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Saturday, December 23, 2006


As you all settle down with family and friends this Christmas Season I ask one thing of you . When you are safe in bed, please say a prayer for our troops far from home. Send them your best wishes and prayers for their safety. Pray they will all come home safe and sound. Pray for their families who are making sacrifices too. Please keep them all in your thoughts. MAY YOU ALL HAVE A SAFE AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Friday, December 22, 2006

My Version of the 12 Days of Christmas

On the Twelveth day of Christmas, the season brought to me....

Twelve insane in - laws

Eleven cards to write

Ten loads of dishes

Nine unwrapped presents

Eight parking tickets

Seven Children fighting

Six unbought presents


Four Christmas Concerts

Three kids with strept throat

Two tons of chocolate


Who has time for this? Have you read what is going on around here?!?!


Thursday, December 21, 2006


I stole this from Honkie2. I thought it was kind of appropriate for the season. Merry Christmas Y'all! Philosophical Drunk
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Christmas is coming.... Ready or not

WOW, only 5 more days til Christmas. The pressure is on now.

This week was the school Christmas Concert. You have to love it. The concert this year was a multicultural celebration... or something like that. A comedy of errors is more like it. First of all there are 300 white kids trying to act like they have some sense of rythmn. Face it, they don't! One part of the concert had the kids banging drums to a Kwanzaa song. It would have been really good if they had ANY musical talent. Unfortunetly, one drummer finnished before the singers did, the other three were playing their own songs I think. Then there were the two kids who were trying to keep the beat and almost fell off the stage. For one part of it, they were supposed to sway to the music. Do you remember those desk games people used to have? The game with the silver balls that would knock into each other? That is what these kids looked liked. They were each going opposite directions. It was hilarious! The children were all very proud of themselves. You have to give the wonderful music teacher credit. She did her best with musically challenged white kids. All in all it was a nice evening and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

With the good always comes the bad. My sweet little girl had an accident at school yesterday. We finally got the bully thing worked out and she goes and hurts herself. I was up to my ears in xmas baking when I got the call. "You had better come to the school right away. We think your daughter has broken her arm.". Wonderful. Off we went. Three cheers for our wonderful medical system. When we arrived at the hospital, we waited for a half an hour before we even spoke to anyone. That was just to get her name on the list. Upon talking to the lady next to us, we knew we were in trouble. Her husband had come into the hospital at 2 am. He was only getting xrays then (15 hours later). The nurse at the desk, suggested we go somewhere else. Then the dilema starts. I didn't want to take her to the Children's hospital. In the paper that morning was a story of how a woman was robbed inside the hospital attached to the children's hospital at knifepoint.( What a great society we live in. I am bleeding profusely from a vital organ but sure take my wallet.) I was considering taking my daughter to the city my parents live in. It is a smaller city about an hour away. Fortunetly, by now, my girl was able to move her elbow more. So we guessed it wasn't broken. Instead, we ended up at a walk in clinic. We only waited for an hour. Not bad. The good news is that her elbow is not broken just a bad sprain. Hooray! No cast for Christmas!

That has been our life in a nutshell. Whew!

Friday, December 15, 2006


You're Totally Sarcastic
You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.


I was in a such a good mood. Was being the key word there. This week, I had a friend come and visit me. I hadn't seen her in almost 10 years. I was a little nervous about seeing her again. We had lost touch and only reconnected this summer. It was kind of like inviting a stranger over. About 2 minutes after she got here we picked up where we left off. It was great seeing her again. I got to meet her two children. They were adorable. The little boy walked in the house and started talking and didn't stop. When I was telling my husband about it, he said" He is just his Mom isn't he". That visit made me so happy! I am looking forward to seeing them again. Next time I hope to meet her husband. I knew her ex husband from high school. She tells me her new husband is completely different. That is wonderful too.

I am almost finnished my xmas cards, my daughter's school pictures finally came, my daughter finnished 6th in her Provincial Bowling Tournament,Jack and Mistify got engaged, and I am almost done my shopping. (Honkie, I like the idea of gift cards for everyone). I was flying high. Everything was going great. I should have known it wouldn't last.

Then things started to go wrong. First I went to the store to buy milk. The Four litre jug slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. I don't know if you have ever tried this but when this milk jug hits the floor from a distance, it doesn't just break..... it explodes!! It exploded everywhere. It went all over me and my daughter and up the drink cooler. My daughter is screaming " It is in my eyes! I can't see!" Nothing like drawing attention to us. Do you think this could happen in a small corner of the store? Not a chance. This is right in front of the cashier. How embarrassing. When I tried to pick up the jug, it had split down the side and gushed everywhere. Nothing like making things worse. Then I took my daughters to Timmies for a hot chocolate and a donut. When my daughter was trying to get into the car she dropped her donut in a puddle. My week went downhill from there.

My good friend sent me an email at 2Am to say her Dad had a blood clot in his leg that has moved to this lungs. She was leaving immediately for Arizona. It doesn't sound good. I am so worried for her. Either way it is going to suck for her. Either her Dad doesn't make it till Xmas or he does and she misses Xmas with her kids. I hope her Dad recovers. Then my other friend's son was waiting for me at school to telll me his Grandma had a heartattack last night. His Dad spent the night at the hospital. She is still alive, but that is all I know right now. Serious illness is terrible anytime of the year but it really bites during Xmas.

My daughter has been having a hard time at school lately. There is a boy in her class she is really scared of. He has threatened to bring a knife to school to use on her. ( Did I mention they are 9?) He keeps making threatening motions to her. He pushes her into walls. She has a bruise on her stomach and a scrape on her knee from him. I have complained to the teacher, principal and guidance cousellor. So far nothing has happened and I don't hold any hope it will. They have a Safe School program. It is supposed to prevent bullying. Basically it is lip service provided by left wing moonbats. It is great in theroy, but they never put it into action. If they had, when this boy threatened my daughter with a knife, the Social Worker, Parents and Police should have been involved. Never happened. Now I have to pull my daughter out of bed screaming every morning. She is terrified to go to school. Thank God there is only 6 days left til Xmas break. When I spoke to the teacher, she told me my daughter retailiates with the threat that she will get her brother to come to school and beat up the boy. First of all, that wouldn't happen second of all, what do you expect her to do? She is terrified and the school won't protect her. She needs to do something to make her feel safer. I am at a loss here.

Basically, I need to offer the whole world a big FU! For now, I will settle for sending it to the item that started it all...Milk

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas,

He lived all alone,

In a one bedroom house,

Made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney,

With presents to give,

And to see just who,

In this home did live.

I looked all about,

A strange sight I did see,

No tinsel, no presents,

Not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle,

Just boots filled with sand,

On the wall hung pictures,

Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,

Awards of all kinds,

A sober thought,

Came through my mind.

