Sunday, March 31, 2013
Another holiday over with!!!!
It has been awhile since I wrote and the only reason I have for not writing is that well I haven't really been in the mood. I have actually been quite cranky lately. Seems the least little thing irritates me! Today is Easter Sunday. Easter is one of those holidays that really upset me.
When I was growing up Easter was a special time for me. I would color eggs with my mom and grandma and they would hide them. I would find them Easter Sunday and mom would make egg salad with the eggs that i found....hahaha. It meant going to Easter Sunday service...(I was raised Roman Catholic) with my grandmother. And after church we headed to my house and my mom would have a feast fit for a king ready for family and friends. I would always get a new Easter outfit and some Laura Secord chocolates. I tried to continue some of those traditions with my kids they got chocolates and a new outfit and we would either go to my inlaws for supper or I would have a big meal at our house.
But now my kids are grown and don't live anywhere near me and as for the grandchildren well they don't live close and I am not close to them for reasons that I don't really care to discuss at this point. And my hubby well he actually made it home late Friday night and was home Saturday so I cooked a ham. But it was nothing fancy just a baked ham and a side dish. He does not come from a close family. So it doesn't' bother him at all. So needless to say I am glad Easter is over.
The next "special day" is Mothers Day. Well I would rather forget that day. My mother passed away almost 2 yrs ago. And my mother in law has been gone a year and half now. Mind you my hubby does have a step mother but her and I are not close. Plus my kids live on too far away. So Mothers day is going to be a wine day for me. I will probably lock myself away from the world and drink my wine.
I guess this is not really a bog right now is it? No it is my way of venting and ranting. The next few days are going to be tough as it is coming up to the 2nd anniversary of my mothers passing. I miss her more and more every day. Every time I look at old photos of her I start crying. But I guess it is all part of the healing process.
I know there are some family/friends out there that probably think that I have dealt with the death of my mother, but I have not. I am not sure when I will deal with it ..well probably at the same time that I will finally deal with my daughters death. This is a work in progress but the progress is very slow. And in reality I don't think I will ever deal with either of their deaths.
So if you are a friend or a family member reading this ...please bear with me and understand that although I may look very strong I am really not strong and I deal with the sadness of losing my mom, my daughter too soon.
When I was growing up Easter was a special time for me. I would color eggs with my mom and grandma and they would hide them. I would find them Easter Sunday and mom would make egg salad with the eggs that i found....hahaha. It meant going to Easter Sunday service...(I was raised Roman Catholic) with my grandmother. And after church we headed to my house and my mom would have a feast fit for a king ready for family and friends. I would always get a new Easter outfit and some Laura Secord chocolates. I tried to continue some of those traditions with my kids they got chocolates and a new outfit and we would either go to my inlaws for supper or I would have a big meal at our house.
But now my kids are grown and don't live anywhere near me and as for the grandchildren well they don't live close and I am not close to them for reasons that I don't really care to discuss at this point. And my hubby well he actually made it home late Friday night and was home Saturday so I cooked a ham. But it was nothing fancy just a baked ham and a side dish. He does not come from a close family. So it doesn't' bother him at all. So needless to say I am glad Easter is over.
The next "special day" is Mothers Day. Well I would rather forget that day. My mother passed away almost 2 yrs ago. And my mother in law has been gone a year and half now. Mind you my hubby does have a step mother but her and I are not close. Plus my kids live on too far away. So Mothers day is going to be a wine day for me. I will probably lock myself away from the world and drink my wine.
I guess this is not really a bog right now is it? No it is my way of venting and ranting. The next few days are going to be tough as it is coming up to the 2nd anniversary of my mothers passing. I miss her more and more every day. Every time I look at old photos of her I start crying. But I guess it is all part of the healing process.
I know there are some family/friends out there that probably think that I have dealt with the death of my mother, but I have not. I am not sure when I will deal with it ..well probably at the same time that I will finally deal with my daughters death. This is a work in progress but the progress is very slow. And in reality I don't think I will ever deal with either of their deaths.
So if you are a friend or a family member reading this ...please bear with me and understand that although I may look very strong I am really not strong and I deal with the sadness of losing my mom, my daughter too soon.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Dull and dreary morning
Woke up this morning and was in a good mood but that slowly slipped away. It might be due to the dull and dreariness of the morning.
I feel so down. I try to be upbeat but sometimes it is so hard. I try to keep busy and not let my mind wander but it does. So this morning I thought Ill do some website work for my high school reunion in 2014. Well that didn't last long at all. I checked out the FB group for my high school and it seems anything that I try everyone is saying no. The other organizer and I thought a weekend for the reunion would be good as there are quite a few of us that do not live in Ottawa, let alone Ontario. So a we thought weekend would be good. Apparently so far the consensus is a one day event.
I can just see me telling my hubby oh hun that reunion I am going to in Ottawa is only for one day. It isn't going to go over too smoothly. (Well at least I don't think it will).
