Archive for October, 2014

Dark Days of Late Fall

Being tired seems to be my mantra this past week. So much to do and so little time to fit it all in. A double batch of orange hued rice krispie squares laden with Hallowe’en sprinkles, hot milk cupcakes in skeleton liners for daycare tomorrow and peanut butter fudge done and delivered for Griefshare. I am rebelling and not doing the every night out lately. Doing preschool and pre preschool as well as keeping the house clean and organized for daycare is not a simple task. I really hate the ghoulish macabre slant this holiday has taken. Browsing the dollar store last night my eyes were assaulted with severed arms and legs covered in fake blood and ghouls. Its just worse now since everyone is into Zombies. Tomorrow the kids and I will play fun Monster Mash type of music and dress up with attire from the Tickle Trunk, throw balls in the gaping pumpkins I painted and bob for apples…pretty fun and pretty innocent.

I think I got a compliment today. In a facebook debate site I could not follow the conversation and realized that the woman who has me blocked had been debating that thread. Of course I could not follow it so mentioned it took me two hours to figure out why it was so disjointed- the individual who has me blocked was commenting on the thread leaving large gaps in the debate. I received a pm from a woman saying “I feel better now. That woman also has me blocked. I mean if she has you blocked and you are the single most more polite person in there than me- well!” I was polite the day I got blocked. I had voiced my opinion on pro life and she is pro choice. She didn’t agree and posted a comment. I answered and poof! her comment was gone so then mine made no sense. I didn’t realize she had me blocked so removed what I considered to be a senseless comment. Later I figured out she had me blocked due to our opposing views. Do you think it wise to go into a debate room and block everyone who doesn’t agree?

She may be talking to herself before long. Who am I to talk- I talk to myself all the time…this blog is a good example of that!


Turn the Lights off

It is Fall and time for me to add a few red highlights to my blonde. I joked with my hairdresser today saying that it had to do with the red maple but I hoped that when the leaves fall off of the trees my hair doesn’t fall out. I guess although it is a change it could be considered predictable…consistent. The second time that word has came up today- the first in child rearing and the expectations that kids have of you. Years ago a couple in leadership explained to me that they had dealt with all kinds of families. Some believed in spanking while others preferred a more gentle approach and surprisingly enough both worked as long as the families remained consistent in doling out punishment. I have unfortunately some children who are consistently defiant and hard on the other kids. It takes an extra portion of my grace and a lot of love dealing with one in particular.

So today I parked my little Sentra a few yards away from my hairdressers and walked back. Two hours later I returned and put my foot on the clutch and turned the key- “click click click”. This is a joke- right? I tried again but then became concerned that perhaps I could burn out the starter. I really had no idea but my mind started playing games with me…we have only had the car for 10 days. I had prayed over a small inexpensive older car with low mileage for  a long time then this green 2001 Nissan Sentra in immaculate condition with only 90000 km came along and within our price range. We could pay cash for it as well as license it and the truck with the money we had left from income tax. I like this little car and named her Greta…

So I called Tony on my cell and broke the news to him. He was handy and would be there in five. I thought long and hard…what makes sense? Dead battery? Had I left the lights on…had I had the lights on? No…but wait. When I had got in the car earlier there was a lot of heavy dew on the window and I had been uncertain about the wiper switch…hadn’t I thoughtlessly touched the light switch too searching for the wiper switch? I glanced to the light switch…yup! I had inadvertently turned the lights on! PHEW!! the battery was dead…not so bad! So with a push I was able to let out the clutch and start her up! Thankful…AND I will be very conscious of that. Its good it happened in broad daylight with help nearby.

Well its not broad daylight now…I am breaking the promise to myself to go to bed earlier. Hard though when you hate to go to bed as you may miss something.

Memories of Summer




Me and Emma after dinner at one of our favorite unique places. Its hard to believe how much older we all are…Emma Lu Jean turned 16 this summer while she visited with us…an amazing girl! Emma is one of 5 amazing grand children.

She actually just did a cd. Pretty happy for her!

Its Been Too Long…

Life has gotten in the way. Days are filled with kids and preschool and potties. Evenings are centred around Griefshare counseling, Kid’s group and teaching others. Life is not boring. But…I get tired. Thoroughly enjoyed a three day weekend. Yesterday was Canadian Thanksgiving and I cooked a turkey before we headed to a nearby community to visit my Ma and Pa and his dad. After going through cancer last year I have determined that yes staying home and getting much accomplished is easier on the head but really not profitable in the big picture.

On our return Tony took the back wheel off of my little car to see if it needed a bit of grease and did just that.. so..greased it. No squeaking today! I proceeded to throw together an apple crumble and a turkey dinner with all the fixins. Hubby kinda looked down about no family around again this year so I admonished him to make his own memories and stop depending on the past. Life is too short…or wait…sometimes it seems too long!

Saturday I got a little car…for me! Sunday driving down the highway and shifting it from third to fourth I shouted loudly “FREEEEDOOOMMM”!!! I reminded myself of my 16 year old very fun crazy granddaughter, Emma. Poor child has been told she is very much like her nanny. Living 7 miles from the closest town and working from home has its drawbacks. One is that Tony’s office is in town so once he is gone I am carless. I have had offers to borrow but I loan…not borrow.

Perhaps I can get back at this some…