The First Annual Shamrock Toy Drive

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This is the resort where I work – you can win a weekend for two by donating a new, unwrapped toy to our toy drive. Your name will be entered in to the draw for a free weekend for two including one dinner and two breakfasts (travel expense not included). Please read the Shamrock post for more details.

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At Shamrock Lodge, we are about family.  That is a simple statement that means so much and it holds true every day.  The Bryant family took over a business over thirty years ago that is all about providing a place that families can come together and make memories, summer after summer, year after year.

We have met some amazing people along our journey and this year we wanted to do something to give back so we are starting the first of what we hope to be an annual Shamrock Lodge Toy Drive.

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We are reaching out to local residents of Muskoka as well as our treasured visitors and future guests from all across the map to help in our crusade to give families in Muskoka who struggle through the holidays a helping hand and make their season a little brighter. We are asking all of you to donate a new, unwrapped toy or…

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A million tiny pieces make up the bigger picture

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I took the time, stepped back from my daily routine to really appreciate the world around me. This reblog felt very appropriate today. Have a great weekend everyone and take the time to really enjoy everything that surrounds you.

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It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see – Thoreau

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The panorama of our lives is directly proportionate to the depth of beauty we allow ourselves to ingest.  Our lives are like a Kaleidoscope pattern and the aesthetics of that pattern, although they evolve constantly, still enchant us and give us new perspective in each shape that is created.  The colors become richer, deeper in hue, and the beauty is carried over from one frame to the next.

The true beauty that we see does not come from looking at the picture as a whole, but by dissecting the pieces and finding the unique qualities that combine in those fragments to create that spectral portrait.   The attraction to the harmonious blend of colors cannot be appreciated without recognizing the million tiny little shards of color that make up the sum of…

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An Open Letter To Ellen DeGeneres

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I urge everyone to reblog and to link up to Ellen’s pages….help a friend out!!

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Dearest Ellen,

Hello. How are you? That’s great to hear, seriously. Listen, I know you’ve got a full plate in front of you right now (Okay, maybe not literally; you don’t look like you eat that much, to be honest. However, I stand by the statement.), especially considering how many challenges you have to deal with right now.

  • Voicing animated fish is no mean feat. (How do they record your voice underwater anyway?)
  • Arranging for Sofía Vergara to be “accidentally” deported so you can be the reigning CoverGirl has to be a lot of work.
  • Teaching millions of people to dance like no one is watching while hosting a kick-butt talk show must be exhausting. And sweaty, no doubt.

Normally I use this forum to write about my life as a bellman in Niagara Falls, but today I want to write to you from my heart.

I’ve been married to…

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The Spell

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Wow….who knew such a fun idea could turn into something so great. The cutter challenged me to write a post with four random subjects and I, in turn, asked the same. Here is the result. It’s so awesome I can’t even put it into words – and that says a lot!!

The Intervention

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Dear Mother Nature,

We have all been asked to write a letter to you so we can tell you how your illness is affecting us individually.  Starting off with “this is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write” would be horrifically untrue.  This is one of the simplest tasks I have been faced with throughout my 44 years on this planet.

I’m going to be blunt in this letter and not mince words. This is an intervention.  From those of us who generally feel at peace with you, we have come to you with these words of utter disgust and contempt.  The state of your mental capacity is worrisome and borderline reckless.  For the past few days, we have endured the wrath of your mood swings and succumbed to your whimsical attitude in regards to everyone around you.  This is not the being we have known you to be and the change in your behavior is more than mildly disconcerting.

Too many times over the past two months we have shamelessly ignored the warning signs, hoping that the initial symptoms would not manifest themselves into a textbook case of narcissism.  But our hopes have been crushed in the face of the evolving disease and you no longer seem to have any concern for those in the eye of your storms.

We are pleading with you to get well.  We face each day with uncertainty and would like to see you return to your balanced and seasonally charming self.  Although the outcome of an intervention is meant to severe ties if an agreement to treatment is not reached, we are not as fortunate to have that ball in our court.  We would hope that you hear our pleas and end the 24 degree swings in temperatures during a 24-hour period.

The prescription awaits and only you have the power to take those happy pills and feel well again.

With very kind regards,

Muskoka, Ontario

With the stroke of a brush

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Mother Nature saw the blank canvas before her and reached for her brush. She used bare branches to frame the side of her masterpiece and dotted the sky with white to give the sky some depth. But she was unsatisfied with her work.

She let the bristles of her brush absorb some color and added the green of freshly awakened leaves.

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Her emotion felt one-dimensional. The canvas felt naked and she changed the structure of her portrait to frame it in a better way. The brush strokes continued and she stepped back to look at her work in progress.

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With genuine emotion and grace, she brought romance to the sky. Her brush stokes became more whimsical and the portrait danced and shifted before her.

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She made the blue a deeper hue and scattered the sky with feathers of white.

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After watching the relationship blossom between clouds and sky she felt she had created a true romance.

Mom

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She birthed me and swaddled me,

she showered me with love.

Her arms always embraced me,

they fit me like a glove.

Her words were the only ones,

that could help to heal my scars.

Hers was the only light,

that would comfort me in the dark.

She woke me up to play with me,

she laughed at all my jokes.

She sang with me to old musicals,

although she couldn’t hold the notes.

Her faith in my abilities,

has stood the test of time.

She’s the portrait of what a mother should be,

and I’m glad that she is mine.

So, here’s to you, mom, on this special day,

my love for you has no end.

You’re my giver of life, my confidant,

and will always be my best friend.

Happy Mother’s Day.