I just feel that I am just not cut out for anything lately. This is not the only thing that is bothering me today. I have been out of work now for going on 3 months and nothing. Hell I even applied for a car sales position that is how desperate I am getting. Whether they will call me is yet to be seen as I just sent the resume in the other day.
I miss my kids so much. I really wish they were closer. I know that is impossible for either one of them. They are both so busy that i don't hear from them as often as I would like to hear from them. I don't think they really realize how much I love them and miss them, maybe they do I don't know.
Well I guess I've ranted on enough for the day. I have had my cry and feel a bit better, so I am going to try and find something to keep my mind off of things and get me in a better mood.
Thanks for letting me rant!
Until next time!!!
I feel so down. I try to be upbeat but sometimes it is so hard. I try to keep busy and not let my mind wander but it does. So this morning I thought Ill do some website work for my high school reunion in 2014. Well that didn't last long at all. I checked out the FB group for my high school and it seems anything that I try everyone is saying no. The other organizer and I thought a weekend for the reunion would be good as there are quite a few of us that do not live in Ottawa, let alone Ontario. So a we thought weekend would be good. Apparently so far the consensus is a one day event.
I can just see me telling my hubby oh hun that reunion I am going to in Ottawa is only for one day. It isn't going to go over too smoothly. (Well at least I don't think it will).
I just feel that I am just not cut out for anything lately. This is not the only thing that is bothering me today. I have been out of work now for going on 3 months and nothing. Hell I even applied for a car sales position that is how desperate I am getting. Whether they will call me is yet to be seen as I just sent the resume in the other day.
I miss my kids so much. I really wish they were closer. I know that is impossible for either one of them. They are both so busy that i don't hear from them as often as I would like to hear from them. I don't think they really realize how much I love them and miss them, maybe they do I don't know.
Well I guess I've ranted on enough for the day. I have had my cry and feel a bit better, so I am going to try and find something to keep my mind off of things and get me in a better mood.
Thanks for letting me rant!
Until next time!!!
Monday, March 11, 2013
Katie
I haven't written the past couple of days as the anniversary of the death of my oldest Katie was coming up and it is a hard loss to deal with. You know we grow up and we lose loved ones through out the years but one never thinks that they will out live their own child. My cousin, Ill call her D, lost a child a few years back. At the time I could not fathom what she was going through. My cousins and i were devastated by this loss but none of us knew the pain that D was going through. 2 years ago I knew exactly what she was feeling that day. The worst part of losing my Katie was that yes she died March 6th, 2011 but I did not know until I had to have the police try and track her down as my mother had surgery. Ill never forget the date it was March 22nd, my grandsons birthday. You see my Katie was an addict.
Katie was born September 15th 1979 at 2:24 am at the Ottawa Grace Hospital. She weighed 6.4lb and was 22 inches long. She was on her own schedule to come out. My labor started on the 14th in the afternoon. So she had me in pain for quite a few hours. But the pain was well worth it in the end. She was my girl. I loved her so much. She was a sickly baby for the first month and half. And spent about 6 wks in the hospital. She was always so frail until she was about 5 months old and it was like overnight she blossomed into this beautiful chubby baby. I had moved in with a guy that I had dated once before and he adopted Katie as his own. His family to this day swear that Katie was his but she wasn't. Now my life with this fella was not the most idyllic. He was a truck driver and was gone a lot so I was left with his mom and his sisters. I adored his mom and his sisters. I endured this man and his physical, emotional and mental abuse for 3 yrs. I am not going to go into big details but all Ill say is that he threatened me and took Katie. so Katie was raised by him. You know hindsight is a wonderful thing and if I had known back then what I know now I wouldn't have let him take Katie but at the age of 23 I was scared and he had alienated my family from me so I had nowhere to go.
Katie's life was not the best with him. He married a woman who had a daughter and well anything that i bought for Katie they would give it to her daughter. As Katie got older I guess he took an interest in her. I found out when she would have been about 13 that he had molested her. I tried to fight for custody but he found loopholes. He filled her head with nonsense saying that I wanted to kidnap her and hurt her. He was such a mean and vile man!!! By the time Katie was turning 8 i had my son J. I got married and then had my youngest L, I had tried to keep tabs on Katie and had heard through the grapevine that she was doing drugs and had run away from home. So I was finally contacted by Children's Services and they informed that Katie was in an foster home. I immediately wanted her to come to me. After jumping through hoops for the government for her to come and visit she came for a visit. She was 15. I finally had all my kids with me. Her visit was too short.
Summer was coming up and she was coming out again. Then a few months after she had gone back she called me. Well she was in tears and proceeded to tell me that she was pregnant. I was in shock. I couldn't be a grandmother I had a 2 yr old toddler. But at the same time I was excited. So I brought her home. Katie was a handful and didn't like authority. I had so much to deal with a hyperactive 8 yr old boy and a toddler. Katie was prone to outbursts and very moody. ( I found out later that she had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic) She wanted to go back to Calgary and the baby's father. So off she went. Her brother and sister were devastated as they were so attached to her.
