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You Had Me At Cake… are capable of greatness, but too often it’s just us saying we’re great. With all reverence, I’ll paraphrase the magnificent R.E.M.: In the eye of a hurricane, feeling your insides churning as you hear the pain. Bored of people only mis-serving, wanting to believe, can’t perceive their own needs.

Change the world, stop being fed up, instead follow through and follow-up.
Shriek after shriek, holler after holler, anyone will do anything to worship at the dollar, Bumbling, stumbling, perfectly baffled, trumped…
Tethered, biased on all sides, “winning” in a tournament of lies; chopped, cropped, plopped in front of another scream, another screen…
Another moment too obscene. Vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light. Feel like turning it all off and only watching Psych (you know that’s right)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (had some time alone). It’s the end of the world as we know it (in a media cone). It’s once again the end of the world as we know it…and I feel behind.

It’s been a stuffy, screeching, spooky, sweltering summer abundant with the bafflings of humanity and nature alike. Here I am, an oldening woman who blogs alone in a skiff in the Blog Stream trying to find the ‘best words’ and had gone sixty odd days now without blogging a post. Whether I shall turn out to be the heroine of my own life, or whether that prodigious station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a blogger, despite being in a break, cannot in good conscience ignore her blog birthday, a wonderful opportunity to thank her dear readers, who stick with her through ups and downs and even the not hanging around. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely (ok, Summer 2013) – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on TV, I thought to blog about a little and see the bloggery part of the world.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. At any given time it can seem like the worst of times, but is it? There’s no world war. No Inquisition. No Ice Age. No plague. No killer bees. No asteroids hurdling toward the Earth (no worries, Bruce Willis will save us anyway).

No hoards, Attila the Hun, saber tooth tigers, or Genghis Khan. No cannibal galaxies hungering for galactic flesh (not to be confused with cannabis galaxies hungering for galactic munchies). No cat overlords, er, well, maybe a few cat overlords. No alien invaders (although there is that signal from HD164595, no worries, Will Smith will save us).

Last I checked, no zombie apocalypse, unless you count the overabundance of movies/TV shows about zombies and of course, smartphone users.

That’s not to say everything is wonderful. How could we not have problems? Over seven billion humans trying to coexist with each other, as well as animals, insects, fish, birds, and of course, Bigfoot, The Loch Ness Monster (Hi Nessie!), Yeti, elves, golems, El Chupacabra, dragons, Kala Bandar, vampires, werewolves, and all manner of magical beasts.

I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I struggle with first impressions. My instincts, often right, are second, third and fiftieth guessed. As I get older, I’m trying to listen to those first instincts; Maya Angelou was so right, “When someone shows you who they are believe them; the first time.”

It’s sooooo easy to sit around a kitchen, coffee shop, newsroom, living-room, bar, boardroom, online and fix all the world’s problems, but as Edward R. Murrow warned us: “Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn’t mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.”

Cooking competitions, game shows, reality shows, sports – all answers are easy unless you’re actually doing it.

Lies are seductive, there’s no need to prove them, they just float out there in our new Fact-Free World. WTF (What The Fact).

Options? Just believe what we want to believe because we like who says it or how they say it. Forget the facts, it’s all about the feels. We feel like something is true, so now it is. I feel like I’m watching The Blair Witch Project instead of an election and as we know, what we feel is more important than the facts.

The biggest feels, fear…but if Star Wars and Yoda have taught us anything, it’s this, “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

And it’s been announced Trump is going to write, direct, and star in the next Star Wars film, Star Wars VIII: Make The Empire Great Again.

Oh la la Politics and the Public, seems like a Bad Romance. Elections, like watching children scuffle over a toy in a sandbox, caring less about the toy itself, but the prize of winning it. Divisive politics, like passing gas, it sure feels good, a relief to get it out there. Then what? The stench, the disgust of others…Passing gas is a necessity of life, although the reasons for more gas can be avoided.

I don’t like gossip, rumour, innuendo, speculation, tittle-tattle, lies, hyberbole. I like facts. I miss when the news was news, actual facts and events, not just guesses, conjecture, speculation, and supposition. Taglines, soundbites, and slogans – more important than substance, service, and civility; mocking has become an acceptable form of communication…
Blindly following anyone or anything, without questioning, doubting, challenging, like it or not, no matter what you call it, you’re in a cult…or a mob…or a joke.

