Friday, 31 December 2010

Last post of 2010

And, most appropriately, I am typing this post from my Susie...my new IPad.

Last night, Joe and I went on our first date in months. We used the tickets that he bought me for Christmas to see "Rock of Ages". It was beyond amazing. We laughed our butts off and sang like champs through the whole show. Unbelievably amazing.

2010 was a fairly uneventful year as far as I can remember, but tomorrow, plan to go back in time on my blog and post 2010 highlights, so something may stand out then.

I want to wish each and every one of you a fantastic New Years Eve and a healthy and wealthy 2011. May all your dreams come true. Pin It

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Horrified.

That's the only word I can use to describe how I felt at about 7:30 tonight. I won't be able to describe it properly enough for you to understand the feeling I had at that moment, but I will try my best.

I went to the local Metro to pick up a few groceries and on my way out to my car, I heard some commotion...an Aisian man was yelling at his son, who was in his arms, and the little boy was crying. The man, who I assume was the father put the little boy, about 3 years old, in the front seat of his BMW SUV and smacked him...not sure what body part was hit, but he smacked him hard.

At this point, I watched, stunned. The man walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. What I saw next made me physically sick. The man, with closed fist, PUMMELLED the little boy...ten or more times. When I say "pummelled", I mean closed fist, UFC fighting style punching. At that moment, I truly had an out of body experience and something, mother's instinct maybe? kicked in. I was about 5 parking spots away from his car. Before my brain could comprehend what my legs were doing, I was at his car, opening his passenger door, where that poor little man sat in the front seat, hyperventilating, tears streaming down his little face, looking terrified. I screamed at the guy to stop and that what he was doing was child abuse. I told him I would call the police and that this was wrong. He yelled something in Chinese to his boy and came to the passenger side. He unbuckled the little boy's seat belt, all the while gritting his teeth and spewing something in Chinese to the boy. He held the boy tightly and angrily as he circled around to the driver's side, where he put the boy in the backseat (in his carseat) and buckled his harness. All the while, the man was spitting words in Chinese.

He never spoke a word of English and looked at me once during the minute or two ordeal. I swear, he thought the reason I confronted him was because he put the boy in the front seat with no carseat. As he was putting the child into his carseat, I was calling 911. I was hysterical, thinking of this poor child who would surely receive the beating of a lifetime once he got home because I had called the father out on his horrendous act. I was, luckily, able to give the 911 operator his licence plate and was able to function enough (barely) to explain the situation. God bless her, she was SO calm. I was crying and honestly thought I was going to throw up. She assured me that she would have the police out immediately and asked if she could call me later if necessary. Of course, I agreed and gave her my home phone number.

After about five minutes of sobbing in my car, I finally gained enough composure to take the short (1 km) drive home. Because I had watched him, I saw that he had actually turned INTO my subdivision as opposed to taking the main road out, so I decided to try and see if any of the side streets held his SUV. There must be a hundred streets in this damned subdivision, so it was like finding a needle in a haystack. I prayed that someone, Joanne, Dad, SOMEONE would lead me in the right direction, but after about ten minutes, I realized it was a losing battle.

As I walked in the front door with my groceries, eyes still swollen from crying, my home phone was ringing..."Private Name, Private Number" read my call display...I knew it was the 911 operator before I even answered. She asked me how far I lived from Metro. I told her "2 minutes". She asked if I minded going back to Metro because there were police officers there that wanted me to make a statement. I agreed wholeheartedly and asked if they had found him yet. She told me the SUV was registered to a business, but they were doing all they could to find him as quickly as possible.

I gave a quick excuse to MIL and headed back out to Metro. I met two officers there, who asked me what seemed like a BAZILLION questions and then asked me to sit in the squad car to give a recorded statement. It was scary to sit in a police car, but the one officer was so kind...he let me sit in the front seat while he waited outside, I think, just so I wouldn't feel like a criminal.

I told the officer all I could remember, as he tape recorded my statement and then they told me I may be called if it was necessary to go to Court. Just as I was about to get into my van to come home, they told me they had the guy and the boy. He lived in the subdivision and that they were taking care of it. They also told me that at first check, there were no marks on the boy...praise the Lord. I'm not sure whether this guy was hitting the seat or the boy, but believe me when I say he was in a fit of rage and his fists were connecting with SOMETHING.

On the way home, I saw the 3 police cars. I saw where this poor excuse for a human being lives. I felt physically sick again, knowing he lives in my subdivision.
To think that even if he hit the seat the way he did, that little boy must have been TERRIFIED...of his own father. OMGosh I feel sick just typing it out again.

The only reason I will rest tonight is because I know the police got him. If, by chance, there was no physical abuse, the mental abuse suffered by a three year old boy whose father punched TEN times in a fit of rage, mere inches from his face, is enough for me.

The thing that makes me most sick is that the officers told me tonight that I was the minority. They told me that these incidents happen ALL the time, but very few people come forward...out of fear, out of the inconvenience of having to go to Court. That makes me SICK. My brain didn't even tell me what to do tonight...I just DID it. To think that there is ONE person in this world who would have witnessed what I did and not step forward is vile. Absolutely vile.

I hope that justice is served on that man. I hope that the sweet little angel whose eyes begged me for help tonight is sleeping peacefully, safely. I hope that ONE of you reading this tonight will step up and do the right thing, even if it's scary. SOMEONE has to protect the innocent.

If I hear anything from the police, I'll update you. In the meantime, please pray for that little sweet man. I can't imagine his fear. Pin It

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

It's over...almost.

Christmas has been a whirlwind of activity. Holy cow.

After our great Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we spent our Boxing Day afternoon with BIL and Patricia and their clan. We had a lovely turkey dinner and stuffed ourselves silly. The kids (all nine of them) had a blast playing together and the adults had some great chat time. I have lots of pics to share, but my feet are too tired to walk to the hallway to get my camera, so they will have to be uploaded tomorrow.

Yesterday was neighbs day at our house. At 4:00, alllll of the clan of neighbs were invited over for drinks. All together, there are 29 of us, but some were sick and couldn't come. It seems EVERYONE has been sick this Christmas. :o( Anyway, we missed those who couldn't come, but the 18 of us who were here had a great time. What was supposed to be a quick get together for an hour or two ended up being 7 hours of fun. We had tons of snacks and cookies and ended up ordering two party sized pizzas at 9:30, which were DEVOURED before the boxes hit the table. LOL. Good, good times.

Today was MY Christmas dinner. I cooked up a turkey with all the fixins' and our dear friends, Kath and Bru and their great daughters joined us. We ate like pigs and then played a game of "Wits and Wagers" that they had brought with them...what a GREAT game! We always, ALWAYS have a good time with Kathy and Bruno...they are like sister and brother to us.

Threepeat has been out of sorts for a week now. After the initial three day fever, he has had a minor cough, but he hasn't (until today) eaten much more than a bite or two of every meal. Today, he turned the corner appetite-wise and had two pieces of toast for breakfast, two healthy portions of turkey dinner for lunch/dinner, popcorn, an apple and three cookies. BUT...he is still cranky, whiny, fussy and just plain miserable. For the last three days, he has disappeared into the family room, and promptly fallen asleep on the couch for two hours. I hope today is the last day of the miserable Threepeat and that tomorrow, preschool will bring back my happy little man!

We haven't had our Christmas with Hubster's sister and family yet because the boys have been sick and we can't take the chance that Mike, our BIL, who is suffering from lung cancer, would catch anything from the kids. They are coming over on Sunday for our Christmas dinner with them. I guess it will end up being a Christmas/New Year's dinner!

Tonight, Boy Oneder and Hubster are at hockey practice and this is the first time I have sat down on the couch in 4 days. I haven't even worked in my new Ipad yet!!!

Work tomorrow...as much as it's nice to have four days off, I must admit, I am looking forward to a bit of a routine again...I am wiped OUT! Pin It

Saturday, 25 December 2010

Christmas Joy...

First and foremost, Merry, MERRY Christmas to all of my friends! I hope your day is as wonderful as mine is so far! Our festivities began last night. Mum came over at about 4:00 and we had MIL's traditional fish dinner. The kids are allowed to open one gift each, the one from Great-Granny in England. She always sends me money for the boys and I put a gift under the tree from her. Boy Oneder's gift was the new Bop It Bounce. He's already a pro! Look:

video

Middleman got Pictureka and we all boggled our eyes for a bit while we played a game! Threepeat got Zoobles, which he has been asking for every time he sees it on TV.

Hubster handed me a small box and I was anticipating a gag gift...an empty box, something for him...I'm really a grateful person, but based on my birthday experience, and because he was laughing and SO bent on giving me that gift on Christmas Eve, I really thought I would be gravely disappointed. Of course, as always, Hubster-Extraordiniare proved me wrong. I love you Babe. Remember that for MY birthday, he wrapped up Season 2 of Dexter (HE watches Dexter, not me) and it wasn't funny! Anyway, the gift ended up being fantastic. Two tickets (for he and I) to see "Rock of Ages" on December 30th. I was so thrilled.

