Day 12 and 11
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Publié :17/10/2006 10h29
Dernière mise à jour :24/10/2006 17h07 3662 vues
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Well it looks as though the post I made last evening never posted...so we'll just have to combine the days again 
10 more days to go....YIKES!!!
Have you ever done something without thinking? (Something that later has you smacking your forehead and thinking...well duh!!!!)
I was at burger king the other day with my honey, a friend and the wee one. It was time to leave so I was "helping" my wee one put on his shoes. I got them on (my honey didn't notice I was doing this as he was talking to our friend and his back was to me). Honey turns around to grab the boy's hand so we could go. He looks down and tells the boy that he put his shoes on the wrong feet. The boy looks up innocently and says "Mommy did it" (bless his pointed little heart LOL ). Oh boy . There I was so engrossed in whatever we were talking about that I didn't even realize what I was doing. Well we all laughed our butts off and I set about putting the shoes on the correct feet. I know that putting the shoes on the wrong feet won't scar the boys psyche...but I will have the wonderful privilege of having the adults who were there rib me about it the rest of my life. I don't mind being ribbed. I do stupid stuff all the time and have learned to laugh at it cause I'm human (and damnit, it's funny) LOL.
Do you mind being ribbed when you do something absent-mindedly?
Do your family and friends have the memories of elephants when it comes to the silly mistakes?
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Please....if you wouldn't mind...
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Publié :17/10/2006 7h04
Dernière mise à jour :24/10/2006 10h35 3543 vues
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<<<<Eyes in the sky
I got a call last evening from my older son on my cell phone (he knows NEVER to call my cell). I was standing in the middle of Zellers (similar to walmart or kmart in the states) waiting for my honey to finish going to the washroom (now that's a detail you didn't need...isn't it LOL ). Anyway, my first reaction wasn't the greatest. I stated the obvious (honey, you know you aren't supposed to call my cell long distance cause it costs me money). As soon as I said it, he started telling me what was going on...and he was right...it was important.
A little background...my older son was born with a thickened eyelid that had to be surgically corrected when he was two. At that time, they said he'd have to have two or three more surgeries as he got older cause he would be growing. We were lucky. He had the best surgeon the first time so, up until now, he didn't require another surgery.
Back during the summer...my ex started the whole teaching the boy to drive thing. My son is 16...it's a right of passage and he was loving it. To make a long story short, they were driving on a windy road and my son ended up playing Dukes of Hazard with my ex's car. The guys were fine but the car needed $1400 in repairs. None of us clued in that it could be anything but a bad move by a very new driver.
Cut to this school year. My son went in for his eye exam (he needed a new prescription). The doc did the exam and let them know that my son had to have surgery again as his eye wasn't doing well (he could see approximately 10 feet with that eye because the eyelid had dropped so much) and that the eye wasn't coordinating with the other eye. Then it all clicked in. This was why the boy couldn't see the embankment as he came to it (he had stated at the time that he couldn't see it until the last second and he couldn't do anything at that point). Apologies were said and the appointment was scheduled with the specialist.
So, yesterday was said appointment. The whole point of which was to schedule the surgery. Who knew they'd have the appointment and go directly to the hospital to sign all the appropriate admission forms? They sure didn't. We thought it would take at least a month or two to get that taken care of. Nope...not the case. My son is going in for his surgery today. Yes, you heard me...TODAY.
At 4:00 pm Pacific Time, my baby (he will always be my baby) goes in for surgery. He's nervous...he's scared...and I'm not going to be there. I'm dying here. Everything in my being wants to just take every cent I have and hop on the next plane. It's not practical or rational and I won't do it...but DAMN I want to. I know his dad will be there. I know he'll take care of our boy. But the fact remains, I (his mommy) won't be there to hold him and give him kisses and tell him I love him and make him giggle and ease his worried little mind.
If you have a chance...please just say a little prayer, send a little energy or light a candle for my son. He needs some strength of spirit and his surgeon needs deftness of hand. I'll let you know tonight how it went.
