Sunday, 31 December 2006

A year in review

My 2006 in a nutshell:













What a year it was! I hope that 2007 has nothing but good things in store for you, me and everyone we know! New life in April...that should be a wonderful, wonderful start! Pin It

Monday, 25 December 2006

Christmas in Heaven

“Christmas in Heaven”

I see the countless Christmas trees
around the world below
with tiny lights like heaven’s stars
reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear
but the sounds of music can’t compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you
of the joy their voices bring
for it is beyond description
to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away
We really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me dear ones.
You know I hold you dear
and be glad I’m spending Christmas,
with Jesus Christ this year.
I can’t tell you of the splendor
or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas
with our Savior face to face?
I’ll ask him to lift your spirit
as I tell him of your love
so then pray for one another
as you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful
and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in heaven
and I’m walking with the King. Pin It

Sunday, 24 December 2006

Twas the night before Jesus...

Twas the night before Jesus by Union Fork Creek Baptist Church

‘Twas the night before Jesus came,
when all through the house,
not a creature was praying,
not one in the house;

The Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that JESUS would not come there;
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.

And Mom in her rocker with baby on lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here,

With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like
He had said.

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said “it’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.

With those who were ready
He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all.

“It is not for you to know the times or the season, which the Father hath put in his power”. Acts 1:7

Jesus is the Reason for the Season.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Pin It

Thursday, 21 December 2006

And we're OFF!

For Christmas, Mom paid for BIL, and the girls, Hubster, myself and the boys to go to Great Wolf Lodge for two nights. Mom is coming too. We are leaving at about 2:00 tomorrow afternoon and will return on Christmas Eve afternoon. I am really excited about it, but a little disappointed that I won’t be able to go on the waterslides due to my pregnancy. Ah well…I’ll spend the two days in the lazy river.

See you on Christmas Eve!!! Pin It

Saturday, 16 December 2006

Taking a cyber-break...

or is that a break from the cyberworld?

I think I spend too much time online. I’ve gone through these phases before, and I take a quick break and then things get better. So, for a little while (could be hours, could be days…probably won’t be weeks) I will be MIA…or at least SEMI MIA. I’m going to try to focus on the fam.

See you after the break! Pin It

Thursday, 14 December 2006

Long, but hopefully, worth the read...

A tribute to my sister…Joanne S (01-10-72 to 01-28-06)

Christian, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Daughter-in-Law, Grand Daughter, Sister, Sister-in-Law, Aunt, Cousin, Niece, Friend, Neighbour, Co-Worker, Mentor, Confidante……..

She was a lot of things to a lot of people. She had done so much in her short life and yet, she had so much more to do…so we mere humans think. God had other plans. God knew that her mission here on earth was done. Everyone, myself included, says she was much too young to die. That’s our human mind talking. I now believe, wholeheartedly, that Joanne was put on earth with a specific purpose. A purpose that was fulfilled so much quicker than those of us left here on earth could imagine. It all makes sense, if you take the emotion out of it…let me explain.

Joanne was a born again Christian. She took Jesus into her heart early in her relationship with Mark. Her unwavering faith was a source of inspiration and comfort to many people. Many people have told me that she inspired them deeply, even those who never knew her in life…only through her death. Actually, Joanne told me once that she thinks Jesus came into her life when she was only about seven years old. We had neighbours who were born again Christians. They prayed with Joanne and actually scared the daylights out of her because of their very strong words and their threat that if she didn’t accept Jesus into her heart, she would never get to Heaven. After several nights of nightmares, Joanne told my parents about the neighbours’ words and my parents did their best to quell those fears and Joanne put it out of her mind…She admitted later that the nagging feeling inside was always there, but she continually pushed it aside. Only when she met Mark, did she start going to church and really start acknowledging that nagging feeling, eventually being born again.

Once Joanne accepted her faith, there was no stopping her. She was an active member at her church and at Awana. She truly led a Christian life in everything she did and said. She stuck up for Christianity whenever necessary. She had no fear, no embarrassment. What she had was pride and purpose. She wanted to tell everyone who would listen (and even those who wouldn’t listen) all about Jesus, and what was in store for us in Heaven…if we’d just believe in Him.

Oh, the arguments Joanne and I used to have about passages in the Bible! She believed that the Bible should be read in the literal sense. What was written actually happened. I believe that a lot of the stories in the Bible are more like examples for us to learn from as opposed to living literally. She would come back to me after a few days, armed with her biblical ammunition, verse by verse to prove me wrong. 99% of the time, she did just that! I would just laugh at her and her “bible thumping” ways. She never denied being a “thumper”…she knew and was proud of it, even calling herself a thumper!

Joanne was hungry for knowledge. Always. She would ask questions of people about their religions. Muslim, Jewish, Christian, you name it. She wanted to understand WHY people believed what they believed and if there was a chance that she could “convert” you, she would. For she so believed in Jesus that she wanted everyone else to believe too. She was on a mission to SAVE people. To make sure they would get to Heaven, just like her. Make no mistake, she knew with every fibre of her being that she was headed straight to the top…straight to Heaven…on the express route. She knew that all it took was to believe in Him. And man oh man, did she believe.

Joanne raised her young children to be Christians first. Church was of the ultimate importance and it was crucial that her girls led a Christian existence, following the Bible literally and faithfully. It was the only way to ensure that they would all be together again in Heaven. Only in her death have I seen just how important that foundation is for her girls. Their faith, passed on by their mother, comforts them immensely. They know, without a shadow of a doubt, that their Mommy is in Heaven with Jesus. In fact, Courtney, Rebekah and Danielle give the adults strength. Joanne achieved something that most parents spend a lifetime trying to achieve…she instilled the core values that will stay with those girls for the rest of their lives. Sure, those values still need to be nurtured, but the important foundation is there. Joanne alone can take credit for that. Mark played a part, but only in Joanne’s death has he really had to step up to the plate in the values department. Not that he was a bad father by any stretch, in fact, exactly the opposite, it’s just that Joanne had all of the bases covered when it came to faith. Mark was more of an re-enforcer.

The number of lives that Joanne touched still amazes me. She rarely traveled, and yet, I believe she touched more lives from her home in little Alton, Ontario, than some traveling salespeople do! I don’t even think she tried to reach out to people. It just happened. She would meet someone in the grocery store line up or in the girls’ schoolyard. We had people at the funeral who said, “My name is ****. I never had the pleasure of meeting Joanne, but we spoke on the phone once or twice and I just felt compelled to come here today.” THAT is incredible. We had over 1,000 people at her funeral. It was more than any of us even dreamed. It was a tribute to the life that Joanne led, larger than anyone had ever imagined.

So, as I said in the beginning of this tribute, it all makes perfect sense. Her dying young is not so shocking when you think of it outside of the emotional human brain…I strongly believe that Joanne was sent to earth differently than most. I like to think of her as having a special job, almost like Jesus had. I am not trying to say that Joanne was anywhere close to the level that Jesus was, but I believe that she, like Him, was put on earth with a specific purpose, a purpose that she was able to fulfill within a short time. She told me on numerous occasions that she was “so, so excited about going to Heaven.” She simply couldn’t wait to get there. That gives me great comfort. She knew where she was going and she knew she’d get there quickly. Joanne was more Christian than anyone I have ever met. More than all the priests and the Bishop I have met, more than anyone.

I know, with every ounce of my being, that she is in Heaven. She is there with my Dad, who she can take FULL credit for saving. She begged him to become a believer before he died. Her efforts were unrelenting and my father and I would chuckle at her insistence, acknowledging that it was Dad’s fault for her being so stubborn!!! Towards the end of his illness, Joanne prayed with him and he finally took Jesus into his heart.

And so, they are sitting on comfy chairs, looking down, smiling, knowing that they have one more Christian who will join them someday! I plan to live my life as close to the way Joanne lived hers as possible. She was an inspiration. She planted the seed. I need to nurture that seed, and spread the Word, so that one day, we will all be together again!

Rest in Peace Joanne. Your legacy lives on and on… Pin It

Tuesday, 12 December 2006

Another song that just spoke to me

“If I Could Be Where You Are”
Performed by Enya
Lyrics written by Roma Ryan

Where are you this moment
Only in my dreams
You’re missing, but you’re always
a heartbeat from me.

I’m lost now without you.
I don’t know where you are.
I keep watching,
I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart.

Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?

Winter lies before me,
Now you’re so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay

If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home

Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?

To me… Pin It

Monday, 11 December 2006

Merry Christmas!

