Things That Make Me Say hmmmmm…

“Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious…and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”
― Walt Disney Company

I have been thinking whatever happen to the child-like curiosity that I use to have.

Here are some things I have been curious about;

  • Why do people who are named Richard have the nick name “Dick”…hmmmm
  • Why do people who are name Robert have the nick name “Bob”…hmmmm
  • Why do people who are named William have the nick name “Bill”…hmmmm
  • How long does it take for a pot of water to boil if you are watching…lol
  • Do you really have to list alphabetically the names of a couple. Nancy, Ralph. So on, and so on….hmmmm
  • Is it being
  • When dating does the guy still hold the door open for the female, pull out her chair for her to sit down.
  • Is it alright to go “double dutch” or does the guy still pay for everything…hmmmm

I woke up this morning with this idea. I thought it would be nice to have some fun. Life lately has been so serious. I am guilty for I take myself too seriously.

So dear reader, do you have things that make you say hmmmmm?

Oh I Wonder, Wonder, Wonder…


Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future. Swami Sivananda
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Every once in awhile I find myself wondering how different my life would been like if I hadn’t made some of the mistakes throughout life.  Some mistakes I guess is just part of growing up, curiosity, exploration, yet why did I not ask for advice from my parents, teachers, or a friend.

I doubt very much that not many people find their grade eight teacher knocking at their door. Well for me this was true.  We were just starting to supper when the knock came.  He wanted to talk with my mother, meanwhile I am trying to think if I did something stupid that day in school.  He gave some suggestions for my mother to help me after graduating high school.  He wanted my mother to encourage me to pursue becoming a lawyer because he believed I was intelligent enough.  Well, I never followed that path!

Then there is the day I made the decision to hop on the back of a motorcycle.  We both worked at the same factory, both had doctors appointments the same day, both lived in the same small town.  Well, it was a beautiful summer day, no clouds, just a nice breeze.  We were travelling on Highway 401 in Ontario just outside the city of London.  I do not know where the driver’s thought were, but obliviously it wasn’t on the road ahead of him. He ran into the back of a car, the jolt sent me flying landing on my buttocks.  The results were, after x-rays in the emergency department , I had ripped everything away from my spine.  I have not ridden on a motorbike since then.  So, every time my back is feeling unbearable pain, I kick myself for riding on that bike.

I probably could go on and on thinking about my life step by step.  The only thing that would come of it is a major pity trip.  A pity party on the way to depression valley.

So dear reader, make yourself a note, when you are in your senior years take some advice from this soon-to- be senior.  Do not allow yourself to wonder, wonder, wonder!