tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297621892024-03-06T22:59:50.052-05:00Life Or Something Like ItLive
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday marked 13 long years since my Dad passed away. I think that recently I have been missing him more because my mental health is really not so great. I am struggling with issues that are both silly and frightening. I can't stop the stop the silly and innane from seeping into my brain, so as you can well imagine, the scary thoughts are much more invasive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The good news is that both Shawn and I are going to see my Mum in September (?) and I will see my ocean again. Not only will I see my ocean, I will get to share it all with Shawn. We will be staying with my Mum for at least part of the time and I am hoping that this will help along the healing process that both she and I are still working through. All I know is, I need my Mummy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Mr. Landon is still astounding me every day! He was marching around Kayla's place wearing my grandmothers heirloom ring the other day, happy as can be until Kayla caught him. Not even two and he likes baubles and jewels. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> He says things like 'oh wow', 'ok' and NANA! The OH WOW is usually when he is angry at his mom, like 'oh wow mom, really? ' He says bye, and gives great hugs when he is in the mood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My Jessa just graduated from highschool. It doesn't seem all that long ago that she was in grade 8, sick as a dog, and fighting for her life. Now, she is gorgeous, healthy, and on the honour roll!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">September will also mark the 11th anniversary of Shawn and I. What better way to celebrate then a trip to see the ocean, and puffins, and whales? Eleven years - I am still amazed at our staying power. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Next month is the Sci Fi Convention in Toronto. This year it may well be a family event like none other. We are doing our best to get the whole fam damily there for at least one day. I think that Landon is old enough to meet and greet with the celebs. James Marsters will be there, and if KC does not meet him this year, she may well have a full blown break down. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So, that's that. I am still keeping my head above water, still a crazy, funny, Nana, and still sane enough to worry about my sanity. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-25366212938761429042012-03-21T10:16:00.000-04:002012-07-12T17:11:52.208-04:00Sunshine Boy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Somehow, someway, this little boy appeared when I turned away just for a moment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I am lucky enough to see him at least once a week, since we live a short distance away from each other, and I am the number one babysitter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Life, my friends, is good. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Jessica's prom is slowing creeping up on us, and we haven't even begun our dress shopping. This is A BIG DEAL for me, because, Jessica is our baby and she is the last of our three girls to graduate from highschool. She is taking co op at school, and is thinking of becoming a chef, a baker, a cake decorator, something along those lines. She maintained her honour roll status, and I could not be more proud, or feel more blessed then I do right now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">On Sunday, Kayla, Shawn, Landon and I took a trek through Victoria Park. It was such a warm and lovely day, there were kids and parents everywhere, and I marvelled at the fact that Shawn and I were once again a part of it all. I was chasing a silly little boy, pushing him on the swings, and navagating his stroller through the the throngs of like minded people. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I am spending more time out of doors, even if it is just on the back porch watching the pups explore the sodden yard and debris left over from winter. (Part of that debris is a Power Wheels Jeep that a neighbour never retrieved). One day very soon, I will have to tackle that mess to make the yard Landon friendly. For now, I am just basking in the delight of a day without snow and mitts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I never did talk about my trip back home to Halifax. Aside from spending an afternoon with a dear friend and her youngest daughter, most of my time was spent with my brother and sister in law. I skipped a visit with Betty, my bio mom, which was something that did not come easily for me. I so desperately wanted her to greet me with wide open arms and a flurry of hugs and kisses. It didn't exactly go as planned. For the sake of my mental health, and my desire to keep my visit as drama free as possible, I did not see my Mum. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">It was the right thing at the time, but man, it was the hard thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I did learn that my family is hopelessly and mournfully lost without me *grin* </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I missed my family, my little dogs, my Landon.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New;">I was beyond happy to see, smell, and enjoy the ocean again, but coming home was great, too. I will never forget seeing Shawn sitting at the train station, flowers in hand, waiting for me to come home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">It made all of the panic attacks, sleepless train rides, and stress so worth it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Shawn and Iare stronger and more in love than we ever have been. Iam happy to say this because, it was not so long ago that a third party and his involvement almost made for the end of us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I look forward to seeing him everyday, and we are making an effort to spend more alone time and family time together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">On a less personal note, WTF is going on with The Walking Dead! Seven freaking months until the new season?Seven months to findout who or WHAT saved Andrea in the woods?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">And what about Rick?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Is he losing it, or WHAT???</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I think that there are going to be some huge surprises in store for Darryl, our resident rebel turned team player. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I just knew that he would save Carol. I am sure that there is a storyline in there somewhere, between Darryl and Carol. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I CAN NOT WAIT seven months to find out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I am also on the edge of my seat waiting for The Cabin In The Woods and Hunger Games. Finally, some movies hitting the theater that look like they are worthy of my money and time. Jessica has read all of books, and promises that 'Games' will be worth the price of admission. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Well, since I am babysitting, I should go sit with the baby (he is right here with me) and play cars the way that I do whenever I come over. He is such a good boy, I have no idea where all of his goodness and sweetness come from. His gorgeous blue eyes however, are all from his Nana. </span></div>
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-51650015102078727032012-01-20T19:33:00.000-05:002012-01-20T19:33:17.384-05:00WTF???Ok seriously, I know that it has been a bit since I have blogged - the fact that I know longer have a computer hinders my creativity - but for crying out loud, that does not give anyone the right to hijack my blog.