I have decided to get my Christmas Blog happening now that we are two weeks away!

My gifts are ALL bought, including my gift exchange with my board and my work Kris Kringle. The boys’ stocking stuffers are not only bought, but wrapped!

Now, I just have to wrap everything else! Man, I hate wrapping! Pin It

Man am I tired

I’m not sleeping well at night (starting to get uncomfortable with a belly and a night hawk of a baby, as well as Hubster snoring and snorting all night long).

The days are LOOOONG because I can barely focus on anything.

I called in sick today and plan to take a long afternoon nap to try to catch up on my sleep.

Is it April yet? Pin It

Thursday, 7 December 2006


Most of you will remember our fiasco back in August, when Middleman got a piece of paint or something lodged in his pupil and we went through hell with the Walk-In Clinic, the ER, our eye doctor and then the pediatric eye specialist. He had to get glasses based on both the injury to his left eye and the fact that he had a lazy left eye in the first place.

Well…tonight was his follow-up appointment and the doctor was very pleased with his progress. His eye is completely healed and his lazy eye is not as lazy (lol) anymore. He still has to wear his glasses and he still needs to be checked every 6 months for a while, but Praise the Lord, he is healed! There was a time when we were talking loss of sight in the left eye.

August 11th was one of the scariest days of my life and I thank God that Middleman is OK now. Pin It

Monday, 4 December 2006

House of Sickies...

Boy Oneder started it. He has a nasty cough and cold. Then Hubster got it. He is not QUITE as bad, but he is sick. Now, Middleman has the cough and I am sure he is heading towards the cold as well.

I am PRAYING that it eludes me. Being pregnant is NOT fun when you are sick because there is VERY little you can take for a cold.

On a better note, Middleman lost his second tooth this weekend and “ONLY got a dollar!” LOL! I passed the mid-point in my pregnancy on Friday! WOOT! And, the boys’ report cards and parent/teacher interviews were awesome! Oh and I am all but done with Christmas shopping!! Just stocking stuffers and Hubster to buy for and I am DONE!!! YIPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Pin It

Wednesday, 29 November 2006

My precious boy...

My precious first boy.

This is a copy of the letter that Boy Oneder, my oldest, age 10, sent to Santa via email last night:

Dear Santa:

How are you doing?

I am fine. My mom is having a baby in April !

OK, for Christmas I want 3 things please. First, I want hockey gear. I want it because I do not want my parents to have to buy all that hockey gear. Sorry You have to make all that hockey gear. Second, I want N-STRIKE LONGSHOT C8-6. This is a nerf strike gun that shoots little sticky sticks that are yellow. Third, I want something for the baby please. That thing is a aquarium bath center because i want the baby and my parents to have a good time taking a bath and giving a bath these are the three things i want for christmas a thanks in advance

your pal,

boy oneder

How special is he that he took one of the three things he is allowed to ask Santa for and gave it up for his baby brother? He is SUCH a special boy. No prompting, no hints for him to do this…he just did it.

How often the things he does just takes my breath away. I love you Boy Oneder. Pin It

Tuesday, 28 November 2006

Ten months...

I’ve been an only child for 10 months today.

Ten months without my sister.

Ten months….

I dreamt about her last night. She was playing with Courtney in my bedroom, right beside my bed as I lay in my bed, watching. In my dream, I was crying because I knew she was dead, and seeing her with Courtney, so happy, made me cry. She looked over at me with such compassion in her eyes, like she felt bad that I was sad.

I read somewhere that when you dream of someone you have lost that you have come to terms with their death. Sure doesn’t feel like I’ve come to terms with it. The tears on my computer here say otherwise.

I wish I could chat with her for just a minute. Wish I could tell her all about the pregnancy. Well, I do tell her, but I wish she could respond…

My heart hurts today…it hurts real bad. Pin It

Friday, 24 November 2006

I guess I really AM growing!

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Saturday, 18 November 2006

It's a BOY!


God has blessed me with another boy. After my post of yesterday, you’d think I would be devastated. But guess what! I am NOT!!! In fact, I am totally, 100% OK with it!!

We spent 45 minutes just cooing over our little guy! He was VERY shy and kept his legs crossed the WHOLE time and the umbilical cord was between his legs, so it took a long time to get to the point where the technician could confirm that it was in fact our third SON.

The 3D ultrasound is really amazing and we got some fantastic shots:

Here, he is giving us a HUGE grin:

Here he is sucking his thumb:

And here, he is showing us his goods…not without a heck of alot of poking and proding! LOL:

After seeing that all his parts were where they were supposed to be (according to our laypersons’ eyes), the gender really just didn’t matter anymore.

Now, the fight over names begins. We are really far apart on names….sigh. Pin It

Friday, 17 November 2006

Straight up...

I’m not going to lie to you. I want a girl. I want a girl BADLY.

Tomorrow, I will find out if we are going to ever be blessed with a princess or not. At 11:00 EST, I have a 3D ultrasound scheduled, wherein I will pay $125.00 for someone to do a five minute ultrasound and say the words, “It’s a insert gender here!”

It’s no secret that I have wanted a girl since I knew the difference between boys and girls, probably when I was 3 years old. I just feel that I am MEANT to have a daughter. When strangers ask, “So you want a girl this time?”, assuming this because I already have two boys, my answer is a resounding, “YES! OF COURSE!!!”

When expecting their first child, most pregnant moms state, “I just want a healthy baby.” When having their second child, most pregnant moms are a little more honest: “I really want a girl/boy, but health is most important.” By the time you have your third child, if the first two are of the same sex, you tend to be even MORE honest, “Yes. I definitely want a boy/girl this time. With every ounce of my being, I want a boy/girl.” Some will end with “But of course, health is most important.” See, this is where I get confused.

Do women say the “health disclaimer” because of embarrassment? OF COURSE we all want healthy babies. It’s ridiculous. You’re not going to hear a mom of even 10 boys, who is pregnant with her 11th child say, “I want a girl desperately. I don’t care if she is sick, deformed and handicapped, I just want a girl. Keep your healthy boy, I want a girl, healthy or not!” No one wants that. So why do we feel the need to use the health disclaimer???

So today, the day before my 3D ultrasound, I am going to be straight up…I want a girl. I want a girl badly. I want a HEALTHY girl. Damn…I did it. I used the disclaimer.

Think Pink for me will ya? I could use all the help I can get. Pin It

Wednesday, 15 November 2006

Christmas is coming!!

It’s bittersweet this year. It’s the first year without Joanne. That will be awful.


Christmas is my favourite time of year. It’s a time for family and friends, good food, lots of fun and this year, a time of reflection and this year, a time for NEW traditions.

I love the childrens’ faces on Christmas morning. I love the full bellies on Christmas night.

I just love Christmas. Pin It

Sunday, 12 November 2006

Five kilometres

I have aching feet and legs. I am exhausted. Hubster decided that this afternoon would be a good opportunity for the family to take Rosie, our 5.5 year old bichon frise, for a walk at the local conservation area.

“Sure!” I thought…that will be fun!


I didn’t realize that we would be walking the Humber Trail…up and down leafy, foresty hills. Did he FORGET that I am almost 5 months pregnant? LOL! I did remind him of this fact several times during our family walk.

It ended up being about 5 kilometres all together, and to be completely honest, I really did enjoy the time in the fresh, crisp fall air, with just Hubster, the boys and Rosie, but I am paying the price now! Pin It

Saturday, 11 November 2006

I remember

I wore my poppy proudly today. I saw VERY few people wearing them. Did you? Pin It

Friday, 10 November 2006

Pregnancy Update

I haven’t mentioned my pregnancy alot on my blog because I keep a Pregnancy Journal instead. Today, I am 17 weeks pregnant and thought I would update here.

I have suffered with morning/noon/night sickness for all but 10 days of this pregnancy so far. I had a week and a half reprieve at around 14 weeks and thought that the 24/7 days of nausea were behind me, but NOPE. I am still suffering. Granted, it’s not as bas as it was, but it is definitely still very noticeable!

I have suffered from the beginning with excess saliva. Can you imagine a faucet dripping in your mouth, non-stop? Yeah…that’s how it is. BLECH!

I think I am starting to show…and then the next day, I think I’m not. I think that I feel the baby move and then I don’t feel it again for a few days.

I am not enjoying this pregnancy at ALL and it makes me really sad. This will definitely be my last pregnancy and I just wanted to enjoy it. I just want to get that pregnant glow and have people rub my OBVIOUSLY pregnant belly.

