Global Rich List

I just found this website from a link on the blog of a friend. www.globalrichlist.com Go there. Put in your annual income and be astonished. I discovered I am the 55, 287, 298th wealthiest person in the world. Now that may not sound that great but when you think that the world's population is about 6.6 billion people my position in the top 1% is sobering to say the least. It makes my heart ache and I'm not sure what to do. Maybe the guy outside pushing his cart down the lane needs a few bucks or at least a couple of empty bottles.

lovely, lovely friends

For the last few days I have been sick. Sick to the point of needing to lie down after taking a shower or making tea. That kind of sick. I have watched an exorbitant number of movies. I have fallen asleep during most of them.

However, there have been some beautiful moments in the midst of the fear of swallowing. And these moments all have to do with my friends. They are lovely, lovely, lovely. From the frequent phone calls to dropping by to spending time with me to homemade chicken soup and fresh baked bread. These are people I do not deserve nor have I earned. They are the highlights of my life and I love them all.

george

If you ever come to my house you will find a small picture of George Clooney in a frame on my refrigerator. You will also find a picture of George with his good buddy Brad on the wall along with pictures of my friends. These pictures always spark conversation. Some find it amusing that George has earned a place of honour in my home. Others are slightly disturbed by his presence. Maybe even a little annoyed. The latter are usually male. My Dad has always enjoyed feigning irritation with me and my mother being so enamored with him. George will always be my star crush who makes me a little weak in the knees.

I saw Leatherheads tonight. I really enjoyed it because it was goofy and made me laugh out loud. There were a couple of scenes where I sighed. This made my friend Beth laugh at me. This picture is from the movie. Now I ask you, what girl wouldn't want to ride on the back of that motorbike? Especially when it would mean she'd get to hold onto him. Sigh.

childhood memory

This afternoon I made a new friend. See above picture. This lovely lady always seems to be sitting in the same place near the Coal Harbor entrance to Stanley Park. So I sidled up beside her and my friend Beth took our picture.

One of the highlights of the day however was finding this stuff. Some of you may remember The Pop Shoppe. When I was a little girl with long blonde hair in pigtails, my dad used to take me with him to The Pop Shoppe. He would get me up on his shoulders while he pushed the cart around this warehouse full of cases of every flavor of pop you could imagine. I would exercise my leadership skills and choose the pop we should have from my 6 foot vantage point. My favorite, by far, was Black Cherry. Today while walking down Denman I noticed a sign that said, "Pop Shoppe available here." No way. I walk in and ask, "do you have Black Cherry?" "yes. it's in the top case." I squeal quietly with delight and then look at the man and say, "I think you're my new best friend." he smiles and says, "that'll be $4.24." I happily hand it over and take my pop. Fortunately Beth didn't have to put me on her shoulders to facilitate pop selection.