Sunday, May 14, 2006
I feel pretty damn fugly right now!!!
I know today is not a day to be angry....it's mother's day. However, I can't help but feeling so peeved right now. Someone (all names witheld) had the nerve to invite people (whom we don't really know) to J's and my wedding!!! It's OUR friggen wedding and we wanted a very small and intimate wedding with only very close family and friends!!! Who gives this person the right to invite whomever this person pleases!?!?!?!?! I mean, crap, J and I don't even KNOW these people this person invited. That's not even the point! The point is that it is OUR wedding!!!
This said person has criticized someone else for having the nerve to invite people to someone else's wedding a few years ago...yet this person is doing the exact same thing and it's okay. Go figure!!
If J and I wanted a big friggen wedding then we would have had a big friggen wedding! But we didn't! We wanted to share our special day with loved ones and people special to us....not with strangers! Maybe I'm more pissed about the fact that I feel I'm not in control of MY friggen special day. Maybe it's not that big a deal. Maybe I'm just anal and am spazzing out for nothing. But if we wanted to invite a whack load of people we don't know too well then we would have. J and I are certainly well connected enough. He's got firefighter friends from different townships, business acquaintances...and I've got friends and acquaintances from the hospitality industry and elsewhere...it wouldn't be hard to have a big ass wedding...but that's not what we wanted!! I am so upset, I feel my blood pressure rising!
I know...relax....breathe...everything will be okayyyy. I'm stll mad though! LOL and I hate being mad because I can get pretty damn fugly when I'm mad!!! Not just ugly...I get uuuuuuuuh-glay!! I mean, crap..today started out as a wonderful day and now I'm just plain 'ol ticked off!
This said person has criticized someone else for having the nerve to invite people to someone else's wedding a few years ago...yet this person is doing the exact same thing and it's okay. Go figure!!
If J and I wanted a big friggen wedding then we would have had a big friggen wedding! But we didn't! We wanted to share our special day with loved ones and people special to us....not with strangers! Maybe I'm more pissed about the fact that I feel I'm not in control of MY friggen special day. Maybe it's not that big a deal. Maybe I'm just anal and am spazzing out for nothing. But if we wanted to invite a whack load of people we don't know too well then we would have. J and I are certainly well connected enough. He's got firefighter friends from different townships, business acquaintances...and I've got friends and acquaintances from the hospitality industry and elsewhere...it wouldn't be hard to have a big ass wedding...but that's not what we wanted!! I am so upset, I feel my blood pressure rising!
I know...relax....breathe...everything will be okayyyy. I'm stll mad though! LOL and I hate being mad because I can get pretty damn fugly when I'm mad!!! Not just ugly...I get uuuuuuuuh-glay!! I mean, crap..today started out as a wonderful day and now I'm just plain 'ol ticked off!
Absolutely SICK!!!
I've always had a soft spot for animals and am very anti animal cruelty. I was horrified to discover this morning that the old man who lives in town had an unfortunate experience with his dog recently. Hershey is the sweetest little dog ever. She's so friendly and so happy and everyone just loves her.
Well...apparently not everyone. Our old friend leaves his dog untied, as he's of the old mentality that farm dogs should not be tied and that it's cruel to do so. Hershey wanders into the township on a daily basis, plays with all the kids (everyone knows Hershey), and just has a jolly good time. A few days ago, someone, obviously against untied dogs, took a hook and smacked Hershey in the back of the head because she was wandering about town. The hook went through the back of her head and to her eye. The poor thing has survived the blow, but may lose her eye. She also has a gaping wide hole in her neck, but the vet said she may be ok. Man, that just pisses me off. If someone has a problem and doesn't want to have dogs running around town, just talk to the dog owner...don't injure, harm or inflict pain on the animal. I mean, c'mon! This is some old man's companion!!!
If the dog were wild, rabid, had mange or something, or if it were causing problems then do what you have to do to save your life. I do know for a fact that this was not the case. I'm very good friends with the old fella who owns Hershey and I have babysat Hershey while he was in the hospital. She is the sweetest, most docile, gentle dog ever. This whole thing just makes me so angry!!
Now, isn't that ABSOLUTELY disgusting? How could ANY human being with a heart ever do something like that to an animal? Sick, sick, sick! I'm absolutely enrgaged!
This being said, I do believe that pets should be tied up if they are not supervised. If you've got hundreds of acres and the dog remains on your property and doesn't wander, then sure. We let Chance loose on the property if J or I are around. Otherwise, he's tied up but on a long leash. We've screwed stakes into the ground and ran a clothesline-like wire through so he can run around, yet still be on leash.