Since I ended a "friendship" some months ago, everything electronic has been hacked.
WTF????
This person claims to love me, yet all he/she does is make my life a living hell.
This my former pal, is anything BUT love.
GAH.
In other news, Landon is beyond awesome. He looks like my Dad, and I find a certain peace in that. I wish that my Dad were here to see him, but this is the next best thing. I can't wait for my Dad's sister to meet him.
He is walking, just beginning to talk - WOW - is his new word. I keep telling Shawn that I love this little boy beyond anything that I can explain, express, more that I ever thought possible. He still takes my breath away every time that I see him.
How incredible is that??
Jessica just turned 17 and in the next few weeks we will be shopping for prom dresses. I am still in denial. My baby is almost finished high school.
She is doing remarkably well, in every way. She is healthy, and is on the honor roll. She wants to be a baker or chef when she graduates, and I could not be more proud.
I miss this. Blogging, venting, dropping in to say hi. I miss my blog buddies and the sense of community that it gives me. I need to come back more often.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-86275911998185636372011-11-02T11:26:00.006-04:002011-11-02T12:50:59.659-04:00Cha cha cha I'm Back<strike></strike><blockquote>
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</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-40639679610568477382011-09-12T00:09:00.000-04:002011-09-12T00:09:16.858-04:00It has been so long since I have written anything of depth, substance, or anything at all really.<br />
There are many reasons for this lull. I can tell you, and myself that Landon has been occupying my time, or my many pets, my girls, crazy summer adventures, or something of the like are competing for my time. While this is true enough, the real problem isn't any of the above, or in truth, even my lack of a computer in our house. The real,honest to goodness truth is that my own brain is sabatoging me. I am very much medicated, see my shrink, and do what I can to ease the stress of my broken mond. <br />
It just doesn't make a lick of difference.<br />
I can not control my racing thoughts, the craziness that seems to not only follow me, but actually embraces me and threatens to strangle me in its hold.<br />
There seems to be no escaping the madness that follows my every move, my every thought, my every breath. I don't know HOW to find my way out of this. <br />
Not even writing is enjoyable or theraputic for me anymore. Most days I can barely put thoughts into real, full sentences, never mind find a way out of this dark hole that is hovering above me, waiting to swallow me. <br />
I am lost, and wandering. My only hope is that something or someone finds me before it is too late.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-50474913928856109332011-06-18T23:57:00.000-04:002011-06-18T23:57:06.010-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNUCoD2Q-5O6uYhNCLcoiswz7v49aMPXR_nMwBqYLNjCLlhlHavyDJp_K11cinqxvtihwHlrjlnqepiSxBzsoiu7kjspBWiiA-BUUcoChfELQ8nd2km7-FDwp3tqGbWyg17uL/s1600/dad.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNUCoD2Q-5O6uYhNCLcoiswz7v49aMPXR_nMwBqYLNjCLlhlHavyDJp_K11cinqxvtihwHlrjlnqepiSxBzsoiu7kjspBWiiA-BUUcoChfELQ8nd2km7-FDwp3tqGbWyg17uL/s320/dad.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>Happy Father's Day to all of the wonderful Dad's out there. <br />
Special thoughts to all of you that have lost a Dad....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-66580868257062539462011-06-10T16:39:00.002-04:002011-06-10T16:39:29.077-04:00Just For Laughs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1VAhlB4fIy6guIf9EmJ92rwhyphenhyphen00VTNj7no5NVnvFvsOcPbDHGT5OPyeKCypJdoDGhHPXpBARG2XL4Wtp7mFqbyKXfAOC7twbepO0uAaVBfyzwKSeSSyUtTcXXjI2kr5FgoYc/s1600/funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1VAhlB4fIy6guIf9EmJ92rwhyphenhyphen00VTNj7no5NVnvFvsOcPbDHGT5OPyeKCypJdoDGhHPXpBARG2XL4Wtp7mFqbyKXfAOC7twbepO0uAaVBfyzwKSeSSyUtTcXXjI2kr5FgoYc/s320/funny.jpg" t8="true" width="262" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-29999463866089904892011-05-05T21:32:00.001-04:002011-05-05T23:13:10.084-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am actually looking forward to Mother's Day this year. Not only is my daughter a new mom, I am a new Nana and I am speaking to my own Mum again after an 8 year estrangement. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEk7O3n_9ibUBePxD0VKw79F6cfieaK9eDD8XtKTnHUTc9Kybm0MjOzW0gyQh4vhZ3QNhwPYkpXBTZJjqgjfaCCrgKO3V2Ximk5jM3i6Vwrs9m4NOJ59kvPCdp5mB7r06xmqfO/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEk7O3n_9ibUBePxD0VKw79F6cfieaK9eDD8XtKTnHUTc9Kybm0MjOzW0gyQh4vhZ3QNhwPYkpXBTZJjqgjfaCCrgKO3V2Ximk5jM3i6Vwrs9m4NOJ59kvPCdp5mB7r06xmqfO/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /></a>It still doesn't feel real sometimes - the Nana part, having a relationship with my Mum, having a daughter that is a mother. I guess that it is still sinking in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope that all Mom's feel like this on Sunday and everyday. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-80095632616926559552011-04-28T22:50:00.000-04:002011-04-28T22:50:26.347-04:00Proof<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">that I <em>can </em>bake and survive. 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dustin Diamond was a very pleasant surprise! He was great. He was not the douche bag that most people think he is. He hugged us, told us some juicy inside bits about <em>Saved By The Bell</em>, and was just a nice guy. I really dig him. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPdq6QOUHVN852se_yF6oTYJmCiuMLcz1RVRwOCShqxIlpIqvRlykK_lQPy0THdt8lPkCqWcw9B6SnAdSMc0QwGXRCtu3atyYm332jI_xspuZlD7Oqb7LlBBjaECx4vcRpKK7/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPdq6QOUHVN852se_yF6oTYJmCiuMLcz1RVRwOCShqxIlpIqvRlykK_lQPy0THdt8lPkCqWcw9B6SnAdSMc0QwGXRCtu3atyYm332jI_xspuZlD7Oqb7LlBBjaECx4vcRpKK7/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here we are at Dundas Square. If there is a protest, an impromtu concert, some sort of live action show, you will find it here. This was Elvis, I think, but he was blasting Johnny Cash songs. Whatever. He was awesome. He was there for at aleast two days in a row. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was also offered a free bag of limes (courtesy of The City Of Toronto), which I declined, but later regretted,. KC bought a mini Butter Finger for 27 cents,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSRhH3XHl5E3Lsjly6faU6RKD55bQ24Ysq89yoKbYyqzQ81j64AdCrCClHahMrp_eK2DERCJOcAcav_q15PGlEszq7XX5L85Ubs00u_JrWpuey_PivZyY4b7afTZECx6JEVQx/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSRhH3XHl5E3Lsjly6faU6RKD55bQ24Ysq89yoKbYyqzQ81j64AdCrCClHahMrp_eK2DERCJOcAcav_q15PGlEszq7XX5L85Ubs00u_JrWpuey_PivZyY4b7afTZECx6JEVQx/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a>for some cause or other. </div><br />
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She is one the one the highlights of our trip. <br />
We had to wait in line to see her, and the man in front of us was special needs. He took up about 15 minutes of her time, taking pic after pic, gifting her with Avon jewelry, and repeating the same thing - again and again. She not only took the time to to actually listen to this guy, she posed, happily, for about 20 different photos. She was so patient and kind that I not only immeadiately <em>liked her. </em>I respected her for her treatment of a man that most people would have ignored or dealt with quickly. <br />
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Honestly? That trip wiped my ass out. We got home late Sunday night and I spent most of Monday sleeping. It was my first big expedition since I got sick, and I realized that everything must be done in moderation. (Not a word that is normally in my vocabulary). I need to get out more, exercise, be active, but this was like a whirl wind of activity. <br />
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This week is all about spring cleaning. We have cleared about 6 garbage bags and at least as many boxes out of the basement. It's a big freaking deal for me, cuz, although I am not a hoarder, I really could be. I hang on to things, to compensate, I suppose, for all of the loss in my life. That's what Dr. Phil would say anyway. <br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-16133224995251765252011-03-14T17:40:00.000-04:002011-03-14T17:40:01.429-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tired. Tired of being walked on, used, and then being pushed aside when I can't do something 'useful.' </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Tired and just plain done with the bullshit. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-54802408417971861482011-03-13T22:26:00.000-04:002011-03-13T22:26:51.076-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">RETIRED HUSBAND <br />