I have my 3D ultrasound booked for next Saturday (the 18th). We will find out if the baby is going to be called Emily Joanne or Threepeat ____ (undecided on middle name). Maybe after seeing the baby in 3D and knowing the sex, things will at least SEEM better than they do right now. Pin It

Thursday, 9 November 2006

Thankful Thursday

So my last few posts have been negative nellies. Today’s will be a positive penny!

Things I am thankful for today, not necessarily in this order:

My husband.
My boys.
My unborn baby.
My health.
My home.
My Kate.
My Mom.
My doggy.
My job.
My new office.
My friends.
My extended family.
My life.
My newfound faith. Pin It

Monday, 30 October 2006

All hail the Chicks!!

WOW. That word sums it up.

Hubster and I went to the Dixie Chicks concert last night at the Air Canada Centre in downtown Toronto. It was my first concert at the ACC and it was phenomenal!

I’m not going to lie to you. I was DREADING going yesterday afternoon. I was SO exhausted from Hubster’s party on Saturday night and the thought of going to a loud concert, and being up until midnight AGAIN was killing me. I actually tried to GIVE the $110 each tickets away to friends, but it was too late notice. Thank goodness for that! It was amazing!

The Dixie Chicks are SO, SO talented. They play their instruments with ease and Natalie’s voice is so powerful for such a little lady!! Martie and Emily’s voices just “go” with Natalie’s so well. They sound EXACTLY like the record when singing live! They don’t need any fancy costumes or special effects. They just wowed us with their music.

There must have been 20,000 people there, mostly women. I just knew that 95% of the men there were dragged their by their wives/girlfriends, Hubster being one of them. BUT…he enjoyed it! He “WOOT!”ed and he clapped and I think I actually saw him singing along to “Good-Bye Earl”!!

The Chicks played all of their big hits, including “Long Time Gone”, “Landslide”, “Travellin’ Soldier”, “Wide Open Spaces”, “Ready to Run”, “Sin Wagon”, “White Trash Wedding”, “Not Ready to Make Nice” as well as a few not-so-well-known-YET from their new album and one from their new film. The Chicks have a new movie out called, “Shut Up and Sing” based on the controversy over Natalie’s comment about being ashamed that the president came from her home state of Texas. It looks like a great film.

So, considering how badly I didn’t want to go last night, I am SO glad I did go. The time flew by and I remember thinking I wish it didn’t have to end…they played for a full two hours and it still wasn’t enough! Now I can’t wait ’till they come back again! Pin It

Friday, 27 October 2006

On No...the big 4-0!

Tomorrow, October 28th, my sweet husband turns 40. FORTY! I’ve known him almost HALF his life.

I met Hubster on August 5th, 1989 at a nightclub called “Superstars” which is now LONG gone, replaced by a flea market! He was 23 years old. I was 19, soon to be 20. It was just like out of a storybook when I say that I just *knew* he was the one I would marry one day…and he was.

Now, that fresh-faced, hard-bodied young man is an older, wiser and not-so-hard-bodied middle-aged man! We have been through wonderful, amazing times and we have gone to the depths of hell together. In the end, we are still together, after having known each other for 17 years and being married for 12.5 of those years. Two and a half children, and countless tragedies later, we have both come out the other end stronger and more in love than ever.

As much as Hubster drives me MENTAL most of the time (LOL!), I can’t imagine life without him. He is my world. He has been my rock through the worst times, my shoulder when I cried so many tears I thought I would dehydrate my body. Hours and hours of tears we have cried. We’ve been through anxiety and panic disorders and depression together and we have healed together.

But we’ve had many, many hours of laughter as well. The little codes we would use when Boy Oneder was a baby…WOWMWO, C9, etc. The vacations we have taken together, the pre-kids, last minute “let’s go to Lake Placid” and the well-planned, long thought-out cruises with the kids.

I am blessed and proud to be his wife. I pray that we will be together for the NEXT 40 years and the 40 years after that.

Happy Birthday Baby. I love you with every ounce of my being. Pin It

Tuesday, 24 October 2006

The power of a song...again

Goodness…sometimes a song just hits you.

This one came on Launchcast just now and I had to post it. It just SCREAMS my sister’s story.

“Can’t Be Really Gone” – Tim McGraw

Her hat is hanging by the door
The one she bought in Mexico
It blocked the wind
It stopped the rain
She’d never leave that one
So, she can’t be really gone

The shoes she bought on Christmas Eve
She laughed and said they called her name
It’s like they’re waiting in the hall
For her to slip them on
So, she can’t be really gone
I don’t know when she’ll come back
She must intend to come back
I’ve seen the error of my ways
Don’t waste the tears on me
What more proof do you need
Just look around the room
So much of her remains

Her book is lying on the bed
The two of hearts to mark her page
Now who could ever walk away at chapter 21
So, she can’t be really gone

Just look around this room
So much of her remains
Her book is lying on the bed
The two of hearts to mark her page
Now who could ever walk away
With so much left undone
So, she can’t be really gone
No, she can’t be really gone Pin It

Tuesday, 17 October 2006

Pent up anger

Have you ever been so angry with someone that your blood boils? Have you ever been hurt so bad, but not able to tell the person who hurt you? That’s how I feel today.

I am so, so angry tonight, but for the good of everyone else, I cannot say a word. The people who hurt me will never know it. Therefore, I am sure it will happen again…as it has in the past, over and over and over.

I have been made to feel inadequate ever since I’ve known them. I obviously embarrass them. When it comes to certain situations, I can never win. They are better than me (in their eyes anyway) and they want to ensure that face is saved in public. All I want is to do things MY way once in a while. To be left to my own devices. I can do it…just let me. I guarantee you won’t be embarrassed. Just because I don’t do it YOUR way, doesn’t mean it can’t be done nicely. I feel so alone when this happens. I have no one on my side. It’s me against the world.

One day, the anger will build to the point where I won’t CARE what anyone else says or does. I will blast these people with every ounce of frustration that they have caused me for the past almost 20 years. And it will be a fine, fine day. Pin It

Monday, 16 October 2006

Would you rather...

Would you rather:
be able to fly, or
have the ability to read people’s minds?

I think my answer to this one would have to be “be able to fly”. As much as I would sometimes LOVE to read people’s minds, I think that there would be times where what they were thinking would REALLY hurt my feelings.

Would you rather:
be able to bring about a lasting world peace, or
eliminate all hunger and disease?

I thought about this for quite a while. I’d love to see the world in complete peace, but all those starving and sick people…I’d love to see them all fed and cured. But, I think the best answer here would be world peace. Then, since everyone is getting along, we would all help each other to conquer hunger and disease. Gosh, I am smart.

Would you rather:
be able to fortell the future, or
have all the money you will ever need?

I’d rather have all the money I will ever need. Then, I can BUY my future! LOL!

What do YOU think? What would YOU rather? Leave a comment! Pin It

Saturday, 14 October 2006

I have officially reached the milestone that every Canadian Mom either dreads or looks forward to. My feeling is the latter…my boys LOVE hockey! Not to play, but to watch. Middleman looks forward to the Leafs games every week…each night, he asks, “Mom, is there a hockey game tonight?!” And 5 out of 7 nights, I have to tell him, “No…” He walks away, dejected and depressed. But on those two special nights, when I can say, “Yep! 7:00!” he skips away, excitedly yelling, “YAY!! HOCKEY!!”

I found this video on youtube and showed it to him just now. He knew the song and knew every word to the chorus! LOL!

Ahhhh…the good old hockey game…it’s what gets us through the long, cold, Canadian winters!


Sunday, 8 October 2006


Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day here in Canada.

Our family has been through hell and back, and now, as I stand at what I hope is the end of that dark tunnel, I realize that I have so much to be thankful for. Yes, we’ve lost ALOT, but through those losses, we have learned and those of us who are left behind have grown closer. I am finally able to see the silver lining around that cloud. I wanted to list my blessings for this day of giving thanks.

My husband. We have been married for 12 and a half years. I met him when I was only 18 years old and can’t imagine life without him. He is truly my soul mate.

My wonderful 10 year old, Boy Oneder. He is everything I could want in a child and more. Loving, sensitive, smart, handsome, etc. etc. etc. He lights up my life.

My awesome 7 year old, Middleman. He is also all that I could ask for and more. Imaginative, intelligent, loving, sweet, etc. etc. etc. Life would not be the same without him.

My new baby. The breath of fresh air that this child has brought to our family is just what the doctor ordered. All of us, including extended family, are absolutely THRILLED at the prospect of another little bundle of joy.