As a pet owner, I feel that my dog's safety is important. I wouldn't want him running into the highway or getting cornered by a pack of wolves...or shot by a farmer who is upest that he's on the loose. Personally, I'd prefer dogs who live in the city or township to be on leash. I hate driving up the highway and having dogs running in packs or trying to bite my tires as I drive by. It surprises me that some pet owners do let their dogs loose like that. Aren't they worried that their pet will get hit by a car one day??
Anyway, even if Hershey was roaming, I still think it is a horrible thing to cause injury like that to an animal. Who is the animal now? I believe whoever did that is far more barbaric than Hershey could ever be.
Well...apparently not everyone. Our old friend leaves his dog untied, as he's of the old mentality that farm dogs should not be tied and that it's cruel to do so. Hershey wanders into the township on a daily basis, plays with all the kids (everyone knows Hershey), and just has a jolly good time. A few days ago, someone, obviously against untied dogs, took a hook and smacked Hershey in the back of the head because she was wandering about town. The hook went through the back of her head and to her eye. The poor thing has survived the blow, but may lose her eye. She also has a gaping wide hole in her neck, but the vet said she may be ok. Man, that just pisses me off. If someone has a problem and doesn't want to have dogs running around town, just talk to the dog owner...don't injure, harm or inflict pain on the animal. I mean, c'mon! This is some old man's companion!!!
If the dog were wild, rabid, had mange or something, or if it were causing problems then do what you have to do to save your life. I do know for a fact that this was not the case. I'm very good friends with the old fella who owns Hershey and I have babysat Hershey while he was in the hospital. She is the sweetest, most docile, gentle dog ever. This whole thing just makes me so angry!!
Now, isn't that ABSOLUTELY disgusting? How could ANY human being with a heart ever do something like that to an animal? Sick, sick, sick! I'm absolutely enrgaged!
This being said, I do believe that pets should be tied up if they are not supervised. If you've got hundreds of acres and the dog remains on your property and doesn't wander, then sure. We let Chance loose on the property if J or I are around. Otherwise, he's tied up but on a long leash. We've screwed stakes into the ground and ran a clothesline-like wire through so he can run around, yet still be on leash.
As a pet owner, I feel that my dog's safety is important. I wouldn't want him running into the highway or getting cornered by a pack of wolves...or shot by a farmer who is upest that he's on the loose. Personally, I'd prefer dogs who live in the city or township to be on leash. I hate driving up the highway and having dogs running in packs or trying to bite my tires as I drive by. It surprises me that some pet owners do let their dogs loose like that. Aren't they worried that their pet will get hit by a car one day??
Anyway, even if Hershey was roaming, I still think it is a horrible thing to cause injury like that to an animal. Who is the animal now? I believe whoever did that is far more barbaric than Hershey could ever be.
Happy Mother's Day!!!
A Happy Mamma's Day to all the very special mommies and moms-to-be out there! Wishing you all the very best and hope you're spoiled rotten today :)
To my mom and grandmother, I luv ya sooooooooooo much!!
To my mom and grandmother, I luv ya sooooooooooo much!!
Saturday, May 13, 2006
the old dog
Just a cute pic of Boswell. He may be 5 times smaller than Chance, but he sure knows how to tell everyone who's boss! He's a real show stopper and loves the limelight. How could anyone want to put this little guy down...even if he is a monster sometimes!!
Friday, May 12, 2006
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
You HAVE TO read this!! LOL This was e-mailed to me by my darling mother. I laughed so hard I nearly peed in my pants!!!
Tell me this has never happened to you!! LOL Enjoy!
Ultimate Waxing
Wax is not your friend!
CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair And now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play wit h the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."
So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *Hoo-Hoo*?? sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!! I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipmen t - I sit.
Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter -
"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right !! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. IT WORKS!! It works!! I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color......
Tell me this has never happened to you!! LOL Enjoy!
Ultimate Waxing
Wax is not your friend!
CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair And now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play wit h the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."
So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *Hoo-Hoo*?? sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!! I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipmen t - I sit.
Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter -
"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right !! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. IT WORKS!! It works!! I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color......
Random pics
Here are some pics: The J McNaughton and Family Barn
J and me
Nala heading up to the master bedroom
Deer grazing as we eat our breakfast (there's no more snow though! This was from two months ago) It's not really a good photo, but if you look closely, you'll see six deer out there. This is the view from the kitchen window.
J and me
Nala heading up to the master bedroom
Deer grazing as we eat our breakfast (there's no more snow though! This was from two months ago) It's not really a good photo, but if you look closely, you'll see six deer out there. This is the view from the kitchen window.
Scent-sitive
I always knew I had a very sensitive nose and an even more sensitive stomach. Friends used to laugh because it was as if I could puke on command. Well, not really. I'm just very sensitive when it comes to smells. It's a little embarrassing.
I LOVE Chinatown, but for some reason, my tummy cannot handle the odors. WHAT IS that smell anyway??
