What Does Your Favorite Cartoon Characters Say About You?

I was cleaning up and came across some Ziggy cartoons I had kept from when I was a kid.

I always felt sorry for Ziggy, his misfortunes and how he would always find himself between a rock and a hard place.

Poor Ziggy.

Then I started to think about the “why” behind my liking that cartoon strip and what it says about me…

Was that an early sign of my “fighting for the underdog” mentality and my soft spot for wanting to help people?

Then there was Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes who had the wise-cracking mouth. He would get into trouble, do whatever he wanted with his partner in crime Hobbes and said things I could never dream of saying out loud as a kid.

Was I admiring his feisty attitude since I was far from being a rebellious kid? I guess so.

Cathy, Dilbert, Dennis the Menace, For Better of For Worse…

Think about what cartoon strips you liked or still like reading, what you think it says about you and share it in the comments.

M  xoxo



My First But Not My Last

I think I need a new car.

No, I probably need a new car.

No, I definitely need a new car.

But I love my almost twenty year old two door Grand Am and equipped with cassette player. Yes, a cassette player.

You see, I’m sentimental because it was my first and only car. I bought it for a milestone birthday, it was brand spanking new and I maintained it very well. From the outside, it almost looks like the day I bought it and no one believes the low mileage on it because I live near everything.

But during my last tire change, the technician had a hell of a time trying to place his jack in a non-rust spot underneath the car. And after a few choice curse words muttered under his breath, he suggested that I start looking for a new ride.

I hate “change” with a capital H. And being the indecisive Libra that I am, I don’t look forward to car shopping. I researched ad nauseum before deciding on the Grand Am way back when and when I say, ad nauseaum, I really, really mean it.

I have no clue what I would want to buy next. All I know is that I need 4 doors (to accommodate the eldercare component), something that is North American made (to avoid expensive maintenance and parts) and preferably a few years old (I don’t want any car installments and I don’t need new).

But I’m torn between being a single child-free woman wanting a “you-only-live-once (YOLO) sleek and sexy” ride….

And being the overly practical “I’m not paying delivery so I’ll go pick up that big ass item from the hardware store myself” woman who needs storage space in a vehicle…

Whatever I do purchase, I want to hang onto to it for as long as I can.

So, which one should win? “YOLO sleek” or “sturdy and practical”? And if you are vehicle-savvy, toss me some ideas please!

M xoxo

The Best 12 Inches I Ever Had

It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten 12 inches in the garden.

Wait…what did you think I was talking about in today’s post?

By the time I got back from vacation, most of the vegetable plants at the local store were gone so I didn’t plant much in this year’s garden. A few tomatos, cabbage, jalapenos, raspberries, a variety of herbs, pumpkin and squash are all that I have. But the rhubarb I transplanted from an acquaintance has gotten CRAZY big so I will soon need to google recipes (apple and rhubarb pie!) to deal with all of it…and not get poisoned.

Is it true that rhubarb leaves are poisonous and that you must only use the stalks? Now that could be a plot in a future story! 🙂

Since my garden is on the minimalist side, I will be spending time building additional raised garden beds to deter Lazy Groundhog, Curious Squirrel and Pepe Le Pew to get a jump start on next year.

I don’t know about you but I am finding that more and more, store bought produce has ZERO taste and are suspiciously larger than they really should be. The plan is to try my best to grow more of my own pesticide-free food that actually has taste.

I mean, is there anything better than walking around your own garden and eating strawberries right off the vine?

Well, maybe 13 inches in the garden…

Are you a gardener? Tell me what you enjoy the most!

©Photo of zucchini from my garden in 2015 – updated 2018 content – Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Flirty Flirt Flirt #flirty

All I needed were two duplicate keys made at Home Depot and this is my somewhat funny story…


It is the equivalent to 35 degrees Celsius outside, I’m dripping in sweat, not looking my best and a little annoyed that I can’t find a soul to help me in the store. Granted, it is about 20 minutes to closing before the store shuts for the long weekend but I need to get ,my duplicates made asap. The only worker I can find is a guy sitting in the Window and Doors section in conversation with another client.

When he is free, I approach him, jingle my keys and ask him in French if there is anyone around who can make doubles of my house keys.

(Believe me, I was not looking like this girl below).

He smiles and says, “Yes, I can definitely help you with that.”

The guy pushes back from his desk, stands up, stands up and stands up some more…

He is at least 6’7, if not taller. All I know is that my neck hurts looking up at him.

He is sooooo tall that I find myself saying, “Oh my God, can you be any taller?” out loud and in English.

I blame a mini heat stroke for letting my inside head voice escape my lips and hope that he doesn’t understand English. I’m not that lucky.

He laughs, takes my keys away and says that if he had been an inch or two taller, he could have had a career in basketball or football.

We chit chat about plans for the holiday weekend as he starts up the key making machine. That’s when I realize that he’s not using one of those “do-it-yourself kiosk” thingamabobs where you simply stand back and the machine does everything on its own.

