Monday, March 5

Glasses..Yet Again!

Sigh...I had eye surgery a few years ago. They told me that there was a chance that my eyes would go back to how they were before and that I would need to wear glasses again. I have fought it tooth and nail for the last 7 months but I keep getting closer and closer to the computer screen at work. Its getting so bad that the other texters and hosts make fun of me at how big I make the font that I had to just finally go and get my eyes checked. Sure enough they have not only returned to how bad they were before, they are worse. So I have returned to being a glasses wearing lady. The doctor I went and saw had these cool glasses for me to try during my exam, I wanted them really bad, but he said no. 








So I ended up with these Librarian-esk ones. Perhaps not super fun to be back to glasses, but O.M.HECK is it ever nice to be writing this blog tonight whilst sitting straight up and not needing to make the font the size of the mouse.
Fingers crossed there is a guy out there that digs librarian style.

Today:

I am grateful for home made scones.

I am grateful for eyesight, crisp and clear vision!

I am grateful for a lovely afternoon with Nora. She is such a fun girl.

J   

A Cup With My Name On It.

When I was growing up I hated my name. I really did. Joelle was the name of a woman my mother met while she was in London England after she graduated high school. She was getting her English riding instructors diploma and one of the other women/girls there who (as the story goes) was a beautiful English rider. So years later when  Julie found herself in the mothering way, decided to name her first daughter (me if you are not following well) Joelle..

The story is great but when push comes to shove, in a small farming community in southern Alberta Joelle is not one of the names people in China think of when making over priced combs, tooth brushes, mugs, key chains or anything else worth plastering a name on to sell things. I would always look when we went places like Callaway park or the Banff trading post, but with no success.

The closest I could come to was Joe, but it did not feel the same.

Well, a few years later I have stumbled a few things that do have my name on them ..... These pictures were taken by 3 different people who then promptly e-mailed them to me.




I'll take these over key chains any day!

Today:

I am grateful for digital con-souls in cars and trucks! 

I am grateful for my friends. Its a simple statement, but the emotions I feel today are quite the opposite.

I am grateful for sleep.

I am grateful for self restraint.

J