Free stuff from Mama's Losin It!

So I'm trying to win free stuff from Mama's Losin It. The challenge is to blog using the words she has given us in order to get our name in the draw three times. So, sadly, I couldn't think of anything FABULOUS to amaze you with. I just did my homework, like always, for completion, and not top marks.

Read on.

-epistemology
-shower
-myspace
-best friend
-lesbian
-greyhound
-fluke
-LOL
and
-beige

Okay, so, get this. I was in the shower the other day, when my greyhound, Fluke, came flying in with my best friend, an epistemology major, on his tail. He was eating her beige thong, and she was NOT IMPRESSED. (She’s a lesbian, so seeing me naked was the highlight of her day, to say the least! LOL) It didn’t phase them even the slightest bit to see that they had invaded myspace. My. Personal. Space.

Okay, so it’s a little lame. Okay. It’s a lot lame. But she didn’t even once say it had to be good!

Humiliation is good for the soul. No, really.

I was trying to figure out what to write about that would catch the attention of all (3 or 4) of you.

I considered a child birth story.

I tossed around the idea of a love story, like Heather and Carrie. (Would you call Carrie's latest series a love story? Probably not.)

Maybe, then, some of my most embarrassing moments? (Mom, we're not going to let Dad get ahold of this blog entry, are we??) If someone can truly laugh out loud at themselves, then they are surely well adjusted, right?

Nope. However, I shall share anyway.

There were many stupid moments in my life.

1.  The time I actually thought I could run over a soccer ball on my bike. You know, like a speed bump. It. Didn't. Work. I fell. It hurt. On the up-side though, my brothers, who kicked the ball at me in the first place, totally got heck over it. I got to watch. When all else fails, make someone else feel even worse. It is very satisfying.

2.  How about when I was so totally over the moon for Murray Sparrow that I copied him when he dove into our pool. He dove into the shallow end. It turns out I can't do that. I went straight down. My nose hurt. My pride hurt. I bled. But I think he put his arm around me to lead me over to the chair. That was sweet.

3.  That same visit, he asked Matt to go get him some warm salt water. I followed Matt and made a glass for myself. After all, if that fine looking specimen is going to drink this crap, well then, so shall I! I came down the stairs with my glass and proceeded to drink it. I gagged. My nose wrinkled. I think my eyes watered. But through the waterfall, I could see him looking at me like I had grown a third arm right out the top of my head. It turns out that he had an injury on his finger, and he needed to soak it. I. Felt. Stupid.

4.  When I was pregnant with my first, they were trying to induce me early, and had me in the hospital for the delightful gelling process. My parents came in to visit. My Dad wandered off as my mom sat by me. He came walking back in with a huge camp-style flashlight and said "Hey, what's this for?" Silence. You could see it register in my Dad's face when he realized what that was for. "Oh." he said. And he slunk quietly away. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed. Him or me.

5.  There was one time at a party when .... ummm. Nope. That one is just going to stay in the tomb where it belongs. Never to be brought up again.

6.  There would be the time my Dad walked in on me. I was young. I wasn't alone. If it means anything at all, he was truly my first love and while I would delete that one episode if I could live my life over (but Please God don't do anything so rash!) the rest would remain. I can't even allow myself to try to bring any comedy into this. It was just plain awful.

7.  The time I got piss-drunk babysitting at 13 and puked all over the place. I had to use my earnings - plus - to pay for the steam cleaning. I was grounded for a long time after that. This stunt led to the discovery of all my not-exactly-properly-purchased items I had socked away in my room. That made things even worse for me. I know. Shocking.

Now you know a little more about me. Do you feel blessed? I have been long-winded for the last few posts. I promise to keep the next ones short and sweet.

Have a fabulous weekend all!!!

Remembering Shelley

A look back...See our beautiful Shelley here


Two years ago today ....

My sister-in-law probably had a cup of tea.
She probably had absolute faith that she was making the right decision.
I'll bet that she was relieved.
I'm sure she did it early on, so that no one would disturb her.
I'm absolutely CERTAIN that she thought of Buddy, but just couldn't see him through the darkness.


Two years ago today ....

Buddy came home and was welcomed by Catdog, who was outside in the rain.
He saw Shelley's car in the driveway.
He knew that she wouldn't leave the cat out in the rain if she was home - and okay.
Buddy had the courage to hurry around the house, calling Shelley's name.
He knew this wasn't good.
He found her.


Two years ago today ....

A husband cried for his wife.
Parents mourned their daughter.
Mom came home to the police delivering a shocked and devastated son.
I got a phone call.
Family gathered.


One year ago today ....

We tried our best to be what Buddy needed.
We gathered as a family.
We set balloons free and watched them rise up, up , up to where Shelley could catch them.
Maybe she laughed at our silliness.
Maybe she cried for our grief.


Today ....