My health and the health of my family. This should be number one on my list. Health cannot be bought, nor replaced. I am truly grateful for our health.

My extended family…Mom, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and family, brother-in-law and family, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.

My friends, Kathy, Bruno, Kate, Giuliana, Jennifer, Joanne, Ben, Julie, Donna, etc.

My home. The place where we all meet at the end of the day to regroup.

My job, my boss and my co-workers. Everyone has been so understanding throughout this rough first trimester. I am learning so much and appreciate everything they do for me.

My neighbours. Wonderful, wonderful friends.

My online friends…too many to list. Thank you for getting me through the hard times.

In general, my life. I am thankful for each day that I open my eyes in the morning. For each hug I get, for each smile I receive, for each breath I take. Thank you God. Pin It

Friday, 6 October 2006

Family night

One day, quite some time ago, Kate, one of my bestest pallies EVER, turned me down for a coffee on a Friday night because she had “Family Night”. I remember thinking “What a bitch!” LOL! but then a couple of minutes later, I thought…”How nice. They have a special night, EVERY week, that is just dedicated to their immediate family.” And then I put the idea on the backburner.

For the last three weeks, we have had family night on Fridays. We play games (Cranium, Hang Man, Frustration, etc.) and we have FUN! Who knew that hanging out with your kids on a Friday night could be ENJOYABLE!? LOL!

So thanks Katiekins…we have enjoyed family night immensely and we owe it all to you!!! Pin It

Wednesday, 4 October 2006

Josh Groban's new song

Oh my GOSH I love this guy…

You are Loved…

Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
When you’re heart’s heavy
I, I will lift it for you
Don’t give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I, I will break it for you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved
Don’t give up
It’s just the hurt that you hide
When you’re lost inside
I, I’ll be there to find you
Don’t give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I, I will shine to guide you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved
You are loved
Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
Don’t give up
Everyone needs to be heard
You are loved Pin It

Saturday, 30 September 2006

Unbelievable website

I found this site and just had to share it. It’s absolutely incredible!!!

Enjoy! Pin It

Friday, 29 September 2006

Retail therapy

I think I’m going to go shopping tonight. What shall I buy? My budget is about $100.00.

Do I buy something for the new baby? For me? For the boys? What shall I buy?

Leave a comment and tell me what YOU think I should buy. Pin It

Wednesday, 27 September 2006

8 months tomorrow

Sometimes, it seems like yesterday. That searing pain in my chest when I heard the news is vivid, the hurt so real that it HAD to be just recently.

Sometimes, it seems like an eternity. Eight months since I heard her voice. Eight months since I lost my baby sister. My only sister.

It’s hardest because she was “just” my sister. My Mom’s loss is so much harder because she lost a daughter, but sometimes, my hurt gets forgotten. It’s not really acknowledged. I just get told to be strong for my mother. My mother is strong. She doesn’t need me to be strong for her anymore. Now, I need to grieve.

I need to grieve the loss that I haven’t yet accepted. I need people to be strong for me. I don’t want to be the strong one anymore. I want to let the guard down. I want to wallow in my own self pity and NOT have someone to tell me to be strong. Since she died, everyone has just expected me to carry on. Cry at the funeral and then turn it off. Be strong for her girls, be strong for Mark, be strong for my mother. And for the most part, I have turned it off. But it hurts. I am feeling that physical pain in my heart that I felt when Dad died. That yearning for her voice…her hug…her smell.

She was my sister. My ONLY sibling. My Mom still gets lots of support and even my friends only ask, “How’s your Mom doing? How are Mark and the girls?” They are all fine. They are all slowly moving on. But I’m still here, now grieving the loss that they have already moved past, because I was strong. I’m not strong anymore. I need people to be strong for me…I need to be sad and pathetic for a while. It’s about time…isn’t it?

So please don’t ask me to be strong anymore. Don’t ask me to “be there” for people. Don’t tell me that my Mom needs me or that the girls are counting on me. It’s too much pressure.

Everyone will get along fine without me…you wait and see…they already are. Come and ask me how *I* am doing once in a while. You see, this pillar of strength is crumbling…the foundation is gone. Mom, Mark and the girls are eight months ahead of me in their grieving. I am only beginning…I wonder who will be strong for me now that they are moving on. Pin It

Monday, 25 September 2006

I talked with my sister, my Dad and my father-in-law today

Yes, they are all dead and no, I am not crazy.

My Mom and I went to see a medium this morning. Her name is Sandy Wiltshire and she is absolutely UNBELIEVABLE!

I went into her house a skeptic. I refused to give her an OUNCE of a hint on anything to do with my life or who I had lost, but they all came through and she named them all with NO prompting or help from Mom or me.

Most of the so-called mediums I have seen on TV say stuff like, “I am sensing a man with the initial ‘S’…does this mean anything to you?” If you say no, they change to another letter or something. When Sandy named my Dad, she came right out with “Robert”. She asked me where the Italian connection came from and I told her my husband’s family. She asked me who "F" was (my FIL). She asked me who Danielle was (my littlest niece). She knew that my nieces horse jump. She KNEW my Dad died of leukemia and she knew that Hubster’s Dad died very quickly after being sick.

The order of things was uncanny. My Mom and I sobbed at the end. It was wonderful. My Dad told us that it was OK that he died in the hospital…how could she know this? My father-in-law apologized to me for not being able to say good-bye and my sister apologized for “not being more careful” in her accident. How would this woman KNOW these things? All she ever knew from my mother was her first name and that she had lost a child. She didn’t even know my first name.

This was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The relief of knowing that my sister, my Dad and my father-in-law are safe and can still see, hear and communicate with me is overwhelming.

Sandy told us they are with God. And now, I believe with every ounce of my being that there is life after death!

Thank you Sandy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Pin It

Saturday, 23 September 2006

Houston...we have a heartbeat!!

Our little Blob:

(The baby is facing us, with his/her head on the right)

We had our ultrasound at 10:00 this morning.

I asked the technician to please tell me the second she saw the heartbeat and she said she would. After what seemed like an eternity, I asked her “Is everything OK so far?” She responded “Oh I’m not even looking at the baby yet. I am checking your ovaries and uterus first.” UGH!

Then, a few minutes later, she say “Yes…your baby has a heartbeat. It’s alive, OK?” I start BAWLING. LOL! She tells me I have to try to keep still and I try SO hard to stop crying. She says “I know, it’s scary, isn’t it?”After I stopped crying, she was able to do all the stuff she had to do and then she called Hubster in to see.

She gave us these two photographs. She also confirmed that her dating coincides with my ten weeks.

Thank God, Thank God, THANK GOD! Pin It

Friday, 22 September 2006

All blogged out?

I think I have writer’s block. I can’t think of anything to blog about lately.

Maybe it’s the constant nausea.

I’ll try to do better. Sigh…. Pin It

Sunday, 17 September 2006

WOOHOO!! Amazing Race 10!!

GAME ON! Amazing Race 10 started tonight and I am LOVIN’ it already!!!

Here’s my take on the teams:

Bilal and Sa’eed:

These guys are best friends. They are EXTREMELY religous and almost every scene involves them praying or praising Allah. They stop to pray ALOT along the route. They will be one of the first to be eliminated. 9:11 pm: Edited to add: I TOLD you they would be one of the first! They ARE the first! LMAO!!

David and Mary:

Holy REDNECKS batman!!! She has never been outside of the State of Kentucky! LMAO! This couple should be funny to watch. I have to give her credit on eating those fish eyeballs though!

Duke and Lauren:

A father and daughter team…except in Dad’s eyes, she’s on the WRONG team. He started crying when stating that his daughter was gay. She had to take over while he sobbed and advised that she had just come out of the closet!

Dustin and Kandice:

Miss California and Miss New York. Typical blondes. Not going very far. Sorry guys.

Tyler and James:

Best friends. They have been through rehab and are now models. I can see why…they’re pretty hot. Unforch, I don’t think they’ll get too far in the game.

Rob and Kimberly:

They are dating. But if tonight is any indication, not for long. She is a bitch. I can just tell.

Peter and Sarah:

AWWWWW!!! They are just “friends” but I see more in their future! How cool is it that she has an artificial leg and he MAKES artificial limbs! AWWW! I like this couple!

Lyn and Karlyn:

Best friends. I like these two. They are just…cute. I’d like to see them do well. I’m gonna have to watch a little longer before predicting their future (or lack thereof)

Kellie and Jamie:

Best friends. Airheads. Not gonna make it very far. And get RID of those scarves you tarts!