We went to bed at about 10:00 after leaving cookies and milk for the big guy. This morning, I had to wake Threepeat up at 7:40 and he STILL didn't want to go downstairs. Boy Oneder finally woke him up and we headed downstairs to begin the gift opening.



The kids were well pleased with everything and it was a fantastic morning. The most exciting part of the day was when I opened the big box from Hubster. Again, since he had given me such a great gift the night before, I assumed this one would be another gag. But, to my complete surprise, inside that big box was a little box. Inside the little box was... MY IPAD!!!!

He even had the back engraved for me!

I was totally surprised and completely thrilled. What an AWESOME gift!

My gift to Hubster and the two older boys was a laptop table each and a 2 hour flight on an F-18 simulator...check THIS out!

Mum took the three kids to see Yogi Bear this afternoon, so Hubster and I are enjoying the short-lived quiet. I have a roast beef in the oven and MIL made a lasagne, so we will eat like royalty tonight! Again, Merry Christmas my friends. Enjoy this blessed time with your loved ones!

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Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Well, that's a WRAP!!

I have officially completed my 2010 Christmas shopping. I stopped in at the local mall today to pick up $310.00 worth of gift cards and I am officially done spending money...much to Hubster's excitement!

I have about 75% of my stuff wrapped, so I am *nearly* ready for Christmas.

The boys are going to be THRILLED with their gifts this year...I think I covered all of the bases that needed to be covered and I got everything they wanted...except for Threepeat. He wants EVERYTHING. LOL.

I am working through the holidays...off on the 27th and 28th and half days on New Year's Eve and Christmas Eve.

Hoping that the two older boys, who have been really sick for the past few days, recouperate in time for Christmas and that Threepeat is spared. The high fevers and sore throats have really knocked my older boys' out for the count! Pin It

Monday, 20 December 2010

Tumbleweeds...



I'm sorry...I have been neglecting my blog lately....

I promise to try harder... Pin It

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

MIGRAINE!

Oh.my.goodness.

For about an hour today, I seriously thought I was going to die. Seriously.

I went to my Markham office this morning for a training session, with a bit of a headache, but nothing out of the orinary. The course started at 9:00.

By 10:00, the headache was worse, but still managable. By 11:00, my head was pounding. I had no Advil, no Motrin, no Tylenol. I felt sick it hurt so bad.

By the grace of God, the course ended half an hour early and I headed for home. The sun shining off of the wet ground made my head pound even more. I got in to my house at about noon and immediately took a 400 mg Motrin. I was shivering with cold, so I put on my bathrobe over my clothes and got into bed.

I tell you, I laid there and prayed to every Saint and every angel in heaven to make the pain go away. It was one of the worst migraines I have ever suffered. Truly excruiating pain. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was a 10.

About 40 minutes later, the pain had subsided. The entire time that the headache lasted, I thought I was suffering an aneurism...honestly...it was THAT bad. I contemplated having Hubster call 911, but it meant I would have to get up off the bed to get the phone to call him in his office in the basement.

I would not wish that pain on anyone...ever.

Thank God for Motrin. Pin It

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Whirlwind Weekend

It's Sunday night already...how the heck did THAT happen?

Today went especially quick..'.Boy Oneder's houseleague hockey game at 11:00, Middleman's hockey game at 12:00, visit to the in-laws at 3:00 and then Middleman's soccer game at 5:20. I stayed home while Hubster took the boys to Middleman's soccer game and wrapped some gifts. At 7:00, Boy Oneder has a select hocky practice.

Wow.

Yesterday was a moving day of sorts. We are nearly finished our basement and so, we spent most of the day moving stuff from our over-cluttered main kitchen upstairs to our newly (nearly done) kitchen in the basement. What a job! So much CRAP to move around!!

I am going to spend the next half an hour relaxing before Threepeat and Middleman get home...

Weekends fly by here. Sigh... Pin It

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

W-w-w-winter is h-h-h-here!

It is exceptionally cold outside this morning. The thermometer in my van reads -9*C, but it feel much colder than that! The snow that fell a couple of days ago is now crunchy and icy and it's just plain yucky.

I so hate winter. So, SO hate winter. It's dark in the morning, it's dark by 4:30 in the afternoon. It's just so depressing. No vacaction for us this year either. We are *this* close to completing our basement, so all of our money has been sucked into that project. I really love it and can't wait for it to be totally done, but I will certainly miss a vacation to break up the winter.

Not much to report on the homefront lately...we just keep keepin' on. I hope you are all well and not too cold! Pin It

Monday, 6 December 2010

CHAMPIONS!!!!

Boy Oneder's hockey team SWEPT the Motown Cup tourney in Dearborn, Michigan this weekend! They had 4 games and won them all!

We left at 10:00 am Friday and arrived at our hotel at about 4:00. We threw our suitcases into our rooms and then headed across the street to Fairlane Mall for a quick dinner. The boys played their first game at 7:05.

One a high from our win, we headed back to the hotel by about 9:00 and went straight to the pool area, where the boys swam and the parents drank. LOL. We ordered pizza and wings which the kids devoured before any of the adults even got a bite and then headed to our rooms by about 11:00.

Saturday morning, we all ate at the hotel buffet and then headed to our first game at 1:00. We kicked butt again and at this point, three other hockey moms and I headed to Best Buy and Target for a little Christmas shopping. I was a very good girl and spent less than $200.00. The other moms were not so thrifty...LOL! We got back to the hotel for 5:30...just in time for the bus to leave for our 7:05 game.

After another butt-kicking, we headed back to the hotel for about 9:00, where we met in a private room for a GREAT dinner. The kids pigged out and then headed down to the pool for about 15 minutes before it closed at 10:00 and then we all just hung out in the party room. Hubster and I were exhausted, so we had our family in bed by about 11:00.

Sunday morning, we had a wake up call at 8:00 and headed down for a light breakfast. We packed, checked out and headed to the final game at 11:30. The last game was a real nail-biter, but our boys pulled it off and took the championship 2-1. Boy Oneder, being the captain of the team, accepted the beautiful (and HEAVY) trophy on behalf of the team and they all received gorgeous medals! This team has worked SO hard to get to this point and they deserve every second of glory. WAY TO GO BOYS!

Our drive home was a real adventure. We left Michigan and went through Sarnia with no snow at all, but when we got to just before London, the heavens opened and the snow came down faster than you can even imagine. The roads were quickly ice and snow covered and the 401 was a disaster. We were travelling eastbound (thank God), and were stuck in slow traffic, but the carnage on the westbound 401 was incredible. At least 60 cars in accidents, in ditches, upside down...a jack-knifed tractor trailer blocking the entire highway...a MESS. I read this morning that no one was seriously injured (thank God) but you would never believe that seeing what we saw last night!

We finally arrived home at about 8:15 and I have never been so glad to be home.

I have some great photos and videos that I hope to upload tonight!

WAY TO GO DEVILS!!! Pin It

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Motown!

Da boyz and I are headed for the U S of A this weekend! Saaaaweet!! Just in time for a little Christmas shopping!

Boy Oneder and his hockey team have a tourney in Detroit this weekend. We leave at 9:00 am on Friday. The team rented a bus, which Boy Oneder will ride in whilst Threepeat, Middleman, Hubster and I follow behind in our car. We decided to take the car because there is NO way that Threepeat will sit quietly in a bus full of 14 year old boys. It will be a much more pleasant experience if he is safely strapped in his booster, watching several DVDs.

We play at 11:00 on Sunday morning, if they make it to the finals, so we should be home by Sunday afternoon.

I can't WAIT! Pin It

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 30

Day 30: A letter to yourself: tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

Dear Dawn:

I love your heart. You try really hard to help others in time of need and try to treat others as you would like them to treat you.

You are hardworking and dedicated, compassionate and kind. You have turned your life upside down for others and yet remain graceful about it...at least on the outside ;o)

You have beautiful eyes that look just like your Dad's and your smile is warm and friendly.

You have a beautiful singing voice and a real knack for poetry. You are a wonderful listener and have made a positive difference in many, many lives.

Your children are well-behaved and loving, smart and respectful.

You are a great person and I am glad that you are me!

Love,
Dawn
xoxo


What fun this 30 days of truth has been! Thought provoking and fun...I really enjoyed it. Thanks to all of you for reading along for the last thirty days.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled blogging... Pin It

Monday, 29 November 2010

30 Days of Truth -Day 29

Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.

Hmmm....so many things! The problem is that most of the things I want to change are fundamental to who I am and always have been, so change is unlikely.

