This morning being Sunday..shared with the fact that I had left my workout DVDs in the office over the weekend AND that I had a friend stay the night last night at my place, left me in a rather comfy spot in my bed this morning, sleeping in and dreaming all sorts of crazy things..
My question to you dear reader is this - what does it mean exactly when you dream of far off places that you have never been to?
Point in mind - this morning I was quite vividly and clearly dreaming about Moscow.
Why Moscow?
I know nothing about the place apart from a few historical facts that I may have come across during my schooling years.
I was clearly there though... exploring....searching...and knowing my way around...
Bizzar? Oh I do hope to be able to blog about my dreams more often... Bizzar is SUCH an understatement...
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Sunday, November 9, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Unofficial Panama Tourism Booster
Yep, that's me. In the past few years I have been bringing all sorts of crazy Canadian folk with me to experience the unique and lovable culture that Panama has to offer. It all started when I found myself living in Panama for months and learning that a Canadian girl was going to be moving there. As soon as she arrived I found myself eager to show her the ropes and introduce her to all the fascinating finds that I experienced when I first arrived.... alone and wide-eyed.
Low and behold... I had a nack for getting people excited about the Panamanian way.
Now this year alone, I been with my best friend in the entire world to Panama 2 or 3 times (losing count), I've brought my Marketing Assistant and fun buddy as well as another colleague from my office here in Canada. I've also had other people from Canada come visit me in Panama in years past. Each and every time that I bring someone to experience the culture and lifestyle of Panama with me, the feedback is only positive.
The week before last was my latest adventure to Panama with the company of one of my managers and this was the very first time ever that I observed the kind of response that he had given... To make a long story short, he nagged me on for not warning him that he should have his shots before going...
My word that never even dawned on me... but I suppose he has a point - there a lots and lots of holes in Panama.
LMAO
Low and behold... I had a nack for getting people excited about the Panamanian way.
Now this year alone, I been with my best friend in the entire world to Panama 2 or 3 times (losing count), I've brought my Marketing Assistant and fun buddy as well as another colleague from my office here in Canada. I've also had other people from Canada come visit me in Panama in years past. Each and every time that I bring someone to experience the culture and lifestyle of Panama with me, the feedback is only positive.
The week before last was my latest adventure to Panama with the company of one of my managers and this was the very first time ever that I observed the kind of response that he had given... To make a long story short, he nagged me on for not warning him that he should have his shots before going...
My word that never even dawned on me... but I suppose he has a point - there a lots and lots of holes in Panama.
LMAO
Sunday, October 19, 2008
A week to Remember - Crazier things have NOT happened
Blogging is trickier than I thought. I always have something to say and so you would think that I would have more entries, more frequently, right? Well it turns out that finding the time to do so is the tricky part. LOL
Anyway this week was a crazy one so I am forcing myself to sit down and blog.
Thanksgiving celebrations (which I chose not to take part in because Turkey won't do for my latest workout routines. hehehe), emotional mini-dramas (which I hate) and a whole lot of work are what took up most of my time this week but one event in particular takes the cake for weirdness.
Yes, perhaps you will need to go back a few words and read that last sentence again. Ok now that you've read it twice, be ready to let it sink in... this is no joke. One second this middle aged man was ok and the next he was not.
It was an average Tuesday morning. The weather is chilly in the mornings these days as it is approaching winter (sadly). I was standing at the streetcar stop on my way to work as I usually do and aside from having the Monday off, it was like any other Tuesday. A girl who is in my boot camp classes with me was also at the streetcar stop and we were chatting away about nothing much. The streetcar was a bit slow that morning and so quite a few people were beginning to accumulate at the stop.
When the streetcar finally arrived, I got in and sat close to the back door. The woman I was talking to sat in the seat in front of me and then I sat in the seat behind her, so we were both in isle seats. As I was chatting with her, I noticed the man who was sitting beside her (so one seat in front of me, against the window) looked like he took a deep breath and then went limp - like he went to sleep. I said to the woman sitting next to him, I said "poor old man I think he just fell asleep - he's gonna miss his stop."
That's when we noticed that he started twitching and every once in a while letting out a whispy gasp for air.
Well holy crap.
We jumped up and told the streetcar driver to stop the car (we werent even like 2 stops away from where we got on to be honest, it happened so fast). To make a long story short, the next few minutes were panicky for some of us - nobody but a woman with a baby strapped to her knew CPR or 1st Aid and made a heroic effort to help the man out. All I did was help her by holding her baby (and yes I am now looking into 1st aid CPR training classes...). By the time the ambulance and fire trucks arrived they had evacuated everyone from the streetcar and I was just there with the woman who turned out to be a nurse, talking with the ambulance people about what happened and what was done.
All I know is that the last I saw of the man, he was not an "alive" color...
So there you have it... the weirdness of all weirdness... who else can say that someone just dropped dead next to them like that on public transit?
Anyway this week was a crazy one so I am forcing myself to sit down and blog.
Thanksgiving celebrations (which I chose not to take part in because Turkey won't do for my latest workout routines. hehehe), emotional mini-dramas (which I hate) and a whole lot of work are what took up most of my time this week but one event in particular takes the cake for weirdness.
A man sitting next to me dropped dead.
Yes, perhaps you will need to go back a few words and read that last sentence again. Ok now that you've read it twice, be ready to let it sink in... this is no joke. One second this middle aged man was ok and the next he was not.
It was an average Tuesday morning. The weather is chilly in the mornings these days as it is approaching winter (sadly). I was standing at the streetcar stop on my way to work as I usually do and aside from having the Monday off, it was like any other Tuesday. A girl who is in my boot camp classes with me was also at the streetcar stop and we were chatting away about nothing much. The streetcar was a bit slow that morning and so quite a few people were beginning to accumulate at the stop.
When the streetcar finally arrived, I got in and sat close to the back door. The woman I was talking to sat in the seat in front of me and then I sat in the seat behind her, so we were both in isle seats. As I was chatting with her, I noticed the man who was sitting beside her (so one seat in front of me, against the window) looked like he took a deep breath and then went limp - like he went to sleep. I said to the woman sitting next to him, I said "poor old man I think he just fell asleep - he's gonna miss his stop."
That's when we noticed that he started twitching and every once in a while letting out a whispy gasp for air.
Well holy crap.
We jumped up and told the streetcar driver to stop the car (we werent even like 2 stops away from where we got on to be honest, it happened so fast). To make a long story short, the next few minutes were panicky for some of us - nobody but a woman with a baby strapped to her knew CPR or 1st Aid and made a heroic effort to help the man out. All I did was help her by holding her baby (and yes I am now looking into 1st aid CPR training classes...). By the time the ambulance and fire trucks arrived they had evacuated everyone from the streetcar and I was just there with the woman who turned out to be a nurse, talking with the ambulance people about what happened and what was done.
All I know is that the last I saw of the man, he was not an "alive" color...
So there you have it... the weirdness of all weirdness... who else can say that someone just dropped dead next to them like that on public transit?
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