We won't be able to gather around each other.
Perhaps each person will, in their own way, just think of her.
Remember one thing about her.
Those weird little green tomato pickle things that Gramma loved, and I never did try.
The way she just loved to stay and visit. I wish she had stayed longer.
The way she held my wee Olivia. And went truckin' up the road with her in her stroller. She loved my other girls too, but it's different when you watch a tummy grow, and get caught up in the excitement of a new baby. When you hold that sweet little thing. You bond. She bonded. I loved that so much.


Two years ago we said good-bye to an incredible person. She was warm and loving and had a wonderful laugh. I can still hear it.


Today her memoriam reads

When someone you love becomes a memory,
That memory becomes a treasure.
But then ... you were a treasure even before you left us.

And she was.

I'm layin' it out there folks!!! No offense intended, but ....

http://www.asiancanadian.net/2007/09/politician-wants-music-promoter-bruce.html


It is NOT racist.

It is FACTUAL.


SPEAK UP FOR YOUR COUNTRY CANADIANS!


Bruce Allen is not out of hot water yet.



VANCOUVER/CKNW(AM980) - Despite being given a show of support by Vancouver 2010 organizers, embattled music manager and CKNW editorialist, Bruce Allen is not out of hot water just yet as the fallout continues from his recent commentary indicating immigrants to Canada should 'fit in,' or 'go home.'

Richmond Liberal MP, Raymond Chan, is set to file an official complaint with the CRTC (Canadian Radio & Television Commission) about Allen's recent 'reality check' alleging the piece was discriminatory. Chan is also demanding an official apology and a retraction of the comments.

It's time we all get behind Bruce Allen, and scrap this Political Correctness business. His comments were anything but racist, but there are far too many overly-sensitive 'New Canadians' that are trying to change everything we hold dear.

For example, our National Anthem: Don't know what your opinions are, but I certainly agree. --- I'm sorry, but after hearing they want to sing the National Anthem in Hindi - enough is enough. Nowhere or at no other time in our nation's history, did they sing it in Italian, Japanese, Polish, Irish (Celtic), German, Portuguese, Greek, or any other language because of immigration. It was written in English, and should be sung word for word the way it was written. The news broadcasts even gave the translation -- not even close.

I am not sorry if this offends anyone, this is MY COUNTRY - IF IT IS YOUR COUNTRY SPEAK UP ---- please pass this along.... I am not against immigration .. Just come through like everyone else... Get a sponsor; get a place to lay your head; get a job; pay your taxes; live by the rules ...AND... LEARN THE LANGUAGE

As all other immigrants have in the past .

And LONG LIVE CANADA!

PART OF THE PROBLEM? Think about this: If you don't want to forward this for fear of offending someone-----YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM !!!!

Will we still be the Country of Choice and still be CANADA if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries who have come to live in CANADA because it is the Country of Choice??????

Think about it! IMMIGRANTS, NOT CANADIAN'S, MUST ADAPT.

It is Time for CANADA to Speak up.

If you agree - pass This along.


Rhonda's Thoughts:

I forwarded an email like this not long ago and it started quite the controversy! And I love a good debate.

I whole-heartedly agree with this message.

What other country caters to the customs of their "guests"?

This is not racist. I do not care if you come from Ireland, China or the fine USA.

Don't tell me I can't say Merry Christmas because it might offend someone. It is Christmas, and I do hope you have a merry one. If you choose to wish me "Happy Hanukkah", I won't be offended. If you ask me over for pyrogies for Ukranian Christmas, I would come. And I would eat a lot to show my appreciation. No, really. I totally would.

Don't let someone carry a weapon just because it is his/her custom in "their" country. (That is always the wording, which I find funny in a very not funny sort of way.) If I carry a dagger in my pocket, it would be called "carrying a concealed weapon" and I would likely find myself in front of a judge.

When I am applying for a job, don't ask me if I am a visible minority before you have even looked at my qualifications!!! May the best person win, regardless of gender or race. (I told my husband recently, when he was filling out a job application, to say that yes, he is a visible minority. He is a caucasian male!!)

It's pretty plain and simple, really. If you liked the ways of things so much where you come from, then why did you leave? If you don't like it here, go somewhere else. Don't expect us to molly-coddle you and make you feel at home.

I think multi-culturalism is great. I really do. BUT, multi-culturalism in Canada without the Canadian customs makes US feel discriminated against. How fair is that?


So, I've laid it out there. What do you think?




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Okay, now what?

So, my DH is taking out girls and heading off to the lake for five or six days. Whatever will I do? I know you will think, HELLO???? What do you mean, "What will I do?"

I know. It sounds like heaven on earth. The house is quiet. The house may (or may not) stay clean. I can crank the music. Or not. I can run around in my bucks. (We can all thank our lucky stars now that I WON'T! EVER!) I can work at my computer for as many hours as I must to get my three weddings finished. Or I can just play Packrat on Facebook with Evi! I can fine dine on A&W onion rings and Petro Canada slushes without guilt.

Once you get past how delightful this all sounds, consider this.

