I’m Not Prejudiced – Or Am I??

Prejudice defined in dictionary.com

  • an unfavorable opinion or feeling formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought or reason.
  • Any preconceived opinion or feeling, either favorable or unfavorable

I am sure many readers,  (including me) think the word is talking about other people.  I embrace all races, religions, sexual lifestyles and the economically disadvantaged. I am not prejudiced.

But really, think about it!  Think about people you meet, well… not really meet, at a dinner party, don’t you make snap judgments from across the room??

Walking through the mall, don’t you think negative or positive things about the people you pass, judgments about their lifestyle, based solely on a two second view of them in transit?

True confession time, I make am prejudiced.  I do hold (undoubtedly unfounded) stereotypes to be fact. I am not proud of them, but I think you have to face it, to combat it !

Ageism – I often make generalizations about the current young generation.  I also make generalizations about their parents and parenting styles (both ridiculous since those groups include my children and my parenting style)

Size – I don’t have a reaction to the regular size 12 or 14 females or the guy who is an XL, but I do make snap judgments about obese people. Not fair, I don’t know their story or genetics.

Money – But not how you think, I make judgments about people with great wealth.  Different thoughts – misuse, didn’t deserve it , blah blah blah, all stemming from jealousy, no doubt.

Education – I think people with higher education are superior, not sure, I suppose that was drilled in my head my whole life from every direction. Truth is, some very educated people are asses and some very uneducated people are incredibly wise and kind.


So there it is, my list.  I am sure I have forgotten some, but the point is admission is half the battle.

There is no denying it, we life in a world that judges.  Although we can’t stamp out prejudice, we can be accountable for our own actions and reactions. The next time I make a generalization or an uninformed snap judgement, I will stop myself and reconsider.  No group is “all”. People are individuals behind their exterior.


Gotta Love Business Trips – Staycation Heaven

A business trip is a wonderful thing. I don’t mean me taking a business trip, I mean me staying home alone while my hubby goes on a business trip. Every time my husband has to leave for a few days,  I get that Risky Business, home alone, yippee, kind of feeling.  It may sound terrible, but I do rather like it when my husband leaves town for a few days.  Really, I love him to pieces but there is something liberating about two or three days alone.  I live it up, in my own silly ways.


My list of guilty pleasures.

lucky charms

1) Eat garbage (Lucky Charms, toast and Kraft dinner…. and lots of chocolate).  I don’t bother making any actual meals in those few days.

2) Sleep In guilt free

3) Read until I am too tired to keep my eyes open any longer. This is usually four or five hours after my “normal” bedtime.

4) Spa “sort of” treatments.  Long hot baths, painting of fingernails, facial and a proper leg shaving

5) Watching subtitled movies. My husband and I have pretty much the same taste in movies, except he is not a big fan of subtitles. So this is my chance to enjoy them un-apologetically.

6) Waste time. Somehow I feel this is my free time, no accountability (not that I ever have to account for how I spend my time, that is an obligation I put on myself) But when hubby is out of town I feel I have a “free  pass” to research trips, read blogs for hours, take naps or do whatever my heart desires.



This would definitely not be the way to live for an extended period of time. But for a few days it really is a revuvinating staycation, without leaving home. How about you, what do you do (or would you do)  when you get the house to yourself, away from your family for a few days?



Oh My Sweet Butter Tarts

A few weeks ago I had a yearning for butter tarts. I have always loved butter tarts, ever since I made my first homemade ones in Junior Rangers in the wilderness of Northern Ontario. I don’t eat them often but for some strange reason, I just had an incredible craving. But given the fact that I am trying to be health conscious and butter tarts have about 350 calories packed within each fluffy crust, I resisted.

You might say that one butter tart now and then won’t hurt me, and you’re right. But if I made a batch of scrumptious butter tarts, even a tiny batch of 12, yours truly, is going to eat 10 of them. That is just the way it is. I AM A SUGAR ADDICT. There is no stopping at one.

So for a long time I held my craving at bay. I ate a few squares of chocolate daily, to feed the insatiable sugar monster within. But the thought of butter tarts continued to nag me.

I made these blueberry tarts when my daughter was home so she could help me eat them. (She doesn’t like butter tarts). No go, I ate a bunch of them, but that butter tart desire didn’t subside. Hmmmm

Yesterday, I couldn’t take it anymore. It seems the more you deprive yourself of something, the more you want it. So I baked butter tarts. Yeah!! The raisins, the pecans, the thick sweet syrupy sugar, it was all so worth it.

I’ve only eaten six so far. Just a minute……. make that seven. Oh well, when they’re gone, they’re gone.

What about you? What do you sometimes get a crazy craving for??

Daily Post: Miss Twiggley’s Tree

Daily Prompt, what was your favorite bedtime story and did it influence who you are today?

I loved the daily prompt today. It reminded me of a book I loved as a child. In fact, it is one of the few books, from my childhood that I still own. Miss Twiggley’s Tree, by Dorothea Warren Fox, copyright 1966

This is a great book with moral messages of tolerance, kindness and prejudice. However, all of those lessons went unnoticed (at least consciously) by me, at the time. I loved this book because Miss Twiggley was the coolest lady ever. I wanted to be Miss Twiggley.

Funny Miss Twiggley
Lived in a tree
With a dog named Puss
and a color TV

She did what she liked
and she liked what she did

Who wouldn’t want to live in a giant tree house, and have bears for friends? She also did not care one iota that the people in town thought she was strange.

It turns out that my favourite bedtime story had an awesome role model, but I didn’t realize it back then. I think it might very well have influenced me to follow my heart when I act (and not to worry about what people think). I hope that Miss Twiggley’s tolerance, forgiveness and kindness have rubbed off on me, in some way or another. I loved (and still love) this book and it makes me smile remembering all the times I read it or it was read to me.

How about you? What was your favourite childhood book.