Tom and Terry:

Dating. LMFAO! Can they BE any fruitier? They jump up and down like cheerleaders and they sound like they sucked a WHOLE helium balloon. They will be good for some laughs though!

Erwin and Godwin:

Brothers. They got into trouble at the airport for shooting people with water guns. Lame-Os who should be in front of a computer, playing anime games, not competing in The Amazing Race. These two bug me.

Vipul and Arti:

Married. He speaks perfect English with absolutely NO HINT of an Indian accent…until he says his wife’s name. It is HILARIOUS! Watch for it….you can’t miss it. Pin It

Wednesday, 13 September 2006


A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”

God said, “Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have todo anything but sing and smile to be happy.”

God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”

Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand whenpeople talk to me if I don’t know the language?”

God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet wordsyou will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel willteach you how to speak.”

“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach youhow to pray.”

“Who will protect me?”

God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking itslife.”

“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”

God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teachyou the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earthcould be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leavenow, please tell me my angel’s name.”

“You will simply call her, “Mom.” Pin It

Sunday, 10 September 2006

Matthew Michael Flocco

How proud Sheila and Michael Flocco must have been of their boy, Matthew. I didn’t know him, but from what I have seen and read, I wish I did.

Matthew was 21 years young, in the prime of his life. A time when life should have been just beginning. He was stationed at the Pentagon on 9/11. He was proud to serve his country. His parents rested easy, “knowing” that their son was in one of the safest places he could be, rather than be on a ship somewhere, with the threat of being hit by a torpedo. Gosh, if they only knew…

I found this memorial on the website that was created in his honour:

Matthew M. Flocco, AG2, Second Class Petty OfficerSon of Michael and Sheila Flocco of Brookside Park, Delaware

On September, 11, 2001 the Pentagon attack happened about an hour after the first of two hijacked planes struck the World Trade Center in New York City, taking as one of their victims, Matthew M. Flocco, as reported by The News Journal Local News.

The article goes on further to report; “Flocco, 21, died when a hijacked jet crashed into the part of the Pentagon where he worked. A Navy weather expert, he was three years into a five-year tour of duty.”

Flocco’s parents said “he was proud to have been posted at the Pentagon. An admiral hand-picked him for the job after he scored first in his class in meteorology,” they said.

Friends have established a memorial fund at Wilmington Trust. Flocco loved baseball, and friends said they hope to use the money to build a baseball field or sponsor Little League activities in his name.

To Matthew’s parents…my prayers are with you on this difficult day. I have two sons and I cannot imagine the pain you both must feel.

Please remember Matthew and his family in your prayers today. Another innocent victim taken from the world much too soon.

Rest in Peace Matthew. Know that we will NEVER forget that day…EVER. Pin It

Saturday, 9 September 2006

I HEART Paulie Junior

American Chopper RULES and Paulie Junior is HOT!

Just sayin’…. Pin It

Thursday, 7 September 2006

It never ceases to amaze me

how a song can literally transport you (in your mind) right back to a specific moment in time…like this one did for me… Sorry – for some reason, I can’t copy the code to embed the video here.

It brought me back to my high school dance, standing against the cafeteria table, trying to look sexy as Jeff Harding walked by. Praying he’d ask me to dance and absolutely DYING inside when he DID ask!!! (sigh…those were the days) Pin It

Monday, 4 September 2006

We had a long weekend?

The long weekend is over and I feel like it hasn’t even begun!!

From birthday parties to get togethers to movie dates to housecleaning, this weekend disappeared before it even began!

The weather SUCKED, which probably made it worse and morning/noon/night sickness makes LOOKING at food disgusting, let alone attempting to EAT food.

High Notes:

We took the kids to see “Monster House”. It was a cute movie and the kids enjoyed it. Best of all, we saw it in 3D, which made it all the more exciting!

I got all the maternity clothes that my neighbour and my friend lent me. I have nowhere to put the clothes, but at least it is clean and neatly piled on my rocking chair! LOL!

Low Notes:

The weather…cloudy and cold and drizzly ALL weekend.

Morning/noon/night sickness…non-stop nausea sucks.

And that is Labour Day Weekend, 2006. Pin It

Friday, 1 September 2006

The awesome sound and feel of a fighter jet

This weekend, Labour Day Weekend, is the Canadian National Airshow at the CNE. Every year, a couple of days before the show, the airplanes fly over Pearson International Airport, practising, I guess.

I am lucky enough to work in an office DIRECTLY across the street from the airport, so I get a free look from my window!

Just now, a fighter jet zoomed over us and the sound was unbelievable! It shook the building! The power is just amazing!

There’s a HUGE grey military plane parked smack dab in the middle of the airport…I assume it is also part of the air show.

I’m hoping to get a look at the snowbirds today. They are pretty awesome too! Pin It

Monday, 28 August 2006

Back to school

Thank GOODNESS, it’s almost that most WONDERFUL time of the year when the kidlets head back to school!

I’m not even a stay-at-home-mom, but I do suffer the consequences of kids who are bored and have spent way too much time together.

Each evening, when I come home from work, (exhausted from the hormonal rages that thrash through my veins) I am greeted by, “MOM!!! Boy Oneder said I’m a moron!” or “MOM!!! Middleman touched my stuff!” These complaints continue on and off throughout the evening, until Hubster or I get to the point where we end up yelling at them and sending them to bed.

Their brains have become mush from the over-abundance of Game Cube and under-utilization of books. They are all off routine, going to bed after 11:00 pm and waking up after 10:00 am. I am all for enjoying the summer and laying back and relaxing, but by the last week of August, I am ready to kill them.

Boy Oneder is going into grade 5. I remember grade 5 as a pretty tough grade. Middleman is going into grade 2…still a cake walk. ;o)

And so, I begin the countdown to the 2006/2007 school year…HALLELUIAH! Pin It

It's days like these

where I seriously have to give my head a shake. What kind of world do we LIVE in? And I’m bringing another little baby into this messed up place?!

On my way to meeting with a client this morning, I was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic for about half an hour. The signs on the 401 showed that two left lanes were blocked at Kennedy Road…just where I had to get off the highway. I ended up getting off at Warden (the exit just before Kennedy) and being hormonal and pregnant, I cursed the entire way.

I got home tonight and started reading City TV’s Website and this is what I saw:

Suspect Charged After Alleged Bizarre Carjacking Spree
Wednesday August 23, 2006

It was anything but the usual rush hour for dozens of shocked drivers on the 401 Wednesday.

It started with a carjacking downtown and continued with multiple attempts at stealing more vehicles along the way in a desperate attempt to elude police.

The story begins around 7am at a downtown parking lot at Elizabeth and Gerrard, where a woman was getting out of her car heading for work. From out of a nowhere a man appeared, slashed her in the hands with a pair of scissors, got into her S.U.V. and roared away.

He hit the highway, but the road hit back, when the suspect was involved in a crash on the 401 eastbound collectors near Kennedy Road. But that didn’t stop him. He got out of the rolled over vehicle and ran towards a Mercedes Benz.

He attempted to carjack that expensive car, too, but he didn’t get away with it when other drivers intervened.

“It looked like he was trying to take that vehicle over,” claims witness George Badovinac. “I just got out of my vehicle and with another man’s help we pulled him out of the vehicle. He took a swing at me. I swung back. I hit him once, and then he ran south down Kennedy Road.”

That’s how the now bleeding suspect wound up at a nearby shopping mall, where police contend he made another try at boosting a new set of wheels with a driver still inside.

A second motorist responded to that crime in progress by honking his horn repeatedly to try to alert a nearby police cruiser.

“He start punching me in the head and the neck,” remembers Omid Morrobat. “And I reversed the punches back.”

Witnesses were shocked by what they saw next.

“We just heard the squeal of tires and a truck, like an S.U.V. came like squealing around the corner and we saw a guy fall off,” recalls Lindsay Craig. “It looked like he was trying to get into the car.”

But police finally caught up to their man and pinned the heavily tattooed suspect down near the car he’d been looking to swipe.

“We realized (the suspect) was hanging on to the Yukon and he fell off,” notes Theresa Zuppa. “He kind of ran around the cop car and tried to run away and then he
finally just put up his hands and the cops took him down.”

But still the drama wasn’t over. “They put him in the car, and then you could hear him yelling and screaming and then he kicked out the window of the cop car and then they got him out of the car again,” Craig marvels.