The house will be too quiet.
I can crank my music, but will it be the same without the intelligent teenage comments about how stupid my music is? (Evi - '80s is TOTALLY the way to go. Sorry Heather...)
Now I have the picture of a fat naked me running around my house. Ewwwww!
Work. LOTS of it!
The hours of Facebook Packrat just confirms that I have no life. Few friends. And zero imagination.

Sad. Lonely.

The endless slushes and no clean house obligations sound FAB though!

My Family

I’ve decided to share a story of how
I’m messing up this life I’m living,
And how I’m totally screwing up
The three children I’ve been given.

I’m hoping to inspire you and
To share a laugh with y’all.
And yes I know by “y’all” I mean
The three who routinely come to call.

Let’s start with a little about me.
I type for doctors, I photograph weddings
I drink slushes, love chocolate
And complain about how fat I’m getting.

Enough about me, let me introduce Leon.
He’s my hubby, I’m his wench.
He’s a schmuck, a goof, he likes to nag,
But he can’t help it. He’s French.

My eldest. My beauty. My Asia.
She’s 14. Need I say more?
I counting on her having one just like her
I figure that’ll even the score.

She goes up, she goes down,
And out of fear, we follow, we must.
She’s my challenge from God.
I’m sure I’ll survive it …. if only just.

She’s a cheerleader, a dancer.
She excels at all she does.
All except school work that is.
She’d rather pick belly button fuzz.
(yes, that’s me … grasping)

Cassie, my light, my usually happy daughter.
But oh, she’s a clumsy little bugger.
She’s knocked out teeth (3x), had stitches, and cries (lots)
But always cheers up when you hug her.

She’s our water skiing maniac.
Suddenly she’s up on one.
She crashes, splashes and tumbles
She goes till WE say she’s done.

She wakes in the morning with a smile,
but that can change oh so fast.
When small we banned her from public,
and swore she would be our last.

Then, along comes Livvy,
My sweet “late in life” child.
She’s got a cute little bum, chicken legs,
Bony knees, and she’s more than a wee bit wild.

It may not be right. It may not be fair.
But upon her our affection we shower.
She’s a little spoiled, but rightly so,
My funny little flower.

She’ll grab her crotch, drop to the floor.
She knows we’ll stop all we are doing,
Grab her up, rush to the bathroom,
And keep her company while she is pooing.

I often think of this with a smile.
She won’t be little much longer.
I know she’ll soon be a teenager,
And I will long to throttle her.

I feel it will never end.
I’ll never have a life of my own.
The laundry and clean up will continue to gather
Until my children are grown.

So that is my family, crazy as it is.
And my life, I should love it, I know it.
One day I’ll look back and wish I did differently.
One day I’ll wish I hadn’t blown it.

A fabulous read, straight from "Candid Carrie"

Check out her blog.
http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-once-had-your-body.html
(You have to copy/paste, because I have no idea how to add her link. I soooo need a lesson in blogging!

Hey COOL!!! I just discovered you can just click on my title, and it will take you right there! I'm so good. HA!

Home from Disneyland....Can I go back now?

Apparently five days in Disneyland has not made me a happier me. I read some other blogs, and those people seem to be genuinely happy with their calling as "mother". I am thinking now that what I thought was "the calling" was actually God screaming at me to "back away....Back far, far away. You are not cut out for the task of parenting". Oops. I REALLY have to get down and dirty with the Q-tips more often, because WOW, was God right on that score!
Yes. You heard right. Self pity. My own little pity party. All for me.
Unless other unloved, unappreciated mothers want to join?
Come on. I can't be the only one.
It's so lonely in Bad Mother Land.

Wow!

I have scoped out some FABULOUS bloggers. Actually, the credit goes to Evi, and I just LOVED their writing, so I added them and will check them out frequently! I am laughing out loud, seriously! One called "Stretch Marks" has a post about being in one of those inflatable obstacle courses and then DESPERATELY had to go to the bathroom. OMG! I have a corner desk, thankfully, so the people coming in and out of the office could only see me shaking if they decided to look really hard. I felt I held it in (far better than she did! lol) and you could only tell if you saw me from the front. That must have been a sight! I had tears streaming down my face and probably had that ugly mouth look of someone only in a fit of laughter or crying jag can manage. I think that is probably the funniest thing I have every read!!!
Check it out ... http://reallybadhairday.blogspot.com/2008/05/somethin-bads-goin-down-at-fun-house.html
(I'm not very good at adding and editing my blogs, so I hope that works!)
Well, I'm off for more good reads. (Yes, all my work is done, but I'm trying not to draw attention to myself....)

He finally did it!

Leon graduated last night! Kudos to him for his perseverance and hard work! I have to say I was not the ultimate cheerleader. I honestly thought, for many years now, that he should just suck it up and work for a living like the rest of us. It turns out, he did it. He proved me wrong. I know. Shocking! It is rare that anyone can prove me wrong. At least in my eyes.
Pictures to follow....