I wish I was more patient.
I wish I was less angry...at everything...all the time.
I wish I was in a better place healthwise.
I wish I wasn't so lazy.

See? Tough things to change. Pin It

Sunday, 28 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 28

Day 28: What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

Well, chances are I won't GET someone pregnant...LOL...but if I WERE pregnant, I would be DEVASTATED. Seriously. I know that sounds awful, especially since there are SO many people out there who can't get pregnant, including several close friends of mine, but I am so done it hurts.

After Middleman, I prayed daily for a third child...I just was not complete. I needed a third child to complete me. I can't tell you the anguish I felt when Hubster was so adamantly against a third child. When I found out I was pregnant with Threepeat, I was overjoyed. Absolutely beside myself with thankfulness. I swore I would love every.single.second of my pregnancy, knowing it would be my last.

A few weeks after my positive test, I became possessed. Ask any of my friends, co-workers and family...I was pure evil. I laid in my bed at night, crying for my evil doings of the day, unable to stop myself from being such a horrendous person. It was like PMS times 1000. Thank God, I have wonderful friends and family, because otherwise, I would have NO friends now. *I* would not want to be friends with me after my horrible behaviour. But I simply couldn't help it...honest.

Anyway, after a horrendous pregnancy and a long labour, I brought home my little angel and loved on him every single second. But, I also realized very quickly that I am older, less patient and have much less energy than I did when I had Boy Oneder and Middleman. Threepeat is also a handful. He is so rambunctious and full of life that, with the older boys in extracurricular activities, I find it very difficult to keep up. If I had another child now, I truly think it would kill me.

So, I pray that if God feels that there is a baby that is meant to be mine, that He give that child to a family who so desperately wants one. Cuz I am D.O.N.E. Pin It

Saturday, 27 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 27

Day 27: What’s the best thing going for you right now?

Hmmmm....

A couple of things. I am so excited that I am back in touch with my "little sister". She bought her wedding dress on Thursday night, but before she decided, she asked me to come, along with her mother, grandmother and future maid-of-honour to see it. It was STUNNING and I can't wait to see her walking down the aisle as a princess!

Hope...I see an itty, bitty light at the end of my tunnel...things seem to be going well....(knock on wood and crossing fingers). Hope is a really, really good thing. Pin It

Friday, 26 November 2010

30 days of truth...day twenty-six

Day 26: Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?

Many, MANY times. Good thing I am a chicken and could never end things myself. I have had very low times in my life when I have BEGGED God to take me in my sleep, but thank God, those times pass. In the moment, in the depths of despair, when I am so depressed that I can''t lift my head off the pillow...those are horrible, sickening days.

But, but they are few and far between. I always crawl out of my hole, but sometimes, that hole is deep....reeeeeealllllyyyyyy deep. I know that my boys bring me out of those dark times...thank God for my boys. Pin It

Thursday, 25 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day twenty-five

Day 25: The reason you believe you’re still alive today.

The reason is twofold:

Luck

and

Only the good die young.

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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day twenty-four

Day 24: Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)

I made a playlist for my Daddy. I miss him so much and wish he was still here to give me advice and to be a part of my boys' lives. :o(

You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban - this song has such meaning for Mom and I. To this day, I am transported back in time to the weeks leading up to my Dad's death whenever I hear it. My brother-in-law, Mark, sang this song at his funeral.

I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston - This was my father/daughter dance at my wedding. Although it is really meant for lovers, the words make perfect sense for a father giving away his daughter as well.

Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler - This song was my sister's father/daughter dance at her wedding and the words are perfect for a daughter to sing to her Daddy.

To Where You Are - Josh Groban - A song about losing someone, but knowing they are just a breath away. Gorgeous, moving song.

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd - My Dad LOVED Pink Floyd and I think Comfortably Numb was his favourite.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light - Meatloaf - My Dad used to BLAST this song in our apartment when I was about 6 years old. Every time I hear it, I think of those happy days.

18 'Til I Die - Bryan Adams - Dad heard this song for the first time while he was battling leukemia. Until he got really ill, he truly was 18 years old in his mind. Pin It

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day twenty-three

Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life.

Hmmmm.....

This one's a tough one. There are many things I wish I had done, but I am still alive (for today anyway) so I still have a chance to do many of them.

I wish I had gone to University or College. I missed out on my later teen years because I went straight to a full-time job after high school. I wasn't the most studious girl in the world and I couldn't wait to get out of school, but now, I regret it.

I wish I had spent more time with my Dad and my sister. That is something I can't do now as they have both passed away, and although I am comfortable with my relationships with them while they were alive, I think I will always yearn for more time with them.

I wish I had worked harder on staying in shape while I was younger and had more time. Now that I have three boys to care for, finding time for myself is extremely difficult and when I DO get time to myself, the last thing I want to do is exercise.

Is there anything YOU wish you had done in your life? Pin It

Monday, 22 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day twenty-two

Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.

As I said in this post, I truly believe that we learn from mistakes and bad things as well as good things. But, one thing hasn't taught me anything that I can think of...I wish I had never started smoking. Nothing good has come of this horrible habit and the lesson of not to start is obviously learned too late once you start. Pin It

Sunday, 21 November 2010

30 Days of Truth -Day 21

Day 21: (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

This is a dumb question. I would absolutely call her, visit her at home or at the hospital if it was serious. Fights take a backseat to friendships. Pin It

Friday, 19 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - day 20

Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol.

Drugs suck. Plain and simple...the illegal ones I mean. I do love my Advil when I need it, but street drugs are evil.

I think alcohol is fine, in moderation. I looooove my white wine and I love cold beers on hot days. But, like drugs, alcohol can be evil if misused. Pin It

30 Days of Truth...day nineteen

Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?

I'm not going to touch politics, because really, politicians are all the same...they have wonderful ideas before they get elected, and then once they are in, it's all about votes, not what is right...so, not going to go there...ooops...I just did, didn't I?

Anyway, I will tell you what I think of religion. Grab a coffee...this may get long.

I believe in God. I believe that His Son, Jesus Christ, died for us. I believe in Heaven.

But...

I don't believe that one has to follow a specific religion to be Christian. I do not believe that if you don't follow the rules of your church, that you are a heathen. I believe that the way to Heaven is through Jesus, but I do not believe that if you've never been taught about Jesus that you will go to the fiery depths of hell. I believe in a merciful, loving God who judges people one by one and forgives sins that we genuinely ask forgiveness for.

I don't believe that people should shove their religion down other peoples' throats. I believe that we should be open to answering questions and accepting people into our churches, but without judgement or pressure. Many Christians are so caught up in what they believe is right that they end up pushing people away. Who wants to hear that they are a sinner and that their religion is not good enough? Who wants their every move to be judged, condemned and belittled? Who wants to have every move they make criticized? Not me thanks.

I have a relationship with God. You may or may not have a relationship with God. I do things that you think are sinful. You do things that I think are sinful. It is not up to you or me to judge. As I said in my post about gay marriage yesterday, LIVE AND LET LIVE. As long as how I am living MY life does not affect YOUR life, leave me alone. I don't need to confess to a Priest, I don't need to be at church every Sunday and I certainly don't need to abstain from eating meat on Fridays in order to be a good Christian. It is the relationship with God that makes a person whole...not the rules of a specific church.

Ahem...stepping down from my soapbox now. Pin It

Thursday, 18 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day eighteen

Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.

Ooooh...this one's a doozy and I am sure that some of my friends and readers will fiercely disagree with my opinion, but my opinion is MY opinion and you are entitled to YOUR opinion.

I am 100% supportive of gay marriage. It does not affect my marriage in any way, shape or form. It does not take away the "sanctity" of marriage. It may not be what literal Bible readers believe is right, but I can't think of ANYTHING negative that can come from love between two people. What difference does it make to ANYONE outside of the two people getting married, what gender they are? How does it affect me or mine if Bill and Bob or Jane and June decide to marry one another? Nothing. Zero. Zilch. They are consenting adults, who love each other enough to commit for life. I just don't get why people have to get involved in something that is none of their business. If you disagree with gay marriage, don't marry someone of your gender...but leave those who do alone. Live and let live.

So...that's my opinion, love it or hate it.

(Puts on her flame retardant suit and waits...) Pin It

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - day 17

Day 17: A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

I have a few...

The Case for Christ by Lee Strobel

Charlie St. Cloud by Ben Sherwood

Too Fat to Fish by Artie Lange

90 Minutes in Heaven by Don Piper

All of these are awesome books and I highly recommend themm all...each one changed my views on something and they were all books that I just couldn't put down! Pin It

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day sixteen

Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.

There are LOTS of someONES I could definitely live withou, but in order to avoid World War III, I will keep my mouth shut on them.