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Day 13
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Publié :15/10/2006 21h45
Dernière mise à jour :24/10/2006 10h34 3448 vues
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Today was turning point of a fashion. I was going to continue with my high school stories but I have to talk about this.
All of us have relationships that change. But what do you do when you and your spouse split and you have kids? You continue on right? Well...add to that the fact that you and your almost-ex each have someone new in your lives...what do you do then? Well most of us would just say so freakin what. It's really not my ex's business who I am with (unless it influences our child negatively of course).
My almost-ex is a piece of work (I've blogged about him a few times before). Anyway, he wanted to meet my best friend because we are moving in together and my son will be living with us on a full time basis. It was important to him and he insisted it was because (no matter how good of a person/judge of character/mother I am) he had to know this man and make sure that he is "good" for his son. I'll give him that one...don't really believe that was the reason but that's neither here nor there.
My best friend has heard about my almost-ex and has actually heard my almost-ex's way of handling things when we've been on the phone together. The things he's heard with his own ears have told him time and again what I have said about my almost-ex isn't fabricated. He knows what's going on and has a personal distaste for the kind of person he knows my almost-ex to be. My best friend doesn't want to be friends with the almost-ex...but we have to deal with my almost-ex on a frequent basis so there eventually had to be a meeting. We just want to live our lives with as little drama as possible.
I figured that if my almost-ex just met with my best friend and I it wouldn't be the best of circumstances. But...hmmmm...if the almost-ex's girlfriend was there, it would be much easier. It's all about image for the almost-ex and saying something out of line with his girlfriend there wouldn't (in all likelihood) occur. So (after checking it with my best friend) I brought up the idea of all of us meeting together so I could meet his girlfriend as well.
Why would I want to meet my almost ex's new love interest? In all honesty, I didn't give two shits. It didn't matter to me one way or the other. My almost-ex's and my friends have met her and have told me she's a nice person. All I really cared to know is that she would always treat my son with respect. That's it. Nothing else. I already knew through my friends that she will.
So the meeting was arranged for today. The sitter fell through and our little buffer was there as well (had to take my 5 year old with us). So everyone got to meet everyone. Very strange situation if you've never done it. Very strange indeed!
The almost-ex's new girlfriend hardly spoke while I was there. When I left the table, she seemed more at ease. Poor thing. I didn't put off nasty vibes and I was nice and bubbly just like always. She seemed sweet and she will let my son get away with murder LOL...but I'm thinkin' he'll love that.
My best friend appears to have passed the "test" as well. My son does adores him and spent a lot of time (as always) talking and playing with him. They are just two peas in a pod...and best buddies  .
The almost-ex stated this evening that my best friend is a good guy so no more ominous threats. Up until now the almost-ex has been very negative about this new living arrangement and stated things that he couldn't possibly back up. But apparently, after having seen first hand how my best friend deals with the boy, everything is good.
I know there is nothing that the almost-ex could have done to change the new living arrangements and there's not a chance in hell he could ever get custody (because of things that have gone on that I'd rather not get into as they are his crosses to bear). But it's really nice to know that his attitude regarding my best friend is now positive and I won't have to listen to him mouth off. OK...maybe it won't be that easy...but at least I can keep that little pipe dream alive...it really is a lovely little pipe dream 
*raises glass*...Here's to us having two separate household and my son being happy and well-adjusted in his new environment.
Only 12 Days To Go...and the rush is ON!!!!
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Day 14 - Growin Up Green Part Deux
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Publié :15/10/2006 2h00
Dernière mise à jour :16/10/2006 19h16 3540 vues
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13 more days to go
GIRL SCOUTS AND ME PART 2
I basically quit school when I was 16 (after I completed grade 10). Only went to one class for the first semester my junior year (grade 11). I decided I didn't need school. That it wasn't useful. I was pretty messed up. I would keep soul searching during this time. It didn't matter whether I was in school or not...I was still allowed to be in scouts (and a few other things)...so I still had something good in my life (in my opinion at the time). God...I was so full of myself.
