Come fly with me (OR NOT).

“Bang!  Bang!  BANG!  Crash!  Splat.  Ouch!  OW!”  Don’t worry.  That’s just the sound of me knocking my head against the wall.   frequent flyerGo on, ask me why.  Just trying to use up some of my frequent flier miles, is all.  HA!!  It would probably be easier for me to call the White House and ask to speak to President Obama.  And I know you feel my pain.

Not too sure anyone likes any airline’s loyalty (frequent flier) program, but I think you’d be hard pressed to find an unhappier group than Aeroplan members.  When it first started up, years ago, it belonged to Air Canada.  Then it split off and became a separate entity, although it’s still for passengers who fly Air Canada and its partner airlines.   Frankly I’ve never understood this whole Continue reading

Well, they say it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind …

If I didn’t know better I’d say someone stole my brain while I was sleeping. Hell, who knows. Maybe it did happen. Something’s up, that’s for sure. Has been heartfor a while, only I’ve just really become aware of it.

Kinda crept up on me, slowly. And it’s confusing the hell out of me, if you want to know.

When I look in the mirror it looks like me, but I don’t know, in some respects it sure doesn’t feel like me. Here’s the thing:

For as far back as I can remember myself — and trust me — it’s far, far, far back — I’ve been a city girl. I didn’t even know what suburbs were and I didn’t like ’em. All I knew was, sprawling ranch bungalows and big backyards and rock gardens and the sound of crickets and peace and quiet didn’t float my boat one bit.

It was always the city I craved. The more congested, the more traffic, the taller the buildings, the noisier — the more I liked it. My whole ‘being’ has always responded to the pulse, to the beat. It’s always made me feel ‘alive’. It’s always inspired me.

Gas fumes never bothered me. Neither did traffic, as long as I wasn’t stuck in it, behind the wheel of a car. I could sit in

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