Contact with Katie was intermittent at best of times. I would try to phone her and the number would be disconnected or she had moved. I would get sporadic reports from her stepmother. Then finally on March 14th, 1996 I received the call that I was a grandmother of a little girl Ill call her T. So my son was an uncle at the age of 9 and my baby girl became an aunt one month to the day shy of her 3 rd birthday. From here on Katie's life is a total mess.
Katie had always been into drugs before she had T. From reports I heard she had been smoking pot with her dad and god knows what else. Her dad was dying and he died when T was about 6 months old and I believe that was the trigger. Soon after that Katie started calling me for money all the time. I at times would send her some. Then one day out of the blue she called and said that her and T's dad had split and she needed money for an apt, 500 to be exact. She then said she was going to call her grandmother..(my mom) Sure enough my mom lent her the money. Well Katie never got the apt and this is about the time that she said to T's dad she needed him to look after baby as she had to go look at an apt for them . Well Katie went on a drug spree. She called me a few weeks later saying that she had lost custody of T. It wasn't until later that I found out the truth behind the custody of my granddaughter. I will say right now, and think of me as a rotten grandmother if you want, but my daughter losing custody to my granddaughters dad was the best thing that every happened for my granddaughter. As I said Katie was an addict. crack heroin and lord knows what else .
I worried about her constantly I would hear from her from time to time. She was in BC and was in a relationship with a fellow that had 2 boys. She told me that he was not into drugs and was a welder, well another lie. He was a dealer her dealer. So again she was not off it at all.
Next thing I knew she was back with her ex and my granddaughter. She wanted to move out of Calgary and get away from all the temptations. So I said come home. Well they only had enough money to get to Ottawa so I sent my youngest off to her grandparents and took my son with me and we went to get Katie and R and my granddaughter in Ottawa. What a long trip that was we also took our dog. What a time that was. So I arrived in Ottawa at my "other" moms place. We gathered up my Katie and her family and headed back to Nova Scotia. I thought this would be a new beginning for them.
I was wrong. Things were fine for the first little while. I loved having my granddaughter with me. Katie was off the drugs and I convinced her to go back to school She was doing great. Her man on the other hand sat around on his fat ass all day and did nothing watching Jerry Springer! I had 2 other children to look after and a grandchild that was just full of mischief...haha. I didn't need a 3 rd child to look after. So I told him that he had get out and get a job. Katie had to have surgical procedure...well why should i sugar coat this...Katie was pregnant and he said that the baby wasn't his. So he demanded her to have an abortion!! I was raised catholic and that was not in my beliefs at all. So we went through the process of being allowed to have the abortion. The day of this procedure he would not even come with us. I had arranged for a sitter for the kids but he still would not come. So I held my daughters hand through this horrible ordeal. Sitting here reliving this terrible time I am crying and can't see too well. But this is why i am writing this so I can go through this healing process.
The doctor came out and said Katie was fine and would be ready to go home in about an hour I asked him if he knew how far along the pregnancy was. Now R & Katie had been back together for almost 3months and she was only 8 wks along. I was devastated to think he had his own child erased out of his and Katies life as well mine and my childrens.
Katie was on to be on bed rest for a few days. The following day after her procedure R made her put T in the stroller and walk with him about 3 miles or more each way to drop off a resume. I was furious. I had offered to take them but he said no that they could walk. I remember it being a cloudy cool damp day. When they got back Katie had a fever, my granddaughter was cold. I have never really forgiven him for that and I really don't know if I could even now.
After the procedure things got well bad between R & Katie. They would argue all the time and one day I hear Katie screaming from the basement ( their bedroom was down there) I ran downstairs and found her crouched in the corner and a hole punched in the wall just above her head. My son came running down with his goalie stick and in a flash he had whacked his brother in law over the back with it and broke the stick and threatend him. Now my son was only gone on 11 at the time. I lost it. My granddaughter was screaming and I got my son to take her upstairs with my youngest.
I then proceeded to tell R to get out before I called the police. Little did I know that the he still had legal custody of my granddaughter so he took her that night with him and that was the last time I saw her until a little over a year ago.
This was the night that sent my daughter back to drugs! For a long time I thought I had caused this but with a lot of soul searching I came to the conclusion that it may have been a trigger but the end decision was up to her to decide to either stay clean and finish her schooling and fight for her daughter or to give up.
All of this and my marriage falling apart was too much for me. I went into a depression. I needed to get away and did so for a few days entrusting my Katie with the house and her siblings. That was a big mistake. I lost it on her. Another mistake cause that just pushed her towards the drugs even more.
She eventually left and headed west. She ended up in BC how Im not sure. She would phone and ask for money. Or she would phone and tell me she was getting married.
