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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
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.> >
We've discovered that when I'm in a good mood, it turns green.> >
When I'm in a bad mood, it leaves a big f------ red mark on his forehead.> >
Maybe next time he'll buy me a diamond!>
Monday, November 20, 2006
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 http://www.marchofdimes.com/
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
- Your last name stays put.
- 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
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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!
PLEASE PAUSE FOR A FEW MINUTES SATURDAY AND REMEMBER THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN WHO ARE FAR FROM HOME FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM. PLEASE REMEMBER THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN WHO MADE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR COUNTRY.
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.
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
- 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 militaryLord, 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
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Here are some pictures of my little darlings in their costumes. I hope everyone had a good Halloween.EDIT ************************************************
STUPID BLOGGER WON'T LET ME ADD THE PICTURES. I WILL TRY LATER.