For this house was different,

It was dark and dreary,

I found the home of a soldier,

Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,

Silent, alone,

Curled up on the floor,

In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,

The room in such disorder,

Not how I pictured,

A Canadian soldier.

Was this the hero,

Of whom I'd just read?,

Curled up on a poncho,

The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,

That I saw this night,

Owed their lives to these soldiers,

Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,

The children would play,

And grownups would celebrate,

A bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom,

Each month of the year,

Because of the soldiers,

Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder,

How many lay alone,

On a cold Christmas eve,

In a land far from home.

The very thought brought,

A tear to my eye,

I dropped to my knees,

And started to cry.

The soldier awakened,

And I heard a rough voice,

Santa, don't cry,

This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,

I don't ask for more,

My life is my god,

My country, my corps."

The soldier rolled over,

And drifted to sleep,

I couldn't control it,

I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,

So silent and still,

And we both shivered,

From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave,

On that cold, dark night,

This guardian of honour,

So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,

With a voice, soft and pure,

Whispered, "carry on Santa,

It's Christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch,

And I knew he was right,

Merry Christmas my friend,

And to all a good night."

This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable. PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our Canadian service men and women for our being able tocelebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay atiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Soundtrack of my Life

The soundtrack to your life (stolen from Tattooed Pink Lady)

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button 6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...

Waking Up: "Last Call Casualty"- Bowling For Soup

First Day at School: "Mr. Roboto" - Styx

Falling In Love: "Save Tonight" - Eagle Eye Cherry

Fight Song: "Refugee" - Tom Petty

Breaking Up: "The Break up Song" - Greg Kihn Band

Prom: "Lips Of An Angel" - Hinder

Life: "On A Night Like This" - Trick Pony

Breakdown: "Razorblade Kiss" - His Infinite Majesty (HIM)

Driving: "Mama Let Him Play" - Jerry Doucette

Flashback: "Pretty Fly For A White Guy" - The Offspring

Wedding: "Because Of You" - Kelly Clarkson

Birth of Child: "Sold" - John Micheal Montgomery

Final Battle: "Goodie Two Shoes" - Adam Ant

Death Scene: "U and UR Hand" - Pink

Funeral Song: "Closing Time" - Green Day

Now I have tagged you. Let me know if you played along.


You are 100% Canuck!

You rock, you are an almighty Canadian through and through. You have proven your worthiness and have won the elite prize of living in a country as awesome as Canada. Yes I know other countries think they are better, but we let them have that cuz we know better than they do, eh?

How Canadian Are You?
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My favorite Lord of the Idiots, this test is for you. Now you can prove deep down, you are a REAL Canadian.

Friday, December 08, 2006

I had a great post ready for Fuck You Fridays. Now I have to change it slightly. FUCK YOU TO BLOGGER AND BLOGGER BETA!!!!! It won't let me add a picture and it won't let me add anything to my sidebar! It pisses me off. I am sorry I switched to beta. It is nothing but a huge pain in the ass.

I will have to continue without a picture. You will have to use your imagination.

My original fuck you was instant. As soon as I read the front page of our local newspaper. There on the front page was a story that made my blood boil. One of our brave boys (and girls) in blue was shot yesterday in the line of duty. There is no update to his status. I am hoping and praying it is not serious. These brave people put their lives on the line day after day. They deal with the lowest level of humanity. They see things that would make the rest of sick. Just because they are our protectors, people want to see them hurt. The police services do the hard work for little or no appreciation.

My huge Fuck you is sent to the scum that sent three of these brave officers to the hospital. There is a hot spot in hell reserved for people like that.

I am asking you all pray for these brave officers. Pray for their health and safety.

I hope yall have a safe and wonderful weekend. Now fuck off!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


Which God or Goddess are you?
Your Result: Zeus Greek King of the Gods

You are a powerful leader. You like to manipulate life to your own accord. You have many lovers. You like to rule over those who are powerless against your advances.

Ares Greek God of War
Artemis Greek Goddess of the Hunt
Dionsyus Greek God of Wine
Hades Greek God of the Underworld
Aphrodite Greek Goddess of Love
Which God or Goddess are you?
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Monday, December 04, 2006

Monday Morning

Another busy weekend has past bringing us closer and closer to Christmas. My mind is on Christmas alot lately. This weekend was filled with Christmas activities. I finnished setting up my tree. It is fake. I know that will disgust some people but that is the way it is. Frankly, the smell of Christmas trees and cat urine are the same to me. I now have a tree that is prelit. Thank God! I hate putting the lights on the tree. I have three strands of lights. When tested individually, they work. When tested together they work. Place them on the tree, they stop working. This is the point where I start kicking the tree across the room and my family disappears. This year, the tree took no time at all to put up. I love those prelit trees. One less aggravation! The person who created them is a hero to me.

The husband's Christmas party was Saturday night. It wasn't as bad as I expected. The two couples I know the best, were not going so I was a little worried how I was going to make small talk with people I don't know and don't care about for three to four hours. Turns out, we sat at a table with three great couples. Two are grandparents and the other couple is younger than me and dating. Really nice people.

Sunday my daughter's school choir was performing in the division " Annual Candle Light Christmas Choir Concert" Try saying that three times fast. I don't understand why they call it candle light. There wasn't a candle in the building. The senior choir was fantastic. They had a male and female soloist. wow! I always admire people who can sing. In my family, they consider it my gift if I DON'T sing Happy Birthday to them. I guess we are lucky here. It is still called a Christmas Choir concert. They sang traditional Christmas carols.My daughters have a Christmas concert and the school puts up a Christmas tree and Christmas decorations. My son's school is a little more ethnically diverse. They don't call the band concert a Christmas band concert, but the spirit is still there. There are many choruses of Merry Christmas heard too. My son's school does a good job of incorporating all traditions in both the concert and their daily school activities.

The holiday visiting has begun. Now I really have to get off my butt and do a good cleaning in my house. I guess I should get off here and start. Have a good week all!

Friday, December 01, 2006


Fuck you fridays are here again! Thank god because I have alot of them to send out this week.

Let's start with the weather, shall we. It has been hovering around ............(-32C )this week. Like a true Canadian, I don't mind the two feet of snow that fell. What I hate is the cold. It is inhumane to expect people to go outside when it is that cold. Unless we begin to hiberate (don't think it hasn't crossed my mind), or suddenly grow a bear coat, how can we survive the cold?

So my first fuck you is sent out to cold weather! FUCK YOU!

