The Yawns

Do you ever wonder why when someone yawns it often makes you yawn as well?


If you yawn and the person next to you follows suit, not to worry…you’re not boring them, it may be a good sign, it may even mean they really like you!

Much of yawning is due to suggestibility.

Chances are you’ll yawn at least once while reading this.

Science suggests that contagious yawns are a sign of deep empathy.
They are caused by an irrepressible need to share and understand the emotions and feelings of others.

You don’t need to actually see a person yawn to involuntarily yawn yourself; hearing someone yawn or even reading about yawning can cause the same reaction – it’s infectious.

Science suggests that contagious yawns are a sign of deep empathy.
They are caused by an irreprssible need to share and understand the emotions and feelings of others.

The “emotional bridge” created by the shared experience enhances social bonding, according to scientists.  In an experiment, they found that a yawn was far more likely to spread among groups of friends than a group of strangers.

So there you have it….
yawning could mean
“I’m liking you” or “hey I’d really like to get to know you”

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The Cheerleaders

pom pom

My daughter put on a movie this afternoon and of course the previews for other movies available came on…

One of them was Bring it On, it was released in 2000,  a “teen comedy film” about a cheerleading squad.

It brought memories flooding back to my junior high school days.

It started even before junior high in 6th grade.

Carmen and Marlena the meanest girls in school.

I had a boyfriend in grade 6 Clint. 😀  Carmen and Marlena didn’t like that.  In their eyes I  was becoming popular.   I was a fantastic runner and played soccer like a pro 😀 and a boy actually liked me,  I was kind and a good friend to others and I had friends, not many but I had them. 😀

These two girls were snobby, mean and not well liked and they were bullies.  I  played soccer with the boys and a couple of other girls, Marlena had a crush on one of the guys and didn’t like the fact that we were friends.  Both Jim and were goalies and often talked about how we could improve, we both played soccer outside of school, Jim had been a goalie longer than I had and would often teach me different things he’d learned.  One day after school, the duo were able to rally enough people together to follow me home while yelling and threatening me, let me just say I had never been so scared in my life, not to mention hurt.  Their “power” was incredible.. to get a small mob of kids together to follow me around while I was alone…???!!

They both warned me in the school yard near the end of school that I would have a bad reputation at high school because I had a boyfriend and that I hung out with the boys,  I worried about it all summer long.  I didn’t want a bad reputation, heck I didn’t even know what that was….Clint and I just hung out together, and the guys were my friends, other girls were with us too,  I didn’t understand.

In high school I broke school records for running.  My grades were ok and I had friends.  Not popular by any means but I was ok.

I really wanted to be on the cheerleading squad. There were a couple of nasty girls on the team, guess who?.. Carmen and Marlena.  I will never forget these two miserable girls who made my junior high years almost unbearable.  The cheerleading team had already been formed, but I asked the Phys Ed teacher, Mrs. Wauldhauser if I could join……I can’t remember exactly all the details but I do remember Carmen and Marlena saying that if I was allowed to try out for the squad that they would quit, they  were able to get the other girls to go along with it, including the teacher!!!  I never got a chance to try out and of course never became a cheerleader.

And there were the whispers behind hands and lockers…and glaring looks.

I wish I could meet up with those two miserable girls again…  Actually on second thought nah, not worth my time or energy.

Even as I type this, tears are coming to my eyes, those two girls caused so much hurt and took so much away from me and made my high school years just awful.

It’s amazing how one or two people can change your destiny and your dreams….Secondary school was nearly non-existent for me, I went to alternative schools, one was called AISP, Alternative Independent Study School, for kids who didn’t fit into the “mainstream” education system, they didn’t have a cheerleading squad or a track team, it was a school that had a variety of students, rock star wanna bes  ,artists , computer geeks and athletes like Carling Bassett a young professional tennis player, and there were kids like me who just didn’t fit. Thanks to the Marlenas and Carmens of the world. in my case.

I do have a pretty amazing life, with 4 healthy children, an incredibly crazy and supportive family, great friends and of course,
this blog 😀 😀

So I guess without some of these things happening when I was younger, it would not have made me the strong, independent, tolerant, open-minded and caring person I am, I would not have had the experiences that I did,  that helped mold me into who I am, and it would not have made me set the bar higher to be a better person and never ever to be like you…rah, rah, rah!

So there Carmen and Marlena………I win!!

To be fair to these two, I have no idea what their home life was like so maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh…..

 Your words have power, use them wisely.

Megz and Lolo


My daughter Meghan is finally home. She’s been on a wonderful trip to Alberta, she and a friend “Lolo” flew out two weeks ago, and just returned home today.
It was their first big trip alone. They are only 14.  They stayed with a friends family who was gracious enough to keep them both for 2 weeks whom they’d only met on an exchange trip they took this year with their class.

I can’t thank them enough for allowing the girls to stay with them for such a long time and helping to give them such a wonderful experience!

On the way home they needed to take a 3 hour bus ride back to Calgary Airport, another adventure in itself , board the plane, which had been delayed an hour and finally back to Toronto, where “Lolo’s” father picked them up at 10:30pm and then spent the night in Toronto before heading home today.

We are busy catching up, she really hasn’t stopped telling me all about their trip since ohhhh about 3.5 hours ago, she is having a much-needed shower, so I have a little time 😀

I am so happy she is home.

Hope everyone has a wonderful night just like us

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On a cold February night

She’d gone to bed early with her two young daughters all three of them tucked in and cozy.  They lived in an old home that became very very cold in the winter.  It was a terribly cold night in February. She just happened to wake up to hear an odd sound and saw an orange glow coming from the side of the bed, she lifted her head only to see flames shooting out of the electrical outlet.  She only had time to yell her husband’s name and started to  grab her sleeping children from their sleep.  The flames quickly engulfed the top of the bed with the flames spreading so quickly that her oldest daughter was scooped up by her father just as the flames were singeing her beautiful blonde locks. She had never seen fire move so quickly it had totally taken over the bed the three had been in within seconds.

They had no time to think as they ran down the stairs and out into the frigid night air.  They’d called their dogs to the safety of the now warming vehicle , the fire department had been called and had arrived just minutes later but had felt like hours.

They sat on the side of the road watching helplessly from their vehicle, as the firefighters try in vain to put the fire out and save their home.

They lost almost everything that night, except each other and the love of their family , friends and community all of whom gathered up donations of money, clothing, toiletries and books and toys for the girls along with much-needed emotional support.

There had been three volunteer Fire Departments dispatched that night, the firefighters care, concern and professionalism went beyond trying to save the family’s home, for all they did that night and the days to come she would be forever grateful.