I did so many things, went so many places. Finally by the time I was about to turn 18, I had done things other people only dream of. I also smartened up and decided I needed my education. Because my birthday is at the end of September, the school technically had to let me back in. I had been in accelerated classes before I quit high school so I had all but the Physical Education, American History and California History credits. The school district waived the PE credits so basically I needed two whole credits to graduate. And so, I went 6 weeks and those classes were completed, the credits satisfied. I was able to continue on that year with Senior Girl Scouts because of my birth date as well (and I was still technically in high school). I got to have 5 years as a Senior Scout. Most don't get that.
That extra year in scouts was a doozie. Remember that steering committee? Well we had created an award that was much more in-depth than the Gold Award (the highest award for a girl in scouting). I was able to be one of the first people to earn that award (the Senior Rose Award). I also completed all the requirements and earned the Gold Award. (Guys-think of the Gold Award as similar to the Eagle Scout in Boy Scouts only much much more work - I've looked at the requirements).
I lead well by this time and spent the year as an assistant leader to a Brownie Troop. I applied for and was accepted to go on a Wider Opportunity. (A wider opportunity is an event that is planned with a theme. Girls from all over either nationally or internationally are chosen to participate after submitting their applications. This was and remains a huge honor as not many are chosen). I attended many camps as both a counselor and as a participant. I was giving back and I was having so much fun.
The awards ceremony for those most prestigious of awards was amazing. My first senior girl scout leader (whom I had stayed in contact with) sponsored my plate for the dinner. She and my other leader were there to see me get my awards. I was one of two girls in our council who completed the tasks for both the Senior Rose Award and the Gold Award that year.
So I was honored locally, state-wide and nationally. It was heady stuff. I got commendations from the president, the governor and numerous different organizations in my area.
So...did all those awards and honors mean anything? At the time, they meant everything to me. Somehow I thought that doing all those things would prove to others how good I was. It didn't work that way but I figured that out eventually.
I went on to lead Brownie and Junior troops, Direct summer camps and topical camps, take a group of Seniors on a wider opportunity, cook at all kinds of different camps, teach people how to do many different things and really did have fun. Along the way, I finally grew up and realized it's not the quest for tangible objects (awards, honors, etc.) that makes us successful people but the lives we're privileged enough to touch. It's in living your life that you become happy not in achieving the physical rewards for doing things.
How did all the stuff with Girl Scouts end up? Well one day...one lovely day...I received a gift....a beautiful two year old. Over the next two years, I slowly phased Girl Scouts out of my life so that I could be the mommy I wanted to be. My son became my focus. I still volunteer but it will never be my whole life again...I have one of those
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Ooops...I didn't do it again
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Publié :14/10/2006 11h08
Dernière mise à jour :17/10/2006 17h48 3742 vues
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<<<<<< M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy Credit: W. Keel (U. Alabama in Tuscaloosa)
Main Entry: pro搾ras暗i搖ate
Pronunciation: pr&-'kras-t&-"nAt, prO-
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): -nat搪d; -nat搏ng
Etymology: Latin procrastinatus, past participle of procrastinare, from pro- forward + crastinus of tomorrow, from cras tomorrow
transitive verb : to put off intentionally and habitually
intransitive verb : to put off intentionally the doing of something that should be done
synonym see DELAY
Procrastination (noun), therefore, is now what I am doing. Packing is calling and all I want to do is take a nap. The pillows look so good to me. I shall dream a little dream...and then I'll pack. I swear it.
I have to stop this habit (says it's a habit right up there *points up*). Wishing I could kick my own ass into gear right about now.
I'm sure the world (my little world anyway) will look a little more like it can be tackled after I'm rested. Golly I love a good nap. Do you?