SomeTHING I could definitely live without is clutter. My house is a disaster. Clean, but OH so cluttered. I need the folks from "Cleansweep" to come in and declutter me...seriously.

What (or who) could YOU definitely live without? Pin It

Monday, 15 November 2010

One more interruption, I swear!

My pally, Karen and I attended the Girlfriends Getaway at Deerhurst Resort this weekend. Many of you will remember the FIASCO this summer and I'm not going to lie, I wasn't expecting much. Because of the horrible experience we had at Deerhurst, the resort offered me a $500.00 credit to use at the Girlfriend's Getaway. I really and truly didn't expect to be impressed, but boy, WAS I!

I arrived at about 6:00 on Friday night and was checked in quite quickly. There was a message on my account, asking that I call Anne, the lady who had offered me the resort credit, but she happened to be around the corner at the hospitality desk, so I went over and introduced myself instead. Anne was lovely...so warm and so genuinely glad to see me...she even commented on how cute my blog was and asked how Threepeat was doing...so sweet. She asked if I had checked in and I told her I had, but that I hadn't been to my room yet. I told her I would go back to register for the events once my friend had arrived and we had settled into our room. She thanked me again for coming and off I went to my room.

It was a beautiful room, one-bedroom suite with a gorgeous view...so clean you could eat off the floor. On the table was a card thanking me for coming and wishing me a good stay, along with a plate full of chocolate covered strawberries...they were to DIE for. Anne and Jody had left me their cards in case I needed anything while I was there.

Karen arrived a few minutes later and was very impressed with the room, and the strawberries of course! We took a breather, had a glass of wine and then headed back to the pavillion to check in with Anne. Once again, Anne was wonderful to us. She got us all hooked up with what we needed for the weekend and we headed into the welcome party. We checked out some of the cool exhibits of the local businesses and then headed back to our room to veg.

Saturday morning's weather was gorgeous! We headed down for breakfast at about 9:30...a buffet that was yummerific! We then had our Detox and Cleansing class, which we were both very disappointed with, but really, it was the only disappointment and it was a very small one. 45 minutes later, we were headed for the shuttle to head into Huntsville for a day of shopping. We had a great time and a great lunch and some laughs on the bus with other ladies who had done a cooking class and had had a few too many glasses of wine...LOL.

Saturday night's buffet dinner was EXCELLENT and Karen and I stuffed ourselves so full that we didn't even have room for dessert! We then headed back to the room with intentions to just veg. The concert didn't really interest us as we had never heard of the performer, Kathleen Edwards. We hung out in the room, watched the hockey game and then at 9:15, Karen said, "Ah what the heck...let's go check out the concert. If it sucks, we'll just come back to the room." Cursing her under my breath, I agreed. Ugh.

We arrived in time for the second half of the concert, and I must admit, I was really impressed with Kathleen Edwards...talk about talented! I actually have to admit, I enjoyed it!

After the concert, we hung around for the post-concert party in the next room and I am SO glad we did! Grandmas, all dressed in animal prints (the theme was "animalistic") were bumping and grinding (literally) and dancing up a storm. One lady, she must have been 65, was drinking a bottle of beer from between her breasts!!! Karen and I were in hysterics! Later on, several guys came in and you could just tell they were on the prowl for some hot cougers. Alas boys, there were very few hot ones to choose from, but that didn't stop them. Another entertaining 2 hours of watching the men checking out the women kept Karen and I howling.

We had three Coronas each and then up on the dancefloor we went. We had a blast! By the time we got into bed, it was 3:45 AM!!!!!

We slept in until 9:45 on Sunday and then quickly packed up and checked out. I was lucky enough to run into Anne one last time as we were leaving and thanked her for a fantastic weekend. Deerhurst really and truly did come through, restoring my faith in a top notch resort that is well worth the 2.5 hour drive.

Thank you Deerhurst Resort! You ROCK!!! See you next year! Pin It

We interrupt this day in 30 days of truth to bring you a newsflash...

So much has been going on this week, I just HAD to sneak in a post between my Day 15 and Day 16 posts!!

When I was 19, I decided to become a "big sister" with the Big Sisters of Peel...very much like Big Brothers, only women mentored girls, as opposed to men mentoring boys. Anyway, if you'd like more information on this fantastic organization, you can find it here.

I was paired up with a little girl named "M". She was 6 years old and her Mom was raising her and her little brother alone. I was supposed to commit to 2 hours a week for 15 months. I ended up staying paired with this special little girl for almost 5 years. I just loved her to death and I knew I was making a difference in her difficult life. We did fun things like bowling, crafts, movies, swimming, etc. and I really loved her company. She became part of the family and my sister parents adored her too!

When Hubster and I got married, my parents bought M a beautiful dress, which she wore as she handed out the scrolls (programs) at the door of the church. She was so happy to be involved in our special day and I was sooo glad she was a part of it.

Not long after we were married and living about half an hour away from one another, I realized that the time was coming for us to wind down our friendship. My hope was that she would be matched with another Big Sister who could dedicate more time to her. I promised to keep in touch and I'm sure she was heartbroken, but we were getting ready to have a family and staying paired with her kept her from someone else. She never did get matched with anyone else.

Somewhere along the way, we lost contact. I had my first two boys and was busy being a working Mom and M had moved on to high school. One day, when M was in grade 12, M called me. She had looked me up in the phone book. I was THRILLED to hear her voice and to hear that she was doing very well. We agreed to meet for coffee and a while later, I met her after school one day with the boys. We had a great catch up session and I loved seeing that the little girl that I had known was growing into a beautiful young woman.

We emailed back and forth and chatted on MSN the odd time, until Facebook came into existence. I loved seeing her photos and keeping in touch. A short while later, due to some drama in her life, she deactivated her Facebook account. We still exchanged the odd email until she came back to Facebook a few weeks ago. She sent me an inbox message with her cellphone number, asking me to call her because she had to ask me something. She is 27 years old now. (GULP! I AM OLD)

I called her last Sunday. After a little chit chat, I asked her what was up. She told me that she was now living with her long time boyfriend and was following in my footsteps to be married to a Catholic boy. Because she is not Catholic, she has made the decision to convert to Catholicism and has started taking her classes. She has to be baptized and then have her First Reconciliation, First Communion and Confirmation on the same day. She said she appreciated all that I had done in her life, being there for her when she needed me and that I was like a fairy godmother in her life. She then said she could think of no one else that would be as perfect as me to be her Godmother.

I was shocked, I cried, I had goosebumps. I told her I was honoured and flattered and that absolutely, I would be her Godmother. Her Mass will be close to Easter and I can't WAIT!

I cannot describe the feeling of knowing that I have made such a difference in a child's life. That after all these years, she still considers me to be important enough to take on the role of Godmother. I feel so humbled and blessed and I thank God for putting her into my life. I love you M!!! Pin It

30 Days of Truth...day fifteen

Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.

I haven't tried living without my Hubster or my kids, and never plan to, so that won't work here.

I've tried giving up my laptop, my Facebook, my wine...and many other bad habits, and I always seem to come back to them (or they to me!). I wouldn't say I COULDN'T live without them, but I CHOOSE not to. LOL.

I may have bad habits, but believe it or not, I am a better person because of (or in spite of) them. Take me with my bad habits my friends...trust me...you don't want to know me without them!! Pin It

Sunday, 14 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day fourteen

Day 14: A hero that has let you down. (letter)

I don't have any "personal" heroes who have let me down...if they DID let me down, they wouldn't be a hero in my eyes.

But...

Public heroes who have let me down? There are many. I will go with just one though.

Dear Tiger Woods:

You are a horrible, selfish loser.

The actions you have taken, unable to resist the least temptation, have ruined you, your wife and your children, as well as your mother.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Many children looked up to you as a hero...a superstar...a larger than life, AMAZING golf player. What have you taught them? That your penis is more important than the people who love you.

You are despicable and deplorable.

Try keeping it in your pants for a few months...you might get further ahead in life.

Sincerely,
Me Pin It

Saturday, 13 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 13

Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. (write a letter.)

Dear Air Supply:

In the early 80's, when my heart was trampled and stomped on by so many boys, you were there for me. Your songs, played loudly in my room, helped me shed a million tears and soak so many pillowcases.

"I'm All Out of Love" was the ultimate song, with "Making Love Outta Nothing At All" a close second.

"Here I Am"...sigh...I was always there, but the boys just didn't know it.

"Lost In Love"...man oh man....the memories come flooding back.

Thank you for getting me through such a heartbreaking, hormonal time in my life. Thanks for the memories now, as I watch you on Youtube and remember...

Love,
Dawn Pin It

Friday, 12 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day twelve

Day 12: Something you never get compliments on.