This brings me to my next Fuck You! I have developed a wonderful headcold. I cannot breathe. I hate that. I am quickly running out of Kleenex and it is too cold to walk to the store. Fuck You cold season

My next one is sent out to mice! In case I have never mentioned it before, I am scared of mice. Mickey may be cute, I don't want to live with him! I went out one night. When I got home, the kids met me at the door and announced the cat had caught a mouse. At first I thought " at least it is better than last winter". Last winter our cat caught a mouse and deposited it in the middle of the living room. Great, except we had company at the time. I never understood what the problem was. They got a floor show. Funny, they never came back..... I digress. Apparently, the cat would catch the mouse, run into MY bedroom and let it go. Then she would chase it more. Damn it cat! Just catch it and kill it already. Get it out of my bedroom!!!!! I knew I wouldn't sleep until it was caught. The good news was it made me quickly clean up under my bed so the cat had a clear shot at the mouse. ( I had been putting off that job for a while anyway. I also spent the next day cleaning out my closet for the same reason. At least the mouse was motivating). I had just climbed into bed and settled in for the night, when there was a lound bang. The cat was off again in hot pursuit. This time she corned the mouse in an old gym bag. I made my husband get dressed and take the whole thing out of the house. I told him, I wouldn't get any sleep if he didn't. If I didn't get any sleep, neither would he. Between the husband and the cat, the mouse has left this world. RIP little mouse. Next time stay out of my house! So here is my FUCK YOU to mice!

I have a few more, but I will save them for next week. I hope everyone has a great weekend and a happy FUCK YOU FRIDAY!!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Quick Update

It was my birthday weekend. It wasn't the hard partying birthdays of years before. It was crazy busy but all in all not bad. My daughter was in a tournament and her team finnished in first place. Now they move onto the Provincials on Dec 10. She was very proud of herself. I spent most of the weekend in various bowling alleys. Bingo bowl on friday night, kids bowling Sat morning, Hubby and child's tournaments on Sunday. I am officially bowled out. This morning I got a phone call from a fellow blogger. It is really nice to get to put a voice to the person. To protect their identity, I won't reveal who it was. They know. It started my day off very nicely. That friendly call made my day! I have developed a wonderful headcold. My body aches all over. I need to sleep. Maybe later. Just a quick warning here. I will not be participating in HNT again untill after the holidays. I just don't have the time or creativity right now. I will however, still be participating in FUCK YOU FRIDAYS. As a matter of fact, I have already started my post. Look out world, here I come! Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Thursday, November 23, 2006


Okay, I admit it. I have been crazy busy lately. I haven't had time to make new HNT pictures. Since it is my birthday on Sunday (It is not too late to get those cards and gifts in the mail), I have recycled a past birthday HNT. Have A Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Half Nekkid Thursday.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a > mood ring the other day, so he would be able to monitor my moods.

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We've discovered that when I'm in a good mood, it turns green.

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When I'm in a bad mood, it leaves a big f------ red mark on his forehead.

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Maybe next time he'll buy me a diamond!


Monday, November 20, 2006

Monday update

GO BLUE BOMBERS!!! Okay, so the Bombers were not in the Grey Cup this year. Too bad. It would have been nice to have the home team actually in the game. Congratulations to the B.C. Lions for a job well done. Next time though, pop the cork of the champagne. Don't break the Grey Cup! Yes our beloved Grey Cup winners actually BROKE the grey cup. I wonder how much that will cost to fix.

I am so proud of our city. In my opinion, we put on a world class party. Over 100,000 people for the Grey Cup parade. Fantastic! Sold out game! All Grey Cup events were sold out too! I think the biggest compliment was in the Winnipeg Free Press Today. Dillon Peters ( a vistor to our city) was quoted as saying " I prefer it here than any other city because the whole city cares" What a compliment! Pat yourself on the back Winnipeg. It was a success.

In other news; November is Premature Awareness Month. This is a subject that is dear to me. As you may or may not know, my twins were born two months premature. Thanks to the wonderful Nurses at the Health Science Centre, they thrived and were released early. Not every story has a happy ending. If you can, please donate to this worthy cause. It is supported by The March Of Dimes. You can visit them at

One more little job for you to do. Please head on over to here and put in your vote for my favorite conservative blogTHE CANADIAN SENTINEL I am sure he will be pleased to have your support.

Here's hoping you have a fantastic week!

Thursday, November 16, 2006


I got this in an email this week. It was titled "Sick of mushy emails?" My first thought was, this would be perfect for friday. So here it is. Happy Fuck You Friday!


Today for an HNT picture, by request, here is a picture of my pussy. Readers beware!


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Get your mind out of the gutter. It is my cat Snowhite. Happy HNT!

Wednesday, November 15, 2006


What do you expect from such simple creatures?

  1. Your last name stays put.
  2. The garage is all yours.

Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack.

You can be President.

You can never be pregnant.

You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.

You can wear NO shirt to a water park.

Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal.

You never have to drive to another gas station restroom

because this one is just too icky.

You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut

on a bolt.

Same work, more pay.

Wrinkles add character.

Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.

People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.

The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.

New shoes don't cut, blister,or mangle your feet.

One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.

You know stuff about tanks..

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.

You can open all your own jars.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.

Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.

You almost never have strap problems in public.

You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.

Everything on your face stays its original color.

The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.

You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life.

Your belly usually hides your big hips.

One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.

You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.

You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.

You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

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Sunday, November 12, 2006

Blog Change

I have finally succumed to temptation and I have switched over to Beta. The problem is, I can't comment on everyone's blog and some of you may not be able to comment on mine. Damn. If I don't comment on your blog for a while, don't panic. I am still checking in, I just may not be able to comment. Just so you know

Friday, November 10, 2006



There's a voice that begs us listen and it comes from 'cross the sea Though you 've never met the caller, will you listen to his plea?

Will you pause for just a moment, whisper soft a prayer or two? Will you bow your head in silence - for the man we never knew?

we know not what his name was, nor the color of his skin. We know not of his virtues; of his weakness or sin.

But we know he died in battle (though he never cared to fight). For his country's call had reached him and he died for what was right.

Was he from the teeming city? From the village, farm or town? Did he thrill to every sunrise; count his joys as night came down?

Was the breath of life sweet to him (as it is to me and you)? Was he awed by nature's wonders - this man we never knew?

We know not what his thoughts were as the ending swiftly came. Did he ask his God's forgiveness; did he breathe his mother's name?

Did he think of home and laughter; of a sweetheart, wife or friend? Did he year to stay that moment, alone he hailed the end?

He's asleep across the ocean (with a hundred thousand more). Who, for Canada and freedom, died on a forgien shore.

There's a voice that begs us listen, and lo! the text is plain; " We have paid the price of freedom, let it not have been in vain!"