Soon after this I moved to PEI. About a year or so after I moved there she found me and came out. I thought ok one more try. Boy I don't learn too well. She again wrecked havoc not only on me and my son but on my family in PEI. She conned her grandmother into paying her way back out west. (My youngest was living with her dad then).
To make a long story short, I had moved to Winnipeg to be close to the family I didn't know and Katie followed me there. And yet again wrecked havoc. But this time I said enough is enough! Especially when I found out she was letting her little brother stay home from school while I was at work! And had taken him downtown Winnipeg at night so she could score some crack and smoke it with her friends. So I did the toughest thing in my life and that was to say to her that I was done! And wanted her to leave my house and not come back. That if she wanted me and her siblings in her life then she would have to get help and I didn't want to hear from her until she proved to me she had been clean for 3 yrs. I know this is terrible but I had to do it for my children and my sanity. I wish that on no mother whatsoever.
So that is why I had to contact the police for them to find her when my mother was sick. I knew that she was in Toronto with the help of a dear friend "SCV". She was able to track Katie through some people she knew. I was so hoping to finally be able to talk to my Katie. I had not heard from Katie for about 7 yrs. So I was very hopeful that when we tracked her down to tell her about her grandmother that it would be a sad time but happy at the same time cause I would then know where she has been and how she had been.
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I can't go on today as this has been a pretty emotional time for me writing this down. I will write more tomorrow.
Until next time... hug your children everyday!
Katie was born September 15th 1979 at 2:24 am at the Ottawa Grace Hospital. She weighed 6.4lb and was 22 inches long. She was on her own schedule to come out. My labor started on the 14th in the afternoon. So she had me in pain for quite a few hours. But the pain was well worth it in the end. She was my girl. I loved her so much. She was a sickly baby for the first month and half. And spent about 6 wks in the hospital. She was always so frail until she was about 5 months old and it was like overnight she blossomed into this beautiful chubby baby. I had moved in with a guy that I had dated once before and he adopted Katie as his own. His family to this day swear that Katie was his but she wasn't. Now my life with this fella was not the most idyllic. He was a truck driver and was gone a lot so I was left with his mom and his sisters. I adored his mom and his sisters. I endured this man and his physical, emotional and mental abuse for 3 yrs. I am not going to go into big details but all Ill say is that he threatened me and took Katie. so Katie was raised by him. You know hindsight is a wonderful thing and if I had known back then what I know now I wouldn't have let him take Katie but at the age of 23 I was scared and he had alienated my family from me so I had nowhere to go.
Katie's life was not the best with him. He married a woman who had a daughter and well anything that i bought for Katie they would give it to her daughter. As Katie got older I guess he took an interest in her. I found out when she would have been about 13 that he had molested her. I tried to fight for custody but he found loopholes. He filled her head with nonsense saying that I wanted to kidnap her and hurt her. He was such a mean and vile man!!! By the time Katie was turning 8 i had my son J. I got married and then had my youngest L, I had tried to keep tabs on Katie and had heard through the grapevine that she was doing drugs and had run away from home. So I was finally contacted by Children's Services and they informed that Katie was in an foster home. I immediately wanted her to come to me. After jumping through hoops for the government for her to come and visit she came for a visit. She was 15. I finally had all my kids with me. Her visit was too short.
Summer was coming up and she was coming out again. Then a few months after she had gone back she called me. Well she was in tears and proceeded to tell me that she was pregnant. I was in shock. I couldn't be a grandmother I had a 2 yr old toddler. But at the same time I was excited. So I brought her home. Katie was a handful and didn't like authority. I had so much to deal with a hyperactive 8 yr old boy and a toddler. Katie was prone to outbursts and very moody. ( I found out later that she had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic) She wanted to go back to Calgary and the baby's father. So off she went. Her brother and sister were devastated as they were so attached to her.
Contact with Katie was intermittent at best of times. I would try to phone her and the number would be disconnected or she had moved. I would get sporadic reports from her stepmother. Then finally on March 14th, 1996 I received the call that I was a grandmother of a little girl Ill call her T. So my son was an uncle at the age of 9 and my baby girl became an aunt one month to the day shy of her 3 rd birthday. From here on Katie's life is a total mess.
Katie had always been into drugs before she had T. From reports I heard she had been smoking pot with her dad and god knows what else. Her dad was dying and he died when T was about 6 months old and I believe that was the trigger. Soon after that Katie started calling me for money all the time. I at times would send her some. Then one day out of the blue she called and said that her and T's dad had split and she needed money for an apt, 500 to be exact. She then said she was going to call her grandmother..(my mom) Sure enough my mom lent her the money. Well Katie never got the apt and this is about the time that she said to T's dad she needed him to look after baby as she had to go look at an apt for them . Well Katie went on a drug spree. She called me a few weeks later saying that she had lost custody of T. It wasn't until later that I found out the truth behind the custody of my granddaughter. I will say right now, and think of me as a rotten grandmother if you want, but my daughter losing custody to my granddaughters dad was the best thing that every happened for my granddaughter. As I said Katie was an addict. crack heroin and lord knows what else .