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After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target. <br />
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Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. <br />
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Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Target: <br />
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Dear Mrs. Harris, <br />
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Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our? store. <br />
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We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. <br />
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Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Harris, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras: <br />
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1. June 15: He took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking. <br />
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2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. <br />
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3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom. <br />
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4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'. <br />
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5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&Ms on layaway. <br />
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10. September 10 : While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were. <br />
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12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his ' Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels. <br />
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13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!' <br />
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14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!' <br />
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15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the clerks passed out. <br />
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Going to go catch up with everyone right now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-88504623122277027692011-02-03T23:37:00.000-05:002011-02-03T23:37:05.097-05:00click here to see what the doctor said<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-33347233397553822852011-02-02T11:35:00.000-05:002011-02-02T11:35:55.904-05:00Scared<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you have medical tests done and the doctor won't give you the results over the phone, does that mean that it is bad news??? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-39094076045531404482011-01-28T00:26:00.000-05:002011-01-28T00:26:23.685-05:00Family Friday - Week Four - Lola and Bruno Turn TWO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuystyxS89Kn667qyxGIkRHoStYClQBtONqtBQ178ijW-N2Xse2xylEQIIzxopP1Uh1MX1vgRjSchptln0u2rzhnryPLkoJO_QAirVDLCv1dY_6Izof_p55QbLxcrTcLE5ydi/s1600/guess+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuystyxS89Kn667qyxGIkRHoStYClQBtONqtBQ178ijW-N2Xse2xylEQIIzxopP1Uh1MX1vgRjSchptln0u2rzhnryPLkoJO_QAirVDLCv1dY_6Izof_p55QbLxcrTcLE5ydi/s320/guess+016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7uyQoycGb_civARGUkw1Y5bwHxKqxCF1TnJgDP9wYCDqaLleR4OM6xxiyZavuFR0nydpBghlxm9O_wJZaRjChS3AfTZS0tQkeNo7gbcEHgbL0vI0GW4bVKDTY6zvJyPwdBzd/s1600/DSCN4379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7uyQoycGb_civARGUkw1Y5bwHxKqxCF1TnJgDP9wYCDqaLleR4OM6xxiyZavuFR0nydpBghlxm9O_wJZaRjChS3AfTZS0tQkeNo7gbcEHgbL0vI0GW4bVKDTY6zvJyPwdBzd/s320/DSCN4379.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: red;">Lola and Bruno are TWO! Can you believe it? </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;"> As you can see, Bruno is a pretty relaxed guy. Here he is just chillin on the sofa with Raj, our kitten. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">Lola. on the other hand, is living large in her fancy glasses.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;"> I know that some people don't think of their pets as part of the family, but in our house, they are very much family. I would be lost without my bad little pups. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">Happy Birthday to Lola, Molly Bella, Darby, Mia, and Bruno.