Will you pause for just a moment in this hustle bustle day; Will you bow your head in silence and a few words softly pray?

Will you wear the blood red poppy and with feelings that are true; Give thanks to God for freedom - and the man we never knew!


Today, I am proud to be Canadian. I wear my poppy with pride. I remember the sacrifices made in the name of freedom. Please pause on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month and remember . LEST WE FORGET!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed this morning. Yesterday, I had an appointment to see the surgeon about my knee. The MRI results were in. Secretly, I was hoping he would say the MRI results were so severe they had no idea how I was able to stand it. They would schedule me for surgery immediately.

Dream on

The MRI results were normal. My surgery has been cancelled. The surgeon said there is nothing he can do. There is no visable damage to the knee. There is nothing for him to operate on. I begged him to do something, anything. He said normally, he would recommend I try Physio and anti imflamitories. Been there, done that. Physio only made the pain worse and the anti imflamitories did nothing. He said he could give me one shot of cortisone but that was all he could do for me. Basically, I just have to learn to live with the pain. It will now be a constant companion in my life. I can think of other things I would rather have as a companion. Money, friendship, entertainment..... you get the idea.

I really didn't know anything about cortisone shots. I did learn that it comes from one HUGE needle. ( I am not really crazy about needles) I have also discovered that the discomfort from the injection is extreme. Every time I would roll over in the night, the pain would wake me up. I can hardly walk today. To top it off, he said the cortisone won't kick in for about a week. What fun!

Bottom line is I don't feel that telling a patient that they are just going to have to live with the pain is good medicine. You would think that with all our medical advances, someone could offer a suggestion for pain relief. I am going to call my doctor today and see if I can get a second opinion or if my doctor could send me out of province to get more help. I am not quite ready to give up yet. However, if I am told no. I might just have to face the facts that I will have to live with pain for the rest of my life. I really understand the frustration that people with chronic pain must have.

Hope things are going better for the rest of you.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Canadian military

  • The average of the Canadian military man is 19 years
  • He is a short haired, tight - muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy.
  • Not yet dry behind the ears
  • Not old enough to buy a beer
  • But old enough to die for his country
  • He never cared much for work
  • He would rather wax his own car than wash his father's
  • He has never collected unemployment either.
  • He's a recent High School graduate
  • He was probably an average student
  • Pursued some form of sport activity
  • Drives a ten year old jalopy
  • He has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left or swears to be waiting when he returns form half a world away.

  • He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer.
  • He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
  • He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,
  • But he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark
  • He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

  • He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
  • He can march until he is told to stop or until he is told to march.
  • He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
  • He is self - sufficient
  • He has two sets of fatigues: He washes one and wears the other.
  • He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
  • He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth but never to clean his rifle.
  • He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
  • If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
  • He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
  • He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
  • He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humour in it all.
  • He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
  • He has stood atop mountains fo dead bodies, and helped to create them.
  • He has wept in public and private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
  • He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to "square away" those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
  • In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great - Grandfather.
  • He is paying the price for our freedom.
  • Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is the Canadian Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have woman over there in danger,doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets

Prayer wheel for our military

Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

Please stop for a moment and say a prayerfor our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq. Of all the gifts you could give a Canadian Soldier, Sailor, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

May God keep watch our our brave men and women. Please take a few moments on Saturday to remember the sacrifces these people are making for the greater good.

Friday, November 03, 2006


I am getting the flu. I feel terrible. Can you guess what my friday fuck is sent out to? Yup the nasty flu bug. Happy Fuck you Friday everyone. Hope the nasty flu bug doesn't get you too.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Happy HNT!

Idle hands do the devil's work. Boy am I in trouble. Happy HNT! Here are the Halloween pictures too.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


I am glad Halloween is over for another year. It wasn't a real happy night here. It was cold to start with. Then there was a little boy hit by a car right outside our house. Lucky little boy only has a bruised wrist. The poor driver didn't have a chance. After my kids saw that, they decided they had enough for the night. This morning I spoke to the Mom who was with the kids. She is one of the nicest people in the world. She is so upset. It wasn't her fault, but she feels responsible. There are no winners in this.

Here are some pictures of my little darlings in their costumes. I hope everyone had a good Halloween.

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Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Contrary to popular belief, I have not been kidnapped by aliens.( Just demanding children) I have let everything slide lately. I have been having a week where I just want to fall off the face of the earth. Other than checking my emails, I haven't really kept in touch with anyone. I do plan on catching up on everyone's blogs. I hope to get to it today but I can't be sure.

Those Halloween costumes are killing me. My daughters may be twins by birth but that is where their similarities end! They are so totally different. Take their costumes for example. My one daughter wanted to be The Thing from the Fantastic Four. My other daughter wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. May I remind you all that I am NOT Martha! In an emergency, I can sew on a button but that is about it. How was I supposed to make these costumes? ( I will post pictures later)

Remember when I last posted pictures of the snow we got? That snow melted, but yesterday we were supposed to get 10 - 15 cm of snow. I haven't heard the offical measurement, but it is pretty close. There is nothing I like better than slogging through snow to go trick or treating. Do we know how to have fun here or what.

Sometimes I wonder what our ancestors thought when they first settled here. I am guessing they arrived in the summer and thought " What a beautiful place. It is warm and sunny with lots of natural resources. (or something like that). Let's live here." Then October hit and I bet they thought " What the hell is this? It is cold and frozen and everything is covered in snow. Surely it will melt soon." They probably told themselves that for the next 6 months then gave up all hope of ever seeing green again. Makes you wonder doesn't it.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Halloween and only gets treats no tricks. I will try not to fall into any snowbanks and get lost til spring. Take care

Thursday, October 26, 2006


The light is not that great in this picture but it was the best I could I do. Happy Halloween HNT!

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


TODAY IS THE CIVIC ELECTION HERE IN WINNIPEG. I don't care if we vote the same or differently just get out and VOTE!!! I will let you know how right I was about my choices tomorrow. Have a good hump day.

Monday, October 23, 2006


WOW, It has been a while since I have been here. Not alot new and exciting here.

I did manage to find the only patch of ice between my house and the bank and went for a little fall. It is funny how your first thought isn't " am I hurt?" It is " Gee, I hope no one saw that". I hurt my knee again but what is new about that. I am thinking I should find a toddler and we should learn how to walk together. Apparently, I didn't get it the first time.

My MRI is tomorrow. I am a little scared. I am slightly claustophobic (sp?). The idea of sticking my head in that machine is a little frigtening. I am hoping I only go in as far as my waist. We will see.