Sleeping Beauty was always my favorite Disney movie as a kid...wonder if there's a connection between that and my nap fetish...hmmmm 
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Did I do the right thing?
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Publié :14/10/2006 8h26
Dernière mise à jour :16/10/2006 12h54 3665 vues
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<<<< That's my guys...and yep that's the back of wee one's head...and that pic was months ago. His hair was much longer yesterday.
You know what they say about living and learning? Well yesterday I got my sons hair cut. Every time getting his hair cut has been hard on me. You see, the wee one has the loveliest curls. They were truly phenomenal. Every adult that ever saw them would A) think he was a girl and B ) tell me not to cut them even though he was a boy cause they were so amazing. Think ringlets. That whole thinking my son was a girl thing kinda bothered me for years. I just let it go for a long time but now even the kids on the bus keep bugging him about it.
The fact still remains that if he hadn't asked for the haircut, I wouldn't have had it cut. His reasoning was that it kept going in his mouth when the wind blew and when he was trying to eat. Both very good reasons. *Sigh*...I don't know how to explain my resistance to the haircutting other than that every time I looked at him with those curls, I smiled. He is truly beautiful and angelic with that head of hair spilling down his back.
So now he look-a like a boy. The wee one hated the cut when we got home last night but *crossing fingers* my honey says he'll be used to it by the time the week is out. Damn I hope he's right.
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Day 15 - Growin Up Green
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Publié :14/10/2006 12h08
Dernière mise à jour :16/10/2006 12h52 3473 vues
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<<<<< Brownie Fly-Up Wings
14 more days to the move (that's 2 weeks...count 'em *holds up two fingers* 2 baby!!!)
A wise friend asked me to elucidate (I love that word) on some things that were an integral part of my growing up years. This shall be post number one in my growin' up series.
GIRL SCOUTS AND ME PART 1
I was a Girl Scout for 23 years. Yep, you heard me right...A Girl Scout.
I started out as a Brownie (grade 2) in that butt ugly brown dress with all its accoutrement (including a sweet little coin purse that I loved and this little brown beanie that served no practical purpose whatsoever...yup it made ya look like a dork good and proper). Girl Scouts was the "thing to do". All of the girls in my class were in it. We sang songs, we did crafts and we had fun. It was idyllic and, to me, very much the positive Brady Bunch-ish sort of thing to do. We were all good little girls...doing good little deeds. Golly how times and priorities have changed in our world.
On a beautiful spring evening slightly before 3rd grade ended...I received my wings. Receiving your wings was crucial...it was a ceremony to signify we little girls were moving on to the next level...progressing on to bigger and better things. My sister dared me to actually flap my arms to denote I was "flying up"...I did a little flap and won the dare (causing the whole crowd of parents to laugh uproariously).
Junior Girl Scouts were grade 4 to grade 6. Less girls in my classes were in Girl Scouts now. Other interests were already encroaching and people weren't as interested. We still had the largest troop in our area (there were about 30 of us). We die-hards stayed on and earned badges. Badges were sought after and you had to work your butt off to get them. Overachiever that I was...I earned them all. I remember vividly sitting there time and again pouring over that badge book and figuring out how I was going to get that next badge. I learned so much these years. I loved camping...I went places...I had a place to escape to and I learned I liked that feeling. I also continued to hone my love of music. All those silly little ditties. They were fun to me...and I still remember them...ALL of them LOL.
Soon enough I was on to middle school and I was a Cadet. I rarely went to scouts in grade 7 and went even less in grade 8. It was a tiny group and the girls were prissy. I was technically a member but just barely. I don't think I even got any badges. It just wasn't the same as it had been in grade school.
Grade 9 arrived and I found something new. I could be a Senior Girl Scout. The leader kicked ass. She was awesome. Mrs. Houdelette was the absolute best. I enjoyed being in her troop. There were just three of us girls. My sister, one of her best friends and me. I could work on the new badges and I could do most of it independently. I started leading activities and I (yet again) was able to stay away from home while attending all the outings and such. I was learning but I was troubled.