</span></strong><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-65299816195284448042011-01-25T20:04:00.000-05:002011-01-25T20:04:44.422-05:00Landon is 2 Months Old<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDR469lCR2vAyKqByIhW2be-hLgXZX8bplfSNMR1f6h-iIFQQFxI-tcmJ8sN7HYya7UaLvs3EY7EfclRqApdDZhTJD0W6Y4VFI-MwsfH0l9Tz-b9mFzgeoGMVqXsdavk2LfUm-/s1600/babyboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDR469lCR2vAyKqByIhW2be-hLgXZX8bplfSNMR1f6h-iIFQQFxI-tcmJ8sN7HYya7UaLvs3EY7EfclRqApdDZhTJD0W6Y4VFI-MwsfH0l9Tz-b9mFzgeoGMVqXsdavk2LfUm-/s320/babyboy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">I am still in awe of this silly, smilely, laughing little boy. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> Love :)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-3339061384925121162011-01-21T20:00:00.000-05:002011-01-21T20:00:26.577-05:00Family Friday Week 3 Brotherly Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlZ_GHYpfPZzl00iDQEIW-NbdXuM1u36GrBRRZlSgxMjFOASTNuhvjL_u9ZQAfeXgdQ4EQPwYdIynqxYHZ841CSZSnyrQVU8QY6uo02_90_5DAEjWjgbSsyLA_JhBeWps3hEK/s1600/sb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlZ_GHYpfPZzl00iDQEIW-NbdXuM1u36GrBRRZlSgxMjFOASTNuhvjL_u9ZQAfeXgdQ4EQPwYdIynqxYHZ841CSZSnyrQVU8QY6uo02_90_5DAEjWjgbSsyLA_JhBeWps3hEK/s1600/sb.jpg" /></a></div>Steve and Biddie. <br />
June 1970. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-66565000781800275352011-01-19T22:54:00.002-05:002011-01-19T22:54:35.477-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilF7MXQRLlnZksbrdNfw_W-W-R1ITgqvJjD4b52MFYUi0mWButiUcfstyFxfP1gARMcGo9JTNf8xBkBFIXRGvFU-KJPfHWasoDtZWccgxJF-1G2Q7lZ9FkUTjTYbNb-WiRwbJe/s1600/blogpic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilF7MXQRLlnZksbrdNfw_W-W-R1ITgqvJjD4b52MFYUi0mWButiUcfstyFxfP1gARMcGo9JTNf8xBkBFIXRGvFU-KJPfHWasoDtZWccgxJF-1G2Q7lZ9FkUTjTYbNb-WiRwbJe/s320/blogpic1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-21452381248272683752011-01-18T17:49:00.001-05:002011-01-18T18:02:14.708-05:00Go Ahead, Make My Day<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had an appointment with my doctor today and I met a very sweet girl in the waiting room. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> She thought that I was 26 and I was (obviously) way too young to be a grandma. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Also, she liked my hair, which I not only washed but also brushed today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Hey, it's my story and I can tell it the way that I want to :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-84483987943467309622011-01-16T22:52:00.004-05:002011-01-16T22:56:13.349-05:00Ch-Changes<span style="color: red;">Life can be strange. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Just when you think things are one way, something happens to pull the rug out from under you. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">KC has moved out again and I am no longer considered eligible for disability. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"> Ain't that a kicker? </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I have sent out some invites to a new blog. If I missed you on the invitation list, let me know and I will make sure that you can visit me at my new place. I will sort things out there. (Click on the post title to be redircted if you are singed in)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29762189.post-45786432944103899682011-01-13T23:05:00.000-05:002011-01-13T23:05:42.922-05:00Family Friday - Week Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This lovely lady with the big smile is my grandmother, who will be 90 in 2 short months. She travelled to Kayla's baby shower all the way from the Windsor area to be at the shower. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EJsyd50JlN61gFMCXQeJcLJupKh5vwqEABm5Lv0FNuX4fk1aA89B3iWRQQA5861_sxBrdXDO_xosn9wpKbsCizJGGrx6vuKgS2X8irz16sW9pXiXM87mXU4DXnPaOvSoa2eH/s1600/babyshower+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EJsyd50JlN61gFMCXQeJcLJupKh5vwqEABm5Lv0FNuX4fk1aA89B3iWRQQA5861_sxBrdXDO_xosn9wpKbsCizJGGrx6vuKgS2X8irz16sW9pXiXM87mXU4DXnPaOvSoa2eH/s320/babyshower+014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> I think it is amazing that I, as a granmother, still have MY grandmother. How lucky am I?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/80x15.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ca/">Creative Commons Licence</a>.</div>Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com5