In my family, everything can be related to an episode of the Simpson's. That is how I explained death to my kids. All the major life experiences, my kids will relate it to the Simpsons. For example, whenever we go to the waterslide, I think of poor Homer getting stuck in the waterslide. Then I worry, I might get stuck too. Let's face it. It would take about a dozen Paris Hiltons to make one of me. Anyway Mr Burns has an MRI in one of the episodes and he gets mangled in the machine. Keep your fingers crossed it doesn't happen to me.

I did something slightly stupid on the weekend. I got my nails done. Here comes the stupid part. I got my pinkie nail pierced again. The problem is I have to remove all metal from my body before my MRI. Farewell nail ring. Damn. I really like it too.

Just in case you were wondering, I did really well on my mid term. Turns out the instructor pretty much walked us through it. So I completed it with an impressive 96%. Woo hoo.

I hope everyone is having a good week. I will let you know how the mangled I get in the MRI machine.

...and Honkie, I think I will dress up as a pregnant nun with a sign that says "The Devil Made Me Do It". Just in case you were wondering.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. I have never been so scared in my life. One of the boys I look after didn't come home after school. He went missing. I was terrified. It is amazing that when you are faced with a situation like this, you can recall every detail of every child abduction story you have ever read.

I have this piece of shit car that never starts for me and I was in a panic. I called a wonderful friend of mine and told her the situation. She dropped everything and came and picked me up. She drove me everywhere looking for this boy. While we were out looking, I had my son phoning friends. No one had seen him since school let out. It turns out he went to another friend's house. No one would answer the door or the phone though, so we didn't know he was in there. Of course we found him about 10 minutes after we called 911. Then I had to call and cancel it. They were all very understanding. I am glad this boy was found safe and sound. Turns out he didn't know he was supposed to come to my house after school because in the morning I said " Have a good day" Not the usual " See you after school". Oops.

I can sure feel for the parents of missing children though. I can't imagine the horror they must feel. I hope they are fortunate enough to have their children find their way home safe and sound too.

This little emergency has proven to me once again what a wonderful police force we have here. Every time I have dealt with the Winnipeg Police, they have been wonderful. The 911 operators, the officers themselves, the detectives I have spoken too. They are all comforting, professional and competent. There were two officers here this morning doing a follow up to my 911 call. They were understanding and polite. I know not everyone has had the same good experiences with the police, but I have nothing but good things to say about them.

This morning I thought my day would be better. Wrong. I log onto blogger and find that one of my favorite bloggers is packing it in. It seems that she has been dealing with rumors, lies and innuendo due to her blog. Leigh, I will miss you and I wish you all the best.

Just to make my week complete, I got a phone call from the dentist office. Turns out our insurance has run out and I now owe my kids dentist $450.00. Ouch. I have a mid term exam tomorrow. I am getting worried that my horrible week isn't over yet. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I hope yall are having a better week.

Sunday, October 15, 2006


The Lord of the Idiots asked awhile ago for people to tell him about where we live. I got this email and thought he might find it interesting. Some of it was before my time, but alot of it I "get". Enjoy. Add to this the following list of memories. You may not recognize all of them, depending on your age; but anyone NOT raised in Winnipeg most likely won't 'get' a single one.

If you know what "Duff's Ditch" is, you come from Winnipeg. (It is the floodway. Built to protect the city from flooding)

If you know what a Salisbury 'nip' is, you come from Winnipeg. (Burger from Salisbury House. Now owned by Burton Cummings from The Guess Who)

If clouds of 'fish flies' are no big deal, you come from Winnipeg (Beach).

If three or more of your friends had Ukrainian as their first language, you come from Winnipeg.

If you know what game went on at Nordic's you come from Winnipeg. ( beats me)

If you had a heated argument whether to eat at Junior's or at Kelekis's, you come from Winnipeg. (Kelekis wins every time)

If you know what a Goldeye or Tulibee is, you almost certainly come from Winnipeg. (fish)

If you ever tried to beat your best time driving from the North end to the South end, you probably come from Winnipeg.

If you know what and where "Cooper and Mosienko" was, you come from Winnipeg. (?)

If you remember a classy department store where the elevators could be seen going up and down behind an iron grate while you waited, then you most likely come from Winnipeg. (The Bay)

If you ever skated at the Amphitheater you come from Winnipeg.

If you ever rode in a wooden electric "street car" on tracks, you likely come from Winnipeg. ( I am not that old)

If you can fill in the blanks "Does Eaton's sell --- ---?", you come from Winnipeg.

If you remember "Blue Boy" ice cream and "Kik" Cola, you come from Winnipeg. (yum)

If you remember "Pop" Kelly parked in his 'woodie', you come from Winnipeg. (This one is too old for me)

If you remember the"Golden Boy" when it was dirty for years, you come from Winnipeg. (They only cleaned it a few years ago)

If you ever partied at The Royal Alex you come from Winnipeg.

If you know Gunn's from Jeannie's, you come from Winnipeg. (Bakeries)

If you know what the "Keenora" and the "Goldfield" are, you come from Winnipeg. (Beats me)

If you can name the most successful high school in Canadian history, then you come from Winnipeg.(?)

If you ate at any of these: Shanghai, Millionaire, Oscar's, Skinner's, Half-Moon Cafe, Pizza Place, Thunderbird, Mama Trossi's, Pierre's, Pony Corral, or the Good Earth, you probably come from Winnipeg. ( I have eaten at 5 of them)

If you ever played hockey with a "road apple", you might come from Winnipeg. (hasn't everyone?)

If you know what sport Hersh Lerner, Donny Duguid, and the Braunstein Bros. were good at, then you likely come from Winnipeg. (curling I think)

If you now appreciate the superior public school education you had, you surely come from Winnipeg.

If you remember all of these you're Really Old! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Happy HNT,

It is really cold here today. It is -7C. Sorry, I was never good at converting temperatures . If you don't use Celcius, let's just say it is damn cold.

Look, even Mother Nature didn't want to do an HNT picture. She covered up.

That being said, you now know it is too cold today to get Nekkid. So here is the best I am going to do. This is where I like to be kissed. Happy HNT!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006


As I sit here recovering from three days of turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie, I thought I would check in with blogland. I hope all my Canadian friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving. To my American friends I say," you missed alot of good food".

Thanksgiving wasn't all that bad. Dinner with the inlaws was actually bearable. Until my sister in law showed up. I thought it was going too well. If we had just escaped right after dinner like I wanted to, I could have actually said it was a good day. Damn. My sister in law is lacking in her basic social skills. So are the rest of my in laws, but most days the rest of them can pretend they are allowed to play nicely in society. The sister in law is another story. There is no hope for her.It doesn't matter what the situation is, she can manage to either mortify or piss off everyone in a twelve mile radius. Thanksgiving was no exception.