At the end of grade 9, it wasn't the end of Senior Girl Scouts. Grade 10 came and I was the only one interested in scouts anymore from my troop so I became an individual member. I had a leader (Debbie) but she was more of a friend. We were buds. I worked on badges, leadership projects, etc. and consulted with her on what I had done. I was always doing stuff. Always pushing myself to succeed. Those badges, pins, bars, etc. were my motivation to keep going and not give up (and I don't mean on scouting...I mean on life as well).
I got my drivers license in my sophomore year (grade 10)and I was able to travel to and from bigger activities. I started working on the senior girl scout steering committee for our council (there were a few of us girls that got these kinds of opportunities).
My home life was worse than ever and I finally left home in the summer of 1981. I moved in with a friend and her family. Then another friend and her family. This went on for a two year period. Living with others in their home...renting a room. Girl Scouts was with me through it all. I worked hard. So very very hard. I planned things...I took courses...I pushed myself and pushed myself.
The end of part 1...tomorrow I'll finish up...
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Paraskevidekatriaphobia
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Publié :13/10/2006 13h46
Dernière mise à jour :24/10/2006 10h41 3744 vues
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Paraskevidekatriaphobia (say that 10 times fast ...or maybe 13 LOL ) is the fear of Friday the 13th. Who knew? Well I did but just cause it's trivial knowledge and I'm a fan of trivia. I first heard about this fear as a young teen and find the whole concept interesting as heck.
Do more bad things really happen on Friday the 13th? Well if you look at statistics...one study back in the 90's showed that people did have less accidents (because people evidently tend toward not taking their cars to work on Friday the 13th) but that more of those that were in accidents were actually taken to the hospital. So there are more people actually being injured but less getting in accidents (figure that one out eh?)
So...I'm not scared of Friday the 13th but have a healthy respect for it. I'm not alone in this and I feel for those who do have fears of friday, the number 13 and (today) friday the 13th.
Do you have any special rituals you do every Friday the 13th?
Do you believe that bad things happen on Friday the 13th?
Do you believe bad things come in 3's?
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Day 16
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Publié :12/10/2006 21h22
Dernière mise à jour :14/10/2006 8h37 3357 vues
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15 days to go until the move...
OK...it's down to the wire. I'm unmotivated. I need a muse. Someone to just sit there and cheer me on. Like a personal trainer...only with a lot less responsibility for my personal health. I am feeling like I won't get this shit done and it's making me even slower in the process. I want it all finished. Part of me just wants to chuck everything (which is just not realistic).
I think I'll go to bed now. Maybe I'll wake up and a good faerie will have made my world a little brighter by sorting some of this crap out and clearing my brain to work in turbo mode.
I need some uppers or something. Hmmm...maybe I need to take a trip to the health food store...getting some of those instant energy pills. No...maybe not...they only magnify your mood...and if I happen to be in a pissy mood...can you just imagine LOL. Not good...very not good. *giggles*
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Animal or Prawn....
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Publié :12/10/2006 11h07
Dernière mise à jour :14/10/2006 8h42 3340 vues
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<<<<<<< click on the picture...it cracks me up every time
I have had the song "Rainbow Connection" running through my head all freakin' morning.
What is it about that song? I have it downloaded and sing it at the top of my lungs some days (much to the chagrin of my 5 year old most of those days). I have to admit, I have a soft spot in my heart for the Muppets and have spent many pleasurable hours lost in muppetland over the years.
In actuality...if I was to really take a look at myself...I know why that song sucks me in. It reminds me of another time. A time of moderate innocence...of naivete...of times that were more carefree and of the darker side of life...teenage angst and hopelessness. It transports me back to when I was in high school.