Police allegedly found drug paraphernalia at the scene, and they’ll be added to the charges facing 40-year-old Randy Smith. Among the others: robbery, assault with a weapon and dangerous driving.

Incredibly, no one was seriously hurt during the crime spree.

What was this loser THINKING? Unbelievable… Pin It

Tuesday, 22 August 2006

I'm a new woman!!

It’s amazing what one good night’s sleep will do for ya!

I slept like a LOG last night (thank you Gravol!). I woke up this morning, ready to face the day and whatever it threw at me!

Thank GOODNESS! Pin It

Monday, 21 August 2006

I'm so blue today

I’m fighting back the tears. I am SO tired, but I am not sleeping at night. I can barely function at work from the exhaustion.

I am seeing the doctor at 5:30 to see if there is anything I can safely take that will help me break the cycle. I went to bed at 11:00 last night, woke up at 1:00 and was up until after 3:00. I just can’t function like this anymore. Pin It

Saturday, 19 August 2006


I am so exhausted throughout the day that it takes every ounce of my being to stay awake. I am yawning like mad in the evenings and feel like crap. I go to bed anywhere between 10 and 11 and I PING off the walls.

My mind races…is the baby ok? Will I miscarry? What will we call it? Will my labour be an easy one again? How will Rosie adjust to a baby in the house? Over and over and over these thoughts go through my mind. I just can’t turn off the brain! Add Hubster's snoring to the mix and here I am, blogging at 12:34 am, when I have a garage sale to do tomorrow!

Speaking of garage sales…it’s supposed to rain all effing day tomorrow. Another thing to worry about. I paid $75.00 for an ad in the Toronto Star, so I expect tons of people, but I have NOWHERE to put the stuff if it rains! DAMMIT. I guess we’ll put a note on the door that it was cancelled due to pooor weather and try again next week.

Figures……. Pin It

Friday, 18 August 2006

Why I love Kate

She can write so well…click here to see what I mean.

I love you Katie!

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Thursday, 17 August 2006

Happy Birthday to ME!

Today, August 17th, I turn 37 years old. What a gift I got this year! Next year, I’ll be a Mom of three! Pin It

Wednesday, 16 August 2006

Garage sales are a SERIOUS business!!

Holy Cow!

We are having a garage sale this Saturday, so I placed an advertisement in the newspaper, which will run today, tomorrow and Friday.

I have already had TWO phone calls this morning and one man showed up to look at our records “pre-sale” at 10:00. I had no idea how seriously some people take these things.

The sale is on SATURDAY people. Leave me ALONE until then! Pin It

Tuesday, 15 August 2006

Secret Revealed

We are shocked, but thrilled…

(Ticker removed as it was outdated)

Praying for a healthy baby…wishing for a little girl!

More details when I have time to type them out! Pin It

Monday, 14 August 2006

I have a BIG secret I've been hiding

Tune in tomorrow for all the juicy details…


One hour and a half

That’s how long it took me to get home tonight. I left Markham at 5:00 and walked in my door at 6:25. Usually, it’s a twenty minute drive.

What’s different about tonight, you ask? Well, there was a little rain shower. Not a storm, a freakin’ spit of rain!!! The 407 was JAMMED and there was NO WAY I was going to pay money on a toll road to sit in traffic, so I got off at Keele. Keele was a NIGHTMARE. I went to Rutherford, looked east and saw it was a mess, so kept driving north to Major Mackenzie. It was a disaster as well.

I know that most of you reading this have NO IDEA where all these roads are, and I apologize, but I am just SO pissed that I had to sit in that traffic for NO REASON and blogging about it just made me feel better. GRRRRR! Pin It

Friday, 11 August 2006

It's always fun till SOMEBODY loses an eye

If you had seen me last night at about 9:00, I would not have been using this as a title.

Yesterday morning, we took the boys to the pet shop to get them a couple of fish. Walking back to the car, we passed a unit where they were doing construction. Two minutes onto the road, Middleman says he has something in his eye. I told him to pull his upper lid over his lower lid and that I would look at it when we got to a red light (Hubster was driving, but I couldn’t reach while moving). We got to the red light and I looked at his eye. I saw a small, white speck on his pupil, that looked like a paint chip.

We get home and it’s still on his pupil. I put visine in and tell him to move his eye around, but it is still stuck. We decide to go to the walk-in clinic. By the time the doctor saw us, the white thing was gone, but the doctor looked anyway. He used numbing drops and dye and saw that his eye was all scratched up and that something was still “embedded” in his eye. He suggests that we go to the emergency room to have it removed.

We head over to Emergency and see the biggest jerk. He was mean and cold. He checked Middleman's eye and wiped it with a q-tip. He said there was nothing there, but he would phone the opthamologist to get a follow up appointment. He sets the appointment for 8:30 this morning.

We get home at about 5:00 and Middleman gets HYSTERICAL from the pain. He is screaming and crying. Hubster decides to take him to our eye doctor.

Apparently, the dye had seeped into the back of his eye. Our eye doctor suspects that whatever got into his eye has scratched the cornea and penetrated the barrier behind the cornea. This will mean emergency surgery. He starts calling around to see if any of the specialists he knows can see us tonight and gets in touch with one AMAZING doctor.

Long story short, (I know, I know too late) his eye was NOT perforated (Thank God) and he is now on drops 4 times a day. His cornea is torn and very, very damaged. His eyesight is also very affected and he will have to be reassessed tomorrow afternoon.

Thank God….he’s OK. Pin It

Wednesday, 9 August 2006


I quit smoking today.

I feel like a HUGE bag of CRAP, so I decided now would be an good time to quit.

I went to the doctor today because I had a little cough, but it hurt SO bad in my chest, so I decided to get it checked out. Good thing I did. I have a chest, ear and throat infection. I am now on Biaxin (antibiotic), Flonase (nasal spray) and Flovent (a puffer). My chest is KILLING me and my throat feels SO dry. I have a fever, so I feel exhausted and my eyes burn.

I’m going back to bed now….zzzzzzzzz! Pin It

Tuesday, 8 August 2006

Life's purpose

I sometimes go through phases where I am looking for my life’s purpose. I am going through one of those phases right now. Why am I here? What is the reason for my existence? Is there a higher power guiding me? Where do we go when we die? Is there a Heaven? Do we reincarnate?

The questions are endless. There are days where I think, “Yeah…THAT’s why I’m here!” and then there are days like today, where I question everything. Unfortunately, there ARE no answers. Well, no answers that we can be SURE of. The Bible tells me that there is a Heaven. The Bible also tells me that there is a God. But, I am left to my own interpretation (or that of my Christian friends and family). NO ONE knows for sure.

Maybe we find out when we get to Heaven, if there IS a Heaven…LOL! Until then, I will continue seeking answers and questioning everything about life. Pin It

Monday, 7 August 2006

My name is Dawn and I am a blogoholic

In my search for help with my little “problem”, I came across the 12-step program for Alcoholics Anonymous and thought I’d tweak them a little to deal with my blog addiction.

*Please note…this is not intended to poke fun at or demean the AA program at all. Surviving and conquering addiction is something to be extremely proud of and is a very difficult and lifelong task. This post is just for fun.*

The 13 Suggested Steps of Blogoholics Anonymous:

1. Admit you are powerless over your blog–that your life has become unmanageable.
2. Come to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore you to sanity.
3. Make a decision to turn your will and your life over to the care of God as we understand Him.
4. Make a searching and fearless moral inventory of yourself.
5. Admit to God, to yourself and to another human being, the exact nature of your wrongs.
6. Be entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly ask Him to remove your shortcomings.
8. Make a list of all persons you have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.
9. Make direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10. Continue to take personal inventory and when you are wrong, promptly admit it.
11. Seek, through prayer and meditation, to improve your conscious contact with God, as you understand Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for you and the power to carry that out.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, try to carry this message to blogoholics, and practice these principles in all your affairs.
13. Turn off the DAMNED computer! Pin It

Well that's an hour and a half of my life I'll never get back

that I’ll never get back.

Hubster and I took the kids to see Barnyard today. What a load of crap.

The animation is not very good, the story line is very dull and I don’t think the voices really matched the characters that well.

I cried when Ben died, but there was a song in that scene about Dads and it just brought my Dad’s memories right back to me.

The songs were good and the one scene with the fat rat singing “Bombastic” was good.

The rest of the movie was a big disappointment. Don’t waste your money. Pin It

Sunday, 6 August 2006

OK Mother Nature...NOT funny.

So it started with the robins . I was really excited about them, even though they made a HECK of a mess on our porch and we STILL can’t fix the light because they damaged the wiring.