I worried about her constantly I would hear from her from time to time. She was in BC and was in a relationship with a fellow that had 2 boys. She told me that he was not into drugs and was a welder, well another lie. He was a dealer her dealer. So again she was not off it at all.
Next thing I knew she was back with her ex and my granddaughter. She wanted to move out of Calgary and get away from all the temptations. So I said come home. Well they only had enough money to get to Ottawa so I sent my youngest off to her grandparents and took my son with me and we went to get Katie and R and my granddaughter in Ottawa. What a long trip that was we also took our dog. What a time that was. So I arrived in Ottawa at my "other" moms place. We gathered up my Katie and her family and headed back to Nova Scotia. I thought this would be a new beginning for them.
I was wrong. Things were fine for the first little while. I loved having my granddaughter with me. Katie was off the drugs and I convinced her to go back to school She was doing great. Her man on the other hand sat around on his fat ass all day and did nothing watching Jerry Springer! I had 2 other children to look after and a grandchild that was just full of mischief...haha. I didn't need a 3 rd child to look after. So I told him that he had get out and get a job. Katie had to have surgical procedure...well why should i sugar coat this...Katie was pregnant and he said that the baby wasn't his. So he demanded her to have an abortion!! I was raised catholic and that was not in my beliefs at all. So we went through the process of being allowed to have the abortion. The day of this procedure he would not even come with us. I had arranged for a sitter for the kids but he still would not come. So I held my daughters hand through this horrible ordeal. Sitting here reliving this terrible time I am crying and can't see too well. But this is why i am writing this so I can go through this healing process.
The doctor came out and said Katie was fine and would be ready to go home in about an hour I asked him if he knew how far along the pregnancy was. Now R & Katie had been back together for almost 3months and she was only 8 wks along. I was devastated to think he had his own child erased out of his and Katies life as well mine and my childrens.
Katie was on to be on bed rest for a few days. The following day after her procedure R made her put T in the stroller and walk with him about 3 miles or more each way to drop off a resume. I was furious. I had offered to take them but he said no that they could walk. I remember it being a cloudy cool damp day. When they got back Katie had a fever, my granddaughter was cold. I have never really forgiven him for that and I really don't know if I could even now.
After the procedure things got well bad between R & Katie. They would argue all the time and one day I hear Katie screaming from the basement ( their bedroom was down there) I ran downstairs and found her crouched in the corner and a hole punched in the wall just above her head. My son came running down with his goalie stick and in a flash he had whacked his brother in law over the back with it and broke the stick and threatend him. Now my son was only gone on 11 at the time. I lost it. My granddaughter was screaming and I got my son to take her upstairs with my youngest.
I then proceeded to tell R to get out before I called the police. Little did I know that the he still had legal custody of my granddaughter so he took her that night with him and that was the last time I saw her until a little over a year ago.
This was the night that sent my daughter back to drugs! For a long time I thought I had caused this but with a lot of soul searching I came to the conclusion that it may have been a trigger but the end decision was up to her to decide to either stay clean and finish her schooling and fight for her daughter or to give up.
All of this and my marriage falling apart was too much for me. I went into a depression. I needed to get away and did so for a few days entrusting my Katie with the house and her siblings. That was a big mistake. I lost it on her. Another mistake cause that just pushed her towards the drugs even more.
She eventually left and headed west. She ended up in BC how Im not sure. She would phone and ask for money. Or she would phone and tell me she was getting married.
Soon after this I moved to PEI. About a year or so after I moved there she found me and came out. I thought ok one more try. Boy I don't learn too well. She again wrecked havoc not only on me and my son but on my family in PEI. She conned her grandmother into paying her way back out west. (My youngest was living with her dad then).
To make a long story short, I had moved to Winnipeg to be close to the family I didn't know and Katie followed me there. And yet again wrecked havoc. But this time I said enough is enough! Especially when I found out she was letting her little brother stay home from school while I was at work! And had taken him downtown Winnipeg at night so she could score some crack and smoke it with her friends. So I did the toughest thing in my life and that was to say to her that I was done! And wanted her to leave my house and not come back. That if she wanted me and her siblings in her life then she would have to get help and I didn't want to hear from her until she proved to me she had been clean for 3 yrs. I know this is terrible but I had to do it for my children and my sanity. I wish that on no mother whatsoever.
So that is why I had to contact the police for them to find her when my mother was sick. I knew that she was in Toronto with the help of a dear friend "SCV". She was able to track Katie through some people she knew. I was so hoping to finally be able to talk to my Katie. I had not heard from Katie for about 7 yrs. So I was very hopeful that when we tracked her down to tell her about her grandmother that it would be a sad time but happy at the same time cause I would then know where she has been and how she had been.