I joke around and tell Mr. Home Depot that he had better replicate the keys properly because I rarely frequent Home Depot and if he doesn’t do a good job, I will come back and hunt him down to blame him. He looks down at me, smiles and proceeds to say, “Well, what’s wrong with that? I wouldn’t mind you coming back to look for me. I wouldn’t mind that at all…”

Though I’m still semi-delirious from the heat, I’m not delirious enough to miss what Mr. Home Depot is doing and neither is the old dude in the aisle standing nearby. Old Dude turns to chuckle at Mr. Home Depot before saying, “Flirty flirt flirt” under his breath. Then Old Dude smirks and goes back to looking for a box of screws on the shelf and minding his own business.

I counter Mr. Home Depot’s smile with my own and say, “Are you saying that you would purposely screw up my keys just so that I come back here looking for you? That’s not nice.”

He says nothing as he finishes off the process. Then, he hands me all my keys, smiles even wider, his eyes laughing at me.

“I’m not saying anything at all. I guess that you’ll just have to wait until you get home to see if I’m nice…or naughty. It’s not like you would be locked out of your house or anything. You still have the originals…”

I don’t have an opportunity to “read” him because the intercom announces that the store is closing. And it’s a good thing because I have no energy for witty flirty repartee left in my sweaty body so I simply ask, “You’re kidding with me right now…right? These keys will work, won’t they?”

Mr. Home Depot shrugs his shoulders and cocks his head to the side. “Maybe…maybe not. Have yourself a great Canada Day weekend.”

I don’t look back at him as I head to the counter to pay $10 for keys that might not even work when I get home…

Tell me if you think Mr. Home Depot was naughty or nice.

If you liked this post, feel free to sign up for my email list to receive my monthly newsletter – I plan on including these types of anecdotes starting in the fall. 

M xoxo




Hotter Than Hell

It’s Canada Day and it’s hotter than hell. And the heat wave will continue to be for the rest of the week.

It’s so hot that my city has cancelled their outdoor activities and my cell keeps blowing out with their Tweets about extended pool hours and inviting citizens to use our libraries as cooling centers.

Mind you, us Canadians love to talk about the weather, mainly snow but now heat too.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. These past few summers, I have been making good use of the central air system I had installed. My electricity bill can attest to that.

My only wish is that there was a beach in my vicinity with natural ocean blue waves.

Oh how I miss having the sand and ocean at my door when the weather is like this…

Are you experiencing this heat wave too? What are you doing to keep cool?

M  xoxo


Yeah, this is not the first time that I’ve written about my weird quirk.

Actually, it’s my third preferred choice for relieving stress, calming my nerves and lifting my spirits.

What quirk is that, you ask?

Decluttering , organizing and cleaning.

But for the first time ever, I have taken my cleaning to the extreme – like “döstädning” extreme. 

No, I’m not dying. Well, all of us are but we could talk about that another day. For now, if you don’t know what that word means, I invite you to Google the numerous articles online.

Döstädning may sound depressing but there is something positive to be said about detoxing your living and work spaces. This act of deep decluttering and only hanging on to what you need, find useful and love may not be “creative” work, but at least I feel like I’m accomplishing something tangible without using too much brain power.

Right now and yes, after midnight, I’m sitting on my kitchen floor, boxing up tupperware and mini appliances unused for years to donate to a shelter.

Call me crazy but it’s been helping my stress levels since I’m not writing much. I’m just wondering what I’m going do to when I have nothing left to clean. Maybe I’ll have to drop by your place to organize your stuff! 😊

I was thinking about going silent for the summer while I try to regain “balance” but instead, I’m going to do what I did last summer – random posts and reblogs on ANYTHING. No blog plan, no weekly features. Just whatever comes to mind that takes a few minutes.

Stay tuned.

Happy Canada Day and Independence Day in advance!

M xoxo

Cleaning is my third choice. What is your FIRST choice activity when you are feeling stressed and overwhelmed? And yes, you can be a little risqué in the comments. 🙂

If you are new to my blog and enjoy fiction, feel free to check out my Fiction tab or Breaking The Mirror or Living To Die.

No Creative Flow #notwriting

I’ve been re-blogging quite a bit lately.

No, I don’t have writer’s block. Thankfully, I have never suffered from that disease. With a notebook full of ideas and two novellas in need of some TLC and beta reader feedback, I could easily keep myself busy.

But I don’t feel like writing.

Since I’ve gotten back from my holiday last month, it feels like EVERYTHING around me needs 100% of my attention – RIGHT NOW or YESTERDAY. And my post-vacation drama trauma set the downhill tone for this past month.

I can’t catch my breath and the harder I try to keep up with everything, the more it feels like I’m getting nowhere fast with the things I want to do and need to do.

Everyone suffers from stress but when it’s your stress, you feel like you’re drowning.

Writing usually relieves my stress but being too busy to write, the stress is accumulating and making me feel blah.

And feeling blah means that I have no creative flow.

And no creative flow means that I don’t feel like writing.


It’s like a stupid catch 22.


What do you do to get back into your creative flow?

 M  xoxo