When I paused my blogging I felt so far behind I didn’t even know who shot J.R…yes, that far behind!
Now I feel a little better, more caught up.
I’ve been writing a book, well, an outline and a chapter.
I’ve been reading. Resting. Visiting. Appointmenting. Decompressing. Researching. Regenerating.

Sadly, I was viciously attacked by migraines, but some downtime hooked up to an IV gave me time for deep thought…just kidding, I was thinking the doctor, McDreamy might fall in love with me, Grey’s Anatomy style (preferably with less whining). Also thinking a hospital would be a bad place to be during a zombie outbreak, but with a lot of potential weapons. I also wrote this post in my head, so it might be a bit scatty. Revisiting aspects of my life, including my wardrobe, still going for comfortable, but maybe hobochic. What do you think, dear readers?
What else have I been up to? Planning. Playing. Re-watching a few things, the newer Battlestar Galactica (So Say We All) and Warehouse 13  – thank you dear Teagan for making me want to revisit The Warehouse; I’m always happy there. It reminds me that the biggest adventure, is life itself, and that the spirit of The Warehouse is inside us all, the spirit of endless wonder.

I even know who Gossip Girl is (I’ll never tell xo xo). Caught up on John Oliver back despite popular demand, funny and truth, can’t get enough of that. Almost lapsed into a cheesy made-for-TV movie coma with never-to-be classics such as but not limited to: TV adaptations of Joanne Fluke’s Hannah Swensen murder mysteries Murder, She Baked (where ex-soap stars drop by for a cookie break; Cookie Monster should make a guest appearance!).

 It seems the reports of my blogdeath have been greatly exaggerated but despite all these words, I still don’t know if I have the best words. What do I know? I know I was sad to hear about the passing of Gene Wilder. The first thing I thought was, “Put… the…candle…back!” Thank you, Mr. Wilder, for the joy, you’ll keep us laughing for years to come.
I know my heart was heavy and uplifted as The Tragically Hip sang a very public goodbye, a final gift of music to everyone they love: fans, band members, family, friends, hometown of Kingston, Ontario and Canada…I alternated between singing and crying, sometimes both at the same time.
I know I’m thankful to everyone who continues to support my blog – my wonderful readers, fellow bloggers, also, the lovely ladies at #BloggersPitStop for all the support. I know I’m grateful you could stop by for my belated blog birthday bash. Enjoy the party games – watch out, you don’t know what will be pinned where these days!!! Enjoy the virtual cake (as always, you have me at cake) – even chocolate has no calories!

Feel free to visit, we’ll pretend we’re under the sea in an octopus’s garden – that’s where I’d like to be, under the sea, in an octopus’s garden in the shade.

So maybe the best words are…please, be kind, what the hell do you have to lose?



Very me

272 thoughts on “You Had Me At Cake…

    1. Love the ladies at #BloggersPitStop – they are always there for bloggers and their parties are a blogging goldmine, a perfect way to find other bloggers. Glad we could find each other in this giant virtual haystack, hope this week is treating you well. 🙂


  1. Well a belated Happy Birthday to you and this fabulous blog of yours. You inspire me, make me laugh, make me think and mold sentences like no other! Genius! M’wah to you, and cake too! #FridayFrivolity


  2. Happy (VERY) belated birthday! I wish I had seen this sooner…it’s perfect!

    Don’t worry; I won’t be one of those frightened ‘muricans heading for the borders of “The Great White North,” LOL – me, I watch the political scene like the gawd-awful train-wreck that it is, munching popcorn as if I were watching “Freddy vs. Jason!”

    I already know who I’m going to vote for…it’s no contest for me, and has been so from the beginning. Anyone who claims to trust any politician is lying to themselves! I don’t care if I want to have a beer with the next leader of this nation – I want a leader who will lead…not a narcissistic, sociopathic, racist, misogynist, baby-handed, self-absorbed bully with the vocabulary and temperament of a spoiled-rotten 5-year-old!