I don't just see the idyllic Leave-it-to-Beaver-esque high school scene. I see my life...both good and bad. The Marching Band trips, the Girl Scout journeys, the Rainbow Girls and Jobs Daughters excursions, my paper routes, mopeds (that kicked ass at that point and time LOL ), the obsession with killing myself, the dysfunctional people that were and remain to be my family, sex when it was new and I was learning, being a smartass (yes, I was always one and will remain so throughout my life if I have anything to say about it...and I do). All these things are memories that flash through my brain when I hear this sweet little song or even think on The Muppets first movie. Funny that...the way your brain goes there every time. The way the subtle strains of a song can just transport you through all space and time. Like your life in review...at least a few snippets of it.
As the years have moved on, I have remained a solid Muppets fan. They are endearing...and doggone it, they are funny. Each of them is unique but we all know people that act EXACTLY like them LOL.
So who is your favorite muppet? Is it Pepe the Prawn (he's a prawn, not a shrimp, OK?)? Is it Statler & Waldorf (the smart alecky old men that are the kings of smartass in the muppet world)? Is it Kermit (Mr. Piggy LOL and just a nice guy all around)?
Hmm...this is an adult site...*wonders if she should go into the whole muppet sex theory right now or if that would be just a little much*.
So...remind me and one of these days I will go into my whole theory on muppet sex and just which muppet I think would make the best partner for that. Yes, there was a time when I had WAY too much time on my hands and created a whole theory surrounding muppet sex LMAO.
THE RAINBOW CONNECTION
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
and someone believed it,
and look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell,
we know that it's probably magic....
Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
La, da da, dee da da do, Ba da da da, da dee da do
Written by Paul Williams and used by Kermit the Frog of The Muppets, Jim Henson Productions |
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What I Like...Day 17
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Publié :11/10/2006 9h42
Dernière mise à jour :12/10/2006 21h46 3588 vues
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We all have things that we like...things that make us feel all squishy inside. Call 'em warm fuzzies...or just satisfaction at it's best. Whatever you call 'em...they are the good things in life.
I could probably list a million things I like...but only a few will do...figure you can take up the list where I end off...
Playing on my computer
Holding hands
Sharing secrets
Walking in the rain
Crisp leaves as they crunch beneath my feet
Being in on the private jokes
Laughing until my sides hurt
Newly cleaned laundry
Soft sheets
The first flowers of spring
People-watching at a mall, waterfront, bus station, wherever
A mocha moo-latte or my obsession (cinnabon's pecanbon) at union station
A BBQ'd angus steak (rare)
Christmas lights
Chocolate toast and hot cocoa on a cold day
Making snow angels
Rain on a tin roof
Looking out a plane window seeing the patchwork of colors below
An ice cold lemonade on a really hot day
A rainbow during a warm summer shower
Daisies (all colors shapes and sizes)
Flowing skirts
A warm snuggle while watching the christmas tree and singing carols
The smell of a new baby
My kids laughter
Shirts that show my cleavage
New socks (I cannot stress enough how I LOVE new socks LOL )
Giving a good blow job
Finding that perfect piece of clothing
Teddy bears
Happy Aliens
Victorian Houses
BBQ'd Anything
High Tea
Amusement Parks
Kisses that leave me breathless
Swinging on the swings at the park
Driving fast on an open highway with the window open and the tunes blaring
Picking apples fresh from the tree and eating 'em right there where you stand
Squishing my toes in mud
Watching my favorite programs all snuggled up on the couch
Walking through big fat fluffy snowflakes
Stripping everything off from the waste up when I walk through the door
Hot Chocolates/Chocolate Chillers (depending on the season) with my honey at Second Cup
Tipperary Bonbons from Sees Candy
Going for a look-see at Costco
Picking out the perfect gift and then seeing that person smile when I give it to them
Baking muffins, cookies, brownies and cakes
Slow sensual sex (the kind that takes an afternoon and leaves that light in your eyes and smile on your face for days)
Finding that book I've been wanting and cracking it open right away
Watching the moon
The sunset at just that perfect time when all the colors are at their most vivid
A long hot bath with a good book or a good friend
Completing a craft project
Planning an event and seeing it all come off as you dreamed it would
Going to a street fair and dancing to the music because it just feels right
Hanging the Merry Christmas sign to start off the christmas decorating
Trying new foods
Experimenting and creating a new pattern
Knowing that someone is thinking about me
Now it's your turn...what do you like?
