taking it easy – with help from jon

jon bon jovi

it’s sunday.

i woke up from a very pleasant dream with the above man gracing his presence during my nocturnal drift. in my dream, i dreamt about work. there was a lot of stress in my dream. new management (i.e. new bosses) wanted me to figure out things that were not under my area of expertise. i was still tied to my old boss, somehow, in regards to networking… we had an argument. i was pissed at him. co-workers, past and present, were not being cooperative.

and then, a moments break within all this dream madness, had me in a coffee shop. i just walked away from it all just to take a break. as i waited for the barista to hand over my coffee, jon bon jovi was standing there next to me. he was so open. so friendly. we started talking right away.

the bar where people were waiting for their order was really crowded. he was sitting on a stool and let me lean on him. but the leaning was not just physical. it was supporting me emotionally as well. everything his body language communicated to me was, you need to take a breather.

so, no, it wasn’t that type of dream. nothing naughty, i’m afraid. while i find this celebrity sexier now in his 50’s (what is it about men looking even better in their 50’s?) for whatever reason, my subconscious mind chose him to be my voice of reason. how fun is that! it’s like a bit of humour my subconsciousness was trying to add in… a message of, lighten up! here… let me give you jon bon jovi for the night…

sure, there were some innocent flirting. why not give my ego some stroking while it’s at it, right? i didn’t mind – i thoroughly enjoyed having jon’s gentleman-like, yet sexy, attention.

so, last night, i went to bed with plans to do a lot today. doug is on shift, chaeli is at her grandparents’ place… it was originally a day of getting a head start for the up coming week.

then i woke up. and asked myself, why?

i planned to wake up, have cereal and go to the gym for an hour cardio session. i then planned to fold laundry, load the dish washer, unload the dishwasher, make my breakfast, egg-white, veggie omelettes for the week… another workout at home, this time the chest and back p90x strength routine… and somehow, during all that, work on some projects for work.

on a sunday where we’re going to see spring-like conditions – sunny and double-digit temperature – why would i do that to myself?

would jon have agreed on this? of course not. my nocturnal angel of reason would have shaken his head, laughed and tell me to knock it off.

and so, i slept an hour more, got up to walk hobbes while enjoying the fresh, morning air, then came in for a leisurely breakfast. i’m now sipping my lovely, aromatic coffee while blogging. and googling images of jon while i’m at it.

there are things i still have to do today and that is the reality. my family needs clean underwear, of course. and the dishwasher IS full.

but what i will do – i will go out and take advantage of the sunny afternoon. i will take hobbes for a longer walk and just enjoy the smell of spring. and for sure, i’ll enjoy another cup of coffee this afternoon.

i’m learning to be more gentle to myself. sometimes, it starts with just the small stuff. with a little help of an 80’s rock icon.

guilty pleasures no. 63

guilty pleasures no. 63

daryl, daryl, daryl… how could i not give you your very own post in my list of guilty pleasures?

read on to learn why i think daryl is by far one of the best walking dead characters…

dream cheating part II

i had another dream about usher.

this is getting embarrassing. really. but let me point out that i was in my late 20’s – doug was not in the picture yet so technically, yet again, i didn’t actually dream cheat.

in this particular dream, he tweeted about how he was looking forward to his visit to toronto, especially because he had a special date lined up. i have no idea how it even got to this stage but i knew he was talking about a date with me (this is where everyone who might be reading this will laugh and think, well, yeah, this really must have been a dream…)

he then tweeted a personal, direct message to me, telling me to get ready to go all night.

yes, i know. the words are taken directly from his Scream lyrics. i didn’t boast that this was a good dream. everything about this dream, in fact, is pretty cheesy.

anyway… so i started to panic. like, really panic. i was dying to go on this date with usher. but the words ‘go all night’ spun me into an anxiety attack!

how the hell can i go all night? i can’t do that! even at that age, 2 hours max.. maybe 3 hours. but all night???

yes – i am talking about sex and the performance of endurance. it freaked me out!

well, didn’t matter. like the last one, i woke up before any of the dirty stuff happened.


an apology to john cusack

dear mr. john cusack,

i have been loyal and faithful to you for many, many years. in fact, during the course of my marriage, i have kept you on my top five list. and it’s not that i’ve forgotten about you or have lost interest in you, but lets face it. one’s top five is a very important list. it must be well thought out. dissected, analyzed and eventually finalized.

it’s like… prime real estate, if you will.

plus, to get to the bottom of things, what have you done lately? 2012? that movie about a time machine that looks like a hot tub? even must love dogs could have been a better movie. i had to come to the truth – the last movie i totally heart you in was grosse point blank. and that was a loooong time ago.

anyway, i’m sorry it had to end like this. to be honest, i’ve found a new crush. perhaps this one will be short-lived. but all i know is that i look forward to my weekly rendez-vous with him (specifically every tuesday night at 10pm EST).

i wish you all the best in all your endeavours.

best regards,


ps – introducing terry chen (“bobby” on combat hospital):

terry chen as 'bobby' on combat hospital