In the summer, my in laws had their 45th wedding anniversary. They treated us to a weekend at a hotel and dinner theatre. It was very generous of them. They requested no gifts. We bought them a sterling silver photo album from our kids anyway. They didn't seem too thrilled with it but my concience was clear. I made the effort. About two weeks later my SIL phones and announces that she has bought her parents a week at a resort they like and we owe her $240.00 for our share. WTF!?!?! We were never consulted on this, I had already bought a gift and we were in the process of sending three kids back to school. That is way out of our budget. I left it with my husband to deal with. Big mistake. On Thanksgiving my SIL hasn't said hello to me yet. She just walks up and says " where is my money." Hello to you to. Now I am pissed. One; the husband should have to deal with this not me. Two; it would have been nice to have her at least say hello first.

I will give her credit though. She is smart enough to do these things when no one else is in the room. I didn't really answer her. I was too surprised. Anyway, I do not have the money this week. So, ( now here is where I do not look good) I borrowed the money from my parents and dropped it in her mailbox. I know she was home, but I was still so mad at her and my husband I didn't have anything nice to say to her. I should have taken the high road and given her the money with grace and dignity, but I didn't. This little incident did end up with the husband and I getting into yet another arguement. I stand by my advice. "Marry an orphaned only child. It is your only hope". I wish I had followed my own advice.

I have yet to tell you what my daughter said to me that night. She said to me " Why doesn't Grandma love me? Rebecca is her favorite. She always invites her to their house and they take her camping. They never ask my sister and me." Oh shit. What am I supposed to say to that? She is right about all of it. My daughter is many things but stupid is not one of them. I did the usual, of course she loves you bullshit. Any ideas how I can handle this one? When I tell my husband what she said his response was to gunt oh. Thanks for your support.

I am glad Thanksgiving only comes once a year.

On the positive side, I did get to go to the Trailer Park Boys movie. I was wonderful. If you are a fan of the tv show, you will like the movie. I won't spoil it for you. I will just say that Ricky sets a new record by getting sent to jail not once but twice. We got to the theatre 35 minutes early. Good thing we did. The theatre was packed. I didnt' realize how many TPB fans there are. The funny thing was, when you stood in line for your popcorn, you could pick out who was there for the TPB. Let's hear it for white trash.

I know it sounds like I am ungrateful for the things I have but I am not I am thankful for

  • My children
  • My health. ( other than my knee and frequent bouts of depression and anxiety, I am healthy)
  • My home
  • My parents
  • Food to eat
  • Bed to sleep in
  • My friends ( both in blogland and my reality)
  • My sense of humor
  • I live in a safe country

There are many more things I am grateful for but neither of us has time for all of them. I hope you all find something in your lives to be thankful for. At the risk of offending people'; God bless you all.

Gee was I channeling Tiny Tim?

****** UPDATE*******

The Weather Channel has just announced there is a winter storm warning for Northern Manitoba. Where I live there is a chance of 10 - 15 cm of SNOW TODAY!! I am still doing shorts and tank tops in the laundry. Now I have to go and find hats, mitts and boots. I am not ready for this yet.

Friday, October 06, 2006

I am in a pretty good mood today all things considered. I have discovered I have the best support system in the world and to top it off, the Trailer Park Boys movie opens today. I didn't think much could upset me today. Then I read >this

So my FUCK YOU FRIDAY is to all these sick people. How people can people use another person's grief to forward their cause? It is just plain sick. I hope there is a special place in hell for these "people"

I hope everyone has a great weekend. To my Canadian friends "Happy Thanksgiving"

Thursday, October 05, 2006


It has been an eventful week here. I have been way too tired to post this week. In a nutshell, I thought it would be faster to just list the good news and bad news of my week. Here goes.

GOOD NEWS: No one died this week.

BAD NEWS: Daughter broke finger.

GOOD NEWS: Teacher admitted she blew it when daughter broke finger.

BAD NEWS: Teacher failed to provide basic first aid to daughter with broken finger.

GOOD NEWS: Really enjoyed telling teacher that she blew it and daughter's finger was broken and I was pissed she didn't provide basic first aid.

BAD NEWS: Daughter has to wait until next week to see the specialist and get her temporary cast removed and new one put on.

GOOD NEWS: Trailer Park Boys Movie opens Friday.

BAD NEWS: Husband announced he has employee appreciation bbq at work on friday. This will involve beer and he probably won't be home until late. This means I won't get to go to the Trailer Park Boys Movie. I will have no car and since I don't know when he will be home, I can't arrange a babysitter either.

GOOD NEWS: Date for MRI has been recieved. Instead of a three month wait, I only had to wait two months. MRI is at the end of Oct. Let's hope I don't have to wait the full nine months for surgery either.

BAD NEWS: Knee still hurts and I look like Frankenstein with my new knee brace. (See HNT picture)

Happy HNT everyone!

Monday, October 02, 2006


It is 11 pm. I have just gotten back from the hospital. My daughter is still their with her dad waiting to see a doctor. They have been there for 5 hours now. Surprisingly, this is not what has made me so mad.

Let me back up a little. My daughter joined the handball team at her school. Their first (and probably her last) practice was tonight. When I went to pick her up, she met me halfway. They got out early. The first thing she said to me was " Mom, I think I broke my finger" Uhoh. "Let's see it baby". This poor child's little finger is swollen to twice its size and it horizontal to her hand! I asked her if she told her gym teacher about it. She said she had and her response was...(Here is where I get REALLY ANGRY) " There is nothing wrong with it. Go home now." WTF?!?!?!?

I have had issues with this teacher from her first day of school. I have always taught my kids that when you are playing a game, you play by the rules or we don't play at all. This teacher comes along and tells the kids that it doesn't matter if you break the rules of a game. When my son got upset about this, he was told it was no big deal and that he had to learn to get over it. This teacher also has a big hate on for my other daughter. My other daughter absolutely hates all sports. Therefore this teacher hates her. She blames my daughter for things that are not her fault. Even when witnessess say my daughter is innocent, in this lady's ( and I use the term loosely) eyes my daughter is guilty. Now she sends my obviously injured child home alone.

I understand that when you play sports there is a chance of injury. I am not upset that she hurt herself. It happens. What I am angry about is that she did not even look at her injury. She did not offer first aid, an ice pack or a phone call home to say my daughter was injured. To top it off, she sent them home early by themselves. It gets dark earlier now and I was not crazy about my daughter injured and walking home alone.

The principal can expect a very angry phone call from me in the morning. It won't do alot of good, but it will make me feel better. This principal is useless too. Her favorite saying when confronted is "Really, it is the first I have heard of it" Even if you have been in there a dozen times for the same problem. I know she is going to excuse the gym teacher's behaviour by saying something like the teacher had no way of knowing she was injured. My head is throbbing just thinking about this little conversation we will have tomorrow. Hence why I am MAD AS HELL!