16 more days to go...16!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Day 18
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Publié :10/10/2006 19h18
Dernière mise à jour :12/10/2006 21h50 3284 vues
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Was going to do a nice post entitled "what I like about you...". It wasn't anything earth-shattering...it was just things I like. I guess I'll save it for another day because as usual I went ahead and was multi-tasking and got pulled off task. The post was pretty good but I just couldn't get the swing of it again. I wanted to...I just couldn't.
Don't you hate it when your train of thought is just messed up and you can't see hide nor hair of it? LOL Well if you see mine...please send it back. I will pay the shipping. Thanks so much.
Lis
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Day 19 and 20
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Publié :9/10/2006 20h02
Dernière mise à jour :12/10/2006 21h53 3215 vues
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Today is the Canadian Thanksgiving. It's been so hard for me to get used to it. I am an American and I do sometimes miss my Thanksgiving traditions. I used to make a feast (have pictures of it...and it was freakin' awesome LOL ). I am (per other's assessments) a great cook. I enjoy feeding the family a wonderful lunch. Then we would all go to a movie together (a new release of course). Then we'd come home and have leftovers (nothin' in this world like Thanksgiving leftovers). We'd wind up laughing the whole day and really having ever so much fun. Anybody and everybody who didn't have a place to go was welcome at my house. So we'd always have the family...but we'd also always have 4 to 10 guests of the family as well LOL.
The traditions of the day were wonderful. The one I miss and can't replicate up here is the Day-After-Thanksgiving up-at-the-buttcrack-of-dawn sales. It's just not same without them. Those early morning sales always made me feel like the holidays had arrived.
This year it felt like Thanksgiving again (ok...I have to get used to no sales...but that I can do). We celebrated the holiday in grand style yesterday. I laughed the whole day with my honey's family. I got to cook a little. I washed dishes (had to go pee and someone else took over washing right there at the end...just like would happen in most families). Everyone chipped in. The dinner was different (I know everyone does it differently) and absolutely delicious. It felt completely like Thanksgiving.
A friend in one of my groups asked us all to share what we are thankful for...I wrote this and thought I would share it with you as well.
To preface...This has been a year of change...the following is a list of things that have changed that I am grateful for. It says how it is TODAY but please note that it is as compared to last year at this time.
If you would have told me last year where my life would go and what I would be doing, I would've said something along the lines of "yeah, right". I would have been real sarcastic and the words would be dripping with negativity.
Today I am not crying and hurt and shattered.
Today I have friends...real friends.
Today I have happiness.
Today I have hope.
Today I have joy.
Today I have peace.
Today I have a totally different life and have kept those things that are good from my old life.
Today I am moving toward what I want to be...toward my dreams.
Today is good.
Today I am unemployed..and ok with it (huge thing that).
Today...I know what I need to overcome and what I am capable of as I have seen them now in a different light and have embraced them.
Today I know I am smart.
Today I know I am sexy.
Today I know I am good at sex (no, I had no idea I was good...I just knew that no one ever complained).
Today I feel cherished.
Today I feel special.
Today I matter to others.
Today my sons matter to others as well.
Today my wee son is still with me though if things had gone another way...he wouldn't be.
Today...I feel as if I've been given a very special gift...the opportunity for a new start in this lifetime...with my beautiful darlin's at my side.
Today ALL things DO seem that they are truly POSSIBLE.
As you think on what you might be thankful for, please know that I am truly thankful for all of you that read my blog and all of you that I get to read as well. Writing this blog has come to mean a lot to me.
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