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I can't go on today as this has been a pretty emotional time for me writing this down. I will write more tomorrow.
Until next time... hug your children everyday!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Sunday morning
Good morning world. I woke up this morning and it was dark and gloomy and I guess we are in a winter storm warning, but right now that sun is out and I can hear the birds singing. I am upstairs in our loft/office space and both dogs are up here with me. I guess I haven't mentioned "my boys" yet. They are the best, I would be lost without them for sure! You see my Hubby, ( we aren't married but have been together for going on 8 yrs) is a truck driver and is gone for 5 days at a time so my boys are my company. My boys are Mooch - 5 yr old Australian Blue Heeler/Rottweiler mix who has been my baby since he was not quite 6wks old. And Leo is our youngest who is a 20 mos old Golden Lab/Siberian Husky mix. They are the sweetest dogs ever. Well except when they sneek up on the bed in the middle of night and hog the bed!
People say do you still have any kids at home and I answer them yes..one is 20 mos old and the other is 5 and they are suprised that I have such young ones at home..then I tell them that they are my dogs..........lol. I think its funny but some people think I am strange, well I guess they are not far off from that are they...........lol.
Now every family has a problem child well my problem child now is Leo. He is soo pretty, he is blond and blue eyed and so loving. When we got him from a friend of mine, they warned me that he had bit of a problem with being left alone but he was getting better. I thought ok. A few days after we brought him home I had to to the city. I had gotten so used our dogs behaving them selves and thought that Leo would be ok as Mooch was there I didn't crate Leo. Well what a mistake that was! I came home to my bathroom door being half gone and the trim around it off and some of the drywall torn apart! What a freeking mess. It is a good thing that we had a large crate that we used to train Mooch in when we first got him. So off to the garage I went and dug this huge crate out. At first Leo wasn't sure about it but he now knows that we go out he sits by his crate and waits for me to open it and give him a treat once he sits in the crate and is calm. But believe me that is not all he has done. We have a wood pile for our fire pit. Well Leo has the wood dragged all over the yard. He has dug holes in the back yard. I have to move my bird feeder this spring as he has managed to scare the birds away from it and has killed a couple. My poor birds couldn't get to the bird feeder all winter without being chased and caught. So that is why Leo is my problem child. As for Mooch well he is just an escape artist. So when he gets out of the yard and I go get him he comes right to me and comes in the house and goes straight to his bed cause he knows he was bad. So Mooch is the perfect child....lol.
Well I guess I have rambled on enough for now. I hope everyone has a great Sunday!
Until next time!
People say do you still have any kids at home and I answer them yes..one is 20 mos old and the other is 5 and they are suprised that I have such young ones at home..then I tell them that they are my dogs..........lol. I think its funny but some people think I am strange, well I guess they are not far off from that are they...........lol.
Now every family has a problem child well my problem child now is Leo. He is soo pretty, he is blond and blue eyed and so loving. When we got him from a friend of mine, they warned me that he had bit of a problem with being left alone but he was getting better. I thought ok. A few days after we brought him home I had to to the city. I had gotten so used our dogs behaving them selves and thought that Leo would be ok as Mooch was there I didn't crate Leo. Well what a mistake that was! I came home to my bathroom door being half gone and the trim around it off and some of the drywall torn apart! What a freeking mess. It is a good thing that we had a large crate that we used to train Mooch in when we first got him. So off to the garage I went and dug this huge crate out. At first Leo wasn't sure about it but he now knows that we go out he sits by his crate and waits for me to open it and give him a treat once he sits in the crate and is calm. But believe me that is not all he has done. We have a wood pile for our fire pit. Well Leo has the wood dragged all over the yard. He has dug holes in the back yard. I have to move my bird feeder this spring as he has managed to scare the birds away from it and has killed a couple. My poor birds couldn't get to the bird feeder all winter without being chased and caught. So that is why Leo is my problem child. As for Mooch well he is just an escape artist. So when he gets out of the yard and I go get him he comes right to me and comes in the house and goes straight to his bed cause he knows he was bad. So Mooch is the perfect child....lol.
Well I guess I have rambled on enough for now. I hope everyone has a great Sunday!
Until next time!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
A surprise
I was sitting here at my computer looking at old photos and well memories started to hit me.....