Hope everyone else had a better Monday.


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This song always reminds me of Giselle. When I got my tattoo, she was right there cheering me on. Today would have been her 36th birthday. I miss her so much.

At her funeral, I decided that I am going to hell for sure now. (I was pretty sure before but now it is certain). Giselle was never an overly religious person. As far as I am concered that was her business. For her funeral, she didn't want anything religious. She planned her own service. It was held in a community hall and the service was conducted by her boss ( a lawyer). Say what you want about her, she was no hypocrite. Anyway, somehow in her husband's family tree there is a priest. He was there and decided he wanted to speak. He started out by saying " Thank you lawyer lady for letting me speak. I don't know your name." Right there I knew we were in trouble. He went on to say this was the fourth death in the family recently and there was another funeral the next day in Saskatechewan but he came to this one instead. By now I am stiffling a scream. I wanted to scream "I don't care about the other funerals! I care about THIS ONE!" Along he went with his speach. I will admit, I blocked most of it out. Here is the capper. He concluded by saying Giselle would say to us " Go home and dry your tears. I will be waiting here with Christ for you"


Giselle would NEVER have said that! She might have said, " Get the hell out and go home I have had enough". I wanted to strangle this man.

This is why I am going to hell. Who wants to strangle a priest? I am evil.

Bottom line is I am glad the funeral is over. It was so hard. I never want to go through something like that again. I hope none of you ever have to either.

By the way, at my funeral, I want this song played. I love it.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Everyone needs a laugh.

Old Rooster... A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, "OK old timer, time for you to retire."

The old rooster replies, "Come on, surely you cannot handle ALL of these hens. Look what it has done to me. Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?" The young rooster says, "Beat it! You are washed up and I am taking over.."

.The old rooster says, "I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop."

The young rooster laughs. "You know you don't stand a chance, old man. So, just to be fair, I will give you a head start."

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast. The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch when he sees the roosters go running by.

He grabs his shotgun and - BOOM - he blows the young rooster to bits.

The farmer sadly shakes his head and says, "Damn.....third gay rooster I bought this month."

Moral of this story? .. 1) You don't get old being a fool! 2 ) Age, skill, and treachery will always overcome youth and arrogance! 3) Don't mess with us OLD TIMERS !

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, He She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said... You're not pretty you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...

I want someone to say that about me someday. They say hope springs eternal.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Farewell my friend.

Yesterday afternoon a good friend of mine passed away. She was my husband's cousin's wife (follow that?). She was by far my favorite of all his relatives. We shared the same sense of warped humor. She was struck down by cancer at the age of 36. I can't tell you how much I am going to miss her. She always kept her sense of humor.

When we last saw her, she kept us laughing even when we discussed her funeral and death. She had such a love of life. The world seems a little darker today without her.I feel like there is a hole in my heart that nothing will fill.

Farewell my friend. Rest in peace. You are free from pain now butI will miss you. May your light never be extinguished.

I have a huge bottle of Bailey's that is calling my name. I think we will be good friends today.

Friday, September 22, 2006


THE LAW IS THE LAW I hope this makes its way around CANADA several times over!!!

So if the CANADIAN government determines that it is against the law for the words "under God" to be on our money, then, so be it. And if that same government decides that the "Ten Commandments" are not to be used in or on a government installation, then, so be it. And since they already have prohibited any prayer in the schools, on which they deem their authority, then so be it. I say, "so be it," because I would like to be a law abiding Canadian citizen I say, "so be it," because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions. I would like to think that those people have the Canadian Public's best interests at heart.


Since we can't pray to God, can't Trust in God and cannot post His Commandments in Government buildings, I don't believe the Government and its employees should participate in the Easter and Christmas.... celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of Canadian life. I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter. After all, it's just another day. I'd like our Government to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday,Thanksgiving & Easter as well as Sundays. After all, it's just another day. I'd like ALL Representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break." After all, it's just another day. I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved, if all government offices & services would work on Christmas, Good Friday & Easter. It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be "politically correct."

In fact.... I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...) because, after all, our government says that it should be just another day....

What do you all think????

If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the minority opinions and begin, once again, to represent the majority" of ALL of the people. SO BE IT...........


I got this little gem from my Mother in Law. I can understand the frustration behind it but I am afraid that is will be the start of a slippery slope. My son informed me yesterday that in school they no longer use BC and AD. It is politically incorrect. So now they use BCE( Before Common Era) and CE (Common Era). Even his teacher thought it was getting a little out of hand.

So in honor of political correctness gone mad I offer a huge FUCK YOU! As an added bonus, Blogger won't let me upload a picture so FUCK YOU! to blogger too.

Have a great weekend

Thursday, September 21, 2006



This is my tattoo. It has a meaning to me. I designed it myself. When I wanted a tattoo, I wanted something that would mean something to me. Something that I wouldn't regret. Butterflies and hearts have been done to death. I wanted something original. The shamrock represents my Mom's Irish heritage. The wheat represents my Dad's family's agricultural background. The initals inside the shamrock are my children's names. The tattoo is over my heart because these are the things that make up who I am. I want at least two more tattoos but I need the money first. I will let you know when I get them. Have a happy HNT!

I was asked to pass on this information to you my faithful readers. If you live anywhere near Parliment Hill in Ottawa please make plans to attend a rally at noon. There is a rally planned to show your support for our brave Forces and their families. If you can attend,please do and remember to wear red. I wish I was closer so I could attend. Thanks. You can read more about it >here

I had a post yesterday but Blogger ate it. It was brilliant. It was pure genius. It was the most amazing thing to read. It was literary paradise. Too bad the world will never see it. I knew I should have saved it first. Oh well. I will try to recreate it, but don't hold your breath. If you believe all that bull, (except for the part about Blogger eating it) I have a bridge to sell you. Have a good day

Saturday, September 16, 2006


You Are Kermit
Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know. You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems. Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green. Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!

Friday, September 15, 2006


I am sitting here watching a little boy ride his bike back and forth in front of my house. This little boy has had a crush on my daughter for three years now. He is the 'bad boy' of their class. The girls came home and told me that this boy wants to kiss my daughter. He also told her he loves her this week. Now he is cruising the sidewalk outside.

My son used to kid me that if I let him get an air gun he would sit outside and keep the boys away from his sisters. I USED TO think this was funny. Now I am counting my dimes to see if I have enough money to buy him one.

These kids are only nine. God help me. What am I going to do when they are sixteen? This is one reason why Mother's age quickly.


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I love Tom Petty. I just wish he would bring his tour here. His tour is one I would actually wait in line overnight for.

