I’ve been thinking lately about ships. For those of you who know me you know I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with the high seas. Love the lifestyle, hate the passengers (most of them anyway). But I’ve been landlocked now for 7 months & I have to admit, though a year ago I didn’t think it possible, I really miss it.

I didn’t leave ships because I hated it. I left because I had a lot of personal burdens, things I needed to face, things I needed time to deal with. And as you know personal time is the one thing you don’t have on a ship. I was so unhappy my last year on ships. But it really wasn’t the job or the lifestyle that was making me miserable (though I may have blamed them at the time), it was the mess I had spinning around in my head. But now that I’ve made a little peace, with myself, the thought of going back just doesn’t seem that crazy. It almost seems right. I’m not saying I will go back, I’m just saying I’m weighing my options. And its nice to have options. So if I do decide to go back don’t think I’ve gone insane or that I must be desperate to get away. If I do go back it’ll be because I want to.

For right now though, I’ve resigned myself to surviving a Canadian winter (-38 degrees Celsius..you’ve got to be kidding me). Why does anyone live here? I know its very pretty but pretty doesn’t keep the icicles off my ass.

Icicles aside, Christmas is fast approaching. And I’m looking forward to celebrating here at home. With snowmen & ginger bread. With family & friends( even if they are not as close as I’d like them to be, it bets being countries apart).

The decision as to what I’ll do when I leave Banff, if I leave Banff, can wait for now. Right now all I want to do is learn to snowboard, go ice skating & sing some carols (in the shower of course, I’m not that cruel).

Was this look ever hot? Really??? You’re shitting me. Because I’m torn. Part of me is thoroughly amused, in that, I must look away but it’s so damn funny, kinda way & another part of me feels like my skin is going to crawl off my skeleton & hide, somewhere far away from this.

What if I told you this picture is like a week old & this guy thinks he’s the shit?

Excuse me I have to go find my skin.

You know sometimes I think about getting older & I get a little blue. It actually makes me sad to think that I will never be a teenager again. That those wonder days are lost to me forever. And then I see a photo like this & I think “Thank Fucking God I am not a teenager any more!” 30! Bring it! Because teenagers are idiots! And you just know that somewhere there’s a father saying, “Now dear, calm down, I know their a little late but its not like their passed out on the side of the road somewhere covered in their own piss & vomit. I’m sure everything is fine.”

www.postsecret.com Awesome idea, I wish I had thought of it. Some of these post cards are funny, others are heartbreaking. But they are all so truthful.
If art is suppose to reveal the human condition, then this site is the Louvre.