In my previous blogs I had referred to the fact that I was basically an only child. Well you see that isn't quite the truth. I left home July 1976. I then went to live with my "other" Mom whom Ill talk about later. Well one day I was downtown Ottawa with my 3 "adopted" siblings I had been gone from my parents house a couple of months by then, when I ran into to my dad. So I asked how mom was doing and she said oh fine getting big. I looked at my dad like he had 3 heads and said what do you mean she's getting big. Well turns out that my mother was pregnant! I was just so disgusted thinking my mother at the age of 36 was having a child. ( I know kind of stupid huh) So I headed home with the kids and then headed to my parents house, which was only up and around the corner from where I was living. So I walked in the house and there stood my mother with a Maternity top on. I was floored. So my reign as the only child was going to be over that February/March. At first I was in shock but then I thought well they have another 17-18 years of having a kid in the house. I laughed a little bit when I went back to my other mom and told her. It was funny cause Mom and Dad both thought they had it made with me gone, (thy thought this after the cops told her they could do nothing to bring me back home cause I had a job and a roof over my head). So in my eyes the joke was on them. (I know I wasn't a nice kid!)
I wanted to venture out on my own and had an urge to find my "real" father in Winnipeg. I then remembered that my mom had told me that my God father lived in Montreal. So I tracked him down and went to meet him and meet my cousins and from there he directed me to Winnipeg and my father and all my aunty's and uncles and cousins. So off to Winnipeg I go. I was there a couple of months and I got a call that my mom had the baby early or so I was told. ( Skeleton in the family closet which I won't bring out right now). So my mother gave birth to a little girl February 10th, 1977, 3 months and 1 wk shy of my 18th birthday! So that is when my reign of being an only child came to an end.
At the time I was a bit excited as I finally had a sibling something that I had been asking for ever since I could remember. So I packed my bags and headed back to Ottawa so I could be close to this little baby sister of mine.
I never did have the chance to get close to this baby as my mother (who had seemed to get meaner after having this baby) had made it clear to anyone in the house that was there with the baby that i was to have no contact with her whatsoever. And so begins the saga of my half sister M. I will delve more into this at a later date and how things turned around and then well all hell broke loose.
This bothers me at times as now my half sister has 4 children and because of reasons that will become apparent later on, I have no relationship with my nephews and neice.
But I guess this is why I am doing this blog to help me heal and I am hoping that it will!
Take care everyone!
Until next time
In my previous blogs I had referred to the fact that I was basically an only child. Well you see that isn't quite the truth. I left home July 1976. I then went to live with my "other" Mom whom Ill talk about later. Well one day I was downtown Ottawa with my 3 "adopted" siblings I had been gone from my parents house a couple of months by then, when I ran into to my dad. So I asked how mom was doing and she said oh fine getting big. I looked at my dad like he had 3 heads and said what do you mean she's getting big. Well turns out that my mother was pregnant! I was just so disgusted thinking my mother at the age of 36 was having a child. ( I know kind of stupid huh) So I headed home with the kids and then headed to my parents house, which was only up and around the corner from where I was living. So I walked in the house and there stood my mother with a Maternity top on. I was floored. So my reign as the only child was going to be over that February/March. At first I was in shock but then I thought well they have another 17-18 years of having a kid in the house. I laughed a little bit when I went back to my other mom and told her. It was funny cause Mom and Dad both thought they had it made with me gone, (thy thought this after the cops told her they could do nothing to bring me back home cause I had a job and a roof over my head). So in my eyes the joke was on them. (I know I wasn't a nice kid!)
I wanted to venture out on my own and had an urge to find my "real" father in Winnipeg. I then remembered that my mom had told me that my God father lived in Montreal. So I tracked him down and went to meet him and meet my cousins and from there he directed me to Winnipeg and my father and all my aunty's and uncles and cousins. So off to Winnipeg I go. I was there a couple of months and I got a call that my mom had the baby early or so I was told. ( Skeleton in the family closet which I won't bring out right now). So my mother gave birth to a little girl February 10th, 1977, 3 months and 1 wk shy of my 18th birthday! So that is when my reign of being an only child came to an end.
At the time I was a bit excited as I finally had a sibling something that I had been asking for ever since I could remember. So I packed my bags and headed back to Ottawa so I could be close to this little baby sister of mine.
I never did have the chance to get close to this baby as my mother (who had seemed to get meaner after having this baby) had made it clear to anyone in the house that was there with the baby that i was to have no contact with her whatsoever. And so begins the saga of my half sister M. I will delve more into this at a later date and how things turned around and then well all hell broke loose.
This bothers me at times as now my half sister has 4 children and because of reasons that will become apparent later on, I have no relationship with my nephews and neice.
But I guess this is why I am doing this blog to help me heal and I am hoping that it will!
Take care everyone!
Until next time
My rant for today
So today is a lazy day for me. Mind you I was up early and on the road to finally get my new glasses. You see I live a little over an hour from any major shopping area..(we do have a grocery store and hardware store oh and a clothing store here) but when it comes to major department stores we are over an hour away in either direction. So I picked up my new glasses and it is amazing how clear things look to me now ...haha. Anyways so today I am ranting on a couple of things. One has nothing to do with the other..well in a way they do or maybe they don't. Oh well I am digressing here.