Then we had the sparrows. I didn’t blog about them, but they made a nest in our backyard, and were the cutest little things.

Then there were the wasps yesterday. UGH…they are already rebuilding in the bird house and Hubster will have to work his magic again when he gets home. They are NASTY.

Now, we have a new guest. I affectionately refer to him as Pepee. You know, as in Pepee Le PEW?

Yes my friends, a skunk has chosen our deck as his den. The smell is not too bad YET, but it IS noticable. I have a few estimates at about $250.00 to come and take him away, but there is the little problem of him returning. So, the pest control companies want $12.00 per linear foot to dig a trench and install mesh under the ground so the little effer can’t get back under there. We have spoken with our neighbours, and since they also have a deck, I think Hubster and Eddie may just dig the trench and install the mesh themselves.

I don’t understand what it is about OUR house that attracts these creatures. I was quite flattered when the little, harmless, NON-smelly and NON-stinging birdies arrived, but the wasps and the skunk HAVE to go. I mean, skunks are kinda cute, but they have no place under my deck!!

I have a radio playing out there to disturb his sleep (they are nocturnal) and I bang my feet on the deck every half hour, hoping that he will go and find somewhere else to curl up. UGH!!!!!

Why me??? Pin It

Saturday, 5 August 2006

Shudder, gasp, shiver

Take a look at this ugly mo-fo!:

Now, imagine him and about 500 or so of his closest friends, making a home in the bird house that Boy Oneder made. They were literally ALL over the outside of the house, going in and out of the little door. It was my worst nightmare. My skin is STILL crawling just thinking about it.

Now, take a look at my hero:

And his weapon of mass destruction:

Together, Hubster and his Raid destroyed an entire bird house full of hideous yellow jackets and this:

was the aftermath!

And so my friends, the moral of the story today is:

Don’t MESS with Hubster and his weapon of mass destruction! Pin It


You can’t freakin’ get away from it. My hotmail account is INUNDATED with it, my gmail account is getting hit and now, my blog is getting hit!

Yesterday, I had to turn off comments from work because my firewall wouldn’t let me delete the dumb-dumb’s penny stock comment from my blog. I deleted it as soon as I came home. I have the word verification turned on and still, this low-life was able to spam my blog! GRRR!

I also believe that my hotmail account was hacked last week. Someone messaged my friend with some really nasty comments. I have now stopped using that hotmail account and after three emails, have yet to hear back from MSN. Glad to see they give a rat’s a$$ about their customers’ safety. Whatev….

So, I guess Spam is now an inevitable part of our internet lives. What I want to know is how these spammers make money. Everyone I know just deletes all those viagra, penis enlargement and horny housewife messages, so why do they bother? Can you IMAGINE what a wonderful world this would be if these morons were to put their computer saavy to some GOOD use?

Get a life Spammers! And stay away from MY blog. Pin It

Thursday, 3 August 2006

The saga continues

Well, the Trustee from hell has responded and I have replied back…

Hi Mrs ********, I have a saved voice mail message that you left at
my home the day after our meeting.

With respect to taking credit, I clarified that with a follow up
message to everyone. In fact I heard that comments were made to members of
the community crediting people who had nothing to do with this matter.
That is unfair to everyone who was really part of the solution.

The only messages I do not return are the ones never left.

I went as far as meeting with your husband and neighbors one night
to discuss the solution and it was agreed that we would work on moving
the portables. However doing that would require municpal approvals. It
would be irresponsible as the representative of this community if we were to
do something against required protocol. By going against this would
have costed tax payers alot more money and that would be irresponsible.

The reality is this, you have knowingly purchased backing onto a
school site and need to accept that there might be disturbances, but that
is likely why the builder sold the homes for less.

I am sorry if you are offended by my comments but I take great
exception to your comments after all the personal unfounded remarks made.

My response:

Mr. ********.

I spent the last couple of days pondering how to respond to your email
and I have come to the realization that no matter what I say, you will twist it
somehow, but I will take my chances and respond anyway.

“With respect to taking credit, I clarified that with a follow up
message to everyone.”

You clarified what? A follow up message to whom? I don’t understand
your point with this statement. Please provide me with a copy of this follow up

“In fact I heard that comments were made to members of the community crediting people who had nothing to do with this matter. That is unfair to everyone who was really part of the solution.”

I gave credit to those who were involved, as per my last email. What
members of the community? The only members I have spoken to are my neighbours.

“The only messages I do not return are the ones never left.”

Catchy quote, but you said you were returning my call, so in order to
“return” a call, a call must have been left, no? Don’t know where you were going
with this statement.

“I went as far as meeting with your husband and neighbors one night to
discuss the solution and it was agreed that we would work on moving the portables. However doing that would require municpal approvals. It would be irresponsible as the representative of this community if we were to do something against required protocol. By going against this would have costed tax payers alot more money and that would be irresponsible.”

With your “extensive” political background, I find it hard to believe
that you didn’t know that I had options. I was able to get municipal approvals,
why couldn’t you? Or better yet, why couldn’t you have offered me solutions that
were readily available? Too much work?

“The reality is this, you have knowingly purchased backing onto a school site and need to accept that there might be disturbances, but that is likely why the builder sold the homes for less.”

Not that my personal finances are any of your business or should affect whether or not you do your job a Trustee, actually Mr. ********, the “reality” is that I paid MORE for my house to back on the school, not less. Perhaps your 20 years of appraising skills are a little rusty. Check your facts before you throw out insults. Furthermore, why you would even bring this up as a point eludes me. Where in ANY of my correspondence did I EVER mention that the problem was disturbance in relation to my property? This is and has always been a safety issue. The portables are technically closer to my property now than they would have been had they been placed smack dab in the middle of the school yard as the Site Plan stated, so I would appreciate it if you would drop this point completely. It is completely irrelevant.

“I am sorry if you are offended by my comments but I take great exception to your comments after all the personal unfounded remarks made.”

None of my remarks were unfounded. I based my remarks on your behaviour
(and lack thereof).

You have had ample opportunity to step up and for whatever reason, you
have chosen not to. Hopefully, this November’s election will give me and my
fellow community members the opportunity to elect a School Board Trustee who
will live up to their slogans and represent the **** ******** District School
Board appropriately.

Sigh…this IS kinda fun. It’s so easy to poke holes in his statements…and he keeps giving me ammunition to work with. Pin It

Wednesday, 2 August 2006

The numbers game

{August 2, 2006} The Numbers Game…
I’ve always had issues with people who put emphasis on numbers when it comes to age. There are VERY immature 40 year olds and VERY mature 16 year olds. So why do some people make such a big deal about age?

I understand that there has to be a law as far as things like drinking and smoking, but in all other aspects, I think that decisions should be up to the parent. A parent knows their child best.

Boy Oneder is 10. We often say he is an “old soul”. He is wise beyond his years (by this, I don’t mean he is more intelligent than the average 10 year old, but that he is very mature for his age). He doesn’t like hanging with the kids when we visit friends. He is always the one kid sitting at the table with the adults. He takes part in what most of society would consider adult conversations. Now, we are very careful with what we say, but we let him participate.

Middleman, on the other hand, is your typical 7 year old. He has no desire to be with the adults (that’s “boring”) and to talk to him about anything other than power rangers or gamecube is a complete waste of time.

Mollie is a 17 year old girl who I met over the internet. She is a lovely, lovely girl. I find her to be very mature for her age and alot of times, I feel like I am chatting with a friend my age. She is intelligent, BEAUTIFUL and she is a Christian. She is NOT your typical 17 year old.

She was in a chat room the other day on Blog Explosion and someone over there threatened to file a complaint because she was under 18. The chatroom says that it is for adults only, but the program they use turns ALL curse words into **’s anyway. No one else has an issue with her being there, so WTF is this person’s problem? Do they have NOTHING better to do with their time than chase away under 18’s? Mollie turns 18 in three months anyway!

So, whoever you are, leave Mollie alone. If you were a regular member of the Adults Only chatroom, you would know that there is nothing going on that she or any other minor can’t see anyway! Get a life and leave my girl alone! Pin It

Tuesday, 1 August 2006

Just when I thought the battle was over

the portables keep coming back to haunt me…well, not the portables, but our lame, good for nothing LOSER of a School Board Trustee.