Then there was the time many moons ago when I visited Miyajima Island in Hiroshima, Japan with a British friend of mine. We were walking around saw this Japanese guy selling deer skin....only he had the carcasses of the deer hanging from hooks. "Don't look now, but..." my friend started to alert me, but it was too late. BLEHHHHHHHHH...I puked right there and then. I just cannot control my pukey self.
I've come up with a list of Smells I love & Smells I hate:
Smells I love:
1) that milky new baby smell
2) roses
3) brewed coffee
4) homemade bread baking in the oven
5) freshly cut grass
6) laundry right off the clothesline (yeppers, I don't use the dryer in the summer. Saves energy/hydro. I only do this at J's and my house because at the inn we have way too much laundry to do and we have to use the dryer)
7) hubby
8) pear glace body lotion from victoria's secret
9) lit candles (unscented though- some candle fragrances give me wicked headaches)
10) vanilla
Smells I can't stand:
1) coffee breath
2) cigarettes, cigarette smoke, cigarette breath...
3) B.O.
4) puppy breath (sorry, Chance. I love you, but your breath smells like butt)
5) kitty breath (even worse than dog breath! Nala's breath always smells like fish even if we never feed her fish!)
6) litter boxes and cat poopy
7) the dump (yep, we have to bring all our separated garbage to the garbage dump ourselves)
8) decomposing organic matter (I have a little bin for my compost inside the house that needs to be brought outside but I sometimes forget it's there and when I do remember and open the lid, the smell makes me want to hurl.
9) liquid manure (you heard correctly. Some of the farmers here spread liquid manure on the fieldsto fertilize the soil. Works like magic, but depending on which direction the wind blows, the stuffsmells like...well, you don't want to know what it smells like! LOL)
10) the smell of meat cooking--just reminds me too much of burning flesh. I know...I'm a weirdo.
I LOVE Chinatown, but for some reason, my tummy cannot handle the odors. WHAT IS that smell anyway??
Then there was the time many moons ago when I visited Miyajima Island in Hiroshima, Japan with a British friend of mine. We were walking around saw this Japanese guy selling deer skin....only he had the carcasses of the deer hanging from hooks. "Don't look now, but..." my friend started to alert me, but it was too late. BLEHHHHHHHHH...I puked right there and then. I just cannot control my pukey self.
I've come up with a list of Smells I love & Smells I hate:
Smells I love:
1) that milky new baby smell
2) roses
3) brewed coffee
4) homemade bread baking in the oven
5) freshly cut grass
6) laundry right off the clothesline (yeppers, I don't use the dryer in the summer. Saves energy/hydro. I only do this at J's and my house because at the inn we have way too much laundry to do and we have to use the dryer)
7) hubby
8) pear glace body lotion from victoria's secret
9) lit candles (unscented though- some candle fragrances give me wicked headaches)
10) vanilla
Smells I can't stand:
1) coffee breath
2) cigarettes, cigarette smoke, cigarette breath...
3) B.O.
4) puppy breath (sorry, Chance. I love you, but your breath smells like butt)
5) kitty breath (even worse than dog breath! Nala's breath always smells like fish even if we never feed her fish!)
6) litter boxes and cat poopy
7) the dump (yep, we have to bring all our separated garbage to the garbage dump ourselves)
8) decomposing organic matter (I have a little bin for my compost inside the house that needs to be brought outside but I sometimes forget it's there and when I do remember and open the lid, the smell makes me want to hurl.
9) liquid manure (you heard correctly. Some of the farmers here spread liquid manure on the fieldsto fertilize the soil. Works like magic, but depending on which direction the wind blows, the stuffsmells like...well, you don't want to know what it smells like! LOL)
10) the smell of meat cooking--just reminds me too much of burning flesh. I know...I'm a weirdo.
HMPH!!!!
I've always been told that "beggars can't be choosers". I hate that expression. Anyway, my mother has been hinting severely on taking her out to the most posh (actually, I think grammar rules would dictate that the adjective would have to be "poshest" but "most posh" sounds better) restaurant on the island for Mother's Day. Last year I brought her there, as she really loves dining at the Royal Michael's Bay Golf and Country Club . I brought her and my dad, and since I was paying, they just happened to invite one of our motel guests to tag along.
Anyhooo, this year it's going to be a busy Mother's Day weekend since the barn has to come down. Yes, you read correctly: We're takin down the barn. The J. McNaughton & Family barn was erected circa 1940. The woodwork is about to give way and with J driving in there with his tractor to carry out bales of hay, we can't have that happening. It's just not safe. It's a pity because the barn is gorgeous. When you see it, you think nostalgia, rustic farmland, country living, the days when people worked and lived off of the land.... Anyway, it's coming down this weekend.