So my first rant is this....I had to drive Medicine Hat today to pick up my new glasses. So when I leave our town I head north to catch the Crowsnest Highway the #3. The speed limit is 100 kph. So I usually do around 107. So I have the tunes cranked ..as usual...and I was probably about 35 kms from Medicine Hat when this silver Sebring just blew by me like i was standing still. I thought well buddy it's your gas, your license, and your life go ahead and speed. And this is what i usually say when someone blows by me like that. So I I crested a hill and saw a cop car heading east pull a U turn with lights blazing and I thought ok he is going after that sebring. Well yup he did go after the sebring and had it pulled over. I thought it's Saturday the weather is fairly nice the cops are going to be out! So I continued on into the Hat and did errands etc and headed for home. So I was doing my usual 107 kph on the #3 and it was just east of Seven Persons when this smaller blue car was riding my ass. I kept my speed cause I knew there was a passing lane coming up. Well this car passed me which is fine but then I noticed this woman had 2 small children in the backseat. This woman continued to pass 3 cars ahead of me one at time and each time taking a chance as there was oncoming traffic. I just don't understand people. Maybe that's why I love my dogs so much.
So now for my 2nd rant of the day. I have a Facebook account which I am sure many of you have as well. Now I have 413 friends! So here is the definition of the word Friend:
So out of the 413 friends that I have I have to figure out who my true friends are. Now I thought I knew what true friends meant but lately I have been questioning this. You see I had bit of a falling out with a friend a while ago. (I'll call her K). So K and I have been best friends for 5 yrs then about 2 yrs ago I made a new friend and I'll call her "B". Well K & B became good friends which to me was great. Well lately actually since my falling out with K I have noticed that B doesnt text or talk to me much anymore. I don't expect B to take sides but I feel hurt. When I say that B doesn't text or talk to me much anymore I mean maybe once a month since the fall out I had with K. So I am thinking very seriously of getting rid of alot of people on my Facebook list.
I tried to apologize to K but it didn't wash with her. Which is fine. I miss her alot but I am a survivor and will get through this. I have not talked to anyone about the fall out and I know B has tried to get it out of me..by saying how you feeling. But I won't be pulled into any form of gossip or add fuel to the fire. So I will keep this to myself and I have decided to not let anyone become a major part of my life anymore. I have been hurt before over a friendship and I won't let it happen anymore...Whats that sayin...Fool me once shame on you , Fool me twice shame on me? Well I was fooled twice and won't be fooled again.
So there you have my rant of the day.
Until next time folks!
So my first rant is this....I had to drive Medicine Hat today to pick up my new glasses. So when I leave our town I head north to catch the Crowsnest Highway the #3. The speed limit is 100 kph. So I usually do around 107. So I have the tunes cranked ..as usual...and I was probably about 35 kms from Medicine Hat when this silver Sebring just blew by me like i was standing still. I thought well buddy it's your gas, your license, and your life go ahead and speed. And this is what i usually say when someone blows by me like that. So I I crested a hill and saw a cop car heading east pull a U turn with lights blazing and I thought ok he is going after that sebring. Well yup he did go after the sebring and had it pulled over. I thought it's Saturday the weather is fairly nice the cops are going to be out! So I continued on into the Hat and did errands etc and headed for home. So I was doing my usual 107 kph on the #3 and it was just east of Seven Persons when this smaller blue car was riding my ass. I kept my speed cause I knew there was a passing lane coming up. Well this car passed me which is fine but then I noticed this woman had 2 small children in the backseat. This woman continued to pass 3 cars ahead of me one at time and each time taking a chance as there was oncoming traffic. I just don't understand people. Maybe that's why I love my dogs so much.
So now for my 2nd rant of the day. I have a Facebook account which I am sure many of you have as well. Now I have 413 friends! So here is the definition of the word Friend:
Noun
A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.So out of the 413 friends that I have I have to figure out who my true friends are. Now I thought I knew what true friends meant but lately I have been questioning this. You see I had bit of a falling out with a friend a while ago. (I'll call her K). So K and I have been best friends for 5 yrs then about 2 yrs ago I made a new friend and I'll call her "B". Well K & B became good friends which to me was great. Well lately actually since my falling out with K I have noticed that B doesnt text or talk to me much anymore. I don't expect B to take sides but I feel hurt. When I say that B doesn't text or talk to me much anymore I mean maybe once a month since the fall out I had with K. So I am thinking very seriously of getting rid of alot of people on my Facebook list.
I tried to apologize to K but it didn't wash with her. Which is fine. I miss her alot but I am a survivor and will get through this. I have not talked to anyone about the fall out and I know B has tried to get it out of me..by saying how you feeling. But I won't be pulled into any form of gossip or add fuel to the fire. So I will keep this to myself and I have decided to not let anyone become a major part of my life anymore. I have been hurt before over a friendship and I won't let it happen anymore...Whats that sayin...Fool me once shame on you , Fool me twice shame on me? Well I was fooled twice and won't be fooled again.
So there you have my rant of the day.
Until next time folks!
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