My body. Not anymore anyway. When I was young, I couldn't gain weight no matter what I ate...I had a metabolism that people would kill for. Everyone always told my I had such an athletic and beautiful body. When I got married, my wedding dress was a size zero and still had to be taken in at the chest. It was crazy.

Now?

Pffffft.....

I no longer have a waist. I have a belly like a 5 month pregnant woman and no one ever compliments me on my body anymore.

But, that's OK. I have three children to show for this body! ;o) Pin It

Thursday, 11 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day eleven

Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

Physically, my hair. I hate my hair. Others love it.

In general, I get alot of compliments on my compassion for others. I am told that I am a good listener and that I am there for people when they need me. That makes me really proud. :o) Pin It

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day ten

Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

Surprisingly, after many of the other posts in my 30 days of truth so far, there is no one I can say that I need to let go of and definitely no one I wish I didn't know.

I have let go of many in my life...the toxic ones that made my life hell. There are still some in my life that cause me grief and pain, but some people you just can't let go...because letting them go would affect other people. So, I smile and put on a happy face when I am with them for the sake of others. But I have let go of the anger and pain that they brought out in me. But even the worst of the worst in my life have taught me something. The bully of the century in my childhood, for example. She terrorized and scarred me for life, but BECAUSE of her, I am a stronger person. BECAUSE of her, I know what to watch for and how to protect my children. BECAUSE of her and many like her, I am who I am. So, like Garth Brooks sings in his song, "The Dance",

Yes my life is better left to chance...I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance...
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Tuesday, 9 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day nine

Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

Julie.

Julie and I worked together for a few years and got really, REALLY close. She threw me a baby shower when I was pregnant with Threepeat because I had given away all of my baby stuff, thinking we were done having kids.

When we were on maternity leave in 2007, we spent alot of time together. Julie talked me down and gave me advice that I am forever grateful for many, many times.

When Julie started her "Pampered Chef" business, I had a party at my house and I think that was the last time I saw her. We are friends on Facebook, but we haven't seen each other in a couple of years. I don't know what happened, but we drifted apart and that makes me really sad. I have tried to reach out a couple of times, but somehow, the connection is gone.

Julie, if you are reading this, I would love to reconnect with you. I miss you and your wonderful friendship dearly. Pin It

Monday, 8 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day eight

Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like crap.

Pffffffffft.....

The list is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too long to type here and it continues to grow.

That's all I'm gonna say on this one.

How 'bout you? Pin It

Sunday, 7 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 7

Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for.

No brainer.

My children...with my husband as a close second and my Mummy as a close third.

As busy and hectic as my life is, I could not imagine life without any of them.

I am so abundantly blessed. Pin It

Saturday, 6 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day 6

Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.

Wow. Sooooo many things come to mind for this one, but the number one thing I hope I never, EVER have to do is bury one of my children. I worry about this each and every day of my life. The words are so morbid and horrible that just typing it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I read so many stories by parents of sick and dying children and each time, I feel as sick as the first time.

No parent, no matter what age, should have to bury their children. My sister was 34 years old when she was killed, but she was still my mother's child. That is just so wrong. It cuts a part of a mother's heart out and I cannot even fathom going on without one of my children.

What do you hope you never have to do? Pin It

Friday, 5 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day five

Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.

Well, this one could be profound...or not.

My profound hope for my life is to find inner peace. I've tried prayer, meditation, relaxation, etc., etc., but I haven't found inner peace yet...one can hope.

My not so profound hope is that I will live to see my three sons married to wonderful ladies and to meet my children and great grandchildren. Oh wait, that's still a little profound, isn't it? LOL

OK, my not-so-profound hope is that I will someday go back home to England for a visit. It's not so far-fetched, but it's also not doable at this point due to lack of funds. I love England with all my heart and I am so homesick.

What's your hope? Join in the fun with me and leave your link or your comments! Pin It

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

30 Days of Truth - day 4

Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.

Another question that has a list of answers. I will spare you the entire list and will not share details.

Yesterday's post should give you some indication that, in my mind anyway, there are ALOT of things I need to forgive someone(s) for.

In my opinion, the worst thing that someone can do is remain silent at a time when their friend is in trouble and needs support. In the words of Martin Luther King Jr., "In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

Currently, the silence of some of my friends is what I need to forgive most. Pin It

30 Days of Truth...day three

Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.

I ama grudge holder...it's another one on my list for Day One...what I hate about myself. If you upset me, you have to grovel and beg for forgiveness, and even then, I will hold a grudge in my heart. If you upset me again, inside, I will pull up that original grudge and then it becomes a double-grudge. Oh yeah...just called me Grudge-o-rama.

Anyway...

I hold grudges against myself too. If I mess up, I can't let it go...for ages. I will carry around guilt and shame and anger at myself for whatever I did. If there are other people involved in whatever I messed up, they have long since moved on before I forgive myself. And I will carry it in my heart...a grudge against myself.

The reason for my blabbering on up there? I have MANY things I need to forgive myself for...continuing with self-destructive bad habits, yelling at my kids, not being the wife, mother and daughter I think I should be, acting before I think on SOOOO many occasions and causing hurt or confusion along the way...the list is really endless.

Eventually, the little grudges I hold against myself do disappear, but only because they have been replaced by new ones...besides, with all the grudges I hold against other people, there is only so much room!

Care to join me? Blog and leave me your link or comment in my comments section...I'd love to read your 30 days of truth...it's never too late. Pin It

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

30 Days of Truth...day two

Day 2: Something you love about yourself.

Surprisingly, this one, I found much harder than yesterday.

I've been wracking my brain, trying to think of something to answer here and the only thing I can come up with really is my passion and my compassion. Let me explain...

When I believe in something, I am FIERCELY passionate about it. I will fight to the end for what is right, and I don't let what other people think about my fight worry me. I am not afraid to put my name and my honour behind something I believe in and I will never hide behind a fake name. I have had several battles to fight, many of them I have blogged about. Search my blog for "portables" and you will catch my drift.

I am a very compassionate person. When something happens to someone else, I internalize it and almost actually feel their pain physically. A death, a sickness, a hardship...I carry other peoples' burdens in my heart. They nearly consume me. As much as this can make for a very stressful and depressing life, I am proud of my heart and I love that in most circumstances, I make the other person smile, if only for a moment. I like to think that if the other person knows that I am walking with them, at least in spirit, that they don't feel so alone in a bad situation. I wish more people had this characteristic. I think it would be a much nicer world to live in if they did.

Care to join in? Blog your 30 days of truth and leave me a comment with your link or, simply comment here. I'd love to read your truths too! Pin It

Monday, 1 November 2010

30 days of truth...day one

Day 1 : Something you hate about yourself.

As I thought about this one, I realized that the list is long. :o(

My weight, my parenting, my bad habits, my laziness...

So choosing just one was difficult. But when I looked at my list, I realized that one thing describes ALL of these things...my negativity. I am really a negative nelly. My glass is ALWAYS half empty and I will find the negative aspect of any situtation and dwell on it. It's pretty horrible really and I have tried many things to change myself, but I always come back to being a miserable human being again.

Meh...just call me Eeyore I guess.

Care to join my pity party and share something you hate about yourself? Blog it and share your link in my comments section. If you don't have a blog and still want to share, just type it out in the comments. I'd love to know I am not alone... Pin It

Saturday, 30 October 2010

30 Days of Truth

I got this idea from my pal Lisa over at Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!

Why don't you join us? If you do decide to play along, make sure to leave a link in my comments so I can check out your responses!

Here are the topics, one Truth for each day in November...starting Monday, Nov 1st!

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.
Day 2: Something you love about yourself.
Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like crap.
Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. (write a letter.)
Day 14: A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17: A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21: (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24: Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25: The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26: Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27: What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28: What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30: A letter to yourself: tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself Pin It

Friday, 29 October 2010

Where DID this week go???

It's Friday...how the HECK did that happen?

I've had a busy, emotional, crazy week. I said my final farewell to my dear friend, Walter, on Wednesday. His funeral service was absolutely perfect...so, SO Walter. The priest was amazing and it was such a beautiful tribute. My prayers continue to be with his wife and two young sons. He was taken much too soon...

In other news, being the terrible mother that I am, I waited until the last minute to get Middleman's Halloween costume. On Wednesday night, I dropped him off at soccer practice and headed over to the local Party Packagers to buy a zombie costume...yeah right. The store was SO packed, that they were only letting people in by tens. The line up was ridiculous. I turned around and went back to my van, feeling like a complete failure. I sat there for a few minutes, wracking my brain for ideas...then I posted my woes on my beloved Facebook. One of my brilliant friends responded, "Just write 'book' across his face ... facebook. =)". BRILLIANT I tell you, BRILLIANT!

When I pitched the idea to Middleman at his soccer practice, his teammates loved it. Middleman, not so much. "No one will know what I am! I wanted to be a zombie!"

Sigh...