I received this email when I returned to work yesterday:

Hi Dawn, I havn’t heard back from you since I returned your call the
day after our meeting. Since I have not heard back, I am assuming that you are pleased with the outcome I got for you. (SIGNED BY TRUSTEE)

Notice the misspelling of the word “haven’t”…but, I digress. He copied the Superintendant of Schools, the Mayor of my City, my City Councillor and the principal of the school.

After I picked my jaw up off the floor and dealt with the rage of an angry bull, I composed this reply (and yes…I replied to all, but I also added the Director of Education for the Board as well):

Mr. ********…

Firstly, I don’t recall receiving a telephone call from you after the
meeting, but that’s irrelevant in this situation.

Am I pleased with the outcome YOU got for me? PLEASE…you had nothing to do with this outcome. In fact, you hindered the whole thing by not getting back to me in the first place. I called you several times prior to the end of the school year and was told by you that you would take care of everything and not to worry. I waited and finally, you told me to let the portables be delivered and that we would deal with it after the fact. This was not acceptable, as we all knew that once the portables were placed, they would not be moved. Your suggestion was one that would have cost the Board and taxpayers alot of money, and needlessly put children at risk in the interim.

I was forced to take matters into my own hands. You advised that it
was impossible to do anything about the portables this year and bascially, washed your hands of the situation.

I’m pleased with the outcome that I worked very hard to achieve. I was successful in obtaining last minute approval to do a deputation to the City in order to facilitate a meeting between the Board and the City, in hopes of getting an amendment to the Site Plan, prior to the portable placement.

So, sorry…you had nothing to do with this whatsoever. I take great exception to your manipulation of the truth.I was extremely disappointed in the way you handled this situation from the beginning, and to receive this email now, where you take credit for this outcome, is personally insulting, as I did this singlehandedly. I am just a parent, who saw a dangerous situation and felt compelled to step up to
the plate.

I remember thinking, that if you were a reflection of how the **** ******** District School Board handles this type of situtation, I would be
appalled. Luckily, when I turned to **** ********, I found him to be
courteous and open to my ideas, restoring my faith in the **** ******** District School Board.

Let me take this opportunity to offer some “friendly” advice. Given the
fact that you are Trustee, a position that should embody the utmost integrity, and your ability to help those in need, especially children, I would suggest that you channel your energy towards actually helping these people, rather than spending your time taking credit for things that you have not done and never had any intention of doing, or blaming others and passing the buck.

As a final note, I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank
Mr. **** ********, Mr. **** *******, Mr. ***** ******** and Mr. ******* ******* (all of the people he copied in his email, the mayor, as noted above) for recognizing this issue as a serious threat on student and community safety and for taking the time to resolve this issue in a manner that was satisfactory to all stakeholders (and for putting the KIDS FIRST!) Kids First is his “slogan”

Mr. ********, in the future, keep in mind that your actions are a
reflection of the **** ******** District School Board. With that said,
govern yourself accordingly.

How this man is still the School Board Trustee is beyond me. Elections are this November and you can be DAMNED SURE that I will be voting for his opponent, who MUST be able to do something more than this piece of work.

Wonder what his response will be…he is not a man to let someone else, especially a WOMAN, have the last word…I’ll keep ya posted! Pin It

Monday, 31 July 2006

New job, new start

I have worked for the same GREAT company for 9 1/2 years now. I started working in the Customer Service Department, part time, on January 27th, 1997, after completing a 6 month maternity leave with Boy Oneder. I had previously worked for lawyers and absolutely HATED it. I needed a less-stressful job now that I was a new Mom.

I worked part time for about 3 years and then moved to another Customer Service Department, where I worked for about two years. I then moved up to the Client Training Department. I worked there for 2 years and then I joined the Relationship Sales Centre (”RSC”) in January, 2004. I started out as an Inside Sales Rep with no prior sales experience, except my Mary Kay sales. I quickly learned the ropes with 9 other new reps (the RSC was a brand new department) and in January, 2005, I was promoted to Team Leader for the Eastern Region. I had ten people who reported to me and I loved every minute of it. We grew and grew and just before Joanne died, I was managing 16 people…16 AWESOME people.

After Joanne died, I went on short term disability, to help my brother-in-law get things in order and to spend some time with my Mom, who desperately needed my support, as she was still reeling from my Dad’s death, less than 2 years earlier.

When I returned to work on May 1st, things were VERY different. There were alot of new faces and alot of the old faces had left. My heart just wasn’t in it anymore.

So I applied for the position which I start tomorrow…Conversions Specialist. I will eventually be working from home and I am really looking forward to working directly with clients again.

I will miss my friends in the RSC dearly…some of them are as close to me as family. My boss was wonderful and taught me so very much.

Thank you to all of my RSC pallies….especially those, you know who you are, who have been exceptionally wonderful to me throughout this whole ordeal. I will never forget your kindness. Thanks for the memories, the fun, the laughs, the hugs and the support…I am forever indebted to all of you.

“Keep it real my peeps!” LOL! Pin It

Saturday, 29 July 2006


I have done ALOT of volunteering in my days. I started when I was 12, volunteering at an old folks’ home. I met so many wonderful people, who have left an imprint on my heart that will last forever.

When I was 19, I became a Big Sister. Melinda, my 5 year old “little sister” came from a broken home and needed some one-on-one attention, and I was glad to give it. We remained together for 5 years and then I got married and moved away from Brampton, so we lost touch. I miss her still to this day.

I was a Breastfeeding Companion to new moms, where I was available to answer questions and alleviate those first time mom fears. I loved every minute of it.

I was involved in my boys’ school council for four years, until the gossip and pettiness of the others involved broke my spirit. I now volunteer when I can in their classrooms.

I am so glad that the Ontario Board of Education now makes volunteer work mandatory for high school students to get their diploma. There are far too many people out there who are eager to TAKE, but are waaaay too slow to give.

And so, the PSA of the day is: “Volunteer today…you never know when YOU will be the one who needs someone else to volunteer for you.”

Thank you Mollie for letting me be a part of this wonderful day…I am proud and honoured to have had an opportunity to participate in a wonderful idea. Good luck staying up all night! I’ll try to get on MSN for at least a little while to try to keep you up!HUGS and PRAYERS for a great night! Pin It

Wednesday, 26 July 2006

So Lance Bass is gay and Oprah is not

or was it that Oprah is gay and Lance Bass is not?

I just can’t keep up with all the celebrity goss lately! Each morning, I swear I will NOT look at celebrity gossip today and every day, I give in. It’s like a train wreck…I don’t WANT to look, but

I CAN’T look away!!

I have several of the big celeb goss blogs bookmarked…

Perez-Hilton He was on Howard Stern this morning and he is really quite funny!

Pink is the New Blog I love Trent. He makes me laugh with his little speech and thought bubbles and I LOVE the way he puts “holla bitches” on some of the baby shots…hilarious!

Celebrity Baby Blog This blog is cool. It’s all about celebs and their pregnancies/babies/children. Some really great photos and interesting stories.

Bullet Proof Bracelets Diana really makes me laugh. She has some really funny ways to put things and I always surf away from her blog with a smile on my face.

Purpleolf Blog Humanizing Celebrities I am really disappointed in this blog. Erin just up and left and the blog has not been updated since July 18th. I really liked this blog and I am sad that she just left like that.

So now, you know my dirty little secret…I LOVE celebrity gossip. I can’t help it. That’s just the way it is.

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Sunday, 23 July 2006

For Joanne

It has been almost six months since my only sibling, my little sister, Joanne, was killed instantly in a snowmobile accident. I’m missing her so much and the guilt of words unsaid, or words that should never have been said, is all-consuming.

I pray each night that she will now know that all those words, both said and unsaid, were out of love…a deep love between sisters that only sisters understand. I find that I am fighting off the tears more now than when she was first killed. She made such an impact on so many people and it is only in her death that I realize how special she was.

Tonight, I wrote this poem for her. Usually, my poems flow abundantly, but this is the first poem that has come to me since her death. I guess I had put up a barrier in my heart. Tonight, this poem flowed…

I wish you could come back to me,
If only for a while.
I wish I could hug you just once
And see your pretty smile.

There was so much just left unsaid,
So much we had to do.
So many dreams left unrealized
I’m left here without you.

The ups and downs were hard to take,
We fought alot it’s true.
But underneath the arguments
Were just different points of view.

I miss your laughter and your jokes.
The way you sang out loud.
I even miss your lectures
Oh my gosh, you made me proud.

I never really told you
How much you meant to me.
I wish with all my heart and soul
That now you truly see.

Every day’s a struggle now,
You’re always on my mind.
I wish that I was with you now
And not here, left behind. Pin It
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