Fuck you ! Fridays

I have a few things I want to vent about.
  • digital cameras with dead batteries
  • digital camera chargers lost by children
  • not being able to exercise due to bum knee
  • gaining weight due to lack of proper exercise (see knee)
  • eating too much due to depression caused by inability to do proper exercise
  • long waiting list to fix knees ( I know I did that one last week. I am still pissed)
  • gaining more weight because of overeating caused by depression due to injured knee
  • being stuck in a vicious circle
  • bills, bills, and more bills

To all those annoying things I send a giant FUCK YOU!

There I feel a little better now.

Have a good weekend !

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Happy HNT!

The batteries in my camera are dead and I can't find the charger. Sorry gang. You just have to suffer through a rerun. Happy HNT!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006


This is what I would like. Our big car is a piece of junk. It will never start for me. So after alot of thought, I have decided that I want a pink Vespa like this one.

The reality of it is that I am scared I will look like this....

It has been pointed out to me that I cannot walk without injuring myself. If I get a scooter I might end up killing myself on it. Hey, you only go around once right. Anyway if I really hurt myself, maybe I can get a pink wheelchair. You always have to find that silver lining.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006



Today's post is brought to you by the letter H and the number 4. As in, H for homework and 4 for the number of days left until my kids go back to school. Here is your assignment. I have been thinking about inspiring saying lately. You know, those imortal words you pull out from time to time to get you through whatever it is you are stuck in the middle of. I will share my favorites with you. In return, I would like to hear yours. You can give me one or two or a dozen if you have them. I would really like to hear from you on this one. Okay, here are my favorites in no particular order.
  • I killed Cupid in self defense
  • Happiness is a warm gun and a cold body
  • If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning
  • I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
  • Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
  • . I used to have a handle on life, but it broke
  • Don't take life too seriously; no one gets out alive.
  • You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
  • Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
  • I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing. ( This makes me think of Mark)
  • God must love stupid people; He made so many.
  • The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
  • Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
  • Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
  • The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.
  • Blessed are the cracked: for it is they who let in the light
  • A good friend will bail you out of jail. A true friend will be sitting beside you saying" Damn that was fun" ( This reminds me of my Grandma)
  • I have PMS and ESP. That makes me a bitch who knows everything.
  • Life is hard. After all, it kills you. (Katherine Hepburn)
  • If you always do what interests you at least one person is pleased. ( Katherine Hepburn)
  • You say I am a bitch like it is a bad thing. ( I have that one on a tshirt)
  • Lord if I can't be skinny, please let all my friends be fat. (So far, I haven't had alot of luck in that department. I need different friends)
  • What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. (This has been my mantra many times)

Now you get the idea. They can be funny, articulate, uplifitng, or just plain stupid. It is your call.

uh oh.

Do you know how depressing it is to figure out you are worth more dead than alive? Boy, if my surgery goes wrong, my family hits the jackpot. Right now that might not be a bad thing. I have managed to dig myself into a big finacial hole. I am not sure how I did it. I guess it takes talent. I don't have enough money to make my mortgage payment this week. I thought I had it all planned out. You know how that goes though. All those expenses you weren't expecting. The $200.00 for my daughter's meds didn't help. Plus one of my parents only paid me half of what she owed me. Now I am screwed. I have written alot of cheques that are going to be bouncing around town like runaway rubber balls. I have never missed a mortgage payment and I am scared shitless. Then I stay awake at night trying to figure a way out of this mess. This sends my anxiety level through the roof. This means I need more anxiety meds to help me sleep. I don't have the money for that. So I worry more. Which means I need more meds that I can't afford so I worry more. And so it goes round and round. I know no one can help me out of this, but I am hoping that getting it off my chest will help. Thanks for listening.

Monday, September 11, 2006


On this important memorial day, please take a moment to remember the families that have lost loved ones 5 years ago. Please take a moment to remember the soldiers and their families that are making sacrifies today to help prevent it from happening again.

Check out THIS and her link to a heartbreaking video. It is sad, but an important video for people to see.

In memorial of all the victims and their families of Sept 11 2001. Rest in Peace.

If that link doesn't work, try this one

Friday, September 08, 2006


Oh what a wonderful medical system we have. You cannot tell me we do not have a two tiered medical system. My visit to the surgeon did not go as well as I had hoped. He is sending me for an MRI. Wait time for that is 3 months. Then I will go for surgery. Here is the kicker. Wait time for that is NINE MONTHS!!!! This means before my knee is fixed, I will have suffered for over a year. I waited three months to see this guy already. He told me other than wearing my brace and taking meds, there is not much he can do for me until I have surgery. For that news I only have one word......FUCK!!!!!

Here is where the two tiered system comes into play. Our Mayor ( who I do like) tore his meniscus running the Manitoba Marathon in June. He has already had surgery. I have to wait a year??!!?? Don't tell me we do not have a tiered system because we do. If I had the money I would be hauling my ass down to the states and having it done there. My friend's Mother In Law had her knee replaced. Wait time for her? TWELVE DAYS. Mine is TWELVE MONTHS for a repair. AAAARRRGGGG!!!!!

I hope you all have a good weekend.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


HNT PICTURE IS BELOW Does anyone else remember the Staples commerical. The one with the father dancing down the aisles of Staples while he does back to school shopping. All the while the Xmas carol is playing. I love that commercial. I missed it this year. Today is the first day back at school. Hooray!!! I survived another summer. I am looking forward to the routines again. In the summer I feel so disorganized because there is no order and routine. The begining of the school year feels more like a new begining to me than Jan. 1st. As I look over the past year, I cannot believe how much my life has changed. I am looking forward to new challenges. My school starts in a couple of weeks. So does Parent Council, bowling, swimming, etc. I love this time of year. It is filled with so much hope. I am hoping the worst of it all is over now. Murphy's law has struck again. I finally get in to see the surgeon today. I have waited for three months to see him. Of course in the past week my knee has felt better. I have started to wean myself off the meds. I hope the doctor will still go through with the surgery. I guess I will have to wait a little longer. I will keep you posted. Have a wonderful day

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


Subject: Calmness in our lives I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've started and never finished." So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Jim Beam, a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Absolute, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel. Please pass this on to those you feel might be in need of inner peace

Friday, September 01, 2006


I got this picture in an email. I know it is politically incorrect and probably a little racist too, but I thought it was funny. If you find it wrong I appologize. If you find it funny... enjoy

Thursday, August 31, 2006


I am not that upset this week. I have started to accept the fact that some things will never be the way I want them to. (OMG! Does that mean I am growing up?) I found this and I think it what has helped me. We can all use this once in a while. Happy Friday everyone! Have a few drinks and relax for me.