This is the conversation I had with my mom:
Mom: Are you taking me to Royal Michael's Bay again this year?
Me: No. This year we're really busy with the barn coming down.
Mom: Oh, but I really love Royal Michael's Bay!
Me: Well, at least we're giving you a nice mother's day present :)
Mom: Hmph! I don't want a present!!! I want to go out to Royal Michael's Bay!"
Me: uhhh...gee, thanks.
End of conversation. Knowing me, I may give in and take her to RMB.
Anyhooo, this year it's going to be a busy Mother's Day weekend since the barn has to come down. Yes, you read correctly: We're takin down the barn. The J. McNaughton & Family barn was erected circa 1940. The woodwork is about to give way and with J driving in there with his tractor to carry out bales of hay, we can't have that happening. It's just not safe. It's a pity because the barn is gorgeous. When you see it, you think nostalgia, rustic farmland, country living, the days when people worked and lived off of the land.... Anyway, it's coming down this weekend.
This is the conversation I had with my mom:
Mom: Are you taking me to Royal Michael's Bay again this year?
Me: No. This year we're really busy with the barn coming down.
Mom: Oh, but I really love Royal Michael's Bay!
Me: Well, at least we're giving you a nice mother's day present :)
Mom: Hmph! I don't want a present!!! I want to go out to Royal Michael's Bay!"
Me: uhhh...gee, thanks.
End of conversation. Knowing me, I may give in and take her to RMB.
A Full House
This week in review:
*Wonderful Surprise His and Her shower for J and me organized by my wonderful SIL2B.
*Famous again- I'm in the local newspaper TWICE this week! 1x for the shower and the 2nd x for the unveiling of the project I'd been working on for 7 months with 3 other committee members.
*Painted the bathroom at J's house. It's no longer pink...it's now 'frost' and looks A LOT cleaner and bigger. Call me boring, but I like sticking to classic white and cream shades when it comes to wall paint.
*It's a full house at the motel this week. It's the opening of fishing season so the same families that stay with us every year are back. 5 families come with their kids so this year it's 10 adults and 15 kids!!! Most of them are toddlers and infants with 3 kids around 10 yrs old. Sooooooooo much fun! Oh, and sooooooooo much hot chocolate to make and muffins (or as 2 yr old Cody calls them, "puppins") to bake!!
*Wonderful Surprise His and Her shower for J and me organized by my wonderful SIL2B.
*Famous again- I'm in the local newspaper TWICE this week! 1x for the shower and the 2nd x for the unveiling of the project I'd been working on for 7 months with 3 other committee members.
*Painted the bathroom at J's house. It's no longer pink...it's now 'frost' and looks A LOT cleaner and bigger. Call me boring, but I like sticking to classic white and cream shades when it comes to wall paint.
*It's a full house at the motel this week. It's the opening of fishing season so the same families that stay with us every year are back. 5 families come with their kids so this year it's 10 adults and 15 kids!!! Most of them are toddlers and infants with 3 kids around 10 yrs old. Sooooooooo much fun! Oh, and sooooooooo much hot chocolate to make and muffins (or as 2 yr old Cody calls them, "puppins") to bake!!
Dreams
Dreams...just the mind's garbage can? Premonition? The mind acting out things that are happening in your actual life? Are dreams symbolic? How do you decipher them?
A few weeks ago, I was having trouble sleeping. Tossing and turning, I finally managed to give in to slumber. Now this part I'm not sure if it was a dream, though it must have been because I can't imagine something like this happening in real life...
I lay in bed and J was sound asleep. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling and hovering above me, there was an angel. A soft, dim glow of white light- I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her presence. She said very softly, "You are now blessed with child." Crazy, eh???? So what is one to make of a dream like that? What does that mean???? Pregnant with thought? Pregnant with potential? I have no idea.
A few weeks ago, I was having trouble sleeping. Tossing and turning, I finally managed to give in to slumber. Now this part I'm not sure if it was a dream, though it must have been because I can't imagine something like this happening in real life...
I lay in bed and J was sound asleep. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling and hovering above me, there was an angel. A soft, dim glow of white light- I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her presence. She said very softly, "You are now blessed with child." Crazy, eh???? So what is one to make of a dream like that? What does that mean???? Pregnant with thought? Pregnant with potential? I have no idea.
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City girl moves to the country, falls in love, and marries a farmer. She tries to incorporate her city ways with her new country lifestyle and blogs to keep in touch with friends, family & students who live far, far away :) Can this city girl go country? Watch as she learns all sorts of exciting things about life on the farm and in a small rural community. *UPDATE* We are now parents! Our baby girl was born on Nov. 11, 2008 (at 28 weeks gestation- 12 weeks premature, but she's quite the trooper)!!!
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