Then, my brilliant mind came up with the idea of making a sandwich board out of bristol board and making him a Facebook WALL! HA! BRILLIANT! My original idea was to just paint the bristol board with bricks, but then I decided to create a replica of Middleman's wall.

Here is the result:





I SO rock. Anyway, Middleman wasn't THRILLED this morning, but when I watched from the bedroom window, all of his friends were laughing and reading his "wall"!! I can't wait to see what everyone had to say about it when I get home!

Boy Oneder is too cool to dress up. He had originally decided to dress up as Alan from the movie, Hangover. He had sunglasses, a baby carrier and a doll with sunglasses on, but he chickened out at the last minute this morning...ahhh...grade nines!

Threepeat went to preschool this morning as Wolverine:



He is just the cutest thing EVER!

Boy Oneder's hockey team tied 3-3 on Monday night. Yesterday was Hubster's 44th birthday...we had yummy chocolate cake.

We have a week-long visitor coming starting tonight. Smokey, my friend's pooch, is going to stay with us while his "Mommy and Daddy" go on vacation. I'm looking forward to getting to know him!

Tonight, Boy Oneder has a hockey practice, then it's soccer, hockey, soccer, hockey all weekend.

Time sure flies when you are busy!! Pin It

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Life...precious life.

**Post originally typed on August 23rd, 2010, but I held off publishing until now**

Today, I go a sharp reminder that life is precious...and oh so fragile.

A former co-worker of mine...well, he was more than a co-worker....let me explain...

Walter and I were two of ten people who founded the "RSC", the inside sales department at the company I have been with for 13.5 years. Walter was brand new to my company, and so were all of the other employees in the RSC. Being the pioneers in a brand new department, we were excited about what was in store for us. We were led by yet another new employee to the company. He was a fantastic, compassionate, fearless manager and we all respected him and loved him.

All of the new employees were different. We had men, women, Jewish, Christian, gay, straight, Muslim, fat, thin, tall, short...so much diversity in a department of 13 or so people, but we all got along so well. We were a really close-knit bunch, all in the same scary boat...would it sink, would it float?

Anyway, Walter was our used car salesman. He had that cheezy grin, that cheezy line and the silly jokes and puns that made you roll your eyes in disgust, but the customers LOVED him. They ATE.HIM.UP. His numbers were always the highest and he did it almost effortlessly. That's not to say that he didn't work hard, because he did, but he was just a natural born salesman.

Walter would bring us Krispy Kreme donuts when they first came to Canada. Walter would make us laugh and keep our spirits high on the lowest of days. Walter was, well, Walter.

Every once in a while, he would try to prank us, and succeeded a couple of times...turning our name plates upside down, switching stuff from desk to desk, but the BEST April Fool's Day was when *I* got him. I unplugged his headset and taped the receiver button down on his phone and when he tried to answer a call, the caller couldn't hear him. He was saying, "Hello...yes I am here...hello??" All of us knew about it but him and we were in HYSTERICS in our cubicles...laughing at finally getting him back for all the times he got us. When he finally figured it out, he laughed as hard as us and shook his finger at me..."You got me Ms Dawn...you got me!" We had so many good times back then...

Walter adored his wife...absolutely WORSHIPPED the ground she walked on. He spoke of such love and devotion of his wife that you would honestly think it was a romantic movie with cheesy lines and all. He often told me how lucky and blessed he was to have such a woman to call his wife. When I finally met her, I knew exactly why he was so taken with her. She is such a warm and loving person...I felt like I'd known her forever when I met her at our company Christmas party. Her eyes are so sweet and kind...Bonnie is just amazing.

Walter often spoke of his two boys. He was more than the typical proud father who goes on and on about his kids. Every day, he had a story about his sons...prouder than punch at all the wonderful milestones his boys would reach...showing us all photos upon photos of those sweet little guys. Don't get me wrong here...I loved to see them...I felt like I knew them through their doting father...I loved those kids, though at that time, I had never met them.

Over time, some people left, new people joined and some were promoted. Walter was promoted to a field sales rep, so we didn't see him as often as we would have liked, but when he did come to the office, he always came with Krispy Kreme donuts. He just rocked that way. When he called, he always asked about us and made a few jokes...he was the same old Walter, just in a better position. He never forgot his roots...never forgot us "little people".

At some point, Walter left the company for bigger and better things. We lost contact a little, but he did call me a couple of times asking for a reference (I was a team leader at this point). I always wholeheartedly agreed to give him a reference.

A couple of years passed and I hadn't heard from Walter, but I knew through the grapevine that he did still play poker with a few of the old RSC'ers. I still work with a couple of them and was at a training course with one of them back in February. We got to chatting and my co-worker told me that Walter had been diagnosed with cancer. LUNG cancer. Walter didn't smoke.

I was shocked. After all, Walter was only in his early 40's. My co-worker gave me the link to Walter's Caringbridge site and I read his whole story. It ends up that he has Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma with a rare twist to it. About six months ago, things were looking good and through the last six months, it seemed that the cancer was losing.

I saw Walter in the early summer because we gave him a free bouncy rental for ione of his son's birthdays. He looked great! Bald, but great! He had high spirits and was sure that he was going to kick cancer's butt. He was so convincing and so positive.

We have kept in touch over Facebook since that day and today, he private messaged me...I had asked for experienced parents' advice on Threepeat's upcoming asleep dentistry...

Hello Mrs. B, I hope all is well. My son was put under for his "dentist" appointment but he had it done at the hospital (two cavities and they pulled two teeth as well). Just let Threepeat pick whoever he wants to be with him at the time. If he picks Hubster, then Hubster it is.

Can I give you a call, there is a couple things that I would like to talk to you about, first being your generous offer again for B's birthday and something else as well.

Walter


I called him back and after our initial pleasantries, Walter dropped the bomb. "I have been placed in palliative care because the doctors feel that I have six months to live." Shock, pain, anger, overwhleming sadness....all the feelings I had when my Dad was diagnosed so many years ago. My only response for a moment was, "Oh Walter...my goodness...I am so sorry..." He was, in true Walter style, positive, upbeat and witty. He told me he had a plan...green drinks and lots of vitamins. He refused to give up the fight. I asked about his wife. He said, "She is putting up a good front." I asked about his two young sons. He said they hadn't been told yet. They were waiting to speak to psychologists to see how best to tell the children. I started to cry. He didn't know that I was crying, but I was.

We talked about my Dad and how the palliative care unit at the hospital was wonderful. Walter is being cared for through the same hospital as my Dad. We talked about how to best talk to the children. I told him I would give him the names of some good books for children that deal with death. We booked a bouncer for the end of September for his second son's birthday. We prommised to keep in touch and he promised to call me if he or his wife needed anything. I told him to stay strong and live his life to the fullest. He said he would.

We hung up the phone and I cried. I sobbed. I shook. I got angry.

Once I calmed down, I realized that this man could be my husband, my friend, my cousin, he could be ME. He is 43 years old. He could be anyone. Why? Why, why, why?

My heart is so heavy. I can't imagine what he and his wife are going through.

Please pray for Walter and his family.

Thanks.

**October 22, 2010**

I visited with Walter in mid-September, just he and I. I brought him gifts, I hugged him, I cried, he *almost* cried and we just talked. His mind was where it needed to be and his spirit was strong. I hugged him when I left and I told him I loved him lots. He told me he loved me too. It wasn't THAT kind of love. It was a genuine friendship love. I thought that was the last time I would see him.

In genuiine Walter fashion, he had other plans. We delivered a bouncer for his second son's birthday in September. Although Walter was the same Walla Walla Walter in spirit, he looked dreadful. I knew the end was near.

It's 11:48 pm...I just read Walter's blog, which was updated by his wife tonight. Walter passed away this morning.

Poor, sweet Walla, Walla, Walter...Rest in peace my friend.

My heart is broken for Bonnie and the boys. My mind is reeling. I feel so helpless...this is not the way things should be.

If you're the praying kind, please say a prayer for this family tonight...and tomorrow...and the next day. They need to feel love and strength right now. Pin It

Friday, 22 October 2010

Five Question Friday

Friday, Friday, I DOOOOO love me some Friday!

I was the "Date of the Week" over at Mama M's blog...thank you Mama! I enjoyed my stay!

And now, it's time for Five Question Friday!!! YAY!!

1. Who is the better cook, you or your spouse?

Bwahahahahahaha. Hubster can't even boil water. *I* on the other hand, rock as a cook...just sayin'.

2. How often do you talk to your mom?

Daily.

3. Are you adventurous in the kitchen or stick to the recipe?

Very adventurous! I love to try new things and tweak some old recipes now and again. Life's too short to worry about measuring stuff!

