovely disposition.
This long brown-haired (yet, hypo-allergenic) girl is approximately 6 years-old (in pooch years that is) but has plenty of spunk left in her, is well adjusted, professional (there goes those people words again), and has an outgoing personality. Oh and she's up-to-date on all shots too!
She gets along well with others (of the 2 and 4 legged kind) which includes cats and small children (and big kids at heart). Goldie is willing to be re-trained (as the new canine on the block), and does not suffer from any separation anxiety. Yes, our girl can be left alone for long periods of time without supervision and you'll still find your home (or office) looking spotless. But she also works well with others too. And won't object to a good pat on the back from time to time for a job well done. She promises not to jump up on the furniture either.
The barking is minimal to none, but will only when necessary. She does well in a home (and office) environment, loves to go for long walks (sans leash of course) but does not like crates. Hey, you wouldn't want a crate either!
So if you're looking for a sweet, energetic and talented pup. Who would be a welcome addition to any home (and office), then look no further. Here's your girl! And as an added bonus we'll waive the adoption fee (just this once). Now that's an offer you can't refuse!
*Insert sad puppy dog eyes here*
Well, is it working yet? If this ad has peeked your interest (or if you have any further questions) don't hesitate to post a comment below or in the chat box to the right of your screen. I just want to go home! (and get to work!) Thanks!
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
"WILLIE'S PREDICTION: EARLY SPRING!"
Although it may appear bleak for Torontonians looking out their windows this morning. Things are about to look up in the not too distant future. Our resident, furry, albino rodent, Wiarton Willie (with the help of this monster winter storm), didn't see his shadow.
So there you have it, something to smile about when you're knee deep in snow, waiting for your flight to be rescheduled, or doing 10km an hour behind a snow plow on your way to work. It even makes frigid temperatures and salt stained pants bearable. Yes folks, things are definitely looking up! Read more on this article...
So there you have it, something to smile about when you're knee deep in snow, waiting for your flight to be rescheduled, or doing 10km an hour behind a snow plow on your way to work. It even makes frigid temperatures and salt stained pants bearable. Yes folks, things are definitely looking up! Read more on this article...
Thursday, January 27, 2011
"IN MEMORIUM: MOM, A ROSE LIKE NO OTHER"
Tiny droplets of water fill my lower lid. The view before me has become blurry and distorted as darkened silhouettes fill the room making it appear unfamiliar to me, but it shouldn't. This is my home. A place where I spent my childhood and now all the joy and happiness it gave me all those years had disappeared in an instant.
Finally, as if teetering on the edge of a steep cliff a tear breaks free making its way down my face leaving a narrow stream of glistening water in its path leading directly to my lips. The saltiness absorbed by my taste buds as my tongue wipes the traces of it away never to be seen again. Another tear barrels down my face taking another path unlike the previous one. It lands on my favourite black turtleneck erasing all evidence of what bears in the heart. The sorrow, shock and anger has consumed every inch of me that I sit in disbelief at this sudden turn of life changing events.
In December 2009, I suffered an enormous loss. My dear mother, Rose, whom was my rock, my best friend and my partner in crime, passed away suddenly and I have been grieving ever since. Scenes like the one above are none too familiar to me since crying had become a pastime. I couldn't go through a day without shedding a tear the last year. The fear of being alone in a big empty house scared the life out of me. We'd lost my dad in March of 2005 to cancer and now this. I was still grieving his loss and now hers? I felt a constant numbness, confusion and above all abandonment. How could she do this to me? How could they do this to me?
Grief is a very complex thing and it affects people in different ways. It has a way of consuming you if you're not careful. Many a time it brought me to a dark place especially in the first few months after her death. Luckily, I had a great support system with family, friends and my significant other whom I am so blessed to have in my life that lifted my spirits and made me feel whole again.
Now, a year later and I've slowly been picking up the pieces. I've had time to process everything and adjust to this new life without my mom (and dad). I miss her (them) dearly and think fondly about the memories that we made together. I haven't written a word in a year until now. I felt I couldn't express how I was feeling because as a writer it would make me vulnerable to my readers. Imagine that? In my heart, I know it is time to move on and continue on my own journey and make my own path in life a special one. As mom once said, "it's your time to shine." And shine I will. There are far too many stories to tell and I've only just begun to tell mine. Read more on this article...
Finally, as if teetering on the edge of a steep cliff a tear breaks free making its way down my face leaving a narrow stream of glistening water in its path leading directly to my lips. The saltiness absorbed by my taste buds as my tongue wipes the traces of it away never to be seen again. Another tear barrels down my face taking another path unlike the previous one. It lands on my favourite black turtleneck erasing all evidence of what bears in the heart. The sorrow, shock and anger has consumed every inch of me that I sit in disbelief at this sudden turn of life changing events.
In December 2009, I suffered an enormous loss. My dear mother, Rose, whom was my rock, my best friend and my partner in crime, passed away suddenly and I have been grieving ever since. Scenes like the one above are none too familiar to me since crying had become a pastime. I couldn't go through a day without shedding a tear the last year. The fear of being alone in a big empty house scared the life out of me. We'd lost my dad in March of 2005 to cancer and now this. I was still grieving his loss and now hers? I felt a constant numbness, confusion and above all abandonment. How could she do this to me? How could they do this to me?
Grief is a very complex thing and it affects people in different ways. It has a way of consuming you if you're not careful. Many a time it brought me to a dark place especially in the first few months after her death. Luckily, I had a great support system with family, friends and my significant other whom I am so blessed to have in my life that lifted my spirits and made me feel whole again.
Now, a year later and I've slowly been picking up the pieces. I've had time to process everything and adjust to this new life without my mom (and dad). I miss her (them) dearly and think fondly about the memories that we made together. I haven't written a word in a year until now. I felt I couldn't express how I was feeling because as a writer it would make me vulnerable to my readers. Imagine that? In my heart, I know it is time to move on and continue on my own journey and make my own path in life a special one. As mom once said, "it's your time to shine." And shine I will. There are far too many stories to tell and I've only just begun to tell mine. Read more on this article...
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