    If, the gods and goddesses forbid, that insanity reigns supreme in 30 days, this is the song I will sing to my fellow countrymen and women as they flee from what they created and ignored. Me, my conscience is, and will be clear…I was never part of the problem, I can safely say.


    1. Thank you. Yes, it feels like rubbernecking, doesn’t it, I want to turn away, but there it is again.
      And what an apt description of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, er, I mean, Trump. 😉
      Stay strong, hopefully it’s almost over, I said hopefully. 😉
      And hope this week treats you well, if you get earplugs. Sigh.

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    1. One) Thank you kindly! 🙂
      Two) I don’t know, but I’m glad I do, even if I am sometimes slow getting back to all you lovely folks…I’m working on it. 😉
      Three) Hope this week is treating you well, I can’t wait for the second part of ‘Murdoch Mysteries’, I know you feel the same! 🙂


    1. Wow, Ian, what a lovely welcome back gift! I’m pleased to be back and barring any unforeseen circumstances (just waiting for yet another shoe to drop, hopefully not a whole closet full of them this time) I hope to stay. Thank you for reblogging this, much appreciated. I hope you have been well and happy, wishing for a wonderful combination of both for us, my friend. Best wishes and hugs xoxo


  3. I’m reading this article on May 5, 2017, as I found it on The Blogger’s Pit Stop today. I’m so glad you got back in the harness and continued blogging after last summer’s hiatus. I enjoy your articles. Have a great weekend.


  4. HI Donna,
    I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while. Hope you are well.
    I met a friend through you. You tweeted about a blog party I attended. The host (David? Chape?) followed me and we became friendly. Thank you!
    Thanks for bringing your post to last week’s Blogger’s Pit Stop.
    Janice, Pit Stop Crew


    1. I’ve been busy, Janice, but not in a bad way. My last post was about a week ago – I’m going to play catch up on blog parties this weekend, already made one Pit Stop at #BloggersPitStop and I’m going back, following at Yellow Brick Blogger Road.
      I’m so glad, it’s wonderful when we can find each other in this giant virtual haystack.
      Hope this weekend treats you kindly. xox

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    1. I’m still giggling at the cat meme, too funny.
      Thank you so much for adding me to your cool list (I’m in awesome company); you’re too kind (please continue). 😉
      Hope the week ahead treats you very, very well. 🙂


  5. You are always welcome at The Blogger’s Pit Stop – I love your posts and always get a laugh. Hoping all is well and thanks for the mention of Bloggers Pit Stop in your post! Debbie from the Deb’s World


    1. It’s such a joy to visit, finding old friends and new…my only complaint, I find such amazing recipes, my waist is groaning, but hey, why listen to it, that’s a waste/waist of time. 😉
      Can’t wait for the #102 #BloggersPitStop and hope the week treats you kindly until then, Debbie. 🙂

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  6. Almost 5 years now! Where does the time go?! These are strange times, where (among other things) “mocking has become an acceptable form of communication.” And, yes, “So maybe the best words are…please, be kind, what the hell do you have to lose?” Those are my takeaways from this delightful post, Donna!


    1. Thank you so much, Ian, I’m behind on my comments, but my sentiment remains the same, I am very grateful so this reblog and your kindness. I hope this weekend is treating you well so far. Any ideas for a new title for my bio? 😉
      Best wishes today and every single day. xox


    1. Thank you so much for your kindness, Ian, I appreciate the reblog. Leave it to you to do good for others while having difficulties. I hope things get less blocked and much better. xox


    1. Thank you kindly, Ian for the reblog and the support, as usual, WordPress messed up and few people saw this post, most had to find it (or not) through social media. But I always appreciate when you drop by to say Hi. 🙂 Hope this week is being good to you and the weekend is one of laughter and joy. 🙂 Thank you again and again. 🙂


    1. Thank you kindly, Ian, I don’t know if you’re getting these comments, sometimes WordPress plays tricks (no treats) and says No!
      Hope this finds you safe and sound. Thank you for the lovely reblog! How delightful!
      Stay safe. Stay connected. 🙂
      Big non-contagious hugs xoxo


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