4. Is your second toe longer than your big toe?

Yes. LOL

5. Do you dress up for Halloween? (Bonus question: What will you be this year?)

Sometimes. Most of the time anyway. This year, I think I am going to be a punk rocker...if I do dress up...see how I feel on Halloween night. I used to get totally into Halloween, but lately, it's lost its excitement...no clue why, but it has.

Head on over to Mama's blog and play along!!! Pin It

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Flu Season is upon us.

Middleman is home from school today.

He came home from school yesterday and promptly fell asleep on the couch for an hour...he has had a few late nights, but nothing that I would say was late enough to cause him to take a nap.

When he woke up, he said his stomach was hurting and he spent some time on the toilet. Poor dude.

He ate three bites of his supper and went upstairs to change into his pajamas, then spent the rest of the evening on the couch, looking really sick.

At 10:00, he ran to his washroom, saying he was going to vomit. Ugh...my favourite thing to do is sit with a vomitting child. Ugh.

He threw up ALOT into the toilet while I held a cold cloth on his head. He then crawled into bed and said he was freezing. Enter the fever.

I tucked him in all nice and warm and brought him a bottle of water and a bucket. I kissed him and told him if he needed me, to come and get me. He looked so awful.

Middleman, being the awesome patient that he is, didn't wake me up at all in the night...he didn't throw up again and didn't need me, so I am hoping it was a quickly killed stomach bug. He looks much better this morning and just had some toast for breakfast. Time will tell.

And so, Flu Season 2010 begins....sigh. Pin It

Monday, 18 October 2010

The perils of raising boys

Boy Oneder is fourteen and a quarter years old. Middleman is eleven and a quarter years old. Threepeat is three and a half years old. To date, knock on wood, we have had no broken bones, no stitches and, up until yesterday, no bee or wasp stings. Yeah, I know...we are very lucky.

Threepeat was helping Hubster remove the canopy from the frame in our backyard yesterday (read as "driving Hubster nuts with questions while Hubster removed the canopy from the frame in our backyard"). Here in Southern Ontario, we are trying to take advantage of the great October weather we have had, but hockey and soccer are making it vitually impossible to get that backyard winterized. We have been doing a little at a time for the past three weeks.

Anyhooooo....

After Threepeat had had enough, he came inside to play with his Play Doh. He was sitting in the family room, on the floor, when he started to complain that his leg hurt and was itchy. My Mom was here and I was cooking, so she went to see what was going on. He started to whimper a little, so I went in to see what was shaking too. Mom rubbed his leg and said that maybe it was the inside seam of his pocket, which was a but rough, that was causing his itchiness.

He really started to get all "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!", so I pulled his pants off and saw two raised, red bumps with bright red bumps in the middle. I asked my Mom if she thought it was spider bites and she thought made it was, but she started shaking out his pants and a WASP crawled out. OMGosh peeps...I am TERRIFIED of wasps. I kinda went into a silent panic, because my baby was crying and this wasp was crawling around on my floor. In a moment of clarity, I grabbed a tissue and squished the little mo fo right there on my carpet. (shudder) MIL grabbed Threepeat and I grabbed a cold pack from the fridge (no...not beer, a gel pack for first aid...in the shape of Spiderman, FYI) and put in on his leg. Mom was calming Threepeat down.

A few minutes later and Threepeat was much better. I sprayed his leg with Solarcaine and then he asked to see the wasp. I had thrown it in the garbage, but pulled out the tissue, shuddering the whole time, so he could see it. He then told me to "Spray it in the face Mommy!" referring to the Solarcaine. I told him the wasp was already dead, but he continued egging me on, "Spray it Mommy! Spray it!" The anger I felt at that hideous little creature was building, and I admit, I wanted to spray that little sucker in the face! So I did. And when I did, it moved! OMGOSH...I crapped myself right then and there. I THREW it into the garbage bin and slammed the cupboard door shut. (shudder)

Boy Oneder came upstairs from the basement to see what all the commotion was about and once we told him, he wanted to have the wasp carcass. WTH? He grabbed my candle lighter, grabbed Threepeat and took him to the backyard. He then proceeded to have a wasp bonfire in my freshly winterized garden. OK....it was just the tissue that burned, but that was bonfire enough for Threepeat. I watched as they chit chatted about the ugly wasp "popping" as he cooked and silently enjoyed every second...oooh I hate wasps.

When it was all over, the boys proudly came into the house, declaring that the wasp was dead as a doornail and everyone went back to their regularly scheduled programming.

Threepeat was no worse for wear by an hour or so later and by the time he went to bed, his wasp stings were little itty bitty pin pricks on the back of his thigh.

So, we survived our first "sting" incident. It was complete drama, in true Dawn-fashion. God help us on our first stitch or broken bone!!! Pin It

Friday, 15 October 2010

Five Question Friday

Gotta love Fridays...not only is the work week done, but I get to play Mama M's Five Question Friday!!

Play along...all the cool kids do!

1. What is your favorite Halloween candy?



Rockets. Oh yeah baby...I could eat these things till I pop!

2. Do you fold your socks? Pfffttt....no

3. What is something that you wish you had been warned about?

Wow....I've been thinking on this one for a bit and I can't think of anything I wasn't warned about. I was warned about tons of things, but most of the time, did not heed those warnings...the list of those is endless.

4. What is the most significant difference between you and your significant other?

I am a social butterfly and he is an anti-social hermit. For real.

5. What are three words you would use to describe yourself? (And, just for fun...if your significant other is around, ask him/her what 3 words they would use to describe you!!)

My words: impassioned; sensitive; generous

Hubster wasn't around, so I asked my two older boys instead:

Boy Oneder's words: enthusiastic, loud, loving

Middleman's words: nice, caring, loving Pin It

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Fall TV

O.M.GOSH.

The PVR can't keep up with me. For reals peeps...for reals.

Shows I cannot miss:

Hell's Kitchen
Come Dine with Me
Modern Family
Amazing Race
Big Bang Theory
Two and a Half Men
Intervention
Hoarders
Biggest Loser

Seriously. When did I become a boob tube addict?

Ugh. No wondermy farm on Farmville is dying. Pin It

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Let the games begin!

Boy Oneder has his first hockey game tonight! I am so excited!

Watching him play is so exciting. Now that he is 14, the games are so intense and action-packed! I sit on the edge of my seat for the entire game.

I am such a hockey mom. Seriously.

Hopefully, this season will be more successful than last year!

Go Devils Go!! Pin It

Monday, 11 October 2010

What a GREAT weekend!

Thanksgiving was wonderful this year...spent with family...eating like PIGS! Two turkey dinners is ALWAYS better than one! There are tons of leftovers too! Love turkey sandwiches and turkey pot pie and turkey stir fries! YUMMMMAY!

On Saturday, Hubster's sister and her family came over for dinner and then on Sunday, the Brady Bunch joined us for a HUGE turkey and a big dinner. The littlest cousins, B and D, stayed overnight with us...pics to follow...and they were AMAZING. Threepeat played with them all day. I honestly didn't want to take them home! I just got back from dropping them off and now, I am making tomato sauce for a nice spaghetti dinner.

A great weekend, which made me realize again, how much I have to be thankful for.

Next stop...HALLOWEEN!!! WOOHOO!! Pin It

Friday, 8 October 2010

Thankfully thankful

I can't believe that it's Thanksgiving weekend already. Summer flew and fall is flying...soon the SNOW will be flying around here. Ugh.

I am looking forward to a weekend filled with family, food and drinks! We truly have so much to be thankful for. I bitch and moan alot on my blog, cuz that's just how I roll and it keeps me sane (for the most part), but I do realize that no matter how sucky one of my days or weeks might be, I am one of the luckiest people in the world to have all of the blessings that I have.

I am 41 years old. This Thanksgiving, I have decided to list 41 things that I am thankful for...in no particular order:

  1. My Hubster
  2. My boys
  3. My Mom
  4. My MIL
  5. My nieces and nephews
  6. My faith
  7. My dog, Rosie
  8. My home
  9. My job
  10. My health
  11. My laptop
  12. Wireless internet
  13. My blog
  14. My minivan
  15. My friends
  16. My neighbours
  17. My work mates
  18. My manager
  19. My country
  20. Warmth in the winter
  21. Air conditioning in the summer
  22. Tim Horton's coffee
  23. My kids' schools
  24. My warm bed
  25. Sunshine
  26. Laughter
  27. My sight
  28. We Be Jump'n
  29. Facebook
  30. Vacations
  31. Macoun apples
  32. The telephone
  33. My camera
  34. The turkey that gave his life for my family and I this Thanksgiving
  35. Kettle Cooked Salt and Cracked Pepper Peanuts
  36. Hockey
  37. A little extra money to buy the non-necessities
  38. Life
  39. Love
  40. Inclusion
  41. Acceptance

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

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Thursday, 7 October 2010

Another season begins

and the hopes of millions of Torontonians are high.

Yes folks, the 2010/2011 hockey season is upon us!

The Maple Leafs just won their home opener...3-2 against the Habs...yep...it was the battle of the Canucks tonight at the ACC.

And we won. Na ner na ner naaaaa ner!

Oh hush...don't get your knickers in a knot...as high as my hopes may be, I'm not a fool...we haven't won a Stanley Cup since 1967. How many years is that? Go get a calculator...I'll wait. Yep...you got it...FORTY-THREE years. Ugh.

The Maple Leafs hold the record for the longest active Stanley Cup drought in history. The Chicago Black Hawks won the Stanley Cup last year, ending their 49 year drought. OK, I'm not THAT smart...I got my info from The Longest List of the Lonest Stuff at the Longest Domain Name at Long Last.com LOL...what a domain name! LOVE IT!

Anyway...I am on the band wagon AGAIN this year...how can I NOT be?

Hockey is OUR game. COME ON LEAFS!!! Let's end the drought this year!!!! Pin It

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Bullying

Single Dad Laughing posted one of the most amazing posts I have ever read yesterday. It's a very, very long post, but one that everyone should read.

After almost crying at the pain he endured as a child, and reading so many comments from others who had been bullied, the pain that I suffered at the hands of a bully came right back. Bullying is one of those things that no one likes, no one agrees with, but unless you have BEEN bullied yourself, you can never truly understand. The terror that lives in your heart...the fear of going to school...constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure the bully isn't around...making excuses to leave school early so that you can get a head start on running home. It is hell.

I thought today would be a good day to bring back a post I originally wrote in 2007.

Enjoy:

All my life, I have dealt with mean girls, and it hasn’t ended yet.

It began when I was about 10 years old. Angie, this wicked, evil child who I am sure is in a mental institution these days, threatened me, chased me home and when she finally caught me, kicked the CRAP outta me. There were others too, who just took pleasure in my pain and my fear.

After living the terror of bullying, I swore that my children would never, ever be afraid to go to school or to play outside…EVER. So far, so good. Both of my older boys are popular and have alot of friends. The school is very good with the anti-bullying campaigns as well.

We have the boys in karate. Boy Oneder is a blue belt and Middleman is a red belt. At least I know that if anyone ever messes with them, they will be able to defend themselves, unlike me.

When I was bullied, my parents didn’t interfere for fear of making the situation worse. If my parents were seen as “fighting my battles”, it would only serve to fuel the bullies’ terrorfest. I would have been seen as a complete weakling. Bless their hearts, my parents thought they were doing the right thing, but in hindsight, they were dead wrong. Angie should have been stopped. I wasn’t the only one who was terrorized…there were many others. Seriously, this girl was messed up. She was sexually abusive as well as mentally and physically abusive. She needed help. I pray that she has changed today because I understand that she has children. I don’t know how someone so twisted can change, but I pray she has.

I think that my run-ins with Angie have made me the fearful adult I am today. I let certain people walk all over me. I let them get away with saying and doing nasty things. They hurt me emotionally. Obviously, the physical aspect of bullying is gone because I could sue their asses off if they touched me now, but, the old saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”, is SO untrue. It was untrue THEN and it remains untrue now. Bruises heal. The hurt inside someone remains…and it continues to hurt.

I think I have made some progress because I do speak up for myself sometimes, but for the most part, I just keep taking it. The bullies in my life know that I won’t fight back, so they continue to dig. I wonder if they really understand that they are hurtful, or if they truly don’t think before they speak. I can’t understand what pleasure one would take from being blatently nasty…it makes no sense to me, but then again, I’m not a mean girl.

But just like a dog who is abused over and over again, one day, I will bite back. One day, this doormat is gonna jump up and kick the mean girl in the ass.

I can tell you one thing…it won’t be pretty.


I still haven't kicked anyone's ass, I'm still a doormat (most of the time) and I'm still taken advantage of all the time, but I have made *some* progress. I stand up for what I believe in...firmly. I put my name behind my opinion and I'm not afraid of the consequences. But...I have a long way to go...

Sadly, I don't think bullying will ever go away. Our society gets more selfish and hateful every day. Hateful, selfish, BULLYING parents are raising hateful, selfish, BULLYING children and the cycle continues. Until parents start PARENTING their children and taking an interest in what their kids are doing at school and outside of school, nothing will change. Many parents these days have kids for their trophy shelf, not because they truly WANT children. They love to dress little Johnny up in his cute overalls and little Sally in her frilly pink dress, but once those little ones no longer want their parents to dress them, the parents buy them video games and toys so that they don't have to spend time with them. Gone are the days of sitting together as a family for dinner, family game nights, no TV nights, hanging out and laughing with your family.

We need to get back to the "Leave it to Beaver" days, the "Little House on the Prairie" days and the "Brady Bunch" days. The days when there was wholesome programming and time to spend with your family. When I recall the bullies of my childhood, most of them were from families where both parents had careers and left their kids alone most of the time. These parents didn't have a clue what their kids were doing, much less CARE.

Wake up parents. Watch for the signs of bullying:

The Bully

The Bullied

And DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Being bullied affects people for a lifetime...the sooner you stop it, the better. Pin It

Monday, 4 October 2010

Threepeat's Appointment

went extremely well.

We arrived at the dental office at 7:55 am...just before his 8:00 am appointment. We met the anesthesiologist (phew...what a word) and the registered nurse, while Threepeat played with Anna...the office manager at the dental office and a dear friend of the family. I cried as I signed the consent form (luckily, Threepeat was too distracted to see) and then we headed into the operating room.

I lifted Threepeat up onto the chair, which was cloaked with a "Diego" blanket. The anesthesiologist took off Threepeat's shoes and one sock and told him he was going to place the blood pressure thingy on his toe. Threepeat said no, but Anna popped in to the rescue and showed him how it went on her finger and he was then fine. Next, the anesthesiologist showed Threepeat the bag that is attached to the breathing mask and told Threepeat that he wanted him to blow the balloon up really big. Threepeat didn't like the idea of the mask, so, after checking with the anesthesiologist that there was no medicine yet, I showed Threepeat how it works. Then Anna put it on her face and he was smiling all the way. His turn was next and he actually giggled a little...until the medicine was turned on. I could smell it without the mask on, so I can only imagine how strong it smelled to him! He started to cry and while the anesthesiologist held the mask on his face, I rubbed one arm and hand and Anna rubbed the other. I kept saying, "Mommy's here" and "It's OK", all the while fighting hard not to cry. About 5 breaths later, the anesthesiologist declared that Threepeat was asleep and I lost it. LOST.IT.

I went out into the waiting room where my Mum was waiting and cried a little.

The nurse came out a few times to tell us everything was going well and that he was "doing great". Less than an hour later, they told me he was done and that they would call me in when he was awake. About five minutes later, I heard him crying, which killed me, and then about three minutes after that, I was told I could go in. He was very disoriented and was crying and not making any sense with what he was saying. I gave him his beloved choochie and held him while the medicine slowly wore off. About ten minutes later, he got his balloon and the Bumblebee Transformer that I bought so that the dentist could give him a reward for his trauma and we were on our way home.

He was a bear all the way home, crying and fussing all the way, but about ten minutes after we were home, he was back to his normal self. He ate TWO bowls of chicken noodle soup and a buttered bun and played with his new toy. Boy Oneder had gone out with Hubster to buy a Bionical for him, so he was very spoiled. My Boy Oneder is such a loving boy.

So, as awful as it was, it was not AS awful as I had expected, which was a real blessing. He ended up having ten cavities...yikes. But, now he has beautiful, white, clean, healthy teeth!!!

Thanks to all of you for your prayers and comfort! Pin It

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Macoun Apple Crumble



Macoun Apple Crumble:


The ingredients:





Instructions (with photos cuz I rock):


Preheat your oven to 375 degrees.


Crumble Topping:


Place all of these ingredients into a bowl and mix them allllllll up. Then set the mixture aside while you prepare the apple filling.


1/2 cup of flour:




1/4 cup of sugar:



1/4 cup of brown sugar:


Oh yes my friends....this is Heaven in a pan...


1 teaspoon of cinnamon:



1/4 teaspoon of salt:



7 Tablespoons of cold butter or margarine:



2/3 cup of rolled oats:



2 teaspoons of ground flaxseed:



Mix together:





Set aside while you prepare your apple filling.

Apple filling ingredients:

6 Macoun apples, peeled, cored and cut into cubes:






2 teaspoons of lemon juice:



3 Tablespoons of sugar:

(showed you that above)

Now...

Spray a 9 x 9 inch pan with Pam:



Pour in your apple mixture and crumble your topping evenly over the top of the apples:



Bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes:



ENJOY!

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